#this is literally what happens in this scene

[blackcrystalball]

Honestly I think the worst part of it all is the adults just refusing to do anything about it. It actually sets me ablaze with fury.

I got lucky in that my autism was palatable because I'm pretty and most of my special interests were fashion and makeup related, so people didn't clock me as "too weird," but my best friend wasn't so lucky. Our classmates would do the weird low-key bullying that requires a lot of social skills to understand (they invited us each to a dinner, separately, as a joke?? I, to this day, don't know what the joke could have been. I didn't realise they were trying to bully me so it didn't really work. But she realised, and it really hurt her feelings because she thought they were friends.) And weird shit like that was constant and literally no one did anything.

At the end of grade 12 she wanted to report our Afrikaans teacher to the board because she would literally terrorise the students who wouldn't fight her back. The neurodivergent ones, the ones from different countries that struggled with Afrikaans because they had very little experience with the language, and honestly anyone that struggled in general. I have no idea what her fucking problem was, but she clearly hated children and she seemingly hated my bestie the most. She was literally screaming at her loud enough that classes down the hall could hear her and would complain.

That woman was the actual fucking worst. Screaming seemed to be her only method of conveying upset, she'd always cause such a fucking scene, i assume to embarrass whoever she's shouting at. It was weird and honestly pathetic imo. She's grown, older than our parents and she couldn't express that she was frustrated with how slow people's progress was? Screaming at them, in Afrikaans, a language they barely understand, is the only way she can do it???

And the principal and hod did nothing, honestly the hod was a seperate fucking problem on her own(that bitch has such major beef with me, and then my mom by having beef with me), they only made moves, for like a week after my besties parents came to the school with representation to let them know that if it kept happening, it was going to be a big problem.

Things changed for like a week, then she was back to it, eventually everyone was so fucking over it that they just let it go. My bestie didn't bother with the complaint and just stomached the abuse until we graduated.

Bullying, especially from the adults that are supposed to protect you, will literally grind your down down to powder and you won't have anything left to give. Why try when literally everyone's going to shit on whatever you do.

And that school held so many anti-bullying assemblies because the students were fucking insane. And it was all such weird low-key bullying. They're little bully badges did nothing, most people forgot they even existed by the second day.

Schools are so fucking performative, they love boasting about how accepting and inclusive they are, but once it's actually time to get the fuck up and do their job, they can't be bothered. The teachers, the leadership, even the fucking administration does nothing.

None of them ever fucking do anything and it's so frustrating.

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

[22ayla21]

I feel like want to prank my husband 😎

The wife suddenly kiss the husband and run away, leaving the husband speechless and then he start to chase after us 🤭✨ then after they caught to us he start to kiss the wife.

Meanwhile the kid when they see the parents kissing start to feel disgusting or anything a reaction a kid make when they see their parents kiss each other

Love is War (with kisses)

A little prank by the wife raised the mood of the husband, but the children are not very happy about it.

It all started innocently.

She came up to him as lightly as the wind, wrapped her arms around his neck and left a quick but tangible kiss on his lips. It was unexpected, but pleasant. The warmth of her lips touched him, leaving something more than just a trace - a challenge.

And then she ran away.

For a second, Mydei was stunned, and then it dawned on him. Her light laughter echoed throughout the house, and something inside him switched on - the instinct of a hunter who did not tolerate provocation without an answer.

He rushed after her. She was fast, but he knew her better than anyone. He knew where she would turn, what route she would try to escape. Her steps were light, but he caught every sound, every movement, narrowing the circle.

And, of course, he caught her.

With a loud giggle, she found herself in his arms, but her joy quickly gave way to surprise - he began to shower her with kisses. Her face, forehead, nose, cheekbones, lips - he didn't leave a single place without attention, making her laugh and resist, but he held her tightly.

- Enough, enough, - she finally exhaled, barely managing to catch her breath.

But he wasn't going to stop. At that moment, the children entered the room.

Their synchronous "Eww!" was so loud and expressive that even Mydei stopped for a second.

The eldest son demonstratively rolled his eyes, the youngest pretended that she urgently needed to leave, and the middle one was sincerely indignant at what was happening.

Mydei grinned, but did not let go of his wife, pressing her closer. The children looked at them with an expression of sincere disgust - parents kissing, how awful.

But he didn't care. Today he won this battle.

She approached him quietly, as she always did when he needed her near. She looked into his eyes, full of fatigue and tension. He said nothing, just noticed her movement, when she rose on her toes, and felt her lips touch his. It was a quick and unexpected kiss - light, but full of feeling. She quickly pulled away, a playful sparkle flashed in her eyes. Before he could say anything, she had already turned and ran away.

He stood there, confused, his heart beating in his chest with genuine speed. This kiss was like a challenge, like a game, but he felt something more in it. He lost the moment, did not have time to answer, and his irrepressible desire to catch up with her intensified. He hurried after her, his steps becoming faster and faster, and her laughter in his ears - louder. Every now and then she looked back and quickened her pace, as if mocking his desire to catch up with her. He couldn't stop, he couldn't just let her go without figuring it out.

As soon as he caught her, she smiled again, but her laughter died down when he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her again. But this time it wasn't the same light kiss, it was a yearning for her, as if she was the only one who could make him forget about the world around him. Her lips were so close, and he felt her body softly give in to his hands.

At that moment, the children entered the room. Seeing the scene before them, they literally froze in place, arms crossed and blushing. The seconds dragged on, and it seemed like time slowed down. The children exchanged uncomprehending glances, watching their parents, as if this was something completely alien to their peaceful and organized day.

The youngest son exhaled, "Dad, Mom... again?"

The middle one shrugged, "I knew they would act like this."

And the eldest daughter frowned and quietly said: "I never thought that adults could be so... well, strange."

But for them it was just a strange moment that they could not understand, but at the same time they knew one thing: their parents were happy again.

Phainon sat in his chair, enjoying the silence. It had been a tiring day, and everyone around him seemed lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, without warning, his wife came up to him, kissed him tenderly on the lips, and without saying a word, ran quickly towards the door.

His heart skipped a beat. He didn't have time to understand what had happened when she had already disappeared, leaving him in bewilderment. He looked at her, feeling the warmth of her lips on his for a long time. Thoughts instantly flashed in his head - what was she up to? Why did she leave so quickly?

But that couldn't be enough. He got up from his seat and rushed after her, trying to catch her before she disappeared into the hallway. He knew her character: if he didn't catch up, she would keep her distance even longer. His steps were quick, and his thoughts were tense.

His wife didn't have time to disappear to the other end of the house. He caught her by the shoulder and turned her towards him. She wanted to retreat, but he did not let her go. The look on her face said it all - she was not going to give in, but her eyes, full of joy, betrayed her playful mood. He pulled her to him and kissed her again, this time with such passion that she barely had time to breathe.

But the children standing in the doorway looked at this spectacle in surprise. Their faces turned pale, and they turned away, as if they did not want to witness this scene. Disgust and embarrassment were intertwined in their eyes, because kisses from parents are something completely alien and uncomfortable for them.

Phainon, catching their glances, restrained himself. He understood that they would not appreciate this moment, but in his heart he was happy that he was able to feel close to his wife again, despite the childish awkwardness. His wife finally smiled and gently pushed him, running away again, but with a playful look, because she knew he would always catch up with her.

[zengguos]

in akilah's vision: ben was the bridge — his death caused the scientists to find them.

and civilization was just a cliff away.

so judging by this string of too good to be true coincidences, unknowingly to them, their escape is literally moments away here beyond the point they are on. beyond that person.

there's also a huge location reveal in this scene where callie is searching up the disappearance of the researchers. it tells us that the "canadian rockies" they were going through was actually mount robson (a place that borders bc and alberta). it is the area that has the highest point in the rockies...

from a little research (as I'm not canadian, so please correct me if so!) — mount robson is a brand new popular spot for scientists in the 90s, as it became a new protected place (in the world heritage site) to study the landscape and many endangered species, so there was a lot of science activity around that time (the resources ben found in the cave were from an old research group) and full mapping needed to be done still.

mount robson's terrain also has many lime caves which generate "foul air" — inexperience cavers usually pass out from long exposure to it due to lack of oxygen as they don't understand the signs of deprivation (and toxicity potentially in the caves too...)

but most importantly, mount robson is also next a highway — a highway known as yellowhead.

and akilah sees something like a highway in the distance with all the lights...

(there's also a lake/parkland area named after yellowhead too...fucking hell it's all so connected).

also...

the fact they stayed for a second winter despite them having a map of how to navigate the wilderness too (which tai picks up and doesn't inform van...)

— and jeff revealing the rough distance from the location of the last recorded scientists' camp to the yellowjackets rescue site being 100 miles apart... oh lord.

they truly were closer to home than they thought.

that's what adds onto more of the horror now as the endgame unfolds.

and because we are entering the endgame with the possibility of escape... the threat that has been with us along has finally developed too — the wilderness — lottie matthews. who will actively seek to keep them here one way or another as shown by akilah's other vision.

the second winter didn't need to happen — the losses they went through should not have happened. what was an accidental unfortunate tragedy has transformed into something more darker, a different kind of tragedy now.

this is yet again yellowjackets double reality... what happened in one reality, didn't happen in the other. if certain decisions were not made, how different would everything be...

[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER:

Non omnis moriar, motherfuckers.

TW: Attempted murder, death/forced suicide(?)

Theo left the palace in a hurry today. He felt something bad was going to happen. It had to. It's been calm for way too long for him, even though horrible things were happening left and right. It was a very specific feeling he couldn't understand. But something was going to happen.

And it did. Theo was walking away from the palace, in his usual spot in the forest when all of a sudden he started getting dragged by his wrists, he didn't even get to draw his stygian iron blade otherwise this would've been over before it started.

He found himself being held by a person. Or what seemed to be a person. He didn't actually see what they looked like, all covered up like a coward. Except their mouth. Their mouth was smiling. Without a word, they took a small knife and tried to stab him through the heart, which obviously didn't work and the blade just bounced off of Theo's skin.

That's when they started looking him over, as they probably realized he has the Achilles curse. They quickly saw just how much he was pulling his head away, immediately pulling it to themself and inspecting it.

Eventually they found the bald spot, Theo's Achilles spot. But in the meantime, Theo managed to grab his stygian iron blade from its sheath and put it to the person's neck, one of their hands stopping him at the wrist. Their other hand pushing the knife into Theo's other hand and grabbed his wrist there as well, then started pushing it towards his Achilles spot.

After a while of this weird wrestling with each other, something happened. SNAP. Blades going through bodies. Blades hitting the floor. The masked figure's body was gone, their soul absorbed into Theo's sword. Theo on the other hand... had a scratch on his bald spot. His body stumbled forward, and for a fraction of a second he was conscious- before it all faded to black.

Theo's body fell forward, onto his face. Dead. But... something about this felt strange. Death Mist gathered around the body, almost surrounding it, floating just above it. And this is the scene you find.

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Chat he's not ACTUALLY dead just trust me pls

[rosierin]

smack me like you'd spike a volleyball │ atsumu, osamu, suna

synopsis: title is self explanatory i fear

a/n; guys idk. sometimes an idea pops into my head and i just feel compelled to share it

anyway enjoy this pure brainrot

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :p

(Y/n) hummed, idly scrolling through her phone. “Y’know, I’ve always wondered…”

Atsumu, from across the room, barely looked up from his drink. “That’s dangerous.”

(Y/n) ignored him. “‘Smack my ass like you spike a volleyball’—how hard would that actually be?”

Atsumu choked on his drink. “What!?”

"You heard me," (y/n) said, voice comically serious.

After composing himself a little, Atsumu actually— like actually pondered her words.

"Ya know, I've had a fan tweet that at me before and I don’t think they realise how painful that would be.”

Suna, who had been listening in on the entire conversation, eventually piped up, without so much as a blink. “Isn’t that the point?”

Atsumu pressed on, his tone almost urgent. “No. No, I mean, that shit would really hurt.”

(Y/n) shrugged, then stood up. “Okay, let’s try.”

Atsumu nearly dropped his cup. “You want me to smack yer ass??”

(Y/n) deadpanned. “No, you clown. Slap my hand like you’d spike a volleyball and I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

Atsumu stared at her, then at her outstretched hand, then back at her face. “Are ya sure?”

“Yeah.”

“This is really gonna hurt.”

“Stop stalling and slap me already!”

Atsumu groaned, stretching his wrist like he was warming up for Nationals. “Jesus. Alright, woman. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

That was the moment Osamu walked into the room.

He took one look at the scene—(y/n) standing there, hand out, Atsumu poised to slap her like he was about to serve match point in the Olympics.

Osamu blinked. “What is happening.”

Suna barely contained his smirk. “(Y/n) is asking Atsumu to slap her.”

Osamu’s stare turned exponentially more judgmental. “…What.”

Suna shrugged but didn't question it. “Dunno either.”

Atsumu waved a hand at them, then jerked a thumb at (y/n). “Hey, don’t look at me, she’s the freak here.”

Osamu sighed, rubbing his temples like this wasn’t even in his top ten weirdest experiences with them. Meanwhile, Suna casually pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over the record button.

(Y/n) rolled her shoulders, steeling herself. “Alright. Moment of truth. Hit me.”

Osamu groaned. “Tsumu, don’t actually hit her—”

Too late.

A loud, cracking smack sliced through the air as Atsumu swung his hand full force against (y/n)’s palm. The sheer impact made the sound echo off the walls.

(Y/n) immediately yanked her hand back, shaking it out furiously. “OW—”

Atsumu looked horrified. “I TOLD YOU, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT—”

(Y/n) fanned her stinging palm. “MY HAND BURNS.”

Osamu stared at them in pure disappointment before shaking his head and walking straight out of the room like he was clocking out of their nonsense.

Meanwhile, Suna, still filming, zoomed in dramatically on (y/n)’s face. “Well?”

(Y/n) flexed her fingers, pain still written over her features. “That actually hurt way more than I thought it would.”

Atsumu scoffed. “I am a literal professional athlete, what on earth did you expect?”

Suna panned his camera to Atsumu. “Subtle flex.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, still shaking her hand. “Okay, athlete. Anyway, I can now confirm that your fangirls do NOT want to get spanked like a volleyball.”

Suna stopped recording, nodding sagely. “Amen.”

Osamu’s voice drifted from the hallway. “Y'all need therapy.”

A beat of silence.

Atsumu grinned at (y/n), waggling his eyebrows. “‘Kay, now turn around, babe. S'time to try out the real deal."

Suna immediately hit record again.

(Y/n) screeched and protected her precious backside.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

[vampireimiko]

Mark Grayson x Ty Lee! Reader

warnings, none !

note, i truly need to practicing writing fighting scenes cause i swear this would’ve been longer if i knew how

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Mark had seen you fight before, but nothing could have prepared him for watching you completely shut someone down with just a few precise strikes. One moment, the criminal was swinging at you, the next, they were on the ground, completely limp. He literally stopped mid-air, eyes wide. “Uh… what just happened?” You casually dusted off your hands. “Chi blocking.”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Mark landed beside you, staring at the now-immobile criminal. “So… they’re not dead, right?” You rolled your eyes and laughed. “No, Invincible. Just temporarily paralyzed. They’ll be fine in, like, an hour.. I hope.” You said sheepishly rubbing your neck nervously.

He let out a low whistle, watching as the criminal weakly tried (and failed) to move. “That is both the coolest and scariest thing I’ve ever seen.”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° From that day on, Mark started watching you way more closely in battle. He was fascinated by how agile and aware you were, flipping and dodging with such precision, then striking at just the right moment.

“So… can you teach me?” he asked one day, arms crossed. You raised an eyebrow. “You? Chi blocking?”

“Yeah! Imagine how cool it’d be if I—” He paused. “Wait… would it even work with how strong I am?”

You smirked. “We can test it out if you really wanna know.” Mark immediately backed up. “Actually, y’know what? Maybe I’ll just leave that to you.”

additional note ! yeah so blah blah blah

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[dearwhs]

the ultimate 10 steps to confessing (jaehyun's idea) ★ hts — 한태산

★ genre: 80% crack, 10% fluff wc: 2.4k warnings: nothing, down bad loser taesan... watch out

꒰ ☆ ꒱ notes: TAESAN'S FIRST PASS? WE CHEERED. FINALLY OUT FRM THE DRAFTS + its lacking cute scenes but ure gonna ijbol i hope

★ part 1 here !!! > 10 steps to NOT fall in love (100% works?)

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remember jaehyun's "what about 10 steps of confessing to yn now?"—well, that thought is flying over taesan's head now, messing him up, contemplating. is jaehyun's suggestion really a good idea?

probably not. definitely not. you're just his crush. it's bound to fade, right? well, despite failing all the 10 steps of how to NOT fall in love. why's he still in denial?

okay, maybe ever since that day—acting like your parent or something, being concerned about you—you lived inside his head rent free. he'd replay the moment you two shared that now he's openly smiling in front of jaehyun whenever he thinks about you.

safe to say we lost taesan to you. you had him wrapped around your fingers.

maybe he really needs to do something about this crush thing. his actions? not normal. he's experiencing all the symptoms you'd get when you're crazy in love—and the smartest move he could do to fix whatever this was? ask jaehyun for help. after all, he's in this mess because of their silly bets.

which is as to why taesan is now in jaehyun's habitat, cause he cannot bare to see you right now. he's afraid he's heart would go badum badum again 'til it explodes.

now, taesan's face is buried on the pillow, groaning. and what is jaehyun doing? laughing. mhm, he's laughing over taesan's despair because this is a side he never saw in their years of friendship ever, like EVER. he'll even take a video if he can, but you know what'll happen if he does... maybe that wasn't part of his best ideas yet.

"hey, taesan. i'll help you, dude. i've got an idea. " jaehyun grinned, nudging taesan's shoulder.

taesan just looks up at him thinking, he's up to no good again, isn't he?—either way, he's so lost that he just accepted his faith under jaehyun's hands. here goes nothing.

"the ultimate 10 steps to confessing!" (jaehyun partially plagiarized taesan's first plan), after hearing that? taesan didn't even bother to argue on why they're doing this 10-step thing again, but instead he's just hoping whatever this plan was, it better work.

and again, just like that, "the ultimate 10 steps to confessing" has been reborn. let's just hope it works.

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Jaehyun's Ultimate 10 Steps To Confessing!

STEP 1: admit you like her

– first step, stop being in denial. pretending to be all cool when she passes by doesn't add aura, taesan—the moment you're gone, he'll smile like a freak IN PUBLIC (which is an automatic -800 aura for our fake emo).

– okay, easy! he just gotta admit he likes you. except, he's outside the apartment mumbling to himself as he takes out the trash, "i like–" you got this "i like h–" — "you like?" yup, of course you were there, accidentally creeping up behind him.

– despite being caught off guard, he just plays it off, coughing. "oh, i like pancakes." (in fact, he doesn’t. STEP 1: PASSED! even if he didn't admit it—his actions did, let's cheer!)

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STEP 2: start acting normal

– according to jaehyun, taesan's normal mode is currently turned off. because recently, he had been so conscious of his actions when you're around. it's like he's overlooking things—is he staring for too long? should he look away?– or does that makes him look weird?

– you'd be in a convenience store eating out—his treat. you're rambling to him how you did so well on your quiz, you'll subconsciously high-five him. you don't know the impact that high-five had caused to him, cause the moment your hand touched against his, his hands just freezed in place, literally. once he noticed his hands were paused up in the air, he just awkwardly plays it off as scratching his head, "why is my head suddenly itchy, haha." (STEP 2: failed...?)

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STEP 3: stop overthinking EVERYTHING

– after over-reading his actions detail by detail—he's slowly latching now over yours. even searching on google, "what does it mean for someone to..." yep, he's cooked. (he needs to be stopped..)

– curious what made him head to google?— it was the way you said good morning to him, earlier. somehow, he caught the fact that your voice was two notes lower than usual. did it even make sense for him to notice that? maybe. he is studying music, after all. (STEP 3: failed, once again…)

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STEP 4: planning the actual confession!

– so, at this point, jaehyun thinks taesan had finally calmed down (which i don't think he did) and is finally ready to plan the confession: their og plan.

– though, taesan's a little bit stuck on step 3. he ended up questioning himself—what if i mess up?— like what if you laugh at him? what if he ends up messing up? what if you ignore him forever, or worst.. what if he confesses to the wrong person!? (okay, maybe the last bit is unlikely, but we can see how bad his overthinking can get.)

– jaehyun pats taesan's back, "it'll work as long as you follow my steps, okay man?" he said with determination in his voice.

– oh, jaehyun's the biggest taeyn shipper—now listing all the steps using his pencil with bite marks (we don't talk about that – jaehyun) and a dream.

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STEP 5: figuring out your interests (secretly...!)

– easy! — "what's your favorite..." he said, for the 30th time, practicing his words as if he was reading a script, even putting efforts on his facial expression. (which he had never done—well, not until now)

– upon entering the bus, someone yells your name, and of course, it was taesan—you automatically sit on the chair he saved for you, right beside him.

– you two sat quietly—well, not until he broke the silence (little did you know, he'd been practicing in his head), "sooo, what are you into these days?" wincing at his own voice as soon as the question came out, trying his very best to awkwardly not look away—like he usually does.

– you pour your interests all over taesan—the cafe you've been currently obsessing over, your new favorite drink, your favorite band: guynextdoor, you spilled everything. and taesan? he just nods as if he understood everything your mouth blabbered.

– in reality, he didn't. though, he now has an idea! you like this new cafe, new drink alert for the nth time, and guynextdoor—which he considers that band his enemy for now for owning a place in your heart. (STEP 6: a somewhat success—back to researching he goes.)

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STEP 6: drop little hints

– how is this in any way useful? well, according to jaehyun, if you drop little hints, maybe, just maybe, you'll notice, and then you and taesan get together and live happily ever after. but, i wish it was that easy, jaehyun. i wish. still, taesan does it anyways.

– first thing he does? he tries to compliment you—keyword, tries. "hey. i um, like your handwriting," — "thanks!" it was unusual, but you appreciated whatever that was. him? he's whispering under his breath, did i do okay? was that obvious?

– taesan told jaehyun—it made him slam his own face, because how could you fail COMPLIMENTING??? he told you to try again. (he's locked in)

– at this point, he's showering you compliments everyday, when you see him outside the apartment, when you're on campus, wherever you are, he'll make sure he gets to throw you at least one compliment. he hopes you don't find it too weird, though. (STEP 6: passed...)

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STEP 7: learn from the professionals (aka kdrama)

– jaehyun wrote this idea, cackling to himself, "this is the best step yet," he's totally just not gonna make taesan watch kdrama with him—totally. according to jaehyun, you could never go wrong with kdramas!

– now, jaehyun and taesan are slouching on the couch. taesan's arms crossed, squinting at the television, "so, if i surprise her with flowers, it'll make her like me...?" he muttered in confusion, jaehyun just pretends to nod—he's too busy giggling at the kdrama in front of him.

– then, as they were watching, the male lead spouts their usual cheesy lines, "i've loved you from the moment i saw you,” which made taesan groan, covering his face with a pillow. “no way i’m saying that without cringing.” he'll totally use that scene as a reference. (STEP 7: might work)

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STEP 8: TESTING THE WATERS

– okay, for this, they had to make sure what you think of taesan before going all in. he needs proof that you're comfortable with him or something, so that he won't fall flat on his face scarring the rest of his life with this confession. so, what's their plan? simple. they decided to test the waters with totally not so obvious questions. they'll try their best to fish out your reactions at the mention of someone secretly admiring you—or if your face lights up when taesan is brought up.

– you'll be walking around campus with taesan, and... jaehyun who coincidentally bumped into you two. he casually started the conversation with "so, what do you guys think if, um, someone you know secretly likes you? or uh if they confesses?"—that made taesan's eyes size up because that was NOT in their plan (sadly, he wasn't informed), you gave jaehyun's thinking a thought, "hmm, i guess it depends? if they're sweet and romantic, i'd fall for that."

– jaehyun nods, trying not to hold his grin as he stares at taesan who's quietly biting his lips to stop himself from giggling, mentally taking a note: sweet and romantic, got it. (STEP 8: HAPPY TAESAN AND A SUCCESS)

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STEP 9: going all out >:)

– it's time to prepare taesan's confession. taesan's in jaehyun's little jungle, avoiding you for now to not spoil or slip anything about the confession. in reality, he knows he'll fold if he sees you next door.

– jaehyun's step are pacing back and forth, thinking of the greatest way to confess to you, "what about... you accidentally fall in her arms and confess?" "what? no." "hm, what about you write her name using those drones stuff?" "no? i'm broke." "broke and unromantic? tsk." — taesan just glared at him before stuffing his face on a pillow as jaehyun continues his little brainstorming, not until taesan randomly gets up after getting an idea.

– "wait, she said she wanted something sweet and romantic, right?" taesan suddenly mutters, his eyes lighting up. "and… i kinda know what she’s into, so… maybe we can combine those?" jaehyun just blinks, "i liked my suggestions better, but i guess yours could work. (STEP 9: CHECK!)

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STEP 10: CONFESSION TIME

– they're basically prepared now, flowers? check! chocolates? check! plushies? check! all they've gotta do now is to execute it well—hopefully.

– taesan and you are walking, heading back to the apartment after an exhausting class today. the sky fading from orange to a beautiful purple, casting a soft glow on the environment—it's as if everything came out from a kdrama which is perfect. everything seems to be going to plan.

– the plan was simple: he'll ask to hang out in your place for a bit, then casually pick up your guitar to play a song you've been practicing lately—not knowing he was also getting guitar lesson from the guitar master sungho, then after that, jaehyun will pop up with the gifts. simple and easy, right?

– as you two arrived, he instantly heads for your guitar, "mind if i play something?" you just checked up on him from over the kitchen, "sure, go on." okay, just relax, he can do it. jaehyun's voice enters in his head, "don't mess it up."

– so far it had been going so well, you two were vibing, sitting next to each other, locking eye to eye with the sweetest smiles—it made a somewhat romantic atmosphere. all are going according to the plan, until "TING" his finger caught the wrong string which caught him off guard, making him continuously go off tune—okay, he messed up a little, flustered taesan just slowly puts down the guitar, glaring at his hands for betraying him 'til the guitar slid, clattering on the floor. this is awkward.

– what made it worst? the creaking sound of the front door opening, "CONGRATS TO TAESAN, MY MAN!" it was jaehyun putting on the biggest smile, holding the gifts taesan prepared, even wearing sunglasses indoors... wrong timing, jaehyun, wrong timing...

– the room was insanely silent—you could only hear the flowers and chocolates rustling. you blinked at jaehyun, taesan blinks at jaehyun, and well, jaehyun just blinked, "i saw you through the window proposing..." taesan just slammed his face, "i was apologizing for knocking her guitar down."

– taesan stood up, facing your way, "yn, i like you. i'm sorry this confession thing turned for the worst. it didn't really go my way- but i swear if you give me a chance, i'll properly confess next time-"

– your laugh escaped your mouth, you couldn't barely hold it anymore. "wait, why are you laughing-" you cut him off as you grasp for air— you couldn't stop smiling your cheeks started to hurt, "taesan... you've been too obvious. i've known for a while." which made him look down as he scratch the back of his neck, deeply embarrassed.

– "i like you too, just so you know." he immediately looks up, "really?" that sent him straight to fully crazy in love final level, if you could only hear his heart going crazy to the point that it might actually jump out, and suddenly, ta-da, pretty pink petals started falling down, the same as the one in dramas—except it doesn't make sense at all, well, since you're inside... it was actually just jaehyun sprinkling the petals, "sweet and romantic!"

– taesan couldn't stop himself from laughing at the fact you liked him too despite the ridiculous, awkward, and gone wrong confession. he realized that maybe it wasn't so bad at all, but rather memorable. he ended up leaning closer next to you, holding both of your hands, "i'll make it up, i swear," with the sweetest tone as he squeezes your palms. (STEP 10: it all worked out)

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[lightleckrereins]

Literally half of what the book is saying is that things don't exist in a bubble and change requires time and community. The story doesn't start the day of the 74th reaping and it doesn't end the second Katniss kills Coin. Just like in real life there were people trying to make things better both in public and behind the scenes way before the rebelion gained momentum. That momentum is only possible because the foundations were laid long before the original trilogy. And those foundations include a community that had trusted each other for years. We've known that for over 15 years. Fan service is not developing things we know happened already, thats just called doing a prequel.

why are we saying it is fan service because characters from the same universe had…being in the same universe? Mags and Wires were long known Victors that Haymitch had already said were his friends, and Effie…you guys think she had just magically materialized herself as Twelve Escort? A writer wrote a book explaining the origin of her own characters and now we are upset about it?

[fou4summer]

I'm your one true love

yoo jaeyi × fem!reader

Synopsis: You knew that Jaeyi liked you, and you liked her too, but you always tried to deny it by dating other people. Then one day, after your recent breakup, Jaeyi comforts you and brightens your entire next day, eventually it makes you both confess.

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 1.7k

You were in multiple relationships and they all ended up the same way. With you being cheated on or just both of you just deciding that it wont work out. After every breakup you would go to your bestfriend, Jaeyi, who always comforted you and made you forget about it easily.

She never had anyone even tho the whole school is head over heels for her. She would always say how she already has someone she likes. At first you would always annoy her to tell you who it is, but over time you kinda got it yourself. It was you.

You thought it would eventually stop and that it was just a stupid crush she had on you. Not until you started to feel the mutual feelings about her too. When things would get too risky like you two sitting alone too close to each other, you would always lie that theres a new guy that you like. Everytime her mood would shift, her smile dropping. One time it was a bit more than that...

You were in your room, watching movies and having fun. There was a romantic scene going on in one and she took glances at you. You turned your head towards her and you were inches away from each other.

Her hand was moving slowly on top of yours as she leaned closer. The worst of all you didn't back away. You even put your hand on her shoulder pulling her closer. Until you realized that this could ruin your friendship forever, and you would lose your best friend.

"I'm sorry I really can't do this..." You remove her hand away and stand up from your bed.

"You know I like that guy and-" You try to make up something, but she cuts you off.

"I'm gonna go..." She picks her bag and leaves before you could stop her. You heard in her shaky voice that she was about to cry. You felt so stupid for doing this to her. She was the best choice for you and you knew it.

Come on she rejected half the school and the most popular boys were being pathetic asking her out, but she refused to even look at them. Her eyes were always on you.

-

Now you were with this one guy. I mean he was popular, handsome and not that nice, but not rude. You got a bit of popularity while being with him so that was a plus too. Even tho you deep down knew you would be much more popular and happy if you were with Jaeyi. You just avoided the thoughts.

You were sure you found the perfect guy, until you caught him cheating right in front of you. You were actually a bit broken cause that was your longest relationship. You broke up with him after he tried to tell you how it 'isn't what it looks like'. You heard that sentence so many times you could literally predict when he would say it.

You were still friends with Jaeyi after that night that happened months ago from now. She apologized and it broke you even more.

You were in your room, crying and you felt horrible about doing that, but you still called Jaeyi. It was actually pretty late, around midnight, but she still picked up in an istant.

"Y/N? Is everything alright? Did something happen?" Her voice was raspy and tired making you smile to yourself that she cares about you that much to answer even this late.

"Hey Jaeyi...I'm sorry that im calling this late...It's just that he cheated on me and I broke up with him and I don't know what to do..." You sobbed between words wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"Oh its okay sshhh...Do you want me to come over?" She said her voice calm and non-judgemental. You quickly replied with a quiet 'yes', feeling like a jerk for doing this to her.

"I'll be there in five minutes...Okay?" Her voice made you calm down a little, knowing that she'll be there soon. You ended the call and unlocked the front door. She opened the door coming in quietly so your parents don't wake up.

"Hey..." She peeked through the door of your room making you sit up a bit. When you saw her you started crying again.

"Y/N...It's okay now...I'm here..." She pulls you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you, holding you close. You put your head against her sweatshirt, soaking it with tears. She caressed your back while whispering sweet things to you until your crying stopped.

"How about we lie down hm?" She whispered and you just nodded. She lied down with your head resting on her chest.

"I'm sorry Jaeyi...I'm sorry..." You couldn't explain anything, but she knew what you were apologizing for.

"It's okay Y/N...I forgive you..." She ran her hand through your hair, making you feel sleepy.

"I love you..." You mumbled against her, your hand resting on her shoulder.

"I love you too Y/N...I love you so much..." Her words made you tear up again, but you didn't want to worry her again, so you just kept quiet until you both fell asleep.

-

You woke up to your mom calling you to eat. You groaned before looking at the time. It was 1PM already. You never slept that long. You also noticed that Jaeyi was gone. You ran out of your room, finding your parents at the table, both confused by your action.

"Where is Jaeyi?" They both smile at your face expression before your mom answered.

"She left awhile ago. She doesn't sleep till afternoon like someone here. She left you a note on your desk, you should check it out after having lunch." Your mom says placing food on your plate.

After eating, you hurried to your room to see the note she left you. It was on your desk and it said.

Come to todays school festival with me please. 6PM at the school gate. I'm looking forward to it and I have a suprise:)

Jaeyi

You smile at the note before turning around to find your mom standing there.

"You better not say that 'you are going out with some guy already' Y/N." She crossed her arms waiting for your answer.

"Don't worry, I'm going with Jaeyi this time. And stop reading my stuff!" You yell as you run to the bathroom to get ready.

-

You arrive at the school gate, about to text her, but you felt someone already tap your shoulder. When you turn around, you see Jaeyi in a beautiful pink cardigan that matched the pink tulips in her hand.

"This is my suprise!" She gives you the flowers making you smile and jump into her hug as she wraps her arms around you. She smelled just as gorgeous as she looked.

"Come on lets go!" You take her hand in yours before stepping into the festival.

That day was maybe the best one in your life. You ate popcorn, cotton candy and had cold drinks laughing and teasing each other all day. You went to the ballpit spending hours there like little kids.

-

You were now sitting at the bench that had a really nice view. You both looked at the stars as her hand slowly touched yours. It was obvious, she was nervous not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Not this time. You took her hand intertwining your fingers together and placing them in your lap.

She turned around to find you already looking at her. She was so cute and adorable. You were thinking to yourself 'How did I manage to reject this person so many times when she was the only one making me this happy?' She nervously smiled looking at you. You didn't want her to think that you'll do the same again.

You slowly leaned in, closing the distance between you. You felt her stiffen a bit, but she quickly relaxed kissing you back. You placed your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. One of her hands went down on your waist while the other caressed your face. You both broke the kiss to catch your breaths. You realized that no one kissed you like that before. It was so full of pure love.

"D-do you like the flowers...?" She broke the silence, her voice nervous and shy. You smiled nodding, making her smile too. You sat there looking at the stars and you kissed her a few more times making her smile into each one.

-

"Sooo...How did you like today?" You were walking back from the festival, holding hands.

"It was amazing. Thank you Jaeyi...You really made my day..." That made her chuckle squeezing your hand a little.

"Always." She looked at the beautiful sky above you. You wanted to just tell her that directly, your feelings for her. You stopped walking making her turn around confused and a bit worried.

"Is everything okay?" She asked and you give her a small nod before taking a deep breath. She needed to hear this.

"Jaeyi...I've liked you all this time. I just-I just didn't want to ruin our friendship or whatever...I was stupid and-" You were cut off by her lips against yours. The kiss turned into a bit more as her hands sneaked under your shirt resting on your lower back.

"You don't know how long i've waited for you to say that. You made me wait for so long..." She took your hand placing it on her cheek and you blushed at how she nuzzled her head into your hand.

"I'm sorry Jaeyi, but now I'll make it up to you for all those years rejecting you. I promise." You told her as she pulled you closer.

"Y/N...Will you be my girlfriend?" You smile instantly nodding and kissing her again.

"I knew from the start that I was always your true love..." She says against your lips before leaning in for more, but you stop her.

"Oh wow stop that!" You hit her arm playfully and she laughs.

She walks you to your house. You kiss and giggle a bit more in front before you eventually go home. Unfortunately your mom saw that and teased you for the whole month saying how she knew from the start. You never lost your bestfriend, she just became the best girlfriend that you never want to lose.

[eru-vande]

PLEASE, NO

Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Summary: a type of surprise a true Tumblr person (aka all of us lol) won't be happy about

A/N: this is a crack fic but i'm still in awe we collectively decided that this have never happened

Trigger warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

"Jagia, I have something to show you!"

Jiyong busted into your living room, startling you while you were eating your 2pm breakfast, comfortably spread out on the sofa, the bowl with milk and cornflakes in your hands, nearly spilling everything on yourself when Jiyong jumped in front of you, smile hysterically wide.

"I bought a new car for us, baby!"

The way you literally choked on your cornflakes made Jiyong laugh. You stood up on the wobbly mattress, trying to balance, eyes resembling two black holes glued to Jiyong, who was already holding you to prevent from falling and spilling everything.

"A car???" You knew Jiyong l-o-v-e-s cars, but you thought he will announce it beforehand, so you could brag about it and tease him and just be the passenger princess in waiting. "Where? What car? Is it Porshe? Bugatti?.."

You tried to guess, but at every brand you named Jiyong was shaking his head. Was it a "no" or was it "I won't tell you", you couldn't tell, but your anticipation took over you.

"I wanna see!" you shoved the bowl into Jiyong's hands, jumping off the sofa and running to the wardrobe to change your pajamas to something at least a bit presentable. His laughter resonating through the rooms.

"So, is it... Is it... Is it a sport car? Or a family-like car?" you screamed from the garderobe, straggling with tugging the turtleneck over your head.

"It's better, baby!" Jiyong was being mysterious as always.

"I'm ready!" You sprinted out of the room to Jiyong, childlike smile shining on your face as you tried your best to act normal.

Jiyong smirked, looking you up and down. "All pretty for the good ride?"

You almost squealed yes, but kept it together.

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"Okay, Jagi, wait!" Jiyong's laughter ringed though the underground parking just in time. You stopped, looking back at him as he was running towards you. "Wait, don't spoil the surprise."

He covered your eyes with his hands, placing his chin on your shoulder and guiding you to the right place, one step at a time.

"Just a few more steps, Jagiya."

You fingers were curled around Jiyong's, you felt his chest on your back as he was pushing you forward. You squirmed, laughing, and he felt your cheeks lifting up by your smile.

"Okay, ready?" He whispered, the nod followed immediately after. "Isn't she absolutely amazing?"

He opned your eyes and jumped to the side to be able to see your face.

Your smile dropped as soon as you saw THIS.

You blinked a few times, zoning in on the car, scanning it through and through, zero words leaving your mouth as you parted your lips and closed them again.

Slowly, you looked at Jiyong, then back at the car, and back at Jiyong.

"Please, no." you couldn't even say it, the air escaping your lungs carried the words barely audibly. "Tell me it's a prank, tell me you did not buy... It..."

Your vague gestures at the miserable image of the real car, the ridiculous vehicle, monstrous deathtrap sent cold waves of shivers down Jiyong's neck. "Jagi, you don't like it?"

He pouted. He pouted and he thought it was going to help him drag you into liking the peace of metal wrap, but even from the thought of liking it your face visibly shivered.

"Yeobo, I know you love to turn your every public appearance into a massive scene, but this," you gestured dramatically at the car not daring to look at it. "this is too much!"

The huge ass Tesla Cybertruck was parked in Jiyong's parking, almost two times as huge as his Rolls Royce and billion times more ugly and tasteless.

Jiyong's face went blank. You could spot a little panic, but overall, blank. He thought you would like it, you liked everything high-end and hyped up. Cybertruck was just like that. The only Cybertruck in Seoul. The most hot item worldwide and your man just got it. Impressive, one of a kind, some magic stuff he thought your reaction to that would be.

"But Jagi!.." he trotted to the car, looking ridiculous standing near this huge peace of metal, the tiniest man to ever live on that planet. "Let's have a ride, it's so nice in there!"

He opned the passenger door, shaking his head in the direction of the seat, but you only huffed, crossing your hands on your chest.

"You won't drag my ass into that car!"

"But Jagi, who will be my passenger princess?" he groaned, eyes pleading with you, but his teary veiled calf-like cutie eyes are not strong enough to move you.

"Ask Zoa." You turned around on the tips of your sneakers, making a few steps towards the elevator. "But no, you know what? I won't risk my baby, ask Soohyuk instead, he'll gladly be your passenger princess, you're guys are ride or die."

When you pressed the elevator button, you darted a glare at Jiyong. "Just don't die for real, please."

You left him standing alone in the chilly parking lot, puzzled, absolutely stanned. Jiyong watched as you disappeared in the elevator, not a single word escaping his bewildered mind.

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"Why?"

The door blew open, almost shattering the wall with it's handle.

"Jagi, why?"

Jiyong ran into the living room, where you were sitting with your laptop, searching something on the net. He stood behind the table, panting and squirming, his hands froze in the mid air.

Man truly couldn't figure out what was so incredibly wrong with that car. Uh. You groaned, lifting your gaze from the laptop screen to Jiyong slowly, giving him time to understand how annoyed you were with this stupid car.

"First of all," you looked him dead in the eyes, sending a shiver to run down Jiyong's neck. "we do not support Elon Musk in this house. Second of all," you turned the laptop to Jiyong, gesturing him to take a look. "this car is a fucking deathtrap, Jiyong. Kill it before it kills you, I beg you."

Jiyong devoured the articles you have found, each and every one of them about how someone died inside the car, either from the car blowing up or it's door locking, not letting the driver to get out. His face visibly shivered, his upper lip curling in a mix of disbelief and disgust.

"And this fucker can see whatever the hell people are doing in this car," you reached for his chin over the laptop and lifted it carefully to meet his gaze. "so forget about your late night car blowjobs..."

"I hate this car..." Jiyong whispered airly, looking at you with a weak frown. "I could live with the thought of getting blown up, but the blowjob part took me..."

You rolled your eyes, scoffing.

Lifting your hand to your face, palm open, you started curling fingers. "It's ugly. It's Musk's. It's dangerous. It's not private..." you stopped, eyes wandering over Jiyong as you have been formulating the fifth reason why this car is a peace of trash.

"No blowjobs..." Jiyong sighted, curling your pinky finger, audibly battling the low chuckle.

"Please, get rid of it..." it was your time to plead, your eyes as soft and round as boba balls.

Jiyong sighted, a little raspy aishh rolling off his lips.

"I can't. It's not cool... I'll keep it but I won't drive it, I swear."

"Pinky swear?" you reached for him, straightening your pinky finger.

"Pinky swear." he chuckled, wrapping his own pinky around yours, locking your fingers together. Jiyong tugged on it suddenly, making you lean forward, and kissed you thought smile. "What things you make me do, Jagiya."

I swear to G(o)D idk how we, as a Tumblr netizens, don't talk about the fucking Cybertruck lmao i'm not sure if it's his his, but man had way too much joy driving it

Tags: @ldydeath @loveesiren @gdinthehouseee @infinetlyforgotten @wcnderlnds @sevendaysummer @aizshallnotbefound @petersasteria (please, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list 💖🌼)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Re: Lack of Raverne in Book 7's ending with all the memories of the people.

I noticed TWST does this thing sometimes where they purposefully won't bring up certain people in parts where they really should be brought up and talked about - or even if they are brought up, they're not really explained in depth - because those people will be revealed/introduced in full later. Case in point: Idia's parents. I remember when Book 6 rolled around, iirc Idia's parents were never mentioned in Idia and Ortho's backstory during the OB, and many fans thought they were neglectful because of it. But then Book 7 rolled around, their parents do get introduced and we see they're nothing but loving and supportive of both their sons, and they were among the MVP's of Book 7.

So perhaps the very noticeable lack of Malleus's father is supposed to be an implication that Raverne is alive, and that we will be seeing him, one way or another, eventually?

coughsinCrowleyisRavernetheory

In all seriousness, that being said, I very much agree with what you said. It's one thing for the game to purposefully not show somebody at a certain time - it's another thing for the game to do so in a situation where not showing them is a plot hole of sorts. Why wouldn't Raverne be where his wife was?? Was he just never in Wild Rose Castle?? I don't think someone has to be dead in order for them to appear as a memory??

[You can read my thoughts on the book 7 finale here!]

The Shroud parents may not have been present in Idia's post-OB flashback, but Idia does talk about them in book 6! It was a combination of their lack of presence in his backstory + the disparaging things Idia said about his parents ("they care more about getting results than their own son's feelings," or something to that effect) that led many fans--including myself--to think that maybe the Shroud parents were neglectful. Then the Shroud parents appear in book 7, and we see that even Mr. Shroud (who was previously described as cold and calculating) is loving, and both Shroud parents are accepting of Ortho. It can feel like a retcon to some people, but to others, this is easily explained by citing Idia's usually negative frame of mind and how that biases how he sees and presents others. I find myself split down the middle, personally. In any case, I don't think it's a good writing choice to just... not bring up people who really SHOULD be brought up. Should you not at least properly foreshadow now or at least remind us of that thread??? It doesn't read as clever to just not address it or even mention it at all, it comes off as shoving plot holes or other important details into the corner and ignoring it in favor of focusing on something else. This happened with the Shroud parents, and it happened with the end of book 7.

adlhbabyoryqe8foia IS THE CROWLEY = RAVERNE THEORY STILL... AROUND... I thought it would have calmed down a little by now, but it seems to still be going as strong as ever. (If this ends up being Real, then I'm of the opinion that Crowley could have had a brief aside or some ominous/telling line foreshadowing this at the end of book 7. Currently, we don't have anything like that.)

I've been thinking about it and thinking about it, and I STILL don't understand how that ending scene logistically worked out. Barring my confusion with how Lilia's UM worked (how are both humans and fae that resided in the castle at different points in time are having peaceful memories there??), why did Maleanor, the Dawn Knight, and Leah appear but not Raverne???? Nameless NPC soldiers showed up too, but not Raverne???? Doesn’t that imply that there is not a single memory associated with Raverne in Castle Wildrose that Lilia can summon OTL B-But surely he was there at least once, seeing as he's a diplomat? Literally described as “her highness Maleanor’s eyes, hands, and feet"???? And that's his WIFE???? Please make this make sense, because it doesn't no matter how much I try to wrap my mind around it 😭

[nonbinarynerdbot]

Okay, but I just read the novel (written by the same guy that wrote the movie) and when he’s in the Pit of Despair (called the Zoo of Death in the book), he’s being routinely tortured, every day after he’s healed from his wounds. The torture is insanely vicious because Rugen is a sociopathic bastard, and the literal only thing that keeps him sane is focusing on Buttercup and how much he loves her.

Rugen notices this — the dissociation that Westley is using to survive the torture — and the Machine is a hundred times more cruel and involved in the book. It makes it impossible for him to remove himself from the moment, impossible to focus on his true love, and it leads to the only moment in the book (and in his life, according to Buttercup) that he cries. He is broken by finally being unable to remember Buttercup and her beauty, her love.

The exact backstory of what happens to him on the ship is still delivered in a lighthearted matter, but the details of the training he puts himself through for years on the farm, and then years on his journey are much more detailed, and it’s clear that his devotion to Buttercup runs so deep that it saves him, and also kills him.

Buttercup’s life is also much more detailed, and the movie really glazes over just how screwed up Humperdinck and Buttercup’s relationship is. She’s forced into an engagement that she gets no choice in, forced to go through years of training that she doesn’t want to go through, while still holding onto her independence as much as possible. Humperdinck doesn’t care for her, he uses her as a pawn throughout the entire book/film.

Buttercup is described as being the most beautiful woman in the world, and Humperdinck uses her as a pawn. He’s actually HAPPY that she survives the kidnapping because it makes it so much more impactful when he sees just how much his subjects care for Buttercup and her kindness. She’s a Princess by training and technicality, but she insists on walking with the people of Florin because she knows exactly what they go through, and she sees no reason to stay separate on the castle balcony. Her death — if it had happened the way it was planned to — would have lead not only to Humperdinck pressing for war, but the people of Florin as well.

Westley is valid in his anger, his feelings of betrayal, and his belief that Buttercup had not only moved on from his death, but went on to get engaged to someone who was richer than he could have been had his plans worked out. His reactions to Buttercup (especially in the book) are over the top. He’s angry, he’s spent the last five years being a pirate, violence becoming the default reaction. He shouldn’t have taken it out on Buttercup the way he did, and he should have communicated before she tried to (rightfully) kill him by pushing him into the ravine.

However. Buttercup makes it VERY clear in their conversation that she isn’t happy about the marriage, that she doesn’t love him, that they agreed that there is no love in their marriage, it’s a marriage of convenience. She snaps at him, yells at him, gets upset and violent herself in anger at his dismissal of her feelings. *That* is the reason he cries out to her, the reason he reveals who he is to her. The feelings of anger and betrayal dissipate almost immediately at her display of dedication, of her own defense of her love for (what she thinks is) a dead man.

Should they have *EXTENSIVE* conversations about what happened? Oh hell yeah. Absolutely. The feelings they both had should be discussed and laid out, understanding each other’s lives for the five years they were separated. We don’t get that scene, but their love for each other implies (at least to me) that their actions can/will be talked through. That after Westley gets Inigo established as Dread Pirate Roberts and the two find a place to settle, they will live their happily ever after with a deeper understanding of each other and the sacrifices they’re willing to make for each other in the face of death, of adversity.

In "The Princess Bride", Westley is (forgive this phrasing, I mean it relatively fondly) "a petty bitch of a man", but I can kind of see where he's coming from giving Buttercup a hard time at the beginning. It's a very human thing to have a temper.

He went off to seek his fortune and was attacked by pirates, which I assume was a bloody and unpleasant experience. He had to beg for his life and spent a long time as their captive, threatened with death every single day, even if it later turned into a less serious morbid joke. Life on the crew of the most famous pirate in the world was presumably pretty harsh at times and he worked his ass off training himself up to be worth feeding and keeping alive, then to be able to hold his own in this new life. Piracy is hardly a very safe profession.

For all we know, Westley did attempt to send letters home, but he probably had to work hard to scrounge up the money for it and find someone semi-legitimate willing to carry it, and this is hardly an era of reliable mail. He probably had to just hope that Buttercup 1) wouldn't hear the news of his first ship's destruction and/or 2) would trust in his love for her enough to know that he was alive and fighting to come back.

When Westley finally becomes the Dread Pirate Roberts, he's still stuck with the former Dread Pirate Roberts for a little while, and then he has a pirate crew who have expectations of him. He cannot sail the damn ship himself. It probably took a lot of work, threats and persuasion and the slow building of trust, in order to get a ship full of men to eventually take him back to Florin. Like, would he even have told them about Buttercup? (It would be funny if there's a crew of pirates out there cheering Westley on in True Love.) Would he have had to promise them some reward?

He also went out in the world to make his fortune and he already knows that he's dreadfully late, so maybe his position is, "Okay, I will build up trust with my crew by building up our fortunes, WHILE slowly but surely moving back across the world in the direction of Florin so that I can see the love of my life again. This hellish experience traveling all over the damn world will all have been worth it for her."

It's possible that Westley was mostly having silly pirate adventures worthy of a comedic operetta, but based on the tragedies of Inigo and Fezzik's own backstories, this world is not actually that nice. Westley is being flippant and lighthearted when he later summarizes things for Buttercup, but he does seem to be one to make light of / ignore his personal suffering. I do think that he did probably make some friendships through this hardship and had some good experiences along the way, especially near the end, but I also think that the beginning of his journey must have been really shit.

So, Westley fights hard to get back home, then lands somewhere in Florin and is on his way back to the farm, but then finds out from some random villagers (or Buttercup's parents) that his shitty former prince is marrying an incomparably beautiful milkmaid named Buttercup. Like...? The love of his life didn't wait for him (she thought he was dead and is also being forced into this, so that Humperdink can murder her to start a war, Buttercup did nothing wrong) and traded up for some SHITHEAD PRINCE??? That has to HURT. (And Westley does not like admitting to feeling pain!)

Even if he loves mischief and drama, Westley is being an unnecessarily huge jerk when he kidnaps Buttercup away from her kidnapping, but also yeah, I see how his temper might be running hot. He's struggling with the fact that his True Love might have moved on after he's probably been using her memory as a thin rope of sanity for years.

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NBC’s Hannibal and fantastical realism: feats beyond the pale of human limitation

Nobody can deny that NBC’s Hannibal is especially unique and exemplary in its use of surrealism and elements of fantasy in a universe otherwise set in a version of our modern real world. These elements of mysticism and their loose yet easily understandable explanations provide both aesthetic and plot-driven benefits— this fictional universe isn’t as bound by physics and logic as ours, and that’s that, there’s no need to ask how a man grafted onto a tree as a public display was only found when dawn broke or how two violent and conflicted lovers have been confirmed to have survived a fall into the freezing ocean, bleeding from wounds we’d call mortal. NBC’s Hannibal elevates and abstracts Arthur C. Clarke’s statement that “magic is just science we don’t understand yet” on a revolutionary level, and the way that applies to certain characters is no different.

From what we see over the course of the show, some of the most fascinating and most obvious elements of this are the fantastical abilities and skills that various characters display. Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, and Elliot Buddish (aka The Angel Maker) are the best examples of this. We can assume that rare abilities fall somewhere along a sliding scale that runs from favoring heightened physical skill to mental skill, and it’s possible that the strain these gifts put on the people who possess them can morph them into curses— from Will’s bout of encephalitis to Hannibal’s psychopathic urges to Elliot’s brain cancer, it seems that toeing the line of human limitation doesn’t come without its biological costs.

Will Graham is introduced to us as a troubled star profiler with an “empathy disorder”, a “pure empath”, as Hannibal phrases it. But this isn’t empathy in a real world sense, Will doesn’t just consider how others feel about things, in fact, he can be incredibly cruel and selfish. Will’s empathy is an ability rather than a trait— he can literally take on the perspectives and emotions of those he “empathizes” with as a form of telepathic psychometry. His empathy also allows him to envision whatever he wants, closing his eyes or willfully dissociating and entering a world of his own creation. He can will himself into hallucinations while still entirely lucid. This is something that’s psychologically and scientifically impossible. People’s brains just don’t work like that. It’s fantasy, straight up, and the psychologists of the show’s universe are seemingly unruffled by it other than in terms of its understudied rarity.

I’d wager that Elliot Buddish sits at the mid-point of that sliding scale of rare, heightened physical and mental abilities compared to Will’s more mentalistic leanings and Hannibal’s more physical and sensory-based ones. Elliot killed and displayed his victims as “angels”, believing that he could sense who was a sinner. But a state of psychosis can’t explain how every victim of his happened to be a killer, violent criminal or sexual predator. The BAU team had to run his victims through their database to reach the same conclusion, and Elliot distinguished sinners from average people through seeing their heads wreathed in flames, a visualization reminiscent of the “light bar” Will uses to visualize a crime scene from the start. The reason I think he falls in the middle of the abilities spectrum is because his suicide— suspending himself from a barn’s beams, cutting and tying wings from his own skin before bleeding to death— and the impossible pain tolerance and strength it required matches Hannibal’s more physically centered abilities too.

Hannibal Lecter is practically a monument to carnality in all its flavors and forms, from his incredibly violent past to his love for manipulating minds and bodies with equal dedication and his preference for human flesh. It makes sense, then, that his elevated abilities should lie within the realm of the physical instead— or perhaps his inclinations are partially a result of the nature of the skills he was born with. Hannibal’s senses are elevated beyond that of any human and even those of some other animal species— his sense of smell is so precise that he can detect particle traces of corn husk on the body of a killer’s victim who was covered in resin, blood and dirt and jumped into a river before being found bloated downstream in the midst of the bleach-laden BAU lab. He can pick up on hormonal fluctuations as well in a related way and can recognize certain mixes of hormones, which is just impossible in real life. He says that he could smell the stomach cancer on a teacher of his and recognizes that Bella Crawford has cancer too, and he picks up on the changes in bodily chemicals that herald Will’s encephalitis and the fear of his victims. The senses of smell and taste are somewhat intertwined, and he can “taste the fear” in Randall’s flesh as a result. His exploits stalking around houses, roads and neurology offices in the pitch-dark seem to imply better night vision, and his pain tolerance is simply inhuman, silent and stoic as he’s branded by Cordell and fully mobile even after being shot in the side by Dolarhyde.

These slightly supernatural reality-but-to-the-left elements in the world of the show have always intrigued me, honestly, and they really put the cherry on top of an already wonderful series. To me, they seem to pay homage to the occasional flashes of surrealism and thrilling unreality that run through Thomas Harris’s original novels, matching the crisp, straightforward prose in the show’s visual medium in a way that’s delightful to watch. I’ve never watched any other piece of media that twists and stretches the world of its story as captivatingly as this, and I don’t think I ever will.

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The Rookie Prank War!

Tim Bradford x Rookie!reader [PLATONIC] — Ongoing series: Like Father, like Rookie.

A/N: Okay, so, I may have had a mini writer’s block—but! Hopefully this lengthy oneshot makes up for it. 😭

Summary: You start a (mostly) harmless prank war with one of the other rookies. Tim doesn’t care—until you drag him into it. Now he’s torn between helping you win and making sure you don’t get fired.

Pranks weren’t technically against department policy.. but that didn’t mean Tim Bradford approved of them.

Tim Bradford didn’t play games.

He didn’t do pranks. He didn’t do childish antics.

He especially didn’t do rookie nonsense.

For the first two weeks of your ongoing prank war with Aaron, Tim had stayed blissfully uninvolved. Sure, he rolled his eyes when he caught wind of your antics, and yeah, he warned you at least three times that you were playing a “dangerous game.”

But he had other things to worry about, like actual police work and making sure you didn’t get yourself killed.

So long as you weren’t embarrassing him, he didn’t care.

Yet here he was.

Stuck in the middle of a full-blown prank war between his own rookie and Aaron Thorsen.

And it was entirely your fault.

It all started when you strolled into roll call one morning looking suspiciously innocent.

Tim, unfortunately, knew you well enough by now to recognize that nothing good ever came from that expression.

He barely glanced up from his clipboard before sighing.

“Kid.”

You blinked at him, wide-eyed, the very picture of fake innocence. “Yes, sir?”

Tim’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”

“Why do you always assume I did something?”

Across the room, Lucy snorted, barely looking up from her coffee. “Because you always do something.”

Before you could fire back, the doors burst open like a dramatic courtroom scene.

Aaron stormed in, and for a second, you thought he might actually combust from sheer rage. His usually pristine uniform was slightly disheveled, his patrol belt slightly askew, as if he had been fighting for his life.

He pointed an accusing finger at the room.

“Okay, which one of you messed with my shop?!”

You barely bit back a grin. “What happened, Thorsen?”

Aaron glared, breathing deeply like a man trying to suppress a violent outburst.

“…Every time I hit the brakes,” he gritted out, “my car starts blasting ‘Barbie Girl.’”

Silence.

For a full three seconds, the briefing room held its breath.

Then—

Chaos.

Angela doubled over, wheezing, gripping the table for support. Meanwhile, Nyla had to physically turn away to wipe the tears forming in her eyes.

Lucy? Clapped.

She actually clapped.

Tim sighed loudly, rubbing his temples like he was regretting every decision that led him to this moment.

Aaron threw his hands up. “Do you think this is funny?!”

Angela barely choked out, “I—I just—” She gasped for air between cackles. “It fits your whole vibe, man.”

“My vibe?!”

Nyla, still wiping away laughter tears, nodded seriously. “Yeah. Rich kid turned cop? Total Ken energy.”

Lucy lost it at that. “Oh my god, Thorsen’s a Ken!”

The laughter doubled.

Even Grey—Grey, the literal sergeant who had the patience of a saint (and zero tolerance for rookie nonsense), tilted his head like he was mildly impressed before exhaling sharply, looking away like he was suppressing a smirk.

Aaron, however, looked seconds away from committing a felony.

Tim, watching all of this unfold, finally turned to you, exasperated.

“You’re lucky Grey isn’t in the mood to suspend anyone today,” he muttered.

You beamed, utterly unbothered. “That means I win this round, right?”

Aaron’s glare deepened.

“Oh, you’re so going down.”

And just like that—

The war escalated.

Tim just sighed deeply, wondering what debt he had left to pay that had led to him being responsible for you.

By the next day, you knew you were in trouble.

Aaron had resources.

Specifically? Money.

Which meant he had somehow managed to hire a professional prankster to help him.

You came back from patrol to find everything in your locker had been individually gift-wrapped.

Every. Single. Item.

Socks? Wrapped. Notebooks? Wrapped. Your taser? Wrapped, complete with a bow.

The squad was losing their minds.

Tim, walking past, barely spared it a glance. “That’s what you get, kid.”

You turned to him, desperate, your hands clasped together as if you were praying for a miracle, “Sir, I need your help.” you whined.

Tim scoffed, turning on his heel to face you with a stern look, one that screamed ‘I don’t have time to play around.’ “Absolutely not.”

“Please?”

“No.”

You leaned in. “Come on. You hate losing.” You argued.

“I’m not in the game.”

You cheekily smirked as if you were in on a joke that he had no knowledge of, “Not yet.” You cooed with a knowing look.

Tim eyed you warily, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You just grinned, giving him a firm pat on the back, “You’re already on my team, sir.” You exclaimed, already daydreaming of all the possibilities of how this prank war was going to end.

Tim frowned. Hard. “Kid, no, I’m not—”

“You gave me a direct order to win.” You said, raising a brow.

Tim blinked, staring. “I did not—”

“Ohhh, but you did.” You tapped your chin, feigning deep thought. “Just this morning, you said—what was it? Oh! ‘Don’t let him get away with that, kid.’”

Tim groaned, already regretting every decision that led to him being stuck with you. “That wasn’t—”

“Sounds like encouragement to me,” Lucy cut in as she walked by, smirking.

Angela who’d been watching this whole ordeal unfold with arms crossed, grinned like this was the most entertaining shit she’s seen all day, “Oh yeah. That’s definitely involvement.”

Wesley, who wasn’t even part of the department but just happened to be visiting Angela, sipped his coffee and muttered, “That would hold up in court.” Adding his very valuable two cents in.

The whole squad was watching now, entertained as hell.

Nyla leaned back in her chair, nodding like she was considering the argument, “You do hate losing, Tim.” Gaining a nod of agreement from Nolan who’d just come back from returning war bags.

Tim turned to her. “Not the point.”

“Sounds exactly like the point,” Nyla countered.

Tim exhaled sharply, looking toward Grey who was strolling past like maybe—just maybe—he’d be saved.

Grey just raised an eyebrow, not even bothering to stop walking, or taking the risk of hearing things he didn’t wanna hear, “I don’t care what you do as long as it doesn’t make my life harder.” He casually said, already disappearing into his office.

Tim groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “Fine.” He pointed directly at you. “But if I help you, it’s only to make sure you don’t get fired.”

You beamed. “That’s a win in my book.”

Tim muttered something under his breath—probably regrets and prayers—but you didn’t care.

Because Tim Bradford was now on your side.

And that meant?

Aaron didn’t stand a chance.

The next morning, Aaron strolled into the locker room, yawning as he reached for his locker.

He unlatched it—

And immediately stumbled back as a dozen overstuffed balloons burst out, each one exploding mid-air and showering him in a relentless, ungodly amount of glitter.

It got everywhere.

His uniform. His hair. His soul.

Aaron froze, hands outstretched in horror as the last bits of glitter floated gently onto his already-ruined uniform.

The room?

Absolutely lost it.

Angela gasped, eyes wide. “No. Freaking. Way.”

Nyla leaned against the lockers, impressed. “Okay, I gotta ask—how did you even set that up?”

You shrugged, innocence personified. “Trade secret.”

Lucy wiped away actual tears. “It’s so evil.”

Wesley, who somehow kept getting roped into this nonsense, just sipped his coffee and muttered, “That’s a felony in some states.”

Tim, standing beside you, pinched the bridge of his nose like a man deeply regretting his life choices.

“Don’t get cocky, kid,” he muttered.

Aaron, still frozen, wiped a slow, agonized hand down his glitter-covered sleeve.

Then, very carefully, very deliberately, he turned his deadliest glare on you.

“You,” he said, voice deadly calm, “are so. Dead.”

You?

You just smiled.

Because this?

This was only the beginning.

From that point on, it was war.

Aaron, never one to back down from a challenge, retaliated by slipping red food coloring into your hand sanitiser.

You stared at your hands in horror—bright pink, you raised your hands in the air like you’d been caught in a crime scene. “What the fuck?!”

Aaron, smug as ever, gave a short laugh. “I thought it would be a nice touch.”

Tim, ever the reluctant mentor, simply sighed deeply from his desk. “Here,” he muttered, tossing a pack of tactical gloves your way. “Wear these until it fades.”

You, still sulking about getting caught up in Aaron’s prank, slipped the gloves on. “You’re the best, sir.”

Tim leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples like he was at peak regret already. “I regret everything,” he mumbled, half to himself.

But you weren’t done yet. Oh no, this was only getting started.

The next move? You reprogrammed Aaron’s entire shop GPS to only speak in Tim’s voice.

You watched with barely-contained glee as Aaron got into his shop, fully unaware of what awaited him.

It didn’t take long for the magic to happen.

A few miles into his patrol, Aaron pressed the GPS button.

The voice crackled to life, Tim’s voice, smooth as ever.

“In 500 feet, make a U-turn, rookie. And try not to embarrass yourself.”

The entire squad, who had been waiting outside, erupted.

Angela gasped, barely holding her coffee. “Oh my god,” she half-laughed, half-choked on her drink.

Nyla actually slapped her knee. “You are a genius.”

Grey, who normally maintained a wall of composure, actually snickered and cleared his throat, turning to Tim. “You sure you didn’t record those lines yourself?”

Tim was staring at you, eyes wide with a mix of confusion and something that could’ve been admiration.

“Kid.”

You beamed, leaning against the counter casually. “Yes, sir?”

Tim’s brow furrowed as he gestured vaguely toward the car. “Where the hell did you get a recording of my voice?”

You just grinned and leaned back, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “That’s a trade secret too.”

Aaron, furious, slammed the car door, his face flushed red, glaring at you through the windows. But you didn’t even flinch.

Because you knew…

You’d won again.

By the end of the week, Aaron was running out of ideas.

But you?

You were winning.

Each day, you upped the ante, pushing the limits of what could be considered acceptable behavior in the workplace.

You’d switched his shop keys for ones that didn’t fit. You’d swapped out his patrol jacket for one covered in pink rhinestones. You’d even clipped a “kick me” sign to his back when he wasn’t looking.

Aaron’s frustration was at an all-time high, but you were still going strong.

Unfortunately, Tim?

He was growing more and more exasperated.

“If you get fired,” he muttered as you and Aaron stared each other down across the room, “I’m not writing your recommendation letter.”

You grinned, unphased. “I would never get fired, sir.”

Tim glared. “You put silly string in Aaron’s patrol air vents.”

You paused, looking innocently at him. “…Okay, fair, but—”

Tim’s eyes narrowed. “I helped you. I am complicit.”

You grinned wider. “That means you’re an accessory.”

Tim groaned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I hate you.”

Angela, who had been watching this whole thing unfold with an amused smirk, chimed in. “No, you don’t.”

Tim turned to her, exasperated beyond belief. “They’re worse than Lucy.”

Lucy, who had been silently enjoying the drama from her corner, gasped in mock outrage. “Hey!”

Tim pointed directly at you, almost accusingly. “This is your fault. You encouraged them.”

Lucy just grinned that mischievous grin she always wore when chaos was afoot. “I am so proud.”

You raised an eyebrow. “See? Lucy gets it.”

Tim rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead as though he were moments away from walking out the door and never looking back.

“I really regret this,” Tim muttered under his breath.

But no one was listening—because you were too busy preparing your next move.

The prank war had reached its peak.

Aaron was tired. You were unstoppable.

But it wasn’t until Grey finally had enough that everything came to a grinding halt.

“If I see one more prank,” Grey called out from his office, voice like a thunderclap that cut through the chatter, “you’re all pulling double shifts.”

The squad froze.

It was as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over everyone. No one dared to speak. You glanced at Aaron, who shot you a murderous look, but both of you knew—this was it.

The war was over.

You stood up, offering your hand to Aaron with all the grace of a seasoned negotiator.

“Truce?”

Aaron sighed, rubbing his temples as though trying to physically push the frustration out of his head. But then, after a beat, he reluctantly extended his hand.

“Truce.”

And just like that, the tension dissolved.

But not without Tim watching from the sidelines, his expression ageing five years in a matter of seconds. You could practically hear him thinking, What did I get myself into?

The squad, still thoroughly entertained by the spectacle of the entire week, immediately pulled out their phones and gathered together in front of Aaron’s locker, now completely covered in glitter, to take a group picture.

Angela, still laughing, wrapped her arm around your shoulders. “This is definitely going on the wall in the break room.”

Nyla, wiping tears from her eyes, nodded. “I’ll print out a copy, frame it, and put it next to Grey’s desk. For posterity.”

Grey, who had been leaning against the doorframe, gave a low grunt of disapproval but didn’t stop them. “You’re all ridiculous.”

But even he couldn’t help but smirk.

And Tim?

Tim stood a little farther away, arms crossed and looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was trying to hide the fact that, despite everything—the pranks, the chaos, the countless headaches—he was proud.

He refused to admit it, of course. Not in front of anyone.

But watching you outsmart Aaron every step of the way? Watching you win in ways he never thought possible?

Yeah.

He was definitely proud.

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[ganxiously]

Okay a lot of you keep worrying about the future and that is just unvibing my vibe over here. So we are just going to go over a few things right now so that the collective panic doesn't boil over sometime soon -

Tommy gets reintroduced in 8.11 and not directly during the two-parter - As I have said earlier in this post, for the reconciliation to seem believable, they need to show us the story on both sides. Buck's view is okay if he's moving on but if they're getting back together, they need to show us what Tommy is feeling. And they need to show us both of them want to get back together. Which is exactly what the show has done.

Tommy having screentime in an episode other than the two-parter - Don't know about you but if Tommy was going to leave, they just wouldn't have bothered with this hook-up plot. Even if you argue that it might have been a treat to appease the fans, the backlash would now be even greater than what happened after 8.06. ABC would be very rightfully accused of deliberately messing with the fans. So if he was going to leave, his appearance would have been akin to Abby's - a brief sighting during the emergency and then a final scene of resolution.

The context of the fight - I know a lot of you don't like what they have done but this is literally killing two birds with one stone. Now this isn't Breaking Bad or something of that level so you can't expect too much from them but you have to understand that the only reason they would ever try to 'close the door' on Buddie would be if Buck's endgame was in sight and they don't want anything from the fandom threatening it. If Buck was still going to be on the hamster wheel, they would have had Buck be vague and hesitant so as to keep the ship around as a future possibility. Which they could then use to bait the fans in order to drive up engagement for upcoming seasons. (if you think buddie has a chance, take a look at this post of mine)

They are adding more and more meat to Tommy's character - I had said a long time ago that season 8 was going to turn Tommy into everyone's little meow meow. It didn't pan out in 8a but here we are finally in 8b. Tommy before yesterday was this cool, sarcastic guy who was maybe a bit jealous of the 118 and he clearly cared about Buck but not enough to risk his heart. One could also say he was a bit biphobic. Today Tommy is a lonely 40-year old gay guy who was at a bar alone so he probably doesn't have any friends. What friends he made in 118, dropped him after the break up. He is deeply insecure and has probably zero self-worth so much so that he spent six months expecting that his bf would leave him any day for his best friend. And he loves Buck so fucking much that he was ready to try again and take what he could until someone better or Eddie arrived. After all that I dare you to tell me this episode was not specifically intended for us to become ride or die for Tommy. The audience is no longer hoping for Buck's happiness but also Tommy's and that would be a dumb thing to encourage after all the complaints filed against the show with ABC.

Eddie is coming back and will need his house - So far there is no reason to believe Eddie is going to leave permanently so assuming he's coming back with Christopher, he will want his house back. It would look pretty idiotic to have Buck stay in that house and give Eddie a new one. More idiotic would be to have Buck move into a new bachelor pad because then what was the fucking point when you already had a set built of his previous apartment. Add in even more idiocy and you would expect them to be roommates but the house doesn't have anymore spare rooms so is Buck going to stay on the couch and sell off all his stuff? The only narratively logical choice is either Buck moves back to his own loft which would be so weird like was it just sitting empty and then where is the life altering change that was supposed to happen or solving every problem out there, he moves in with Tommy.

The narrative in the show itself - I am begging you to forget for a minute that buddie as a ship, the buddie fandom and the journalists exist and that you are being 24/7 bombarded by their opinions. You need to forget all of that and judge the story for itself and you'll see that things aren't as hopeless as you are expecting it to be.

Ps: There are also people who think that the buddie thing will cast a permanent shadow on BuckTommy and for them, I'd like to again point out that had this been a real issue, Eddie would have been here. The fact that they're doing this when he's not is because this is a Tommy issue. Tell me you have never been insecure about something that you don't fully believe in and merely clung onto as a scapegoat. The person Tommy is insecure about is himself but the fact that he is not enough just because he is himself is too painful so what is the next best thing? Making himself believe that of course he is could never be enough, not when Eddie is there, who has history with Buck and can offer him a readymade family. Trust me when I say if Eddie had not been in the equation, there would have been some unknown person to bear that brunt.

So yeah while there is like a 10% chance that Tim will do something crazy, logically there is only one direction everything seems to be pointing to. Hope this helps and thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

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ON THE TOPIC OF CORVUS CORAX AND KONRAD CURZE what they have going on is really quite funny and honestly could be fixed with a bit of hatefucking

In Corax’s primarch novel it was mentioned he would often compare himself with Curze, and is basically very determined to prove he is the superior emo boy. It’s gonna be a targeted and dedicate homoerotic rivalry if you think about him that often.

There’s also that completely silent gun Corax made for him as a gift but for whatever reason was never given out, and is still lying around somewhere in 40k Ravenspire. Was there divorce? Was it premarital divorce? Did Corax make this weapon before meeting Curze for the first time and then never gave out the gift because he was disappointed? Did he make a perfect weapon for his Hated Rival tm anyway but then the Heresy happened?

And the whole scene at Isstvan V is very interesting as well. After Curze’s sudden appearance, after their very parallel symbolism saying each other’s name (surname) scene, Corax’s first reaction at his Hated Rival tm is not go claw at the traitor’s face but rather, calling him by his first name and asking why. And if you compare Curze’s reaction to Lorgar, his ally, vs Corax, his Hated Rival tm, it’s also quite funny. He is totally flirting with his hated rival, while calling Lorgar “accursed coward” and “foulest weakling I have ever seen” (those are the exact words). And then Corax left and Curze went and fucking died GW I am literally coming for you just you fucking wait

There’s still a lot of lore I don’t know about those two (working on that rn) but there’s a lot of Homoerotic Rivalry thing going on

A thing that is so great about Warhammer is that nothing I hear from ppl on here is a fancanon or an exaggeration.

Now mind you my introduction to 40k was on the straight man side of the fandom so this aspect of the books was never mentioned or it was written off by the mainstream male fandom as “fanfiction from some weird fans”

So Imagine my shock when I found out that Curze really did call Corax “little raven” in the book. My jaw hit the floor. And all this time I thought that was a fanfic petname thing. I even thought “the pet name is a little much, that’s a little cheesy isn’t it” - WELL.

Or Horus and Sanguinius being actually a couple. I thought it was a “they’re just casual buddies in the book and ppl ship them, the usual” - NU UH. It’s shit like “ouuu don’t make me come over there and pluck your feathers you naughty naughty boy” “arrw you wouldn’t you silly goose 😏” - THEY ACTUALLY ARE ABOUT TO FUCK RIGHT HERE ON MY BOOK PAGE.

And the general extreme homoeroticism of the books - WHEW. Nobody prepared me

I thought these would be nerd books full of nerd jargon - imagine my shock when I pick up the Konrad book and THIS READS LIKE A FIC. This is borderline EROTICA in some places. The way Konrad is described, the language that’s used - honey I KNOW an author being down bad for their mc when I see one and that’s one.

Men are shocked that we think Konrad is hot and the book reads like “He caressed his perfect marble body with his black nails, shivering sensuously, his tears streaming down to reveal the godlike perfectly sculpted features underneath, he was a cruel angel” - these are actual paraphrased book quotes. I didn’t make any of these up. The only thing missing from there is “and Tourniquet from Evanescence was playing”.

The fight between Corax and Konrad is straight off ao3. Curze is literally flirting with him the whole time. Reading everything he says about him thru the lore, he’s literally in love with Corax yandere style, idk how else to put it. It’s basic media literacy atp 😭. He’s sitting in his cave obsessively stabbing his corax doll with a heart shaped pin muttering “I love you I hate you I love you i hate you”

The scenes between Sevatar and Konrad are borderline indistinguishable from fics about them minus actually getting down to fucking. Those men are hopelessly devoted to each other.

Curze is in love with everyone he knows,it’s crazy. The fact that he had clear feelings for Sanguinius I don’t even need to say it (and was so upset that they weren’t reciprocated). Bro is about as horny and a yearner as Fulgrim but at least Fulgrim had the excuse of just being sassy and slaaneshi

All the books are fics without the fucking and kissing. Basically.

I literally don’t know how straight bros can read all these books and still think “nah there nothing sexual or erotic about warhammer”.

“Yeah all these primarchs and astartes are 100% sexless and feel nothing for anyone, trust me bro, the Emperor blocked the sex, the gay and the horny out of everyone”

THESE BOOKS ARE GAY EROTICA WITH A PLOT