#this child- 🤦🏼‍♀️

[hybrid-babies]

Gik: That is not how I expected this to go-

Guk: Bet on the next one he’ll be complimenting again.

Bartenders update

Hanbin: new drinks! Not this one though, I tried it, better in my head than executed. Something about soggy fruit *shutters*

Sunwoo: you don’t always have the best ideas. Anyways, if you like strawberries or raspberries, I’m sure we have something for you. See one of us for information.

@nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @mirage-ocs @silcntxnight @lostwoods-cb @welcome-to-maniac @welcometosector1 @multi-joong @lucky-charmsanhwa @livealittleoc-cb @demigods-ateez @obsession-cb @hwangsiblings-oc @raiden-oc @hearthstone-apothecary @thesugaredalchemists @k-half-blood @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @secretscb @redlight-cb @folklore-cb @vixen-demonscb @kardpackcb @theahntriplets-cb added just a few more let me know if you don’t like it though!

[rosiegames]

first time back on the game in like a week… it’s the most sociable/unmuted I’ve been (for quiet a few games actually) 🫡

[curiosity-killed]

Child: this doesn’t feel like ballet, it feels like yoga

Me, teaching a tendu and temps lie combination:

[xoxo-sarah]

Okay here is another idea because I love spamming you with them! It’s for our Stevie boy! Okay so basically neither Steve or the reader have had good role models for relationships. So because of this they kinda have a bad relationship, but know this so they sit down and talk and make a promise not to yell or storm out. So they fight and the reader is like whatever and leaves but Steve yells. It’s just their way of showing they care(the reader doesn’t like to fight so they leave to cool off and Steve needs to talk it out). Again this one is really just for me because I’ve never had a good relationship and my one relationship I had I dipped when things got semi hard 🤦🏼‍♀️ but like she tries that after they had their talk and Stevie won’t let her blah blah happy ending please because I need happy endings

Promises Between Us

(The headers have nothing to do with the fic but I didn't know what else to put)

↝a/n: quick fic. thank you for requesting! Enjoy 🩷 ily 💋

↝pairing:Steve Harrington x fem!reader

↝warning: relationship problems, bad family issues, parent issues/ arguing, Steve's parents mentioned, crying, not proofread & rushed

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Steve Harrington, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 12.23.24

Steve was terrible at relationships.

He had never been good at them and would let you know if you were to ask him.

Growing up, he didn't have the best examples to follow. His parents were always away, and when they were home, they barely spoke to each other. Out in public, they had the "white picket fence and happy couple" fecade perfected. Honestly, it irritated how fake his parents were. They were the perfect couple to anyone who looked their way.

You, on the other hand, had your own set of issues. Your parents fought constantly, and you learned early on that sometimes it was better to just walk away. All the grief you felt as a child, stuck with you through your children, teenage years, and the start of your adulthood. It probably always will.

When Steve and the you started dating, you both knew it wouldn't be easy. You both cared deeply for each other, and tried to make it work with everything in your being.

But the past made it hard to navigate the complexities of a relationship, some days. You had your fair share of arguments, and more often than not, they ended with you storming out and Steve yelling after you. You always came back, and Steve always apologized. He made sure to make it up to you. You spent more time together, talking, asking each other about the other's day. Anything to erase what was said in the heat of the moment.

Today was one of those days where it was all too much. Steve came home from work, pissed. You simply woke up in a mood. Those two didn't mix well together. After one small comment, it all unravelled.

"You're not listening!" The words echoed through the house, yet seemingly not making their way to Steve, who stood heaving in fury.

"I don't want to deal with this right now- i shouldn't have to!" Steve scrubbed his jaw, feeling it clench.

You two stood across from each other, tired, yet too stubborn to see it from the other perspective.

Closing your eyes, you sighed, "Whatever, Steve." And walked to the bedroom, already getting ready for bed at 5 P.M. Steve stayed in the living room, grabbing something to drink. You both needed to cool off, and that's exactly what you were going to do.

Steve tiptoed his way to the bedroom, with night having already fallen. He stood in the door way, watching as you read a book while leaning against the bedframe. His chest fell.

"I'm sorry."

When you looked up, Steve immediately wanted to kick himself. Around your eyes was red, along with under your nose. The tissue box on the bedside table didn't help extinguish his assumption. You had been crying.

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have brought it home and taken it out on you." He moved forward, toward you. Putting the book down, you sniffled, before nodding.

"Yeah, and I should've been more understanding." You watched as he sat beside you on the bed, before he grabbed your hand.

" I don't like arguing."

So, you both made the promise: no more yelling, no more storming out. You would talk things through, no matter how hard it got.

But promises are easier made than kept.

A few weeks later, you found themselves in the middle of another argument. This time, it was about something trivial, but it quickly escalated. You felt the familiar urge to leave, to cool off before things got worse. The living door invited you more and more as the argument escalated. Air, and quiet. That's all you wanted in the moment.

"Whatever, Steve," you said, turning towards the door.

"Wait," Steve's voice broke, desperate. His dark eyes were pleading, any hint of anger long gone. "We promised, remember?"

You stopped, hand on the doorknob. "I just need some space."

"No," he said, stepping closer. "We need to talk this out. I can't lose you."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I don't want to fight." The air that had become thick from the tension, released. Vulnerability aired out the living room, nipping at your fingertips like the cold weather in December.

"Neither do I," he said softly, taking your hand. "But leaving won't solve anything. Please, stay."

Looking into his eyes, you saw the sincerity there. Slowly, you nodded. "Okay."

You sat back down, and for the first time, you both really talked. You shared your fears, your insecurities, and your hopes for the future. It wasn't easy, but it was a start.

By the end of the night, you were both exhausted, but there was a new understanding between you two. You knew it wouldn't be perfect, but you were willing to try.

Steve pulled you into his arms, holding you close. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered.

"Me neither," you replied, resting your head against his chest.

•2021-2024 by xoxo-sarah on Tumblr•

•My work is not to be translated, copied, modified, and/or reposted on any other site without my permission. [I don't give permission!]

[genericpuff]

This plot point annoyed me so much! I thought she was finally going to open up to Persephone about the reasons why she hated Hades so much, about what he did to her, but no! They just introduced a new yet unnecessary character to the story 🤦🏼‍♀️

What are your thoughts about it?

oh yeah it annoyed the piss out of me too and for one very big reason that is CHRONIC in LO:

It's a solution to a problem Demeter didn't have.

This happens to a lot of characters throughout the comic. They'll have some kind of plot-driven conflict or character-driven flaw, and then it will be solved by something else entirely that had nothing to do with their original problem or doesn't line up with the theme of their storytelling. Minthe had insecurity issues and a toxic relationship with Hades? Just give her a classroom full of children to babysit! Hades had infertility issues? That's fine, Persephone somehow fixes those issues because at the end of the comic they have babies and Hades has his happy ending so it's fine! Hera was in an unhappy relationship with Zeus and had trauma from her past as a victim of Kronos? No problem, just make her an all powerful fertility goddess! Persephone accidentally causes winter which kills possibly thousands of people? Gaia is here to save the day, and also she's the one who makes Persephone return to the Mortal Realm for a couple months with full visitation rights. Apollo is a serial rapist who's attempted murder on several occasions, even against his own father in an attempt to take the throne? Community service, that'll solve it.

Demeter is one of the biggest examples of Rachel's inability of writing an actual cohesive plotline. She writes like the only goal is to come up with new twists to keep people reading each week without ever considering what themes or questions she should be answering throughout. So when she does pose questions, the answers often wind up being severely disconnected because she can't be bothered to actually plan out a plotline with narrative structure, she just needs 'things' to happen. To put it bluntly and simply, she writes like how a 13 year old on Wattpad would write, no actual thinking about the material she's presenting, no consideration for the curtains and what color they are, just "make the things happen so that people will keep reading because that's what writing is!"

Demeter's problem wasn't her failing to understand Persephone. It was people failing to understand her when she had reasonable cause to both be wary of Persephone moving to Olympus as well as Hades and his intentions with her daughter. But because Rachel needs to have the perfect happy ending for her self-insert power fantasy couple, she resorts to gaslighting both Demeter as well as the audience by extension into believing that the solution to Demeter's character arc... is understanding Persephone more.

Like first of all, the moral "people just want to be understood" is way, WAY too "baby's first storyline" at this point in the story especially when we've tried to tackle much bigger topics like sexual assault, and when we know how complex Demeter's backstory is. There's no way she needs to be told by Hebe that people just want to be "understood". She absolutely knows this already, and has been fighting to be understood by her siblings and peers and family for centuries, but of course, everyone sees her as just "the contrarian".

But then the final solution is... the sudden appearance of Demophoon as her long-lost child, and Hades giving her the volcanoes. That's it. She doesn't get to actually become Queen of the Mortal Realm, she never really gets closure over the past 2000 years of abuse from everyone around her, Hades just - like with everyone - buys her affection and she gets a new baby to pour her attention into instead of Persephone and we're all just forced to go along with it for the sake of Rachel's fantasy.

Rachel can't write (￢_￢;)

[asgardswinter]

Im glad im seeing more people talk about Simone’s horrible writing in the Xmen comics , particularly Uncanny Xmen (2024). Her writing does not fit in this catagory. Making Logan and Rogue lowkey racist towards the new characters (a black and japanese kid) is so ooc.

Making Logan call a Japanese mutant "manga kid" a racist stereotype is so🤦🏼‍♀️. Logan has like 50 years of lore connecting to Japan. In what world would he call a japanese child "manga kid" ?

I HATE writers who reduce Logan to some dirty racist old man when he isnt like that at all. Can Marvel seriously stop getting people who dont understand these characters to write them??

Its even worse at the fact that Simone is blocking people for calling her out on this. This is not the fucking 70s anymore, i thought we were past this terrible type of writing when it comes to the Xmen 😒

[milli-moi]

… I come to read this on tumblr JUST after I posted a fanfic I’ve spent a few weeks working on in which I mention their inability to be married.

🤦🏼‍♀️

(although I suppose I also mentioned their inability to have a child together and that went on to happen even if Agatha didn’t think it was possible…)

[saltyskeletonkidpasta]

Prince's loyalty and love for to dilly instantly flew out the window...🤦🏼‍♀️ guess I shouldnt have expected any more from the guy who cheated multiple times on the mother of his child after begging her for another chance. One of the worst characters on the show rn

[vintageneptune92]

Burn The Shadow- 4

So I had to edit this a little bit. I had been writing in some insomniatic moments and totally flip flopped the two spellings of Rafael. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Forgive me.

You know the drill. 🖤

Gia's leg bounced as she sat on the couch waiting for Dr. Lentz. He had agreed to see her on a short term basis as he helped her find a new therapist. With what she was dealing with, he didn't want her dealing with it on her own. Her head snapped up when he opened the door to his office.

"Come on in Gia." She stood and walked into his office. He closed the door behind her. "Have a seat." He gestured. She sat down and let out the breath she had been holding.

"So, how are you?" She let out a small laugh.

"That's a loaded question Doc."

"I suppose it is. But, humor me."

"I'm okay, or well, okay as I'm going to be."

"How have you been sleeping." She put her hands up for a moment and then put them in her lap.

"It depends on the night. Sometimes it's nightmares. But those aren't what bothers me the most." She looked towards the window.

"What is it that bothers you?" It took her a moment to answer. She didn't know why it was so hard to admit it.

"The good memories that come back. The times where Gabe was happy. I think it's because he never really had enough of them." She didn't know why this was so hard to talk about. "My mom and I, we've always had a tough relationship. I never felt like I was enough. It I got an A, why wasn't It an A plus. She only had eyes for Grayson. But I had my dad, and he made up for what my mother lacked. My Dad...he's such a good man. But he wasn't great with emotions when it came to my brothers. He tried with Gabe. I just feel like if they tried just a little bit harder. Maybe if Grayson didn't have so must distain for him, it wouldn't have happened. He deserved better."

"And Gia, that wasn't your fault.

"I know. I know it wasn't. It doesn't make me not wish I could have made it better for him. I don't know how to get over that. I just want the memories to stop. I used to be able to block them. My old therapist helped me."

"Well Gia, I think that is what the problem is. You never really learned how to deal with things if you were suppressing them."

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to be able to remember everything you've ever seen? Being upset and getting an onslaught of memories. After everything that happened, it didn't matter what kind of memories they were. Good, Bad, Sad, it was traumatic. I was thirteen years old, I had to turn my own brother in and then my own mother made me testify in a case that only needed my testimony to put her son to death." She was crying. "Ever single thing about Gabriel was traumatizing for me." The disdain she had for her mother dripped from her voice.

"And then you welcomed him back into your life. Did he call you or did you call him." Gia flipped the pendent from Rafael in her fingers.

"He called me." Her voice was flat.

"And what did your relationship then entail."

"Me begging him to tell me who helped him to get him off death row." She wiped the tears away from her eyes.

"Because you were convinced he couldn't have committed those crimes, even though it was his idea. He wanted to punish your other brother. Is it possible that he wanted to punish you too?"

Gia sat there for a moment. It couldn't be possible, could it?

"Gia, he spent the rest of his time on death row denying you closure. Making you feel guilty for him being held responsible for his own actions. It allowed him to continue to victimize you. The same way he did when you were a young child and the same way once he became a teenager." Gia closed her eyes for a moment to maintain her composure. The doctor continued.

"Gia, he tortured you for the majority of your life. You had to block out those good memories of him, those good times, because it negated the victim he made himself out to be. You have a difficult relationship with your mother too and instead of hurting other people you have dedicated your life to helping others." The realization hit her.

"My God, I'm an idiot. I let him manipulate me." It came out like a cry for help. She held her face in her hands. Why hadn't she seen it. She was so blinded by her guilt.

"Stop blaming yourself. You have to stop blaming yourself. Your only crime was loving a brother who could only love himself and blame everyone else for his problems. He cared more about protecting a person who helped him torture and kill two innocent people that you and your brother loved than to absolve you of your guilt. If he really loved you, he never would have put you through that." She felt like her insides were torn apart. "Gia, why were you so convinced that he couldn't have hurt those girls?"

"I think I just couldn't accept he was capable of it. I couldn't accept it."

"Did anyone else think he was more of a bystander? The doctor asked. He felt like he was getting her to a break through. She shook her head.

"Gia, your brother was a rapist. He was a murderer. He then spent a decade torturing you with the name of the person that helped killed your friend. He let you feel guilty that he was getting the death penalty." She felt like someone had punched her in the gut.

"I...I thought Grayson and my mother just couldn't see past their anger. I wouldn't listen. I have hated my mother since I was 13 because I couldn't see she was trying to protect me. I was horrible to her. I'm still horrible to her...."

"Gia, stop." Dr. Lentz put his hand up. "Your mother owns a lot of responsibility for the state of your relationship. Yes, she was trying to protect you, but she didn't go about it the right way. You also said you had a difficult relationship with her before any of this happened. Let go of the guilt. You were a child. A child who had too much responsibility placed on them. You can't change the past. Stop looking in the rearview and start n focusing on the future."

"I just feel so stupid for not seeing it. Grayson told me I see the good in people when other people can't."

"Your empathy is a good thing. Tell me, what are some of the things you have to look forward to?"

"Well, I enjoy my job. Helping other people heal and get them justice. I'm working on some freelance artwork. For the first time in a long time I have close friends. I have a lot of good things in my life."

"Just make sure you don't make your job your whole life."

"I promise Doc, I'm working hard to have as good of a balance as I can.'

"Good. Let me ask you this, now that you have a new view of what happened with your brother, does that make things different for you?"

"Yes. I mean I have to work through all of that, but it does make it different."

"How so, Gia?"

"It means I can let him go."

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Rafael looked up when there was a knock at the door. He looked at his watch. It was late. No one else was still in the building. The knocking was persistent.

"Ten paciencia" he said with an eye roll. His irritation melted when he opened the door and saw Gia. "It's late, what are you doing here?" She looked a little frazzled and she was relentlessly chewing on her bottom lip.

"Well hello to you too, Abogado. Are you going to make me stand in the hallway?" He smiled and stepped aside.

"How did you know I'd still be here?"

"You weren't at the usual spot." She almost said our spot but caught herself. "You have a trial coming up. I knew you’d still be working I, uh, didn't want to drink alone." She pulled a bottle of tequila out of her bag.

"Well that's not a good idea."

"No seas un cobarde." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not a wimp. You're the one that needs cherry juice in your bourbon." He shot back. She looked over her shoulder at him.

"Well I usually want to remember my evening." His eyes narrowed at her and he took the bottle from her."

"What are you, my dad.? Should I start calling you Papi?" He rolled his jaw. She wasn't playing fair today and she was definitely flirting with him. He turned his head to the side . He wasn't taking the bait. There was something up. He knew it was going to take her time to deal with her emotions. She was a little all over the place.

"Campanita, tell me what happened." She glared at him over the nickname. He knew she was deflecting. There was almost a wild look in her eyes. He could tell she had been crying. They were slightly puffy. He knew that she trusted him. That’s why she was here. She just needed to get it coaxed out of her. On their hardest day in the office, she never let anyone see her like this. Completely makeup free, hair disheveled. Leggings, sneakers, cropped blue t-shirt and an open sweater grey. Just a little bit of her stomach was showing. He had to fight the urge to run his hands over the exposed skin. Royal blue had to be her favorite color. She wore it so often. He couldn't get over how it made her eyes stand out. He was fighting against himself. All he wanted to do was give in and let her distract herself with him. But that would only benefit him and not her. He felt something for her and if he ever wanted to explore it and for it to be something real? It couldn't start like this. He knew her grieving process would be complex. It wasn't just the loss. He knew that she was in turmoil. He stepped closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. She studied him for a moment. This man had turned her life upside down. She would never admit it to anyone, but Barba with his sleeves rolled up, suspenders and no tie was her favorite look. It did something to her. She took his patterned suspenders in between her thumb and forefinger and ran them up and down.

"Nice suspenders counselor." Her proximity, the feeling of her finger brushing against his shirt made his mouth go dry. All she wanted to distract herself. She willed him to give in. He saw that she was so vulnerable. He just wanted to take her pain away, but he knew she had to feel this.

"Cariño," her blue eyes flashed up to his green. There was something about him calling her darling that made her want to dissolve. "Digame, por favor" She moved her hands to his bare forearms. It was like she was holding on to him to stand up. He pulled her in and held her close to him. "Gigi" He whispered. "Gigi...it's okay....it's okay." Usually only her family called her Gigi, but she loved how it sounded in his voice. She let him hold her, one hand was cradling the back of her head, the other was splayed on her lower back, his thumb slowly on the small amount of skin exposed on her back. It felt good to feel taken care of. She realized then, she wanted Rafael to be the one to always take care of her. She focused on the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. The skin of his hands were rougher than she expected. The feeling was calming. With her face buried in his neck, he could feel a hot tear splash against his skin. He pulled back and wiped both sides of her face with his thumbs.

"C'mon, let's get out of here. Well go to your place. I'll make you a margarita." He eyes the bottle of tequila. She let out an audible laugh through her tears.

"You know how to make margaritas?"

"You seem to forget I wasn't always this."

"I don't know, I imagined you as a kid running around in your three piece suit. I was convinced you sleep standing up like Dracula in a suit before I saw you in outside clothes." Her humor was a coping mechanism and he couldn’t help but laugh

"Where's your jacket."

"Shit, I left it in the car I took over." She hadn't been thinking. He walked over to his coat rack, putting on his trench coat and then grabbed his suit jacket. He helped her shrug it in and grabbed the tequila bottle.

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It was a strange moment of domesticity. She had given Rafael a pair of her brother's sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt. He had gone out drinking with friends one night and crashed with Gia so he didn't wake up Sienna and Annie. He had left some clothes there for an in case it happened again moment. Rafael had to cuff the bottom of the sweatpants because Grayson was quite a bit taller. He was making raspberry margaritas and she didn't want him to ruin his white shirt. She was perched on one of the high backed stools at the island as she watched him work. She watched him silently, mesmerized by him. There was indeed more to the well dressed lawyer than she realized. His voice jerked her out of her own thoughts.

"I make these for my mother and my abuelita." She kind of loved that he was a mama's boy. "Salt on the rim?" He asked.

"No, sugar." She saw him crack a smile.

"I should have known." Her face scrunched up.

"What does that mean?"

"You eat more candy than any grown adult I know combined. You always have a bag of those conversation hearts. Which I don't even know how you get them year round."

"There is a party supply store that sells seasonal candy year round. Also, my brother buys me a case of them for Valentine's Day every year. He signs the card with Annie's name now. She gets a kick out of sending me a huge Valentine's Day gift."

"Your brother is very thoughtful."

"He is. The age difference never mattered. I think it made our relationship better because he was so much more mature when I was born. And then after everything that happened, he was fiercely protective. Still is. Any guy I've dated has been more scared of him than my father."

"But your father has a gun."

"Yeah, Grayson I think could do more damage." Rafael laughed.

"I guess I'll keep that in mind."

"No, he's gotten better about it now that I have my own gun. Besides, he would like you."

"And why is that?"

"Because you've been trying to protect me since you met me. Even if you were obnoxious about it." He stopped for a moment but didn't say anything. When he was done filling their glasses, he nodded over to the living room. He sat next to her on the couch. She sat with her legs cross-crossed in front of her. It was only then that he noticed a tattoo on the top of the big toe on her left foot. He hadn't noticed the tattoo last time. It was a letter G in script writing and it had a number two in the upper corner. She saw him looking at it.

"G squared." She explained. "Grayson has the same thing. It was the only place he would get a tattoo. His G is a little more manly looking. My mother hates tattoos and he never wants to do anything to displease her. But I convinced him to do it for my 18th birthday. I don't think she's ever even noticed his."

"That's interesting." He hummed.

"What?"

"The fact that you're tattooed like a biker and your mother hates them."

"Hey!" She protested. "I don't look like a biker! And my tattoos are all meaningful." He smiled, brushing the hair from her face.

"Your tattoos are beautiful." Her cheeks grew hot.”

"Thank you. Also, I have a therapist Dr. Barba. Trust me, it isn't lost on me. Deep down, I'm an artist. My body is a canvas between the clothes I wear, my makeup, jewelry and my tattoos." He couldn't help himself.

"Well it's an excellent canvas." Her face was blazing. The effect he had on her gave him satisfaction. She was so beautifully flawed. They were drawn together, it was magnetic. He couldn't understand why him. She could be with someone younger, probably conventionally better looking, yet it was him she yearned to spend her time with. It was him that she trusted to break down in front of. It was him she shared her deepest secrets. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, if ever. Yet being together would be complicated. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her career. She loved what she did. For now, they were just friends. Even though that title seemed to be the wrong fit.

"My mother, she demands perfection. In her eyes, I ruined my body. She wants me to be extraordinary but also ordinary at the same time."

"I don't think there is an ordinary bone in your body." She took a drink of the margarita. When she set the glass down, Rafael saw sugar on her bottom lip, without thinking, he wiped it off with his thumb and licked it off his own finger. It was such a small action, but so incredibly intimate. Gia's body erupted with goosebumps.

"I'm-" his voice caught in his throat. "sorry." She shook her head to dismiss his apology. She wasn't sorry he did that. She could not figure out what it was about this man that made her throw her own personal rule book out of the window. She never got close to co-workers like this. Her friendship with Amaro was different. Olivia, was her mentor and a trustworthy confidante. These relationships were born out of the bond of long hours working a difficult job. While she didn't share as much with Amanda and Fin, they still felt like family. She knew she could go to them for anything. One day, she would tell them her story.

With Rafael, it was electric. He made her feel things that she swore she never would. He decimated all of the boundaries she had built around her heart. She had dated and had two serious relationships, it wasn't like she was a Nun. They didn't last because they knew she was holding back. She had let them in just enough, yet kept them at a comfortable arms length. With Rafael, there was no space. The only arms she wanted to feel were his around her. She craved the feeling of his touch on her skin, each time an innocent act. His tracing her tattoo on her wrist as she explained it. Him brushing her hair behind her ear. His reaching to put her necklace around her neck. Tonight, the feeling of his hands on her bare lower back and his thumb swiping against her lip. He was handsome and distinguished. The intensity of his green eyes is what she loved the most. They way they lit up when he figure something out, found a witnesses weak spot during a cross, when he would challenge her. The way the skin around his eyes crinkled when he laughed or smiled. She had always been drawn to older men. She attributed it to always being younger than her classmates and coworkers. All of her life she had been surrounded by people who were at a more mature level. It made Gia grow up quickly to mature and be on their level early in life. Her experiences made her wise beyond her years. It was something that Grayson hated and it was the only thing he ever went against his mother on, the loss of Gia's childhood and innocence. She had pushed her so hard and while his sister could more than meet the challenge, he always thought she would thrive more with her own peers. Her mother dismissed him. She didn't ever regret her experiences, especially now when it let her to him.

"So you have a therapist?" Rafael bravely asked.

"Well, sort of. Liv got me in with who she works with. He is helping me find someone equipped to help me. In the mean time, he doesn't want me trying to work through everything with Gabriel alone."

"Is that what triggered you?" He asked. When he had saw her last, she was different. She nodded.

"I finally realized what Grayson and mother saw all along. He wasn't as innocent as I wanted to believe. Taking Amy had been his idea. Even if he had nothing to do with Lizzie, he protected the person that did. There was evidence that he at least helped hurt Amy if he didn't do most of it himself. He was always so jealous of Grayson. I just- didn't want to see it. I wanted to put all of the blame on his co-conspirator. He knew I was studying Criminology. He knew I had a need to know why someone did what they did. I was halfway through my Bachelor's when he reached out. He fucking tortured me by withholding that other boys name. I have agonized over it. The fear of what this other person could have done while free. Profiling who could do such a thing to find him, but I didn't know all of his friends. He could have been someone from a different school. Someone I would never think to look at. He knew I wanted justice for Lizzie. She was so young and so innocent." She was crying again. She stood up, flooded with anger. "He watched me twist in the wind for over a decade. He could have ended my pain any time he wanted to." She started pacing. Raphael didn't know what to do, so he remained silent. She needed to talk this out, of that he was sure. "He hated me from the day I was born. I thought he had changed, but he directed his ire to the ones that loved me the most. My brother and father. My mother, despite her faults, pushed me to become what I am, taught me how to be strong. She never, never put that kind of faith and time into him. I worked with her every single day on her work. I was like her secret weapon with what I could remember. He pulled me closer to him because he knew that it would be easier to tear me apart. And he did. My best friend was brutalized and murdered. Amy, who I saw as a sister, who would have probably been my sister-in-law had she not died- she was tortured for days, and then she died too. If I had been braver sooner, she might have lived. The only thing I did was spare her a few more days of pain." She was frantic. Rafael just wanted to hold her, but that wasn't what she needed.

"My mother didn't need to make me testify. The prosecution had an open and shut case. But my testimony? Not a single juror had a dry eye when I was done. Gabe knew I wasn't there because I wanted to be. Yet, the way he looked at me destroyed me. I had blocked out so many memories of him, good or bad. All of this have made them all come spilling out. I think he had been planning this for a while. He made sure I knew where all of his little forts were. He made sure I knew just enough to agonize over loyalty to him and saving someone else. It was a test, and I failed. I chose someone other than him like everyone else in his life. In his eyes at least. So in the end? He used the only thing in his arsenal to keep hurting me. And then he took the cowardly way out and died. He could have made a deal to avoid the death penalty. But he wanted it. This way he wouldn't have to live with what he had done. This way he could hurt all of us one more time. Then his apology? Enough to keep me agonizing over my guilt." She sat back down with a huff. It was like she had been deflated after all of that had been brewing inside of her. Raphael studied the side of her face as he brushed her hair away again.

"I thought what happened, for the longest time, was my fault." She held her hand up before Rafael could interrupt her to protest. "As a thirteen year old, I took on that guilt. I took on the guilt of what happened to Amy. For him being an outcast in our family. The truth is..." her voice cracked. "The truth is he was a paranoid psychopath. Everyone was out to get him. Nothing was ever his fault. All of the love in the world wouldn't have mattered. He lived his life to lash out and punish everyone who had "done him wrong". She used air quotes. "And for 10 years I played into it. I gave him the satisfaction he desired. The only thing he was sorry about when he died was that he wasn't able to ruin my relationship with Grayson. He tried, but he could never drive the wedge in. My relationship with my mother has always been hard, he took a wrecking ball to it." Tears fell from her eyes. She turned her head when he tried to wipe them away.

"He felt nothing; and I? I feel everything. I can never forget, just filed it away for it to pop out at me when I least expect it. My emotions, they consume me; feeling other people's pain on the level that I do eats at me. That level of emotion is unacceptable to my mother. She accepts facts only. Emotions should never play in to your actions in her view. It's why instead of being Gabe's mother, she made sure she was the one that helped put him away. And despite everything that he was, I don't understand how a mother could be so incredibly cold to her own child." Barba blinked back his own tears. Her confession felt like a sucker punch to his gut.

"I wish I could take away all of your pain." He finally said.

She rotated her body so she was facing him, the anger in her deflated and the anguish had melted off of her face. She placed her palm on his face and stroked his cheek with her thumb.

"Rafael," she placed emphasis on his name. "You can't. And you shouldn't if you could. I need this anger. It's going to allow me to let go and move on. Realizing what he was doing set me free. I just wish I had seen it sooner."

"You would have still gone to that execution." She had dropped her hand from his face and he was holding it.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because you're a better person than most people. You still wouldn't have let him be alone."

"You're probably right. I have told you so much about how messed up my life is. When are you going to share your damage with me?”

"Some day Campanita, someday. Right now, it's you who needs me. I'm sure you'll return the favor when I need you." He was fighting every urge he had to kiss her. He wanted it to be right when he did and that night just wasn't it. He wanted it to be memorable, perfect. Not tainted by her brother's betrayal. Their time would come, soon, of that he was sure.

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Gia was actually doing okay. She had finally found a therapist that understood a photographic memory and the struggles that came along with it. She was so grateful to Doctor Lentz. He had helped her more than anyone ever had. She didn’t want to leave him, but she knew it was a huge conflict. He did tell her if she ever needed another ear, he would be there. Her new therapist was amazing. She was reteaching Gia coping skills and helping her work through her mess of emotions. She was sleeping better and had less anxiety.

She and Rafael were still dancing around each other. Neither one of them was brave enough to take the next step. For the first time in a long time, she felt positive about the future.

Things at the precinct had changed rather dramatically. John Munch had officially retired and Olivia was going to take his place as Sergeant. It was well deserved and far over due..

She was making her way back into the precinct. She had thankfully been called in and rescued by a date she didn't know she was having. She was going to kill Ali. Amaro whistled when she walked in.

"Looking good Detective, where were you?" She walked in wearing a black long sleeved bodycon dress and patent leather black heels.

"On a date against my will." She saw Barba's head snap up from looking at his phone.

"How does that happen exactly?" Fin piped in.

"Freaking Ali. She's tried a couple of times to get me to go out with her friend Tyler. We've met and hung out a couple if times. Not really my type. And I honestly didn't think he even liked me. He's always kind of weird."

"Maybe he's just awkward." Rollins shrugged. "Is he at least good looking?"

"Does that really matter?" Gia asked.

"That's a yes." Fin laughed.

"It's beyond being awkward. Everything he says comes off as an accusation. How nice my apartment is. How nice I dress. Like I should be destitute because I'm a detective. Yes, my family has money. He just always makes me feel uncomfortable. And tonight was no different."

"How so?" Amaro asked. No one was paying attention to how intently Barba was listening.

"Well, Ali gave me this song and dance about wanting to go to a fancy restaurant and dress up. She even took a dress with her to work. When I showed up, she was no where to be seen and there was Tyler. He told me that Ali got called into surgery and she didn't want to stand me up, so she sent him instead. He conveniently had a suit with him. I don't like being sand bagged like that. It was like he asked Ali about everything I didn't like and decided to go with that."

"I need more information." Amaro said.

"I have a physical adversion to Lillies. It's just a thing that I have. And that's what he brought me. They literally give me hives. I chalked it up to a crappy coincidence. He barely asked me a single question about myself. Like why are you trying so hard if you don't really want to know me. Anytime I said anything he was argumentative. The waitress came over to take our order. He told me that he was ordering for the both of us, which I hate. He then ordered me Salmon, which I alsoabsolutely hate. When I tried to change my order he sent the waitress away and told me he knew what I would like. Just very aggressively, which is a huge turn off. I was about to go to the bathroom and call someone to wait 10 minutes to call me to get me out of there. I have never been so happy to get called back to work. I don't know, there is something about this kid that sets off alarm bells in my head."

"He sounds like a jerk." Fin said when she was finished.

She went to respond but Cragen walked on with Olivia.

"Monroe, you should trust your instincts." Cragen said, clearly they were there listening longer than anyone realized. "Okay people where are we?"

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Rafael looked over at Gia. It was like he could see her brain synapses firing behind her eyes. She liked a challenge. Her mind was what he liked most about her. Though that was hard to focus on with her in that dress and those heels. The most alluring part was the burgundy lipstick. It made her eyes stand out more than they usually did.

He internally chastised himself. She was much more than what she looked like in a dress. At the very least, she was his friend. She had arguably become his best friend. Beyond friendship it was complicated. It could affect cases. It could affect her job. He didn't know what to do. He watched a grimace cross her face. He heard her mutter "screw it" and she slid her shoes off.

He felt a surge of envy when she mentioned being on a date. He had no claim to her. Yet, he thought of her as his. Though he would never admit it. He was the one that she went to when she was hurting. The idea of her with another man had his insides twisting. He was incredulous over her dates behavior towards her. She was intelligent, witty, interesting and passionate. Any man that couldn't see that was an idiot.

"So what do we think?" Liv's voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"I would say a younger guy. Late twenties, likely white. Like most serials, he is charasmatic and intelligent. It's about control. All of these women were strong and successful. He likes the challenge of dominating them. Each woman is seemingly highly intelligent. So out smarting them is a high. Each of their hands were bound and tied above their heads. Their mouths gagged and duct taped. He grew up being dominated by women. His mother, possibly a sister and I can tell you there is no worse bully than the mean girl in High School. I'm thinking our attacker was unpopular. Like many, he came into himself and his looks as he got into early adulthood. While teenage girls don't always appreciate intellect, a woman will and he takes his repressed anger out on them."

"So why not just find a more submissive woman?" Amaro asked.

"Because it's not enough. It's not a challenge if they willingly let him take control. Every single time he picks a woman, he gets off on breaking her. Growing up, he likely dreamt of the day he was strong enough to be the one in control. He is meticulous. There has not been a single shred of evidence left behind."

"How is he choosing his victims?" Barba questioned.

"Well counselor, that is the question. We find what is connecting these three women, we will better narrow down who his next victim is. As of right now? These women come from different backgrounds, different professions."

"Fin, Rollins and Amara, do a deeper dive into the victims." Captain Cragen has come in during Gia's explanation. "Nice work, Monroe. I suggest you all head out for the night. There's not much we can do until tomorrow."

Barba leaned on Gia's desk waiting for her to come get her things. She made her way over. She smiled when she saw him.

"That's a solid profile."

"It is why they pay me the big bucks." He laughed.

"C'mon" he nodded to the door.

"Where?"

"I'm going to take you to a real dinner. You can even pick your own food." She shook her head with a smile.

"Haven't I dealt with enough arrogance for the evening?"

"Maybe, but at least I can back it up." She rolled her eyes.

"Alright Abogado. But it better be a place that doesn't show the prices for on the menu."

"I think I can make that happen."

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Gia laughed. A genuine laugh.

"Ali thinks I'm going to die alone. I swear. I should have known she was up to something.."

"I can't imagine you not handing him his own ass though."

"I didn't want to cause a scene, but I was close. Then Liv called and I got the hell out of there."

"I also can't fathom sitting across from you at a table and not wanting to know everything about you." Gia was happy the light in the restaurant was dim, she could feel her cheeks blazing yet again.

"Well I guess he's just not as evolved as you are. I'm sure he's used to women falling all over him, so he doesn't have to try that hard."

"So he is good looking."

"He's too good looking. It's unsettling."

"I never heard of someone being too good looking."

"You know how when a dog is so ugly it becomes cute. Think of it that way, but in reverse." He took a sip of his drink and laughed.

"Ouch." She shrugged.

"I really don't want to talk about him anymore. "

"Well, what do you want to talk about Campanita?" There was a twinkle in his eye.

"Well, we could talk more about your little league career."

"So you just want to laugh at my pain?"

"I don't know, I bet you were cute in your little baseball uniform."

"I absolutely did not."

"I bet your mother would agree with me." He laughed.

"And that is why you are never meeting her. I don't need you two ganging up on me."

"Well that's no fun. Your mom would love me."

"I am certain she would." Her eyes met his, a smile still on his face. There was something about him tonight that was different. He was slightly more bold. Part of her loved it. Another part of her wanted to run. She had opened up to him so much, but she wasn't used to people staying. She didn't know if she would survive him walking away. Something must have shown in her expression because he reached across the table and took her hand. Her eyes shot to his. "Don't do that. Don't retreat on me." She blinked quickly to avoid any onslaught of tears. "You're safe. You're safe with me." She had to make a split second decision in that moment. She needed to be different now. She had already let him in so much. So she nodded her head.

"I know."

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Rafael was walking Gia to her building. Her arm linked with his. They were back to laughing, the moment of unease had passed. The giant glass of wine she had drank had helped. She wasn't drunk by any means, but it eased her nerves.

"So what is with the hatred of Lillies?"

"The smell, reminds me of death. The funeral flowers." He nodded.

"So what is your favorite?"

"Lavender roses. My grandmother used to grow them at her house in The Cape."

"You and your grandmother were close?" Gia nodded.

"Incredibly. She fulfilled a lot of the maternal things my mother just wasn't capable of providing." They had reached her building.

"Well Counselor, thank you for providing me with proper sustenance." She turned to face him.

"Anytime." He smiled. "You're okay going up on your own?"

"Yeah. I should get some rest. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

"Okay." He paused for a moment. He put his hand on the side of her face and kissed her on the other cheek. She closed her eyes as he lingered for a moment. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night Rafael." She pulled away and headed toward her building. She took a look over her shoulder and saw he was watching her walk in.

"Did you have a good night Detective Monroe?" Marcus, the evening doorman opened the door for her.

"I did. Thank you. Anything at the desk?"

"No ma'am. Your roommate did beat you home." He mentioned. Good Gia thought. They were going to have a serious talk about boundaries.

Gia couldn't take it anymore and took her shoes off in the elevator. She hasn't planned on doing that much walking in these shoes today. While slightly skeeved out she knew that this building was cleaned daily, including the elevators. Besides, the pain was greater than her disgust and she could wash her feet. Her shoes dangled from the two fingers of her left hand. She was ruminating over her evening with Rafael and almost missed it.

Her door, still wood, had been dug into near the door handle. It was the original door and Gia had been adimant about keeping it. She wanted nothing changed from when her Grandmother lived there. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to listen to see if she heard anything to assess the situation. Then, she heard Ali cry out. She dropped her shoes.

She took a few steps away from the door and pulled out her radio.

"This is Detective Monroe with Manhattan SVU. 10-13, Officer in need of assistance" and she gave the address. Then, she put the radio back in her purse and pulled out her gun and dropped the bag on the floor. She should wait for backup. She had no idea what she was walking into. But Ali...she decided the element of surprise was better than slowly opening the door. She took a deep breath and with a surge of adrenaline, she broke the door down. If it hadn't been so old, if whoever was in there hadn’t dug out where the handle was. she never would have been able to do that.

As soon as she burst through the door, someone lunged at her and took her down by the waist, knocking the air out of her and banging her head on the floor. Her gun, slid across the floor. He started to climb off of her to run out the door but she was able to kick him in the back of the knee and he fell half way out the door. She got up as quickly as she could and drove her knee into his lower back and elbowed him in the back of the head. She didn't have her cuffs, but if she could slow him down until backup got there they could take him down. She dug her nail into his arm.

"Bitch!" He screamed. He rolled her over and slammed her head against the floor again and was on top of her. He wrapped his hands around her neck and started choking her. She willed herself to stay conscious. Trying to get a good look at him, but her vision was going spotty. She reached around frantically and grabbed one of her heels and drove it into his temple. It was enough to get him to let her go. He jumped off of her and ran for the stairs.

She was coughing and she couldn't get up to go after him. She laid there, trying to get the strength to get up and check on Ali. She finally got to her knees, but had to sit down and lean against the wall. She was still too dizzy. She held her head for a moment and heard someone yell her name. It was Amaro.

"He's gone" she managed to get out. Her voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk.

"What the hell happened?" Liv came up running up. She pulled out her radio and called for a bus.

"Ali..." It was all Liv needed to hear. Liv immediately ran into the apartment telling Nick to stay with her. Gia heard Liv say “Oh God.” Gia felt tears fall out of her eyes.

"I scratched him. Hit him with this too." Gia lifted up her heel.

"You did good Gee." She clenched her jaw as a wave of nausea washed over her.

"I feel sick." She squeeze Nick’s arm. She closed her eyes for a moment and then blinked hard a few times.

"Gia?? Hey! Gianna!" Nick yelled holding onto the side of her face. "C'mon you gotta stay awake." When he pulled her close to him he saw a spot of blood on the wall and then Gia loss consciousness.

[djarins-cyare]

WIP Wednesday

(…it’s already Thursday for me already… shh 🤫)

Tagged by @burntheedges (this week and last week) and @the-mandawhor1an (the week before that)... sorry I’m tardy!

Here’s a peek at a few paragraphs from near the beginning of part 1 of my current WIP, Never Look Down:

Just as he’s wondering if he can wake the kid and bring him along, the comlink crackles to life. “—know what the stinking stang is wrong with it! Ah, frotz! Hello? Is this thing totally borked?” For a baffling moment, he can’t work out whether he’s shocked or thrilled. She certainly doesn’t use that type of language around the kid, but he’s delighted to hear her voice nonetheless. “Maia!” He interrupts her frustrated confusion as loud as he dares, lest he wake the sleeping child downstairs. “Shiny, hi! It works! What’s up, my metal man? It’s late… is this a booty call?” Once again, Din can’t decide if he’s shocked or thrilled. However, his dick’s instant twitch of interest proves that it, at least, is clearly siding with the latter. Dank farrik, he wishes it were a booty call. “No, Maia, I need—” “Course it’s not!” she interrupts, giggling inanely. “Sorry, that was ridiculous, ignore me. Go on, you were saying?” He takes a deep breath and tries to push past the stab of dismay at her labelling the idea of a booty call as ridiculous. At least she sounds in a happy mood.

This fic was originally supposed to be for @beskarandblasters’ drabble challenge. But, inevitably (because it’s me and at this point who the hell is surprised?), it got FAR too long to be considered a drabble... then FAR too long to even be considered a one-shot anymore. Like, around 12k words too long 🤦🏼‍♀️. So I think it’s kinda disqualified from the challenge 😔. Sorry Kel, I think I’m just too verbose for drabbles!

But I figured I’d finish it anyway if only to push through the writer’s block and finish something at long last. It’s now in two parts and I’m planning to post the first one this weekend, and the second one next weekend.

Hopefully releasing something new will inspire me to finish one of the smuttier one-shots that I’ve been working on 🤞🏻.

No presh, friends 💜:

@ak-vintage @classaysstuff @djarinmuse @djarins-wife @imperatorkhaleesi

@joelalorian @lady-bess @lovelessdagger @meshlasolus @novemberrain-writes

@papurgaatika @prolix-yuy @quicksilvermad @sixhours @whocaresstillthelouvre

[russellsppttemplates]

Rora watches Harry Potter and asks mama to have her hair just like Hermione. Thing is, yn and Mick get really busy, and it ends up slipping their minds. Aurora, being the little force of nature she is, is not gonna be without her haircut, even if she tries to make it herself, in front of the mirror, with her baby scissors, the thing even ends up cuttimg a little chunk of hair... Mama knows she has to do something about it before Rora ends up with half of her hair off🤦🏼‍♀️

"Mama, can I have my hair like Hermione's?", your daughter wondered, "sure, I think it would look good on you", you added, "Good! I'm going to grab my scissors then!", she was about to get up when you stopped her, "no, my love. That's not how it works, you can't just go and cut it yourself", you explained, "I'll book you a hairdresser appointment, okay?".

Life got busy, with Mick travelling to the triple header and your own schedule, so the appointment slipped your mind in the middle of everything that was happening. Seeing you were so busy, Aurora helped you around the house as much as she could and as you allowed her, always keeping her room tidy and doing as you asked.

"Well, Angie, since mama is so busy, maybe o can get this done on my own, so it's one thing less she's worried about", Aurora reasoned, adjusting the stool on the bathroom so she could herself in the mirror, grabbing her scissors and starting with a hair piece on the back of her head, "it was about here", she snipped, her tongue only the slightest bit out as she attempted to precisely cut her strands.

Not having heard a lot of noise from Aurora or Angie, you walked up the stairs to see what they were up to. And it was true when they said that quiet in a household where there is a child is never a good sign, seeing Angie laid on the bathroom floor while Aurora trimmed her hair, "Rora, my love, what's happening here?", you asked.

Feeling caught, she stopped what she was doing, "I know you are busy, so I thought I'd save some time and do my hair myself!", she began, "I know you said that I couldn't do it, but I think it looks alright!", she smiled at her accomplishment, flipping her hair and seeing the wonky pieces of hair, "I think it's best if we stop, Aurora", you said sternly enough do she would understand that you weren't mad but that she must follow your order, "I'm sorry, gorgeous, but this is not looking so good from the back, so I'll see to that appointment right away, okay?", you reasoned seeing her hand you her scissors.

"I just wanted to help, mama", she noted, "I know, my love. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to fit in the appointment", you kissed the top of her head, "but can I show papa? I still think it's good, you know?", she smiled hopefully, "I don't see why not", you shook your head at her antics, "C'mon Angie, downstairs we go. We never know if you might be next!".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[queenilyrian]

“We DO NOT HATE. We are simply concerned/ watching this shit show”.

Then please explain this. It’s a story from a hater and a trolls… sorry I mean an innocent bystander. Apparently if Henry and Natalie attend any event ,while having dogs and a child,they’re the worst people and deserve all the criticism. WHAT? What in the mental gymnastics was that supposed to mean? If you have a child and a pet you’re not allowed to live your house? Or is it ONLY HENRY AND NATALIE are not supposed to leave their house? Because Matthew McConaughey and his beautiful wife have 3 kids and never miss a red carpet. Blake and Ryan have 3 kids and never miss a red carpet. Brad and Angelina have 6 and they never missed a red carpet event. Beyoncé and Jay Z have 3 and they never missed an event. Even the royals like William and Kate have 3 kids and they never miss an event. And they have lots of events. So how come trolls are never criticising EVERYONE ELSE on the planet but Henry and Natalie if they are “a random bystander enjoying the shit show”.

And when we say they’re trolls and haters we are the villains. But stories and posts like this are an every day occurrence. “Oh they went out- so staged” / “oh they’re eating dinner and someone saw them (YEAH A FUCKING SUPERMAN) and took a pic - this was planned” / “they’re attending a premiere OF HIS OWN MOVIE - it’s forced by his PR team”. Oh FFS 🤦🏼‍♀️ just say you hate them both cuz they have everything you want and we can all move the fuck on.

[marunalu]

You know, after reading so many horrible takes about "afo was born evil" or calling a baby/traumatized child a "thing" doesnt only confirm that the biggest part of the fandom absolutely didnt get what the latest chapter showed us, it also confirms that the same part of the fandom does EXACTLY what hori is trying to tell people NOT TO DO! Seems like tomuras backstory that made people love him when before everyone called him a monster too, hasnt teached this fandom any lesson! 🤦🏼‍♀️

[smilingformoney]

Incorrect Quotes: Soul of Ice/Professor Snape II Edition

Severus: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?

Abbie: Well, how would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Severus: What's going on?

Abbie: Teenage rebellion.

Severus: [sighs] What did I say to you this time?

Abbie: I'm going the fight the next person who insults my father. 

Severus: I hate myself. 

Abbie: Alright, square up.

Severus: [gently taps table]

Abbie: [taps back]

Lucius: What are they doing?

Persephone: Morse code.

Severus: [aggressively taps table]

Abbie: [slams hands down] YOU TAKE THAT BACK —

Sephy: You remind me of the ocean.

Severus: Because I’m deep and mysterious?

Sephy: No.

Sephy: Because you are full of salt and you scare people.

Severus: Now, Abbie, before I leave, you are not to partake in any of the following.

Severus: Drugs, kissing, tattoos, piercings, ritualistic animal sacrifices, cooking.

Severus:

Severus: Oh my god, I’m giving you ideas.

Sephy: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Severus: I wake up at 4.30am.

Sephy: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Lucius: What did you two do?

Abbie: …

Draco: …

Lucius: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know whether I need to lie to the Aurors again or not.

Sirius: Were you dropped on your head as a child?

Severus: Bold of you to assume I was even held.

Sirius: …

Severus: …

Sephy: Severus, we’ve talked about this.

Abbie: Any idiot would know that!

Harry: I knew that!

Abbie: See?

Sephy: Who traumatised you?

Severus: Do you want a list?

Sephy, sharpening a knife: Yes, actually.

Abbie: You’re not jealous, are you?

Draco: No!

Abbie: Good, because I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

Severus: WHOEVER MADE THIS MESS IS GOING TO —

Abbie: It was me.

Severus: …be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Severus: I expected better from you.

Abbie: Well that was your fault lmao I got nothing to do with that

Severus: If a stranger came up to you and said “I’m your dad’s friend, he told me to pick you up,” what would you say?

Abbie: I’d say, “You’re lying, my dad doesn’t have any friends!”

Severus: Not where I was going, but okay.

Severus: You’re annoying.

Abbie: But you love me!

Severus: That doesn’t make you any less annoying.

Abbie, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Draco, in a low voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Severus: What the fuck are you two doing?

Abbie: Playing systematic oppression.

Abbie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahaha.

Severus: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Sephy: What if we went to dinner… not as friends?

Severus: As enemies?!

Sephy: 🤦🏼‍♀️

Sephy: Severus and I are dating.

James: [gasp]

Sirius: [gasp]

Remus: [gasp]

Severus: [gasp]

Sephy: Sev, come on.

Severus: Sorry, I’m still surprised.

Severus: [refusing to go to bed]

Sephy: Sev, you need to sleep. I don’t want to press charges.

Severus: ???

Sephy: For resisting a rest.

Sephy: Absolutely not.

Abbie: 🥺

Sephy: What did I say about those puppy dog eyes?

Abbie, sadly: It only works on Dad.

Sephy: You gotta walk in rooms like the gods sent you.

Severus: As a punishment.

Sephy: Can you turn on the lights?

Severus: I don’t need to. You’re the only light I need in my life.

Sephy: Darling, that's really sweet but I can’t see.

Severus: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Severus: I love you, Abbie.

Abbie: Love you too, Dad.

[silence]

Severus: We both love you as well, Sephy.

Sephy: Thanks, I was feeling left out.

Severus: That’s ridiculous! Lucius isn’t in love with me!

Sephy: Yes, he is.

Narcissa: Yes, he is.

Lucius: Yes, I am.

Abbie: I should have my father kill you for that.

Severus: [bursting in] Who am I killing?

Abbie: What? No, I was joking.

Severus: [drawing his wand] I wasn’t.

Severus: You know, you can’t just walk in here and expect everyone to like you, you’re not Abbie.

Lucius: Not everybody likes Abbie.

Severus: Who doesn’t?!

Lucius: What?

Severus: Names! I want names!

Sephy: Can you carry this for me?

Severus: I don’t know if I can, I can barely carry the weight of my own sins.

Sephy: Just carry the damn book, Sev.

Sephy: I know everything about you.

Severus: Oh yeah? What am I allergic to?

Sephy: Being appreciated and thanked for helping others.

Severus: What’s that?

Sephy: It’s my to-do list.

Severus: It just has my name on it.

Sephy: Yes.

Abbie: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Severus: You’re a hazard to society.

Sephy: And a coward. Do twenty.

Sephy: I think we can be evil, as a treat.

Severus: We?

Sephy: We :)

Draco: Do it or you’re straight.

Abbie: [loud gasp]

Abbie: Look under there.

Harry: Under where?

Abbie: You fool. You absolute moron. You are such a monumental idiot that you don't even realize what you just said. I am a verbal magician —

Abbie: If Mum and I were both drowning, who would you save?

Severus: I don't know, both of you?

Abbie: No, you could only save one of us.

Severus: Well, I would probably save your mother because she can't swim that well and I happen to know you're an excellent swimmer.

Abbie: Suppose I was holding an anchor. Who would you save then?

Severus: Well, why don't you let go of the anchor?

Abbie: It's a family heirloom.

Severus: I'm leaving.

Severus: [fully immersed in a new book, listening to classical music, very focused]

Abbie: [upside down on the couch] Do you think ducks have feelings?

Sephy, admiring a sleeping Severus: You’re so cute.

Severus, sleepily: I could beat you up.

Sephy, lovingly: I know.

Narcissa: You know, Severus gives Persephone flowers all the time, I wish you’d do that too.

Lucius: Okay.

[later]

Lucius: [gives Persephone flowers]

Persephone: ?? Thank? You??

Lucius: I am just as confused as you are.

Abbie: I don’t like men.

Draco: You’re a MISANDRIST?!

Severus: Has anyone seen my top?

Lucius: Persephone is in the other room.

Severus: Excuse me?! I’m a switch and you fucking know it!

Abbie: I’m begging you, just be cool.

Draco: Hey, who’s cooler than me?

Abbie: Everyone.

Abbie: If I'm paying rent, I expect some basic fucking privacy!

Severus: You don't pay rent.

Abbie: AND I WON'T!

Severus: You want me to have friends. The thing that killed Julius Caesar.

[rainbowdaisy13]

Anyone wanna chime in? I don’t remember her specifically addressing these songs but I do remember there being discourse on BTTWS possibly being written for her close friend who had lost a child. She never addressed Ivy either which always floors me that no one cared

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No like literally the only people that clocked what Taylor is actually saying with her whole chest in Labyrinth was Kaylor Tumblr somehow even though it's so clearly related to what Taylor's saying with BTTWS and Robin, and like the only non-Gaylor/Kaylors that clocked ivy were like amateur poets and musicians doing reacts to ivy on YouTube and all the girlies who watched Dickinson on Apple TV+ 🤦🏼‍♀️

Incredible

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[briarlane]

Just fyi I’m treating this blog like a diary lol

Bruh it’s almost ridiculous how long it took to me to realize I’m a lesbian and that was why I could never throw myself into dating men wholeheartedly or why I thought most were cute but cute in I don’t wanna be rude and he’s not ugly so I’ll say cute instead of I’m just not attracted to any of them.

My sisters every so often used to try to help me swipe and look for dates with men but genuinely have never found any of them attractive and talking to them was draining and annoying. Then the pressure of well you have to flirt or do this or do that and essentially make all the effort to get their attention. All of that made me so disgusted and then ashamed because I couldn’t figure out why I felt like that and why wasn’t I normal.

Well that’s bc I’m a lesbian and I’m attracted to women and not men and that kinda explains a lot about me tbh. I can remember countless times as a child finding women in movies/shows attractive and being surrounded by girls talking about the guy and just not getting it. Some of few guy characters I did kinda crush on were far and inbetween. The ones I used to crush one tho I would spend way more time watching and crushing on female adaptations of them then the actual original character. Which idk about you but that’s pretty gay 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️ so idk why I gaslit myself into believing I wasn’t