#this dying man .. this man who died in his arms ... and apparently was just looking for the same kind of validation that ryoma himself

[dirt-str1der]

I appreciate how rgg studios tried very hard to develop ryoma and izous relationship in the last 30 seconds of his life and zoomed in onto izous bloody hand lying limp in ryomas not just once

but twice

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion Jealousy Part 2

The graphic extension to this but a lil less serious and definitely not sfw.

CW: Jealous spawn astarion who is still a sweetheart, but the drow twins get under his skin. graphic sex scenes, oral, relatively tame honestly. The sex part will be under the cut btw which is m/f. Also vampire man drinks blood. mentionable incorrect language for sex workers

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It was odd, being home in Baldur’s Gate without the threat of Cazador always looming. Odd, but equally as wonderful. It had been so thoughtful, if not a little idiotic for Cazador to end up being your first stop in the city. The fight itself had been a blur, a barrage of intense emotions and bloody violence. Astarion had come so close to losing himself back there, losing everything that made him better than the man who almost ruined him. But then… you stopped him. You saw something more in him, a chance for a better life. A more meaningful life, away from the shackles of vampiric power obsessions. 

He was officially free. Now he could exist without any fear of his disgusting master’s retribution. He could just… be. Well… not including his darling’s own myriad of enemies that seemed to follow them about everywhere. And there was still the matter of defeating the elder brain, and lord knows if any of you made it through that alive. But at least his personal demons were slain and out of the picture.

Every little step counted after all. Perhaps some of your delusional hopefulness had finally started to rub off on him, but Astarion was actually starting to look forward to his future. Your future, together. All he had to do was get through a few more perilous adventures and then he’d really have you all to himself. 

All that said, Astarion could really go without the frequent visits to the local brothel. Was it the best place in the city for gathering information? Yes. It seemed that every walk of life in Baldur’s Gate found their way into Shar’s Caress and if you were going to find alternative passage to the underworld, this would be the best place to find it. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. For one there were the unwelcome advances to his own person, the concept of grace and personal space apparently left at the door. He was so very close to breaking the hand of the next person who thought it was appropriate to grab his ass. And if they could afford to get kicked out he would have by now. Your verbal, angry tirades in his defense could only scare off so many. 

But as terrible as his own discomfort was, it was nothing in the face of how often you were being fawned over. What was it about you that seemed to drive everyone mad? Yes you were objectively attractive, but this was frankly getting out of hand. First there was the green skinned druid doing something sensual to your mind, then there were the general stares and whispers as you walked by, and now a pair of gorgeous drow twins trying and failing to proposition you. 

It was getting tiresome. There were only so many times a man could take his lover being offered “free” services before he snapped. 

On one hand, he could respect the dedication they had to the craft. He could be considered something of a hired whore himself in his time, the old, “the first one’s free” was a tried and true trick. And he also knew, vaguely, that no one was actually trying to steal you from him. But on the other, he couldn’t help the fact that he wanted to claw their eyes out for looking at you so brazenly.

He hadn’t expected the eyes of the woman to wander over to him, like she was just noticing the possessive arm he had wrapped around your waist, “Is that your partner with you? How would you both feel about having a little fun?”

Absolutely fucking not. Maybe the old Astarion would have smiled and nodded, ready to do whatever was asked of him. But the man from that wretched era had died, or at the very least was dying. And he would be damned if he let you lay with another, never less participate in it. 

Astarion interrupted your overly-polite attempts stuttering of a refusal. He glared at them both, a sneer painted on his face, “We’ll be passing on that. You’d think the first no would have sufficed, but I suppose it’s not fair to expect everyone to have basic language comprehension. Now as illuminating as this conversation has been, we have places to be. Excuse us.”

Then he was pulling you away, happy to ignore the offended huffs of indignation he had left in his wake. 

“We’re supposed to be investigating, remember?” You said with a giggle, not even questioning him as he dragged you to the second floor, “Being rude is not the way we’ll find travel to the hells.”

“I highly doubt they would have been of use,” Astarion said as he pushed you into the first empty room he could find. He felt off, maybe even a little crazed as he turned to you, “Tell me darling, what is it about you that makes you so irresistible, hm?”

He crowded you against the closed door, ducking his head into the crook of your neck to breath you in. You smelled heavenly, you always did. He could trace the barest whiff of your blood from beneath your skin, always calling to him. You were the sweetest thing he ever tasted. Delicious even, for more reasons than one. 

“T-They just wanted my coin,” You gasped when he started to suck bruises into your skin, “That’s all.”

“I think they wanted a bit more than that,” Astarion bit out as he shoved his thigh between your legs, “What will it take for others to realize you’re mine.”

His hands were wandering, resting low to grip your hips. He was using them to move you, forcing you to grind against his thigh. You grasped at his shoulders, trying to bite back a moan as you stared at him with wide eyes, “You want to do it here? Does that door even lock?”

It looked like it didn’t, not that Astarion cared. Maybe walking in on him ravishing you would finally start getting the point across of who you belonged to. Astarion shrugged, "There are less appropriate venues than literal whore houses."

“But-”

“But I can tell you want it,” Astarion interrupted with a smirk, his hands barely working to move your body anymore. But that wasn’t stopping you from rubbing yourself all over him, “Just look at you darling. Desperate little thing. But if you really don’t want to…”

Astarion made a lazy attempt to step back, laughing out loud when your desperately pulled him back, your desire finally winning out over your common sense. But you were glaring at him, obviously annoyed that he was so good at riling you up. He had seen that look before, the one that just screamed that you were scheming something. 

He just hadn’t expected you to drop to your knees in front of him, huffing as you started to undo the fastenings to his pants, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit of a shit?”

“Maybe,” Astarion said with a strained laugh, his breath catching when you pulled his half-hard cock out, “But it seems to keep getting me the things I want.”

You rolled your eyes before licking a wide strip up his cock, like you weren’t directly proving his point. You looked amazing own there, you’re half-hearted glare morphing into a blissful haze. 

Gods, how were you real? Astarion wasn’t quite sure why you were such a fan of getting him down your throat, but he knew that he was a lucky bastard for it. 

“Sweet girl,” Astarion sighed, letting a hand drift down to tangle in your hair, “Sweet girl with a perfect mouth. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

You made a small, affirmative noise around his cock, taking him in deeper as you clutched at his thighs. You were so good at this, so well-trained after months of being together. He loved the soft, wet sounds that would escape your lips as you swallowed him down, the pretty way your eyes would water as you encouraged him to fuck your throat, how you would squirm in place on your knees, no doubt ruining your panties with how wet you were getting. 

And no one else would ever know. No one would get to see you like this again, feel you like this. Needy, desperate, and his. Oddly enough, that thought was what sent him over the edge. He came down your throat, groaning as you eagerly swallowed around him. 

You pulled off of him slowly, panting while you smiled up at him. There was the smallest string of spit mixed with his come, connecting from the head of his cock to your lips. You licked it up, still clinging to his thighs as you hazily stared up at him. Sweet enough to make his heart skip a beat, and his dick give a valiant twitch.

He pulled you to your feet, not wasting any time in smashing your lips together. He spun you around, pushing you towards what he prayed was a clean bed. 

He pushed you back onto the sheets, making quick work of tearing your pants down your legs as he grinned down at you, “Your turn.”

He kneeled in front of you; spreading his hands over your splayed thighs to peel off your underwear. The core of you was already glistening, slick enough to make Astarion’s mouth water. He licked his lips as he spread your legs further apart, shameless as he feasted on you with his eyes. 

You were shaking in his hold, biting your bottom lip when you whined, “Stop staring already…”

“But you’re so pretty here my sweet,” Astarion cooed, tracing a single finger over the seam of your cunt, “And you’re dripping. Poor thing, have I kept you waiting too long?”

You nodded excitedly above him, your hips bucking when he let his fingers dip in further between your pussy lips. He lightly traced your clit, softly laughing at the way the simple touch made you whine.

It was his own fault that you were so needy, a fact that brought a smirk to his lips. You always got so wet after you had him down your throat, soaked and gorgeous. 

Astarion dove right in, loudly moaning as he licked into your folds. He dragged his lips upward to suckle on your clit, basking in all the cries and whimpers escaping you.

He licked back down, teasing your hole with his tongue as your legs quivered around his head. He let the sharpness of his fangs scrape against you as he started to fuck you with his tongue, threatening your most intimate places.

He knew you liked that; little minx that you were. The slight risk of pain that was always looming. It made him want to sink his fangs in you for real, a hunger that he'd sate after he had you gushing into his mouth.

You were already close, he could tell from the way your cunt was tightening around his tongue; too worked up from the thrill of being in public and the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. Astarion trailed talented fingers up to rub against your clit, his tongue still curling inside of you as you cried out. Finally falling over the edge. But that wasn't stopping him from continuing to play with you.

You had to tug on Astarion’s hair for him to finally pull away, too over sensitive to handle his talented tongue. You were still trembling by the time he leaned back, licking his lips. He rested his head on your thigh, obviously pleased with himself as he grinned up at you. He could feel your heart racing against his cheek, the sound of your blood pumping singing through your veins. It had his mouth watering for a completely different reason. 

He let his fangs drag against the delicate skin of your inner thigh, looking up at you through his lashes, "Can I?"

A superfluous question. Not when he already knew the answer before it escaped your lips.

“Y-yeah," You mumbled, lovingly gazing down at him. He would never tire of seeing that look on your face, "But be gentle? Please?” 

"Of course my love," Astarion murmured, before promptly sinking his fangs into your flesh. He had to hold you down from the way you were still trembling, your quivering only getting worse at the pleasure mixed with pain. He didn’t let himself go rabid, just enough to get a taste. He was pulling back too soon, smiling to himself at the little whine you let out. He gently licked over the wound before standing, not yet swallowing the last drops on his tongue.

Instead he leaned forward to kiss you, more than happy to share the sweet taste of your blood as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Thank you my dear,” Astarion sighed as he pulled away, “That was exactly what I needed. Now I think that’s enough investigating for one day.” 

You sighed, taking the time to card your fingers through his hair, “Agreed. Though you might have to carry me out of here now.”

Wasn’t that a wonderful idea?

Astarion hummed as he pulled your clothing back on, “I think I like the sound of that," He didn't give you time to respond, too busy sweeping you up in his arms with a grin, "I'll be taking you up on that."

You squeaked when he hefted you up, bridal style, “I wasn’t being serious!”

But it was too late, Astarion was already kicking the door open. He shrugged at you, completely shameless as he winked at a few onlookers, "Then you shouldn't have suggested it."

You groaned, hiding your face in his shirt as he happily took you outside, “I’m going to get you back for this. I hope you know that.”

Astarion laughed as he kissed the top of your head, “I’m sure you will.”

It was a childish stunt, borderline on par with a jealous tantrum, but gods, did it feel good. Good enough to sate Astarion's obsessive tendencies for an impressive amount of time. Under normal circumstances. 

But what about your lives were normal?

[dolche-tejada]

You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously

Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.

Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.

Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !

Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.

And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.

Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.

And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he have Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.

Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.

There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.

Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.

And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhage…

As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.

Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best he could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dust…

Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.

A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.

And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.

Clearly not the same as with the heroes...

Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.

[steddieas-shegoes]

“Hey, Wayne said you refused to talk to the therapist.”

It was day 34 of visiting Eddie in the hospital, and there was finally a light at the end of the tunnel. If Eddie would talk to the therapist, he could be released into Wayne’s care.

The therapist spent two hours with him, and apparently got nothing more than some sighs and eye rolls.

“I didn’t like him.”

“Well, we can get you another one.”

“I don’t like them either.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“You haven’t even met them yet.”

“I just know I won’t,” Eddie said as he crossed his arms, hissing when he rubbed against the bandages still covering most of his torso.

“Do you want to stay in the hospital forever?”

“No.”

“Then why can’t you just talk to the therapist? You don’t have to tell them everything, just how you’re feeling now.”

“I don’t want to.”

Steve was trying not to get frustrated. He promised Wayne he’d try to talk some sense into him patiently. It was proving to be harder than he thought it would be.

“What is it that you don’t want to tell them?”

“That maybe I did kill Chrissy! That maybe if she had just gone home or I told her no that she’d still be alive! Maybe Vecna would have gone to the next victim and I wouldn’t have to be here in pain!” Eddie was breathing heavily, his heart monitor beeping more rapidly the more he spoke.

Steve didn’t visibly react, though he wanted to. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold Eddie, turn back time and pretend that it was possible that Chrissy wouldn’t have died, let Eddie live his life not knowing these horrors existed.

He wanted to be able to scrub the memory of carrying Eddie’s limp and bloody body from his mind so he could go back to his regular nightmares of him dying, not the man he-

“Sorry.”

Steve’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Eddie spoke his apology so softly into the room. It was a direct contrast to how he’d been before, and it was startling.

A thought occurred to Steve, one he hadn’t thought of in at least two years, but felt right now.

“You know, I used to be kind of friends with Chrissy. Not close, but we talked.”

Eddie stared at him curiously, probably wondering where this could be going.

“It was funny. It didn’t happen until I wasn’t popular anymore. I guess that just shows she was a great person.”

“Yeah. She was.”

“I remember I was sitting alone eating lunch. Jason and his crew weren’t there and she walked up to me and said ‘let’s be lonely together for today.’ And I guess that was our thing, being lonely together. It sounds stupid.”

“Doesn’t sound stupid to me.”

Steve looked up and saw Eddie’s wide, wet eyes staring back at him, silently begging him to continue his story. Maybe he needed this.

“It happened a few more times and then we ended up hanging out a few times before graduation. We actually,” Steve paused and bit his lip. This would give a lot away and may end up making things worse for Eddie, but he wanted to believe it would help. “We bonded over our crush on you.”

He let it sit in the air for a moment, eyes refusing to look back up at Eddie.

Until he felt a hand on his.

“You both had a crush on me? Me?!”

“Don’t tell Robin, but she was the first person I came out to. Accidentally. And it wasn’t really coming out so much as admitting I thought you were cute.”

“You thought I was cute?!”

“Well, yeah! Always playing with your hair and doodling during class. Helping the freshman find their classes. Giving those speeches. You were brave.”

“Steve. That’s not bravery.”

“It is when everyone is willing to hurt you because of who you are.”

“I barely ever actually got beat up. Words are just words.”

“We both know that isn’t true.”

Eddie nodded, swallowed, then sighed.

“Yeah. I just didn’t want anyone to feel like me.”

“That’s why we had a crush on you!”

“Well, that’s nice that you bonded over that.”

Steve didn’t like the sudden change in his tone. Like he’d liked hearing the story, but now he realized it didn’t matter.

And maybe it didn’t.

Chrissy was still gone. Eddie still had to watch her die a terrible death.

They were both still traumatized.

But Steve still had a crush on Eddie that wouldn’t go away no matter how much he repressed it.

And maybe that part of the story was something that could change for the better.

“Robin told me I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, she tells all of us that often.”

“But this is about something specific.”

“What is it?”

“Well, I never got over my crush on you. And instead of saying something about it, I just thought I’d forget about it eventually.”

Eddie blinked at him.

“Chrissy once dared me to ask you out. She said when you graduate, I should do it. Just take the risk.

She was pretty sure you were into both anyways.”

“She was right.”

“Yeah, she usually was,” Steve nodded. “But the problem here is you haven’t technically graduated yet.”

“No I haven’t.”

“You could, though.”

“Maybe.”

“But you have to get out of here first.”

“I see what you’re doing, Harrington.”

“What’s that?” Steve smirked and reached out to move Eddie’s hair away from his face.

“Bribing me to graduate with promises of a date.”

“Is it working?”

Eddie sighed. “Unfortunately.”

“Good. So you’ll talk to the therapist tomorrow?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“You always have a choice, I’m just hoping you choose you.” ——————————— When Eddie walked across the stage two months later to get his diploma, Steve was giving him a standing ovation.

He ignored his original plan of flipping off Principal Higgins, he didn’t want more eyes on him than he already had.

He ignored it because now he had a new plan. He was gonna walk off the stage, throw his cap in the air, and then kiss Steve Harrington.

Part 2: Prologue

[hotchfiles]

↪ kate joyner and hotch were fucking in the period of her appearance, an essay

it's sunday and i have no social life and i think way harder about hotch than a normal sane person should but. since getting into criminal minds there has been The Question (and it wasn't just me! i've seen other people talk about it): did hotch cheat on haley while liaising with kate when she was in scotland yard? i always doubted that because he's not a cheater (but he is A man...), so today i bring you my updated theory: they were in the starts of a relationship before she died. i'm not without evidence. so let's go!

3x20

kate calls hotch on his personal phone, late at night

he speaks to her very casually for someone who doesn't talk on a regular basis and only know each other from a past assignment

jj's reaction shows it isn't common for hotch to go above jj when choosing cases

again, very casually speaking of her, calling her kate only

the apparent common knowledge is that she's a brit but

hotch not only knows she has a dual citizenship, but also which parent is british and which one is american

AND MY FAVORITES

IT ONLY GETS BETTER FROM HERE ALRIGHT

LETS GO

why say that if not to imply hotch has interest in her because she looks like his ex wife who he recently divorced (not willingly !)

AGAIN WITH THE FIRST NAMES! she doesnt call him hotch ONCE. its aaron, from the start. and HIS SMILE. LOOK AT THIS FUCKER'S FACE

garcia's reaction to the informality

now why would emily use this tone if it was to imply hotch is a CHEATER???

no thats the "oh they ARE fucking" tone

this is sort of a reach because hotch worries about everyone he works with but STILL, going from "i know her because we liaised" to this--i rest my case

then this, i didnt think too much of it because hotch can be a bit of an ass with protocol and hierarchy whateverrrr BUT

emily was sooo uncomfortable which shows in fact that wasnt normal behavior

WHY SAY THAT IF THE TWO OF THEM WERENT OBVIOUSLY FUCKING !!!!

is that it? obviously not, i am in fact INSANE so

4x1

THE FLIRTY EYES AND SMILES

AGAIN. HE DOESNT CALL HER JOYNER. NOT EVEN ONCE. KATE. AT ALL TIMES.

THIS WOMAN IS DYING AND LOOK AT THE WAY SHES SMILING AT HIM AFTER SAYING SHES NOT IN PAIN very allison dying in the arms of her first love coded

another detail i like to point out is that aaron is completely capable of walking rn, he could easily walk over to the end of the street to talk to one of the officers there but he just wouldnt, couldnt, leave her alone.

he knows the first responders wont get near them yet, he keeps BEGGING that someone does

and now for my final argument

the way he holds her hand by the ending before putting it back in place

NOW I REST MY CASE

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Just had an idea to up the angst of Charybdis dying

The other gods had all seen the new addition to the Valkyries, a girl who appeared younger than Goll. When she had first appeared it was apparent she was terrified of anyone who weren’t her sisters. Then she began to hang out with Hercules and call him big brother which wasn’t a surprise to the other gods, knowing the relationship that Hercules and the Valkyries had. Then she began to meet others, Buddha, the Seven Gods of Fortune, Loki, Thor, Hades, Shiva, and others. They were surprised by how kind she was, always offering them a snack. When one of her sisters would come to collect her they always called her Bis-Bis

And when they see her as she dies they could hear one of the Valkyries scream out “CHARYBDIS!!!” And suddenly things about the little one makes far too much sense

-The gods didn’t know who this little child was that suddenly appeared with the Valkyries, you weren’t a Valkyrie, but you were calling them all big sister.

-You were shy around other gods, hiding behind one of your sisters if one of them approached, looking scared of them, which confused them as they had never met you before.

-Even more questions were raised as they had seen you around Hercules, calling him big brother, but not even Zeus knew who you were- you weren’t one of his.

-Only because Hercules was with you, you greeted Shiva, who beamed brightly up at you, “Hi there little one!” you were a little hesitant about this wild looking man with purple skin and four arms, but he was nice, after Hercules set you down.

-You remained close to Hercules, but shook one of Shiva’s hands, before he handed you a different one, “Now shake this one- then this one.” As he turned it into a game for you, both men saw your smile, thinking you were adorable.

-Ares was another one who didn’t know who you were, other than you were the unofficial littlest Valkyrie and as far as those who have met you, your name is Bis-Bis.

-Besides Hercules, you had never met someone who was so big, like Ares, who was so gentle with you, he treated you like you were made of glass, like you would break. You never had someone be so gentle and cautious with you before.

-Odin did his best not to scare you when you ran into him with Goll, with Loki and Thor with him as well, as you clung to Goll’s shirt after she picked you up.

-Thor and Odin were panicking, seeing the tears in your eyes, as the didn’t mean to scare you- it was Loki to the rescue, grabbing you from Goll and tossing you into the air. While scary at first, it became fun as Loki began to fly around with you, making you giggle.

-Loki ‘helped’ by introducing you to Odin and Thor, showing you that they weren’t scary, teasing them, “Odin is just a big grumpy old man- and Thor doesn’t know how to smile!” he earned a few lumps for that.

-However, you were adorable, sitting on Thor’s lap, once you were calmed down, holding his cheeks in your little hands, “I’m learning myself- but I can teach you how to smile.”

-Loki and Goll were both rushed to the infirmary, needing to be resuscitated from the cuteness overload while you were in Odin’s arms, worrying over them until Thrud came to pick you up.

-Shiva and Thor were able to tell you were hesitant around gods, but the Greek pantheon more than anyone, except for Ares, Hermes, and Hercules, whom you were okay with as you’ve gotten used to them.

-Odin was curious when you ran to him, despite being a little afraid of him, when you spotted Zeus and Poseidon down the hall together, it made him wonder which of the two you were more scared of to make you run to him.

-In Ragnarok, everyone was stunned when they learned that you were paired with Adam, creating a pair of apple red gauntlets. Odin demanded an explanation from Brunnhilde, making a child fight, but she didn’t answer him as all the Valkyries were watching the match with the three Norse gods, while Shiva was watching across the arena with Ares, Hermes, and Hercules.

-Thrud’s eyes went wide as Zeus lost, but she saw the gauntlets chipping away, telling her that you were hurt, badly, “CHARYBDIS!!!”

-The other Valkyries were quick to realize what you had done, sacrificing yourself to keep Adam safe by taking all of Zeus’ damage yourself.

-The gods were stunned, learning who you were, knowing your story, learning that you had been brought to the Valkyries by Scylla to be safe and protected.

-The outrage of some of the strongest was almost instant, Odin immediately seeking out Poseidon and the group ran into Shiva and Hercules, who looked nearly beside themselves, both in rage and in anguish, unshed tears in their eyes.

-Adam was consoling Brunnhilde, furious at himself for not realizing what you were doing until it was too late, and Hercules was quick to join the father of humanity. Had she known you were going to do something so dangerous to protect Adam, she wouldn’t have let you fight.

-The tournament was halted on Odin’s order, and anyone nearby could feel his rage as they all sought out the king of the seas as he deserved to answer to his crimes of abandoning a child when she needed him most, while Zeus, who punished a hungry child, had already gotten his justice, but at the cost of your own life.

-Ares, Hermes, and some of the other Greek gods were appalled to learn that this little child was Charybdis of all people, you were so young, so little, and now you were gone- dust!

-Poseidon was quick to feel their anger, their fury, as the strongest in Valhalla came down upon him, while he was still in shock to learn that the child he had been seeing and the child fighting with Adam had been the daughter he abandoned so long ago.

-Poseidon let them yell and scream, feeling his pain grow more and more, his guilt eating him from the inside out, knowing that he brought this upon himself. Had he been an actual father and protected you, kept you safe, he wouldn’t be in this situation, and you wouldn’t be dead.

-The tournament was cancelled, Odin no longer wishing to eradicate humanity, wanting to prevent more unnecessary death.

-Your death drove Valhalla, drove the gods and humans into working together to make earth a better place- being the gods they should have been from the beginning, teaching and guiding humanity.

-Many mourned your death, and many would never stop missing you, but many also respected you, because you made everything a better place.

-Charybdis became the name in Valhalla that everyone knew as the guiding force behind those who loved and cared about you so much to do better, to make things better.

[bibibbon]

MHA 418 rant

Oh my where do I start with this chapter?

So after all that they're somehow still in an imaginary place thing whatever? So like after all that barrier breaking thing last chapter they're still in the same imaginary place and it hasn't came as actual time travel type plot. I guess Iam ok with that but like dam what was the barrier breaking supposed to represent another way of izuku getting to shigaraki and getting through his bs power of hate and rejection?!?!

Why is it that all of izukus memories have to directly relate to Tenko? Ok like why is it throughout this whole fight and encounter Izuku only shared like one to two memories about himself but they still weren't directly about him like we got the todoroki fighting him at the sports festival and I think that's it. Also why is it that these Memoires specifically are highlighted like they don't impact izuku directly for him to remember them. Also shouldn't at that time izuku be like a 2 year old or something so how can he remember that. Why does he remember it? Was he in that conversation like did his dad take him and he saw kotaro and all that gist or was it not Izuku's memory at all but just vestige AFO's

Dfo basically confirmed. So the mysterious guy who kotaro met with that's apparently AFO does actually tick off a lot of the checkpoints for who hisashi midoriya really is. My theory is that the man kotaro met with was either afo aka dfo canon or it was hisashi but he works for AFO. Also how does this impact izuku like he never got to fight AFO or interact with him properly (even though they share a lot of parallels) that role was given to bakugo. How will izuku react? I doubt horikoshi will give him the autonomy to do something.

Hori had to humanise shigaraki so we got the other memories. All of this interaction is basically a huge spotlight on shigaraki and there to humanise him. All we see is the league standing next to him all together and people are thinking that this is some found family type of thing when Iam thinking that they look like soldiers taking or waiting for orders from shigaraki. There's also the baby Tenko memories to show Tenko playing around with his two friends that don't even contribute much to plot. We then see him freak out about Mon chans death and all that to humanise him

After everything and Mon chan still had to die. Iam just salty about it like why does the dog always gotta die for some reason?!?! Mon chan deserves better

How did Izuku go from middle schooler to child. Yeah that was some drastic change personally I dont get how izuku went from highschool to middle school to child is it just supposed to be some abstract imagery if it is I wish it was executed better.

Shigaraki is dying? Crumbling apart? And AFO is back??!?!?? So we see shigaraki basically decaying from the inside out somehow is this supposed to represent Tenko coming to light while the evil and irredeemable shigaraki dies which dam hori really has it out for shigaraki. I vestige afo was dead or he was just dead I get that he was gonna come back but at this point he is like a parasite in the show I just want him gone for good at this point. Maybe shigaraki will kill him and we will get another variation of the dog biting their owner or some stuff like that

Poor izuku. I JUST REALISED THAT IZUKU NOW CANNONICALLY IS QUIRKLESS AND LOST AN ARM?!?! AN ARM ALL THEM THEORIES HAVE BECOME REALITY AND I HATE IT. ALSO IF THIS IS AN IMAGINARY Place Then HOW THE HELL IS IZUKU Being DECAYED HAPPENING TO HIM IN REAL LIFE AND DUE TO THE QUIRK AWAKENING THAT TENKO GOT SHOULDNT IZUKU BE SLOWLY DECAYING ALL OVER?!?!?! NVM IZUKU IS BASICALLY ALSO DYING DUE TO DECAY THE GUY LOST BOTH HIS ARMS HELP

@doodlegirl1998 just brought up the fact that kurogiri was done injustice again as he is legit the only major lov member that isn't shown directly to us in shigs memories.

In conclusion MHA is going down hill

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 16

Zoe was holding onto Cillian as if he was going to float away.

Her arms around his neck, his hands gripping her hips under the covers, legs tangled together; they were kissing each other and had no intention of slowing down. Zoe took the initiative to push her hips into his, making Cillian groan into the kiss. His hands traveled from her hips to her ass and pressed her against him, making sure she couldn't move away. Zoe could feel him hard against her; she wanted more. She began to grind her hips against him, while playfully biting down on his lower lip. Cillian pulled away and began to kiss her neck, down to her collarbone, slowly making her way to her chest while moving himself to lay on top of her.

the phone rang.

They both ignored it, and eventually it stopped ringing.

It rang again.

"What the fuck" Cillian said, lifting his head from Zoe's chest.

"Just go see who it is, if they can wait, don't answer" Zoe said, anxious to get back to their previous activity.

Cillan got up from the bed and made his way to the end table where his phone sat. He looked down at the screen and turned around.

"It's my attorney, it can wait" He said, making his way back to bed. He only got about 3 steps before the phone stopped ringing, than started ringing again. Cillian stopped dead in his tracks and turned around towards the end table, looking at his phone again.

"I'm sorry, let me just see what he wants. He's never called like this before," Cillian said, looking back at Zoe. She smiled and nodded.

Cillian adjusted himself in his sweatpants and picked up his cellphone. "Hey Chris, someone better be dying or this could of been an email," He said as he walked out of the bedroom.

Zoe laughed and stretched in the bed. Maybe this will all work out and be okay, She thought. It wasn't an ideal situation, but this entire day had been relaxing. Granted, they slept some of the day away, but she felt incredibly comfortable with him; that meant a lot to Zoe, who never felt comfortable in her own skin to begin with.

After about 20 minutes, Zoe was getting restless. What was taking so long? What does an attorney want on a Monday night?

As that thought crossed her mind, Cillian came back into the room, phone in hand, but staring at the screen. He slowly closed the door.

"...So who died?" Zoe said, trying to break the ice.

Cillian looked up at her and smiled softly. "Uh... my marriage apparently. My ex wife finally signed the divorce papers."

Zoe didn't know how to react. She coudn't read him. Was he happy? Sad? Relieved?

"Are..you okay?" Zoe said, sitting up.

Cillian sat on the bed. "Yea... I knew it was coming but I guess I'm still shocked it's finally happening. I'm officially divorced," He said. Zoe rubbed his back. "Again, I don't have feelings for her anymore but -" He started to say, feeling he had to explain himself to Zoe.

"Cill, it's okay" Zoe said, cutting him off. "A chapter of your life is closed. You're mourning that part of your life, I get it. It's okay to say goodbye to someone who was there for all these major milestones. You don't have to justify yourself to anyone, especially me"

Cillian turned around and looked at her. "I do want to justify myself to you. I want you to know where I stand with her"

Zoe laughed. "Hey man, I'm just a girl who got drunk with you and now you're stuck with me for 3 months. You don't have to explain anything to me."

Cillian narrowed his eyes. "I wish you wouldn't do that" He said.

"Do what?"

"Constantly put yourself down. You mean so much more to me than just a girl I got drunk with. And I'm definitely not stuck with you," He said, crawling onto the bed and slowly making his way on top of her.

"I think it's a good defense mechanism" Zoe said, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. But Cillian stopped her.

"I don't think it is," He said. " I don't know who or what made you think those things about yourself, but they aren't true. We gotta snap you outta that"

"... Do we gotta do that right now?" Zoe said, trying to pull him down again for a kiss. Cillian laughed.

"Well.. there was more to that phone call," Cillian said, rolling off of her onto his side next to her.

"What?"

"The house has to be sold. Apparently she already has a buyer lined up. At first I objected and I wanted to put it up for sale like normal, but the person she has wants the house so bad they're willing to pay almost double what the market value is. So I need to look for houses... starting tomorrow apparently" He said, sighing.

Zoe, knowing the mood was over, rolled onto her side and faced him. "I can help you pack. I'll do what I can" Zoe said. Cillian smiled.

"Just don't get rid of this bed" Zoe added. "It would be a sin to get rid of this"

Cillian laughed.

"Deal. I'll keep the bed."

***********************************************************************

Cillian and Zoe woke up in each other's arms the next morning bright and early. It wasn't lost on them that they came close to having sex, before they were interrupted by Cillian's attorney. They both felt that it would be weird to continue what they started, especially if it would feel like a celebration of Cillian's divorce becoming final. Zoe wanted to be respectful first and foremost, her silly little crush was small in the big scale of things.

Instead, they wrapped up in each other, kissed each other until they fell asleep holding onto each other. Normally Zoe liked her space; but she couldn't get close enough to Cillian. Whenever she woke up to adjust, he woke up as well and adjusted with her, making sure his arms were always wrapped around her. He would sneak a kiss onto her forehead if he could, before drifting back to sleep.

They woke up around 7, aware they had to actually leave the house. The sun was shining, and Zoe had to head into the office today. She normally worked from home on Mondays, but clearly no work got done on Monday, so she was already behind.

"Here you go" Cillian said, emerging from the bathroom. "I knew I had a spare one"

"thank you" Zoe said, taking the toothbrush from him. She headed into the bathroom and went straight to the double sinks, turning on the faucet for the sink on the far left. She first splashed some water on her face, then proceeded to put toothpaste on her toothbrush. Cillian came in and stood next to her at the sink on her right, beginning to brush his teeth. They both smiled at each other as they brushed until they spit into their sinks. Cillian kept smiling as he let the water run.

"What?" Zoe said, shutting her sink off and grabbing the towel to dry her face.

"nothing.. it's just..." Cillian started. He made eye contact with her in the mirror. "It's been a while since someone was in this bathroom with me." He turned off his faucet and headed out of the bathroom. "I'll give you a pair of my sweatpants and a new T Shirt, i'll leave it on the bed. Just come downstairs when you're ready, I gotta feed Scout and let him out" He yelled over shoulder.

Zoe got dressed and tried to run her fingers through her hair. They agreed that morning that Cillian would drive Zoe home and drop her off; he would start the house hunting journey with his realtor who he had a breakfast appointment with at 9am. Zoe would head into work.

The car drive was silent, but Cillian had his hand on Zoe's thigh the entire time.

As much as Zoe enjoyed the time she had with Cillian, she desperately wanted to take a shower and wash her hair, and put on her own clothes. She felt so conflicted; she usually LOVED her alone time. She would of never previously spent the day with someone while hungover. If this was anyone else she would of been out that door 10 minutes after she woke up so she could suffer with her hangover in the comfort of her own apartment. But not with Cillian; all she wanted was to be with him.

Cillian pulled up to her apartment building and put the car in park. "I'll walk you to your door" He said, taking off his seatbelt.

They walked, hand in hand, up her steps to the front door of her building. She turned around and he grabbed her other hand in his, holding both of her hands and pulling her closer to him.

"Hey" he whispered. Their faces were close, and he put his forehead against hers. "We're gonna be better, yea?"

Zoe smiled. "Yea. No more tequila for me"

Cillian laughed. "I didn't mean that."

"I know, I know" Zoe said, squeezing her hands in his. "I know what you meant. But that means no more squeezing my shoulder and running out of my apartment, either" Zoe said.

"Why do I feel like you're never gonna let me live that down?" Cillian replied. Zoe laughed.

"Give me a month, i'll get over it."

Cillian smiled. "I like you. I like you so much"

Zoe smiled again. "Stop making me smile like a moron on my steps at 8am"

Cillian suddenly got very quiet. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Please don't fuck me over," He said, barely above a whisper.

Zoe got serious, pulled her hands out of his grip and put them on his face. "I won't," But Zoe wasn't satisfied. Cillian's eyes were still closed. "Hey," Zoe said, "Look at me"

Cillian opened his eyes.

"I'm just as scared as you are. We'll figure it out. Okay? Me and you" Zoe said softly.

Cillian smiled again. "You and me."

He brought his hand to her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. Zoe kissed him back, trying to savor every second because she knew he had to leave.

"I'll text you, yea?" Cillian said, taking a step back from her.

"Yea, sounds good. Good luck with the house hunt. Let me know what you find" Zoe said as he walked back to his car.

"I will. I'll talk to you later Zoe" He said, shooting her a smile before getting into the car. Zoe waved as the car drove off.

Zoe got to the top of the stairs of her apartment building and barely got her key in the lock to her door before her phone went off. She looked down to a text, from Cillian.

I miss you already.

tags: @lau219 @shopgirl6us @wolfieellsworld

[goayda]

After the Storm

So you remember that fic I owed you @izzymarksthespot ? Well, here it is (the part 1 at least), and there is a bath! Or there will be. Well, check and see 😉

(As usual, set some time after 2x07, Ed is happy being a fisherman somewhere and there was no Zheng fight and no Prince Ricky attack. As usual too, no warnings needed, just a happy time for everybody.)

Thank goodness the storm hadn’t hit them by surprise, Stede thought, but still, after many hours fighting to keep the Revenge afloat, the crew was exhausted.

They had managed to get the ship ready and the sturdy vessel had resisted the huge waves and the high winds, but it had been a tough fight and now that the skies had finally cleared, the whole crew was trying to warm up on deck while they filled their empty stomachs with a noodle soup, the recipe that Roach had learned from Zheng’s cook and that they all loved.

Stede was helping Roach bring the last bowls of soup from the galley and when he looked around the deck his eyes immediately stopped on Izzy, who was very noticeably looking the worse for wear. He was as pale as a ghost and even though he was wrapping his arms around himself trying to get warm, the drenched clothes he was still wearing were clearly not helping the situation.

“Izzy!” Stede said as he rushed to his side. “My goodness, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, captain,” he replied, but his voice sounded too weak to be convincing.

Stede raised his hand to touch Izzy’s forehead, but it was immediately slapped away by the freezing cold hand of the annoyed first mate.

“He isn’t even eating his soup,” Frenchie snitched as soon as he swallowed the mouthful of noodles he had been hungrily chewing.

“Frenchie, mind your own business!” Izzy barked at him.“I’m just… not hungry right now,” he added weakly.

“That will not do, you have to warm up or you’ll catch pneumonia, Israel,” Stede chastised him. “Don’t we have another blanket around here?” he added looking around.

They had brought a few blankets while Roach cooked the soup for them, but apparently there weren’t enough for everybody. Oluwande, Jim and Archie were sharing one, as were Lucius and Pete, but probably the obtuse first mate had decided he didn’t need one. Well, he obviously needed it and Stede knew where to find quite a few.

He was about to go to his cabin to fetch a blanket when he saw a shiver shake Izzy’s frame. The man looked fragile and Izzy Hands never looked fragile, it was a disturbing sight.

“Come with me, Izzy,” Stede said. “I have some spare blankets in my cabin. You also need to get out of those wet clothes immediately.”

A chocking sound distracted Stede for a moment. Apparently Lucius had found some trouble while eating his noodles and Pete was hitting him firmly on the back while stifling a laugh for some reason.

“Bonnet, I don’t need-“

“That’s an order, Izzy,” Stede replied, using his best captain-voice. “I won’t have my first mate dying from a cold out of stubbornness. So let’s go, chop-chop.”

Stede took Izzy’s untouched bowl of soup and with a last warning look at Izzy, he started walking towards his cabin. With a resigned sigh, the first mate stood up slowly and started following him, limping lightly.

Before closing the door to the deck behind him, Stede took a last look at the rest of the crew and noticed that not only Frenchie, but also Lucius, Pete and Fang were smiling encouragingly at him and giving him the thumbs up. That was a bit disconcerting. Had they thought he wouldn’t care about Izzy when he clearly looked so poorly? Their animosity had died long ago and Stede had thought it was obvious he was quite fond of the angry little man now.

As he walked down the corridor towards his cabin, he had another worrying thought: what if Izzy himself didn’t think Stede cared about him? That surely couldn’t be, right? He had to know he did care… or maybe he thought Stede still held a grudge against him?

Stede didn’t have much time to dwell on it because they had already reached the cabin and Izzy was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room while shivering noticeably.

A warm bath would do wonders for him, Stede thought. And Roach probably still had the fire going after making the soup so it wouldn’t take too long to warm some water.

And indeed it didn’t take long. Stede asked Roach to fill the bathtub and when some time later the cook told him it was ready Stede still hadn’t managed to convince the stubborn man of the need of a hot bath. Izzy had wrapped himself in one of the blankets and insisted it was all he needed and Stede had to use all his authority to stop him from leaving the room.

“Now the bath is ready, Izzy,” Stede decided to change tactics. “You wouldn’t want to waste resources, would you?”

“Maybe the captain could use it then,” Izzy hit back. “Since it’s actually the captain’s bathtub.”

“Well,… we can both use it!”

Izzy’s eyes widened in surprise and at his back, Roach had a coughing fit. Smoking was such an awful habit, Stede thought as he turned to see the cook hitting his chest while still holding his lit cigarette.

“I’ll be going now,” the cook wheezed as he walked towards the door.

“Yes, thank you for everything, Roach,” Stede replied politely.

Turning his attention back to Izzy, Stede noticed the first mate was now staring at him with a strangely guarded expression on his face.

“As I was saying,” Stede continued. “Even thought the bathtub is in my quarters, there’s no reason why any other member of my crew can’t use it if needed. And you need it, Izzy, don’t try to tell me otherwise.”

Izzy blinked slowly and seemed to falter.

“Please, Israel,” Stede said softly. “Just… if not for yourself, could you do it for my peace of mind?”

Izzy’s shoulders sagged in defeat. He nodded lightly and Stede guided him towards the bathroom before he could change his mind.

TBC

[blueandbetaraptors]

Got this idea from someone, I tagged them at the bottom of the story, thanks for letting me write it!

It was a bright and sunny afternoon. Ned and Peter were walking back from school to the tower. Peter was sharing his personal experience from when the vulture tried to kill him.

“I tell you Ned, I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared, at first I thought he was just trying to hit me with his metal wings. I joked that he missed. Then he gave me this evil look and was like “I just needed to distract you” and I see him grab his wing hoverboard thingy and he shot off and the ceiling started to collapse!”

“Wow dude, that’s freaky. I mean, you probably would have been less stuck if Mr.Stark hadn’t taken your suit.”

“Yea but I don’t really wanna tell him, cause then I’m worried I’ll make him feel bad.” Pete said as they walked into the front doors.

“How did you get out?”

“Well I cried, I was definitely panicked, but I forced myself to push the rubble off my back and crawl out… and that’s how I almost died!

“excuse me?” Tony said, he suddenly stops his conversation with Steve and Bruce.

Pete and Ned stop in their tracts when they suddenly see Tony, Steve and Bruce gathered around the elevators when Tony caught the tail end of the conversation.

“who and where?” Steve adds, makeing himself look tall, a face of a man who wants justice served.

Bruce looks at Peter, “No one’s going to get away with that one, need me to send the other guy?” A hint of green starts to show on his neck.

Suddenly a large sound comes from up above as Clint comes down from the vents,” I can take care of them.” As he lands on his feet.

Suddenly Peter and Ned are in front of 4 of the avengers, all who look bent on stopping the person that apparently almost killed Peter.

“oh, hey guys, i was just telling Ned about the time a building fell on me. It’s all good now. Yall don’t have to do anything.” Peter, confused responded as he rubbed the back of his neck, Ned by his side, his mouth slightly agape like a fish.

“ Yup! Buts it’s cool now. Like Peter said.” Ned recovers and tries to help Pete calm the avengers down.

Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Clint, “WHAT?” The foursome yell in unison

“Fri- get me info on this!”

“Are you hurt”

“When did this happen.”

“Son, who did this to you?”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell anyone.”

“Language!”

“Shut it Steve”

Suddenly Peter is getting overwhelmed by all the talking that Ned grabs him and pulls him away while the avengers start talking over each other not realizing that Peter and Ned left to go upstairs. However, Nat stops them.

“Ok, I heard the commotion. Something about you almost dying, someone not telling us that a building nearly crushed them… care to explain?” She folds her arms, giving a ‘don’t try to fake it’ expression.

“It’s not a big deal now Nat. I found the guys who were stealing the alien weapons and I tried to call Mr.Stark but he was busy with the move, but I didn’t have my suit cause Mr.Stark told me I don’t need it if I’m gonna be reckless. Well I found out it was Liz’s dad and I went to confront him and he was talking he was just buying time for his wing thing to come and get him loose and then he circled around me, I thought he missed but he was just going for the support systems and he got away right as the building collapsed on me.. a..and I was scared but I know I had to be strong and I survived.” Pete kinda said it in a rush, and then realized that the whole team, was listening in.

Peter watched as expressions turn from concern and anger to solemn, and even some guilt faces, Clint literally punches Tony’s arm.

“Hey! What was that for Legolas?” Tony asks as he rubs his arm.

“That’s for almost getting Peter killed by taking his suit.”

“Guys seriously, it’s not a big deal, i survived and I learned from my mistakes.” Pete tried to explain, trying to calm the nerves of everyone.

“Peter, gosh, this world is too good for you. Look, I was wrong for taking your suit, just with what happened with the ferry, i thought you were getting to gun ho and I needed to slow yourself before you killed yourself.” Tony signed and ran his hand through his head.

After sitting down and the avengers learning more of Peter’s experience with the vulture, they all gained a new respect for their teammate and also thanked Ned for helping him.

@irondadspiderson4evr

[willesredlights]

Sunday Snippet

I'm so excited about writing this one that I just can't help but share a little bit. Idk yet when this one will be up though, I still have a lot of work on it. Never enough vampire Simon tbh. Vampire Simon my beloved.

With the young man in his arms, he stumbles into his home, trying to not make a sound but failing as he knocks something over on the closet standing in the hallway. “Fuck”, he mutters and closes the door behind him. Simon rushes to the kitchen and lays the guy on the table. He can't worry about Elina now, he needs to save the guy first before he really dies. He rips his shirt open so his chest is clear. Unwillingly his eyes scan the man's body that is surprisingly muscular. “Simon please think, this is about saving a life”, he mutters to himself. He starts by locating the wound so he can stop the bleeding. It takes all of his effort to not dig into the young man's body and drink his sweet, red blood. His blood has the most beautiful color red he has ever seen.

Simon managed to stop the bleeding that was apparently coming from a stab wound in his stomach. But he could notice he had lost a lot of blood and if he doesn't do something about that now, he will still die here on his kitchen table. He regrets taking him home with him and taking a big risk. He should've called an ambulance, like a normal person would do but he isn't normal, he is a vampire and as soon as he saw the guy laying on the ground he had the urge to protect him and take care of him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I don't know what to do”, Simon is panicking, hastily checking if the man is still breathing and if his heart is still beating. The question is for how long because he is really messing this up and he really needs Elina's help.

There are footsteps on the stairs which means that Elina probably woke up from all the noise and the smell of the blood. When she enters the kitchen her mouth falls agape as her brain slowly processes the situation. 

“Simon, what the fuck is this and who the fuck is that?”, she says, angry, her fangs on show. “No time for that, please help me, I don't want him to die”, Simon begs her. Elina has been a nurse in a previous life, the life before she turned into a vampire. A deep sigh leaves her mouth. “For God's sake, not again Simon”, she says and walks over to the table. She looks at the guy and immediately she recognizes him. “Why the hell did you bring the Crown Prince to our house?”, she shouts at Simon.

This is a long snippet I know. I also can't believe I start this story with Wille being on the verge of dying. (Don't worry tho)

[rwbyvein]

Double Rainbow: The Purchase IV

Ilia stepped out of JNPR's dorm room. She was wearing a skintight halter, along with skintight yoga pants. She was told to pick something easy to move around it. She figured it was some kind of fetish play, but that was hardly the worst thing that could happen to her. She would rather suck his cock than the majority of the ones in the world, nevermind dying in the SDC mines, or being tortured by some sick freak. Even if she was a lesbian, there were far worse fates than being his plaything. It might just be the lack of love, affection, or a home for the past years, but his affection almost felt good. At least the hugs and headpats did.

* * *

Ilia: *stares at the sign of a sword crossed with a rifle*

* * *

Ilia: *walks into the shop, only to see Weiss there with Jaune*

Ilia: *silently walks up*

Weiss: *turns her head towards her*

Jaune: *turns around and gives her a warm smile*

Weiss: Jaune has told me that you were... militarily active in an unofficial capacity. I, at first, did not want to get involved, until he informed me that my arming you would be less morally dubious than my original purchase. Sometimes I despise having moral consistency.

Ilia: *complete unable to understand what was happening*

Jaune: We want to get your weapon back.

Well Dressed Man: It is no secret that Huntsmen have their weapons custom-built.

Ilia: . . .

Well Dress Man: So, who would buy a Huntsman's weapon at auction?

Ilia: I'm not a Huntsman.

Well Dress Man: Cute. But I'm not impressed. Given your status as a slave, your moral concerns are none of my business. As you have received your punishment, and it can only get worse. Next time you might not find a master who would seek to reclaim your lost possession. Now, if you could, describe it for me?

* * *

Jaune: Even if he finds it, is the guy going to sell it?

Weiss: The dark secret about auctions is that they never finish. The rich are rich because they want to be.

Jaune: Meaning?

Ilia: Everything has a price.

Weiss: Precisely.

Ilia: Even someone's life.

Weiss: ...unfortunately...

Ilia: I was apparently a bargain.

Jaune: Because I'm not looking at you as an investment.

Weiss and Ilia: *stop in their tracks*

Jaune: *turns around*

Jaune: Investment implies I intend to sell you. You're everything I want.

Weiss: In a girlfriend?

Ilia: In a slave.

Jaune: Uh... not touching that.

Weiss: Which is it?

Jaune: *nervously turns around*

* * *

Jaune: *sits on his bed and sighs*

Ilia: *kneels in front of him*

Nora: Does she have to?..

Jaune: Apparently.

Ren: Is arming her especially wise?

Jaune: It's like I can feel her Aura trying to jump out of her body.

Ren: So, you wish to train her?

Nora: Body guard concubine?!

Pyrrha (internally): If she becomes his concubine, then the position of wife will be open.

Pyrrha: I'll help.

* * *

Ilia: *strikes at Jaune with her Thunder Lash*

Jaune: *blocks with his shield*

Pyrrha: You hit his shield again.

Ilia: Isn't that the whole point of shields?

Pyrrha: You are striking with your muscles.

Ilia: . . .

Pyrrha: And between you and him, who's muscles are bigger?

Ilia: . . .

Ilia: *blushes*

Pyrrha: *blushes*

Pyrrha: *shakes her head*

Pyrrha: So, don't attack with muscles, attack with Aura.

Ilia: I don't know what that is.

Pyrrha: Strike with spirit. Strike out with your soul.

Jaune: Lash out with your soul?

Yang: *heard snickering in the background*

Pyrrha: Precisely.

* * *

Ilia's Workout Clothes: *floating in the air*

Nora: It's a ghost!

Pyrrha: I'm sorry.

Ilia: I'm not a ghost.

Nora: That's just what a ghost would say.

Ilia: I think that's more BOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Nora: See? She - admits - it!

Jaune: Nora, it's Ilia.

Nora: Oh - my - gods! Ilia died? She was so adorable. Jaune was so happy with her.

Ilia: I - am - not - dead!

Jaune: Well, this way I can get ghost blowjobs.

Ilia's Clothes: *kneels on the ground in front of him*

Jaune: I was joking.

Ilia: . . .

Jaune: *reaches down to cup her face*

Jaune: I love looking into your eyes.

Jaune (looking at Nora): Ilia's not dead, she's just invisible.

Nora: Then why can I see her clothes?

Ilia: Because I'm a chameleon. Clothes don't change colour just because a chameleon is wearing them.

Nora: Why not?

Jaune (looking down at Ilia): Maybe you should stand up.'

Ilia's Clothes: *stands up*

Pyrrha: The first semblance of her Semblance.

Yang: *heard snickering in the background*

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One Undead To Another (Chapter 5)

(Trigger warning for more vampire vs ghost fighting, general brain fog, Shawn convinced he's hallucinating/has brain damage, Shawn turning into a vampire and all the anguish that entails.)

“I need you, Shawn! You can’t leave me alone! Wake UP!”

It’s the first anything Shawn is aware of. Before he can feel his own body, hear anything around him, before he can see.

He hears Gus, begging and distraught, and it pulls Shawn back to the world.

It takes a couple of tries, but he opens his eyes. His vision is blurry, and he must have brain damage, because even as it clears up he sees not only Gus bent over him sobbing, but his grandma. 

Who died when he was three.

“Oh my god, Shawn!” Gus doesn’t even bother to wipe his face, just pulls Shawn up into a hug- but pushes Shawn away just as fast. “Don’t even think about drinking my blood while I’m rescuing you right now.”

“Wh… wha?” Shawn’s voice cracks and scrapes against his throat. He’s parched. Dry like a desert, or his own dating life for all of highschool. “Wha’ th’ hell…”

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. And I’m pretty sure Lassie and Jules are wiping the floor with the vampires.”

“... Wha?” Shawn tries to sit up, to figure out where he is and what is going on and why everything is numb but all he manages to do is turn his head a little. That’s not a good sign. Something bad happened to him.

His vision swims just from that simple movement, and when it refocuses he’s not sure it actually does. Lassie is driving a shard of wood into the chest of some nondescript person (Popsicle, he thinks, though he can’t make the connection why) as Jules fights like a woman possessed against… someone Shawn would put money on as being a lawyer, or some other equally extremely desk-bound job.

When he looks at her, some of the numbness goes away- because he’s suddenly very aware of his neck exploding with pain. He wants to scream, to thrash, to fall back into that Nothingness where pain didn’t exist and neither did he- but all he manages is a weak moan.

“Just hang on a little longer.” Gus loops his arms under Shawn’s armpits and, with great grunts and puffs of effort, stands just enough to begin dragging Shawn away somewhere.

And then a hand grabs onto Shawn’s leg. It should feel cold, Shawn’s mind supplies for reasons he can’t pinpoint. The hand doesn’t feel any colder than he does, though. … But now that he thinks about it, he is cold. Very cold. But he’s not shivering. Tick that next to the possible head trauma in the list of Very Bad Things To Wake Up To.

“I’m not dying without killing you and your stupid mouth,” a gruff voice growls (Gramv- he nicknamed these people at some point. This is an investigation, then?). Gramv yanks on Shawn’s leg, easily pulling him out of Gus’s grasp.

Bad guy. Right, he’s in danger, this man is trying to kill him, he’s barely able to move, Lassie and Jules are busy and Gus just almost got his arms dislocated and the rest of the people in the room can’t possibly be real because they’re dead. His vision is still not a hundred percent, but he zeros in on a candle by Gramv’s hand and his own leg.

He barely manages to twitch his leg, but it’s enough. The candle tips over and the burning wick catches the sleeve of Gramv’s robe, and apparently it’s a very flammable material because he lights up quicker than a clue at a crime scene.

“Heh.” Shawn wishes he could make a pun, but even if he could speak at the moment, he still can’t really think. It’s a sludgy, foggy, all-around unclear mess in his skull. He’s not used to it, and if he had a clearer head he’s be panicking over not having a clear head. There’s a word for that. He can’t remember it right now.

Gus grabs him again and drags him somewhere deep within the maze (oh, he recognizes this maze, that could be good or bad, but is probably both). Shawn watches Lassie and Jules fade into the stacks of useless forgotten whatever, and begins to nod off again. Then Gus props him up against one of the stacks and lightly taps Shawn’s face to wake him back up.

“I need you to try and stand. I can’t carry a grown-ass man up the world’s most unsafe stairs all by myself.”

“St’nd.” Still can’t get out full words without slurring them- he definitely has brain damage. What happened to him? “Yea.” Shawn tries to push himself up, but his arms collapse under him within seconds. He starts to tip to the side, and Gus has to reach out and steady him. “I don’... f-feel…”

“Okay. Okay, we can do this. I can do this. How many times have you gone boneles son me? It was all leading up to this.” Gus bounces on his heels while he hypes himself up. “Burton Guster, you are about to carry your best friend up these stairs.”

Gus slings one of Shawn’s arms over his shoulder, and manages to stand and support Shawn’s entire weight without any help from Shawn himself. He feels like a bundle of wet noodles, but knitted together to be really dense and heavy, and way too overcooked, just absolutely inedible. 

… He’s hungry.

“G’s…”

“Just a little longer. Oh gosh… okay, we can do this.”

Someone else is supporting Shawn’s weight too.

“I’ve got him, Gus. I’ve got you, sweetie. Let’s get going.”

His grandma who isn’t real because she’s dead and Gus have to basically drag him up the stairs. Feeling starts to return to his legs as they go up, little by little, with each smack of his shins and ankles against the wooden slats pretending to be steps. 

Feeling is returning everywhere. He almost wishes it wasn’t.

He is in serious pain.

His neck is the worst of it- it feels raw, dug at, deep and tender and he can’t even begin to imagine what a wound that feels like this must look like. He’s a little surprised Gus hasn’t passed out or thrown up at the sight, because it must be gruesome.

Almost as bad is his stomach. No, wait, it might be worse- his evaluation is shifting as awareness slowly trickles in. … Yes, his stomach is worse, though not by much. It burns. His stomach, his guts in general, they burn. They twist and ache and stab and he can picture them shredding each other apart inside of him, little claws and teeth on his spleen or whatever else is down there, he doesn’t know, he just knows it hurts.

“Gus,” he gasps out. Okay, full word, not slurred, maybe his head will be okay after all. “I-I don’t feel-” He grits his teeth. Good? No, it’s deeper than that. He doesn’t feel… “Right.”

“I know.” Is it that visible? It must be. His neck probably looks like Spam what a feral cat got into, if the way it feels is any reliable indicator. Gus gives Shawn’s arm a squeeze. They’re slowly moving down a hallway now- his grandma disappeared sometime between the top of the stairs and this halfway hallway point. That’s another good sign for the brain damage clearing up, or at least he hopes it is. “It’s just a little farther to the car.”

Something in him twists. It ties itself up in a knot, and then instead of unrevelling itself it cuts, splits apart and the pain is like a shockwave, ripping through his entire body starting in his guts moving out and settling most in his head and his mouth and god he’s parched and hungry and it’s all he can think about as he stumbles and falls out of Gus’s hold and the whole thing leaves his ear ringing and his heartbeat hammering in his…

… Skull…

… That’s not…

His…

Heartbeat…

Gus’s arm is under him again, but everything is a blur. A hazy, quickly-moving blur, because all he can take in is that heartbeat.

It’s racing, pounding, the heartbeat of someone in deep distress, and Shawn doesn’t know why but it’s amazing. It’s his favorite sound in the world, thumping against the inside of his skull and mixing with the shockwaves of pain, rippling out from his head into his body and his limbs and it feels good.

He doesn’t realize they’re at Lassie’s car until Gus is shoving him into the backseat and buckling him in. He would laugh, but it comes out a wheeze. Gus leans over into his space to buckle him in, and Shawn can’t sto staring at his neck. Smooth, soft skin, and his vision highlights the pulse…

“Do you taste as buttery as you look?” He feels consciousness starting to slip again- no, not consciousness. Awareness. They’re different, somehow. 

“What?” Gus is only half listening, and Shawn needs to look away because staring at Gus’s neck is starting to make the pain worse, especially in his mouth…

He doesn’t have as much control over his head as he’d like, and it lolls, and Gus makes a choked gagging noise as the part of Shawn’s neck that hurts the most stretches out. There it is. That’s familiar. That’s good. Now he needs… he needs…

Gus is rooting around in Lassie’s glove compartment and that box-armrest-thing between the two front seats. Shawn can see his head, and his neck again, and he thinks his mouth would be watering if there was any water in his body. No, that’s not right, if he was that dry he’d be dead. Is he dead? If so then Gus is dead, that’s no good. Gus has a lot of life to live, and a way more productive one then Shawn’s will ever be, Shawn’s sure of it.

“I better not be dead so you’re not dead,” he mumbles as Gus comes back to the back door with a packet of wet wipes. “You don’t deserve to be dead.”

“What? Shawn, you’re talking nonsense.” Gus takes a deep breath, gags one more time, then swallows it and tilts Shawn’s head to he can clean Shawn’s neck. Clean it? Right, the wound. Probably blood.

Blood. He groans as his insides go to war, burning and twisting and tearing and dying and- and- and something else-

“Gus.” He paws at Gus’s shirt, pathetic and weak. “Gus, I’m hungry.”

Gus’s eyes widen, and Shawn sees panic- why? Gus swallows and keeps cleaning, but he’s shaking twice as bad now. “I already told you you better not. I will slap you, Shawn. Don’t think I won’t.”

Shawn laughs a little, and this time it actually comes out a laugh.

It hurts.

Gus’s pulse is highlighted again. The racing heartbeat is back in the forefront of Shawn’s mind. His mouth burns.

There’s a hand on his. Not Gus’s. It’s there and it’s not, and he’s felt it a lot of times since he woke up, and he’s still pretty sure it’s a symptom. But Gus is done cleaning, so Shawn turns his head to se ehis grandma, holding his hand.

“Focus on me, Shawn. Focus on me. You’re going to get through this without any of your friends getting hurt, okay?”

“Okay.” But what is this? He still isn’t sure. He still can’t remember. All he knows is he woke up and there was fighting and crying and pain and if his grandma is here he’s probably dead and so Gus is dead, he is, but that’s not fair because Gus shouldn’t ever be dead, Gus should never die and live forever-

“Stop that.” Her voice is sharp and firm- it sounds almost like his dad. It jolts him into a bit more awareness than he’s had since the hallway. “Don’t go down that thoughtpath. No more new vampires tonight.”

That… doesn’t… track. … But neither does his grandma being here. “What do you mean…”

She sighs, and then looks up and nods. “Look, your other friends are here.”

He turns his head to look past Gus, still kneeling by him and looking him over like Shawn might disappear at any moment. He’s not going anywhere though- he can’t even if he wanted to. Lassie and Jules, though, they can move. They run out of the front door of the creepiest, most horror-movie-worthy mansion in all of Santa Barbara covered in blood and dirt and ash, pouring sweat and the blood smells bad. Rotten. It makes Shawn angry, for some reason, until two more rhythms join the one already pounding in his ears. Their heartbeats. He wishes he was more sound of mind so he can pick apart the differences, appreciate the unique beats for his unique friends. They’re entrancing.

Gus slams Shawn’s door shut and runs around to the other side, sliding into the seat next to him. Jules and Lassie jump into their seats, and almost as soon as Lassie’s butt hits the pleather they’re peeling away at high speeds.

Shawn leans his head back, closing his eyes and listening to the three racing beats around him. His grandma’s hand is still over his. He can barely feel it.

“Is he awake?” Jules’s voice cuts through the beats, scratchy and ragged but beautiful, sweet and alluring, but if she wants to she can be overpowering and all-emcompassing and-and she’s like honey and he’s a fly and he’s so hungry.

“Kind of.” Gus’s voice is smooth, buttery as his well-cared-for-skin, rich, Gus is comfort and home and fun like a cup of hot coco and he’s so parched.

“What do you mean ‘kind of’?” Lassie’s voice is smooth too, but in a different way- more like a smooth cup of coffee, or smooth whiskey, something that should be bitter and harsh but when you appreciate it it isn’t, because Lassie is strong and steady and an assault on the senses in the best way and Shawn needs to have a taste of all of them.

“I’m starving.” His voice sounds strange- maybe he’s just not used to hearing himself so openly desperate. He’s used to feeling it, deep inside, but hearing it… based on the silence in the car, no-one else expected to hear it either.

“... How’s his neck, Guster?”

“I cleaned it up, but- oh, my god, I can’t look at it-”

“Do not throw up in this vehicle!”

“Carlton, that’s not the priority right now!”

Shawn laughs. He loves them. He loves them all so much. He wants to listen to them bicker forever. He wants to listen to their voices saying anything forever. He wants them, forever.

“Didn’t your grandmother tell you to stop that kinda thinking?” Rough, raspy, but not the way Gramv’s was- Shawn knows this voice better than any of the other hallucinations.

“Grandpa.”

“That’s right, we’re both here.” His grandpa is holding his other hand- that doesn’t make sense. The car isn’t shaped like that. He cracks his eyes open and sees his grandpa is halfway inside of the front passenger seat, sitting and leaning forward and holding his hand. Now he knows he’s hallucinating.

“He still thinks this isn’t real?”

“Be patient, dear. He’s processing a lot right now. It might not sink in for a while.”

“Right. Shawn, look out the window for me, would’ya?”

If his grandpa is a hallucination, it might be his brain trying to communicate something to itself. Shawn slowly turns his head, thunking it against the window to stare out into the nighttime sights of Santa Barbara. The glass should feel cool against his skin. It almost feels warm.

Gus had been really, really warm, now that Shawn thinks about it. Gus might have a fever. That sucks.

“Remember when you were a kid, and we’d sit on the bench and make up stories about people walking by?”

“Course. My one reprieve from dad.” His voice is still sluggish and quiet, but it’s coming back well.

“Let’s do that now, yeah? Tell me about uh… that guy there. What’s his story, you think?”

“I… I can’t… think right now, Grandpa. I’m hu-”

“I know, I know. We can eat after the game, how about it?”

“You can’t. You’re not real.”

“I’m dead, not imaginary. Indulge an old man, would you? How about… this girl. What’s her story?”

“... I… guess… she could be from anywhere, right? So… so she’s from Spain. She’s a… professional bull wrangler, for when they do the runs.”

“Good, good, I like that! And how about uh…”

“What about that fellow, with the giant hat?”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“He got that as a prize, for… for wrestling something big, like a… polar bear, or a whale.”

Everything begins to fade away as Shawn focuses on playing the game. He mumbles out stories, his grandparents encourage him, the heartbeats and the pain are still there but they blend into the background as his mind whirs and latches onto the task of making up stories. It becomes like a trance, a dream, and Shawn slips into it gratefully.

He’s blissfully unaware as the rest of the car have some difficult conversations.

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G Witch Episode 15 thoughts

This was an intrigue heavy episode focusing on the nature of war profiteering and the Earthian conflict. This was a much needed look at differing perspectives beyond Suletta and Miorine.

We knew from Earth House and Sophie/Norea that the situation on earth is bleak. But this was the first proper glimpse at how much. Constant rationing, unsafe living conditions, lack of medical care; the worst possible situation for these people. And that's not factoring in Spacian warmongering for the sake of profit margins.

And poor Guel is caught in the middle of it all. You have to feel sorry for the guy. Sure, he's a spoiled spacian 'prince' but he also murdered his father and now his family company is about to be bankrupt while he's trapped as collateral. To the earthian's credit, they're trying to keep him alive. Sadly, Guel lacks the will to live after the plant incident.

Nika's situation is also dire. Norea is devastated by Sophie's death and has no patience for Nika being a spacian sympathizer. She wails on Nika and chides her for being selfish. Norea has a bit of a point here, much as I like Nika. Attacking a school full of civilians was shitty, but so is the earthian treatment by spacians.

Meanwhile, Shaddiq has an enlightening conversation with his adoptive father. It's revealed what exactly the corporations are doing to make a profit. To my understanding, they're funding wars by selling weapons to the highest bidder. Perhaps funding both sides of massive conflicts if it's profitable. Partitioning implies they divvy up sections of earth to corporations.

I suspected Shaddiq was some flavor of earthian since we know he's an orphan with a lot to prove. Half-earthian is interesting, since it implies he remembers his parents and sees himself relating more to his earthian heritage. He says he wants to break this system, but is that his true goal? The DoF were retaliated against because of his actions. We'll see.

Sophie's gravemarker being stuffed animals hurts so much. She was a hero to these kids apparently. UGH! Twisting the knife. We also see the DoF prepping for the Benerit retaliation with these small bits of humanity. A soldier embraces his family as worried civilians watch on. The spacians are looking worse by the moment.

I really liked this subplot for Guel. This girl was about to murder him as revenge for her father dying at Plant Quetta, but when she was crushed by rubble he tries to save her. She even asks him why, and the truth is he doesn't know. He just heard her calling for her dad and could relate to her grief.

But for all his urgency, the child dies in his arms. He sounds shaken and visibly changed from the Guel we once knew. Guel has seen the horrors of earthian oppression first-hand. The only positive is this incident rouses him from depression.. I'm so proud of him. Though, it's still a mystery what he intends to do. Protecting the last he has of his father could mean anything.

**Quick addendum, it's so smart to have Guel go through these trials in particular. Not just because of his privilege , but he was the most entrenched in the dueling games and prized his piloting skill. The school intentionally familiarizes its students with weapons of war, reducing their impact when they begin selling or piloting for real. It's a cyclical horror-- children who become coporporate heads have no idea of the damage they're doing by selling these weapons at the earthian's expense.

Brief mention to Olcott. I think you're pretty cool. He's apparently a former Dominicus soldier aquianted with Kenanji. Just like Guel with the girl, he empathized with Guel during his captivity, and it's implied he was the reason why the spacians didn't just do away with him. The man is shown to be traumatized himself by the rampant conflict. I'd love to find out more!

This post-credits scene was a doozy. It's painful this is the bulk of Mio's screentime but at least it was interesting. We learn Notrette was a botanical engineer who veered into human bioengineering at some point. We also learn Prospera wasn't lying and QZ was indeed Notrette's vision. Rajan is cagey on the exact details but apparently Delling wants to complete it for his wife's memory. Sorta noble? The Notrette-Elnora/Prospera connection seems very likely now.

It was lovely of Rajan to say this to her. He wants her to follow her heart and not what would please her parents. Whether Moirine will decide to proceed with Quiet Zero is for another day. i CAN'T BELIEVE IT ENDS HERE ;-;

See you next Suletta Sunday!

**Addendum, again lol But I forgot to comment on Eri here. She does look older. It seems like she lived for a number of years past Folkvangr, but still died during piloting. A handful of years more at most

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Prelims, Vote 5 of 8

The top 4 finales will move on to be included in the main bracket

Propaganda is under the cut, may include spoilers

CSI: NY - 9.17 Today is Life

CSI was always copaganda and admittedly NY got cancelled midseason but jesus fucking christ. Weird semi-bottle episode of cops trapped inside their station because people are protesting the shooting of a Black man as the others desperately scrabble to prove he was armed as if that automatically makes it okay. No closure for any characters other than making previously sympathetic characters look like racist dicks.

Faking it - 3.10 Up in Flames

This series finale was so underwhelming that I didn't even realize it was the finale and not just another episode. Yes, the show was cancelled early but it didn't even read as a season finale...

Imposters - 2.10 See You Soon‚ Macaroon

Ok listen so no I wasn’t expecting much from this show like I knew what I was getting into. But oh my GOD the way you could FEEL how rushed this finale was. Early cancellation‚ I believe there was meant to be one more season. (Also personally did not enjoy it bc I did not find myself compelled by Ezra’s storylines this season but he is the main character so the last scene of the entire show was something I thought was SO stupid). Also broke up the found family. Unsurprising but I’m dying out here and they couldn’t have thrown me one line? The actual structure of the majority of the episode was pretty tight‚ like if it were a normal episode it would be fine. But then they had to go and try to wrap everything up before it was meant to be wrapped up and nothing has ever been less satisfying

Jane the Virgin - 4.17 Chapter Eighty-One

context: back in season 3 the protagonist jane was married to michael. he died in a heartbreaking and brilliantly done episode, and then the series jumped forwards 3 years in time. michael, his relationship with jane and his death was always treated with respect, even as jane slowly began to fall for her old flame and friend rafael. in the season 4 finale, it seemed like rafael was going to propose to jane, which was lovely. but then the very annoying drawn out villain told rafael ""something"" that made him withdraw and lash out at jane for reasons she and the audience didn't understand. they still had sex which was disturbing considering his anger and drunkenness, and then at the end of the episode it was revealed that the information he found out was that michael was alive. he'd been alive this whole time. the last moments of the episode are jane and michael seeing each other again. this made NO SENSE considering he died in a public place from an aortic dissection (a sudden blood pressure spike from a pre-existing injury) and they had a casket at his funeral - but apparently the villain has been keeping him alive all this time!! for some reason!!! this finale not only ruined the main romantic relationship between jane and rafael for pointless drama, it also spat upon the memory and fans of michael, and michael and jane's romantic relationship. not even to mention the ridiculous drama that another fan favourite petra was put through this episode. the entire thing was full of cheap shock value moments and cliffhangers to try and get audiences to watch for the final season.

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! - 2.12 My Graduation Ceremony Happened...

incest

True Blood - 7.10 Thank You

so much wrong (really) with this show (which i love) but that final fucking image just does me in! sookie, our protagonist, who's been battered back and forth between stubborn heroine and hapless waif for 7 seasons seems spends her final (on-screen) moments sitting at her table surrounded by loved ones - which would be heartwarming if tara (abused for 6 seasons and then fridged, thanks alan ball) wasn't missing, a woman wasn't sitting next to the groomer she married (they meet near the beginning of the show when she is 17 and he is almost 30, they start dating immediately), and sookie were sitting at the head of her own fucking table. it's nice that sookie gets what she wants - she's tough but pretty milquetoast (don't get mad at me! i love our twee fairy vixen!), and she really has wanted to just be cozy and settle down this whole time. it makes sense to close on her enjoying a semi-mortal evening with the people she has left. but to leave on her tropily pregnant (even if it's in character - if it were just the pregnancy it wouldn't irk me so) and centre her nameless, faceless husband in the final frames of 7 seasons that have been (for better and way worse) about nothing but sookie? despicable! it's the series finale i've hated the most, but in some ways it's almost perfect because it totally exemplifies the political identity crisis true blood has for 7 years. edge vs. wholesomeness, agency vs. damselhood, change vs. status quo. it's such a disappointing result of the struggle that not only sookie (a character so many fans hate for her simultaneous stubbornness, ditz, and naivete - and who i love btw!) but the writers struggled for (sorry) 7 seasons. it's like witnessing your dear, baby faced, precocious & clever kid relative exit an intense emo phase only to become corporate law student. it's the cold fear that can only be induced by a white teenager with a briefcase. it's the slump end to a potentially fruitful struggle. in this sense it feels inevitable...but does it HAVE to be?...at least bill died.

The Who Was? Show - 1.13 Julius Caesar & Bruce Lee

the show got cancelled before season 2 released EVEN THOUGH it was certainly meant to have a season 2 so i will never see my silly blorbos ever again, nor will we be able to see who ate those grapes. It has been 5 years and I am still not over it :'(

[writing-sideblog-behind-books]

as a child ginro had dreamt of dying. he doesn't remember it anymore only vague, confusing fragments left. there's a horrible burning pain where his left arm should be, cold flooding him, his body growing heavier with every passing moment, and blue eyes shining like jewels as his vision blurs and fades with his conciousness. it's a dream and only that, not a memory or a message from the gods, but it's a pain worse that anything he ever experienced while awake. then, one day as he's running away from kohaku's crazy spar with kirisame but doesn't reach the science team. instead behind him is a commotion and suddenly "my lord!" warm arms envelop him, moving them back a step before he's set down and a man is kneeling before him. he's apologizing for something and not attacking. he's on their side? senku tells him he's just their "resident slezzebag", which hey! that's not true. but then the man looks up and blue eyes shining like jewels meet his. the start of tears moisten ginro's eyes and he has no idea why. no idea who this strange,terrifiyngly strong man before him is or why everything in him yearns to reach out. he doesn't understand the devotion gleaming in this strangers' eyes or why he seems so familiar. "…hi" he tries and it seems to work. the stranger softens at the sound of his words and with that simple shift in posture he doesn't seem as scary anymore. he had beaten back both kohaku and kirisame, some of the strongest people ginro knows, with one handed strikes but kneeling before him he gives the impression of a tamed beast. ginro is terrified. has been since a stranger with partially green hair showed up at the village. has been since that first dream. if this stranger wants to serve and protect the lookalike of his late master who is he to stop him. why shouldn't he encourage it. that whatever it is that has matsukaze so drawn to ginro is apparently mutual doesn't matter. not at all. he simply wants the protection his strength and devotion bring. even after matsukaze has too high expectations in him. even after he puts him in one scary situation after the other. even after ginro sells out his friends and gives himself up as a prisoner to safe matsukaze's life. if it isn't pure selfishness that causes this yearning for matsukaze at his side then it's that it wasn't just a dream, that he actually died. and that is to terrifing to even attempt to comprehend.