#this one is …. bleh. but i wanted a poster.

[nexility-sims]

❧ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫: 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝐫𝐝

i love leonor, i love margot tenenbaum, i love when people click for hq, i love that i'll be posting story stuff again so very soon

[jamilelucato]

Secrets We Keep - 3 [F.W.]

Secrets We Keep Masterlist

Pairing: Fred Weasley x [y/n] Malfoy

Summary: Fred wrestles with his feelings for [y/n], torn between frustration and attraction, while she struggles with her family's expectations and her own desires.

Warning: family drama, mild angst, cursing.

A/N: I’ve been having a really hard time with writing romance lately. This chapter came out way more sad and heavy than I intended. It feels kind of “bleh” to me, and I just wanted to apologize if it doesn’t hit the mark for you. Honestly, I have a feeling people are only going to like Part Two anyway. I know this was meant to be a Bad Idea (the song) fic, and I really should’ve stopped at one chapter, but I just can’t resist pushing on! I’m a sucker for making things more complicated than they need to be, but I hope you still find some value in this chapter.

PART THREE

Fred Weasley sat on the edge of his four-poster bed, one hand gripping the crimson bedpost as if the solid wood could steady the storm inside him. His twin was off somewhere—likely gathering ingredients for another grand prank—leaving Fred alone in the quiet of the Gryffindor dormitory. It was a quiet he didn’t welcome, but one that had become all too familiar since that night on the Quidditch pitch.

He ran a hand through his fiery hair, frustration evident in every movement. He couldn’t get her out of his head. [y/n] Malfoy. The kiss, her tears, the way her voice had cracked when she said, “This was a bad idea.” It replayed over and over, an unrelenting loop that left him both aching and seething.

How someone so infuriating, so contrary to everything he stood for, could leave such a mark on him? She was a Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake! And yet, the memory of her sadness—the raw, vulnerable way she’d looked at him—cut deeper than he wanted to admit.

The days passed, however, and that was no longer the girl he saw now. Not the [y/n] who had avoided his gaze in the Great Hall for weeks, who laughed too loudly with her Slytherin friends, her silver-blond hair gleaming like a crown under the enchanted ceiling. The persona she wore now was cruel, dismissive, and every bit the Malfoy heiress she had been raised to be. She wasn’t just cold—she was biting. Cutting remarks, condescending smirks, and an air of superiority that made Fred’s blood boil.

He hated her.

Or at least, that was what he told himself.

“You’re stewing again,” George said, leaning against the bedpost opposite Fred. His twin had appeared in the doorway moments earlier, a bag of pranking supplies slung over one shoulder. “Let me guess. Malfoy?”

Fred shot him a glare but said nothing.

George sighed, dropping the bag on the floor with a thud. “You’re not exactly subtle, you know. Want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Fred muttered, his voice tight. “She’s precisely what we always thought she was. A spoiled, heartless Malfoy. Whatever I thought I saw before… I was wrong.”

George frowned, studying his twin. “You don’t sound convinced.”

Fred stood abruptly, pacing the small space. “I don’t care, alright? Whatever sadness I thought she had… it’s gone now. All I see is her true self. And I can’t stand her.”

George raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, he leaned down to rummage through the bag. “Fine. But you might want to find a better way to handle it than glaring daggers across the Great Hall.”

Fred didn’t reply, his mind too clouded with frustration to respond.

On the day next, [y/n] Malfoy stared into her reflection in the Slytherin girls’ dormitory. Her silver-blond hair fell perfectly into place, and her robes were impeccable—the very image of Malfoy perfection. Yet, the girl staring back at her felt like a stranger.

She had thrown herself into the role her parents expected of her. She answered every one of Narcissa’s letters with glowing reports of her achievements, she smiled at Draco when he gloated about their family’s prominence, and she even laughed at Pansy Parkinson’s insipid jokes. The [y/n] who had once dared to dream of running away with Fred Weasley was gone.

But those were nightmares now, and they didn’t stop. Night after night, she dreamed of the Burrow, of the warm chaos of the Weasley household. She dreamed of Molly’s stern but kind voice, the way Ginny’s laughter filled the room, and the infectious mischief that seemed to follow the twins wherever they went. In her dreams, she belonged there. She was happy there.

And every morning, she woke up with tears staining her pillow.

One evening, an owl arrived bearing a gift from her father. The package was wrapped in elegant green paper, tied with a silver ribbon. [y/n] hesitated before opening it, her hands trembling slightly. Inside was a stunning emerald necklace, the gemstones gleaming like liquid light. It was exquisite, a clear reward for her recent “improved behaviour.”

She lifted the necklace, the cool weight of it settling in her palm. It was beautiful—undeniably so. Her reflection in the mirror confirmed as much as she clasped it around her neck. The emeralds caught the light, casting a faint green glow against her skin.

And she hated herself for loving it.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She sank to the floor, clutching the necklace as sobs wracked her body. How could she despise everything her family stood for and still covet the life they’d built for her? How could she dream of simplicity and warmth while clinging to the luxury and grandeur she’d been raised in?

“You’re pathetic,” she whispered to herself, her voice choked with tears. “You don’t deserve anything else.”

ONE MONTH AFTER THE KISS

The tension between them came to a head one afternoon in the courtyard. Students gathered in clusters, chattering as they soaked in the rare burst of sunlight. Fred leaned against a low stone wall, George beside him, both watching the scene unfold with casual interest. That was when he saw her.

[y/n] walked with her usual Slytherin entourage, her head held high and a smirk playing on her lips as she exchanged remarks with Draco. Her voice carried over the courtyard, sharp and mocking, and Fred’s jaw clenched as he watched her.

“Looks like Malfoy’s on her high horse again,” George muttered, nudging Fred with his elbow.

As if sensing his gaze, [y/n] turned her head. Their eyes met across the courtyard, and for a moment, the surrounding noise seemed to fade. There was no warmth in her gaze—only a cool, detached amusement that made Fred’s blood boil.

“Weasley,” she called out, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. “Shouldn’t you be off planning your next grand failure of a prank?”

The Slytherins around her chuckled, and Fred pushed off the wall, crossing the courtyard in a few quick strides. The surrounding students turned to watch, sensing the brewing confrontation.

“Better a failed prank than a failed personality,” Fred shot back, his voice even but laced with venom.

A ripple of “oohs” spread through the crowd, but [y/n] didn’t flinch. If anything, her smirk deepened.

“Clever,” she said, tilting her head. “Did you come up with that on your own, or did you need George’s help?”

Fred stepped closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “What happened to you?” he demanded, his voice low but forceful.

Her expression faltered for a fraction of a second, but she quickly recovered, her smirk returning with renewed vigor. “I grew up, Weasley. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but the bell rang, signalling the end of the break. Students began to disperse, and [y/n] turned on her heel, walking away without another word. Fred watched her go, his chest tight with a mix of anger and something he refused to name.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Fred leaned against the stone railing of the Astronomy Tower, the chill of the night air biting at his skin. It had been months since the kiss, but it lingered in his memory like a ghost. He hated himself for it, for the way his mind kept wandering back to that moment—the feel of her lips, the vulnerability in her eyes.

Why had she kissed him? Fred’s mind circled the question like a persistent gnat. If she had wanted him, if she had truly meant that kiss, then there must have been a reason. What was it? She had to have seen something in him, something worth risking her perfect Malfoy’s image for. He clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the cold stone of the railing as his thoughts spiralled further.

That dawn, he would have done anything for her. If she had asked, he would have taken her away from all of it—the name, the expectations, the suffocating legacy. He would have brought her to the Burrow, wrapped her in the chaotic love of his family, and shielded her from the world. Fred knew Harry Potter himself would have stood beside him to face down Draco or even Lucius if it came to that. He could have given her a different life, one filled with simplicity and freedom. But none of it mattered because in the end, she didn’t choose him.

The realization stung more than he wanted to admit. She hadn’t just walked away; she had turned her back on the idea of them completely. And now, all he was left with was a memory of what could have been and the bitter taste of rejection.

“Idiot,” Fred muttered under his breath, anger flaring in his chest. He wasn’t just angry at her; he was furious with himself. He had let her get under his skin, let himself believe that there was something real between them. And for what? To be left stewing like some lovesick fool months later. He scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to shake the thought.

“Never again,” he said firmly, the words more a promise to himself than anyone else. But even as he turned to leave, the ghost of her lingered in his mind, refusing to be banished entirely.

“Enough,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He turned on his heel, determined to channel his frustration into something productive.

“George,” Fred said sharply as he entered their dormitory, his twin glancing up from a half-assembled prank device. “Get the paint bombs. We’re hitting the Slytherin common room tonight.”

George’s grin spread wide. “Now you’re talking.”

TWENTY MINUTES LATER

The Slytherin common room erupted in chaos as a series of paint bombs exploded, sending streams of bright, sticky colours across the stone walls and elegant furnishings. Students screamed, fleeing the room as the vibrant mess coated everything in sight.

[y/n] stormed out with the rest, her robes splattered with streaks of blue and red. Her fury was palpable, her silver-blond hair streaked with paint. Her eyes scanned the corridor, narrowing as she spotted a flash of red disappearing around a corner.

“Fred Weasley!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the stone halls. “You’re dead!”

Fred ducked behind a pillar, a grin tugging at his lips despite himself. He watched as [y/n] marched after him, her rage driving her steps. Draco appeared behind her, looking equally furious.

“Go get Umbridge!” [y/n] snapped at her brother. “They deserve proper punishment for this.”

Draco hesitated but ultimately obeyed, hurrying off toward the main staircase. The moment he was gone, [y/n] turned back to where Fred had been hiding, her voice still sharp.

“You think this is funny?” she spat, stepping closer.

Fred stepped out of his hiding spot, his arms crossed. “A little, yeah.”

[y/n] let out a sharp, disdainful laugh. “Typical Weasley. No wonder your family can’t afford proper manners. Or, for that matter, anything else.”

Fred’s grin didn’t waver. “And yet, here you are, covered in paint and shouting at me. Not very dignified for a Malfoy, is it?”

“Dignity?” [y/n] shot back, her voice rising. “Coming from the boy who just vandalized a common room because he’s too petty to grow up? That’s rich.”

Fred took a step closer, feigning thoughtfulness. “I’ll have you know, it wasn’t just pettiness. It was also a lot of fun.”

“Fun?” she snapped, incredulous. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re predictable,” Fred retorted. “Always so quick to pull out the superiority card. Must get exhausting.”

The Slytherins standing nearby exchanged exasperated glances. One of them yawned audibly.

“Are they seriously still at it?” muttered Pansy Parkinson, rolling her eyes. “It’s the same old words, on repeat. Come on, let’s go. This is boring.”

As the Slytherins began to filter away, their curiosity dulled by the repetitive argument, [y/n] didn’t budge. Her attention remained fixed on Fred, her anger unrelenting.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she hissed, stepping closer. “Well, newsflash, Weasley: you’re not. You’re just a loud-mouthed, meddling brat who doesn’t know when to stop.”

Fred’s grin faltered for a split second before returning, sharper this time. “And you’re purely a stuck-up, pretentious Malfoy who doesn’t know how to have fun.”

Their voices echoed in the now-empty corridor, the intensity of their argument only growing as the space between them seemed to shrink. Their shouting continued, echoing through the corridor until the other students had cleared out, leaving them alone in the narrow space.

“What changed?” Fred demanded suddenly, his voice cutting through the argument like a blade. “What happened for you to become… this?”

[y/n] froze, her anger faltering.

“What changed?” he asked again, louder.

For a moment, she looked like she might deflect, but then her shoulders slumped.

“The worst part is…” she said quietly, her voice trembling, “nothing really did change.”

Fred took a step closer, his expression softening. But before he could say anything, [y/n] glanced down at herself, at the paint still dripping from her robes. Her face twisted in frustration, and she turned on her heel.

“I can’t do this,” she muttered, starting to walk away.

Fred reached out, his hand brushing her arm, but she pulled free. “Don’t run from me again,” he called after her, his voice breaking slightly.

She didn’t stop. Her pace quickened, and Fred’s frustration boiled over.

“Coward!” he shouted, his voice echoing down the empty corridor.

[y/n] hesitated for the briefest moment but didn’t look back. She disappeared around the corner, leaving Fred alone once more, feeling worse because he happened to be, for once, right.

MANY DAYS LATER

As the weeks passed, the distance between them grew insurmountable. Fred buried himself in preparations for the joke shop he and George were planning, channelling his frustration into their inventions. [y/n] threw herself into her studies, determined to graduate at the top of her class and make her parents proud. But it wasn’t just academic success driving her—she became a fixture of the new regime under Umbridge, following the rules and executing small tasks to keep herself in favour.

Just like Draco, she became one of the professor’s so-called “pets,” a symbol of compliance and ambition. Yet, unlike her younger brother, she never reported Fred. She left that sort of thing to Draco, whose obsessive focus on Harry Potter meant he rarely paid attention to Fred and George’s antics.

Still, the role stung. She hated herself for wearing Umbridge’s approval like a badge, for smiling through the nauseating pink decor and sickly sweet condescension. It was a survival tactic—or so she told herself. But deep down, she knew it was just another layer of the person she was expected to be, and another step further from the girl she used to dream of becoming.

When the day came for Fred and George to leave Hogwarts, it was chaos. The twins’ grand exit—complete with fireworks and a swamp in the middle of the school—was the talk of the castle. [y/n] watched from the sidelines, her heart aching as she saw him disappear into the distance. Fred hadn’t looked at her, not really, except for a glance that felt colder than the bitterest winter wind. It had been a fleeting moment, his eyes brushing past her as if she were just another face in the crowd, before his focus returned to the chaos he and George had unleashed.

Her posture had been proud, aloof, maintaining the Malfoy facade she’d perfected over the years. But as the twins vanished from view, the weight of her act crushed her. Her shoulders slumped, and the mask she wore cracked, leaving behind only the hollow ache of loss. She turned away from the lingering crowd, retreating to the solitude of the Slytherin common room before anyone could notice her faltering composure.

That night, alone in her dormitory, she allowed herself to cry. The tears came quietly, soaking her pillow as she pressed her face into it, muffling the sound. She had pretended to be cruel, to be the Malfoy everyone expected, just to keep Fred at a distance. But now he was gone, and the effort seemed meaningless. There was no one left to keep away, no reason to uphold the charade. The school days were ending anyway, and besides Draco, no one seemed to notice her shift back into the quiet, withdrawn girl she had once been. 

And when the school year finally ended, [y/n] packed her belongings and returned to Malfoy Manor. She graduated with honours, her family’s pride glowing in every congratulatory letter from their acquaintances. She was, at last, everything they wanted her to be.

Lucius was waiting for her at the train station, his posture rigid and immaculate as always, the faintest hint of a pleased smile curling at the corners of his mouth. As [y/n] descended from the train, he stepped forward, extending a gloved hand. “Well done,” he said, his tone carrying an air of measured approval. “You have made the family proud.”

She hadn’t expected those words from him. Lucius Malfoy, always measured and exacting, rarely offered praise. For a fleeting moment, they almost felt like an achievement, a validation of the lengths she’d gone to play the part they demanded of her. Her stomach twisted, but she managed a small, practised smile as she took his hand. “Thank you, Father.”

But whatever validation she felt quickly curdled into something darker. She had wanted to protect herself, to push Fred away, to shield her fragile hopes from the inevitable disappointment. Instead, she had cemented herself further into the life they had planned for her, a gilded cage of expectations and obligations.

The anger rose swiftly, directed as much at herself as it was at her father. Her act, her cruelty, her desperate efforts to be someone she wasn’t—it had all backfired. She was more trapped than ever, with the door to another path firmly closed behind her.

Narcissa was waiting for her inside the family car, that would take them back to the manor, and her face lighted up with uncharacteristic warmth when she saw her daughter. “My darling,” she exclaimed, pulling [y/n] into a rare, delicate embrace as soon as she entered. “You’ve done so well. And the engagement…” Narcissa’s voice softened, her eyes shimmering with excitement. “I have so many plans for your dress, the decorations—everything will be perfect.”

[y/n] nodded numbly, allowing her mother’s voice to wash over her. She could feel the weight of their expectations settling back onto her shoulders, heavier than ever. Narcissa continued to chatter about florists and fabrics, oblivious to the way her daughter’s gaze had drifted to the window, her reflection staring back at her with a hollowness she couldn’t ignore.

[ruthytwoshakes]

Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

[birdiesaves]

THE MARTIAN ( novel by andy weir ) change as necessary !

mankind reaching out to send people to another planet for the very first time and expand the horizons of humanity blah, blah, blah. 

i’m pretty much fucked. 

they got the parades and fame and love of the world, i got a firm handshake and a hot cup of coffee when i got home.

i would only be “in command” of the mission if i were the only remaining person.

what do you know? i’m in command.

it wasn’t your fault. you did what you had to do. 

in your position i would have done the same thing. 

it was a ridiculous sequence of events that led to me almost dying.

everyone thinks i’m dead. 

ok, i’ve had a good night’s sleep, and things don’t seem as hopeless as they did yesterday.

i won’t be able to whip something up with tinfoil and gum.

fear my botany powers!

but hey, time is the one thing i’ve got.

i wonder if they'll ever find out what really happened.

i’ll spare you the math. the answer is _________

bleh. i’m going to bed

my life depends on you

i played a lot of dungeons and dragons.

i have an idiotically dangerous plan 

i suppose i’ll think of something. or die.

the answer is: i don’t know.

all i accomplished today was thinking up a plan that’ll kill me

also, i have duct tape. 

after a search of everyone’s personal items i found my answer.

that was sarcasm, by the way.

this all sounds like a great idea with no chance of catastrophic failure.

do you have any idea the magnitude of shitstorm this is gonna be?

how come aquaman can control whales? they’re mammals! 

i expected it to be cold, but jesus christ!

now, on to my next task: sitting around with nothing to do for 12 hours.

i ask for a picture and i get the fonz?

the whole world’s been rooting for you. 

really looking forward to not dying. 

please watch your language.

sorry we left you behind, but we don't like you.

you're sort of a smart-ass.

your request for “anything, oh god anything but disco” is denied.

no. you’ll fuck it up and die.

i took it apart, found the problem, and fixed it.

i don’t see anything... i can hear it, but... it’s down here somewhere, but i don’t know where.

the subtle and refined “hurl my body at the wall” technique had some flaws. 

named after the greek goddess who traveled the heavens with the speed of wind. she's also the goddess of rainbows.

i'm not giving up. just planning for every outcome. it's what i do.

your poster outsold the rest of ours combined.

why are you such a nerd?

you should try to be more cool. wear dark glasses and a leather jacket. carry a switchblade.

you started my training by buying me a beer.

so now i have to do boring-ass experiments with test tubes and zzzzzzzzzz....

frankly, i suspect you're a super villain.

just once i'd like something to go to plan, ya know?

no? ok... what was that!? oh, nothing? ok...

for now i just want to go home.

there's always hope

are we just watching a tragedy play out?

you’ll survive this. i don't know how, but you will. 

i've defiled enough historical sites for now.

tomorrow night, i'll sink to an all new low!

tomorrow night, i'll be at rock bottom!

be a smart-ass to a guy seven levels above you. see how that works out.

i remember when you were shy

the attitude comes with the job

and by “enjoying” i mean “hating so much i want to kill people.”

there aren't many people who can say they've vandalized a three billion dollar spacecraft. but i'm one of them.

what's our role in all this? if something goes wrong, what can we do?

how do you come up with this shit?

i admit it's fatally dangerous, but consider this: i'd get to fly around like iron man.

i need you to come back in and make a bomb.

i knew that guy was a mad scientist!

i think we should just go with my iron man idea.

well if you won't let us then- wait... wait a minute... i'm looking at my shoulder patch and it turns out i'm the commander. 

give me a minute. you're the first person i've seen in ______.

i think about the sheer number of people who pulled together just to save my sorry ass, and i can barely comprehend it.

i represent progress, science, and the interplanetary future we’ve dreamed of for centuries. 

they did it because every human being has a basic instinct to help each other out. it might not seem that way sometimes, but it’s true.

yes, there are assholes who just don’t care, but they’re massively outnumbered by the people who do. 

[bam-bi-buck]

8x04 SPOILERS

Buck 🥰

Gerrard 🤢

Excuse me, that is not Buck’s job, you can’t ask him to choose someone to fire, are you out of your mind?

Love Athena not liking the houses lol

“I’ll know it when I see it”

Bleh, Ortiz for Mayor 🤢

“Who loves being a public servant?”

Everyone reluctantly rasing their hands lol

“Love the enthusiasm” what do you mean Gerrard, you’ve made the firehouse such a lovely place to work

Body cams??

Mama: “bet I know who put the order for that”

Why do you keep saying tight end?

Don’t call him 🥺 Wes needs a hug

Oh Eddie 😭

Wes no!! 😭

Wes you better not die!!! It’s not allowed!!!

I genuinely have no thoughts during this ambulance ride other than aaaaaaaahhhhh

The way Eddie cheers then the soft “you’re gonna be okay kid,” after he called him Dad 😭

“Hell of a save”

“And you got us here”

Love when they all cheer each other

Hen’s speech 😭

But also don’t name drop her girl, that’s such a risk in court

The look of devastation on Karen’s face

Noooo 💔💔💔

No contact why???

This judge sucks

“911 what’s you’re emergency” love Maddie

Also this totally took me out of the scene for a sec, is there something on Maddie’s nose, does she have a nose piercing?

Am I seeing things?

Anyways I’m gonna fight Ortiz and this judge whatever her name is

“I don’t want another house, I want my house” 🥺

Aww Michael name drop

lol how many greats are you gonna say there Bobby?

Hen at Ortiz’s office 😭

“I’m expected to go on, maybe young Mara will have to learn to do the same”

Bitch

“He is not my captain you are my captain”

Yes Hen!!

Love them all coming to Bobby

Bobby’s face when Buck said Gerrard was touching him

Cue the “No, my boy” audio bit

At least we learned that Eddie’s having regular zooms with Chris, even if he’s not talking much in them

Chimney talking about Gerrard’s Ego feels important, they’re gonna use that against him aren’t they?

That’s mean Chimney (his comment about Buck not Gerrard - say all the mean things about Gerrard Chim)

“I wouldn’t call it an attack”

As the nurse is putting bandages all over him 🤣

DUDE

“He wasn’t 400 pounds when I got him, he was an adorable cub”

My mama “well guess what dumbass they get bigger”

“Where’d you learn to do that?”

“I have layers” 🤣

The cat jumps up

Mama: “Surprise!”

No pets

Yeah, wild tigers would fall under that policy, wouldn’t they?

Hen & Chim being separated + Buck & Eddie being separated feels wrong but I love when Buck & Hen get to work together, love the looks they share

“Not so loud the rest of the team thinks it’s an essemble”

“He’s the voice of god around here”

“No not a fan” “That’s Brad Torrence” 🤣

Bobby!!!

“I’m telling you who you should get rid of- yourself!!!

It’s all about his Ego!!!!

I see the pieces!!!

LOVE Bobby scheming

“I’m a dad who doesn’t live under the same roof as his son”

Eddie 😭

Wanna shake Wes’s dad

Gerrard going to Ortiz after talking to Bobby, Bobby charmed… (well maybe Brad did lol) him, didn’t he?

“You know Vincent, we’re a lot alike,”

My mama “jackasses?”

22 million budget reductions for the LAFD seems like a lot

Like for the FD specifically

You’d think you’d want them funded in particular

Excuse me sir

Is there a reason you called her Miss?

Mama: “Oh did the other jackass help? Now I feel bad”

Me: “Don’t feel bad, he’s still a jackass”

“This is a set up”

“It sure as hell is”

A team that schemes together, stays together!!!

Eddie helping Wes 😭

Mara gets to go home!!!! 😭😭😭😭

“Let’s build something new, something just for us” awww 🥰

Welcome back cap poster!!!

“The man the myth the legend” 🤣

I actually don’t mind him being at the Hot Shots job, as long as he isn’t in the 118!!!

HALLOWEEN EPISODE

There goes everyone’s “Bucks the one with a pumpkin on his head” theories lol

Denny!!! No!!! What the hell!!!

Give the Wilsons’ a break, my god!

[magg0ts4d1nner]

I'm gonna bring this up because I think it's interesting and if I hear any "shippings crazy bleh" are you actually living under a rock because almost every fandom has it

The Lost Boys is honestly one of those movies where like the queer subtext and undertones is very visible throughout the film. There's hints of it and hell even the actors have brought it up before (not in full detail but little jokes here and there). A lot of people interpret it as this thing that used vampirism to cover up being queer back then. (This is something I also agree on). There's subtle hints in the movie, and there's absolutely no explanation as to why Sam had a shirtless Rob Lowe poster on his door. There's other things too I can easily bring up like how the sex scene feels so out of place but I guess it was the 80s and everyone apparently needed a sex scene back then

Then there's also the whole thing with David and Michael as well as the other boys. With the Lost Boys you see that they're free and able to do what they want and it seems to act as symbolism for being queer, that's why Michael's so drawn to them its as if he wants that freedom himself yknow? But back to David and Michael, there's just so much sexual tension between the two of them during the film it actually drives me insane half the time when I rewatch the movie. Sure, Star is used to lure Michael in but honestly that's just it. She's bait. Her whole purpose was to lure people to the Boys. Yeah Michael shows interest in her but at the same time it always goes back to David. And don't even get me started on David because do I even need to address him? Like have you seen the way he looks at Michael?

The Lost Boys is indeed one of those campy 80s horror films that I truly love but it brings homoeroticism at its finest

[ssparksflyy]

BELLS' 200 FOLLOWER EVENT ! ༘ ⊹ ࣪ ˖𐙚

oh my golly gee willikers, i have 200 followers! tysm for putting up with all of my bs, i love u all so very much ♡♡ ik i didnt do an event for 100 followers so.. this counts for both i guess ! once again, tysm ily!! ♡♡

ELECTRIC TOUCH —

i'll tell u what pjo cabin i think ur in!! warning: im stupid :)

LAST KISS —

ill make u a moodboard!! ( can be based off an aesthetic, character, ship, wtv! make sure 2 specify ♡♡ )

TIMELESS —

ill write a small burb ( romantic or platonic ) for whoever u wish ♡

ENCHANTED —

ill give u a ts song + lyric from that song that fits ur vibe ♡

MINE —

give me a song and ill let u know what i thought of it !!

FOOLISH ONE—

ask me a question nd ill answer truthfully ( i pinkie promise !! )

BETTER THAN REVENGE —

ill assign u a random plushie that fits ur vibe :)

THE STORY OF US —

gimmie a random hc and ill tell u what i think abt it !

OURS —

ill assign u a random poster i want to hang in my room ♡♡

BACK TO DECEMBER —

( moots only !! ) ill write u a love letter ♡♡♡

this post's layout was very heavily inspired by @urbanflorals event! ( bleh who am i kidding i practically copied it sorry pooks )

pls keep it to two asks per request !!

this event will be ending on april 3rd ♡

pls be patient :) if youve been hangin around for a while you can see my inspo comes in waves, but i will get to it asap!

tagging the mootssss! (in no specific order, lmk if i forgot u/want to be taken off ♡ )

@mydeardelphi @riordanness @butterandhoneytoast @hopelesslyromanticshark @alexwritingspot @lastolympus @s1utlvr @buticanfixhernoreallyican @alwaysrunningfromareality @thefluffypancake @percyluvr @juneberrie @waitingonher @brodieland @madsbrainrot1 @annaizcool44 @missedyour21st @sunniskyies @lilydoeswrite @percabeths-blue-cookies @urbanflorals @les1for1beans @brainsofseaweed @wisegirlor @asph6lt @rachellelizabethhdare @a-beautiful-fool

TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS !

[i62gamma]

Something I hate is when people who aren’t Bruce Banner or Hulk fans try to make an analysis on them, specifically if they’ve only watched the mcu, because they somehow always miss the point of Bruce/Hulks character. Ik they don’t mention it much in the mcu and as far as I’m aware they don’t actually go into it much either but Bruce Banner canonically has DID in the comics. And this is because his father brutally abused him and killed his mom when he was VERY young. Bruce is a survivor of childhood abuse, and formed DID as a way for his brain to cope. The Hulk is a defense mechanism.

I remember reading a blog last year comparing Bruce and Jen and the original poster managed to misinterpret everything about Bruce so awfully and I still think about it because I wonder how many other people view Bruce this way. Op basically said that Bruce “most likely doesn’t have a split personality disorder” (1. He literally does. It’s implied in the mcu and straight up said in the comics. 2. Outdated term. Bleh!) and that the Hulk is actually a result of some sort of anger disorder Bruce probably had because society teaches men to oppress their emotions. Wow.

Theres tons of characters you could use to make that point, Bruce Banner / The Hulk is not one of them. Op genuinely didn’t know that Bruce was abused as a child but even then, if you don’t know something as basic as that about Bruce you genuinely shouldn’t be writing a multi paragraph blog on him (and Jen, it was a comparison between the to btw).

So if you want to write a blog on Bruce and his mental illness or portrayal or anything tbh please look into his character. He’s complicated and not what he seems at first glance. The Hulk is a defense mechanism, he explicitly says he just wants to be left alone and only attacks when he is attacked first. He is a child alter in a DID system who formed to protect Bruce because he was being abused by his dad when he was a little boy. And Bruce banner is a very complicated man and the mcu doesn’t do him Justice in his portrayal.

Im writing this at night right before I go to bed so If I’m missing something or got something wrong please lmk or add on but I’m tired of seeing blogs misinterpreting Bruce / The Hulk bc I am an avid fan.

[orion-nottson]

Anyone Else But You | Captain Boomerang x OC Fanfic [Part 1]

sooo... this resulted from one too many plot bunnies jumping around my head. 😭🙈 also from— to my understanding— digger harkness and owen mercer are both existing at the same time right now in canon (instead of either of 'em being dead as a doornail) AND its not confirmed(?) that meloni thawne is still owen's mother, leaving a lot of owen's past up in the air. 🤷‍♀️ SO! i wanted to go for a more realistic take at digger having a kid with a lady (i.e. owen results from a one night stand because of course, with digger being digger 🙄) and... then dipping into a more cheesy romance because i fear conflict and just want MY BOYS (rogues) to be HAPPY (not dead) 😭🙏

this is part 1, and i'm not too sure how many parts the story will be, but i had this exposition part pretty squared away and was proud enough to post it. also not sure when part 2 will be out, but keep an eye out for it! 🤩

(psst... i was also really inspired by @t-bombs and @belphegor1982 and their fanfics of the rogues too, so thank y'all so much for being such fantastic writers!❤️)

enjoy! 😁

Story Summary: Digger's made some pretty bad decisions in his life. Deciding to rectify one of them, he comes face-to-face with a few surprises... For one, he's going to be a dad.

Content Warning(s): Nothing specific for now! Unless you consider Digger his own warning... 😓😮‍💨

Word Count: 1,506

↪ PART TWO

~ ~ ~

In hindsight, it was probably the mild concussion or at least the hangover, but Digger found himself introspecting. A rather out of character action for the man, but the tiny roadside diner he'd stumbled into was warm and something about the coffee was clearing his thoughts.

A month ago, Digger started to feel too crowded in Central; sure the blokes were great (for a favor and a beer), but it felt like they were starting to step on each other's boots. Especially since they all started shacking up in their little hideout— the Den, bleh— where it gave Digger painful memories of having roommates again.

He'd spent enough time with the guys in the slammer, it didn't have to be the same way when he's a free bird!

He'd decided to bounce town, give himself a good ol' fashioned vacation... his way, of course. The last couple of weeks had been a series of petty heists, dive bars, card games gone sour, and the fistfights that often accompanied people finding out he'd been cheating them the whole time.

Digger grinned into his mug, savoring the slight throb of pain that emanated from his black eye. The bugger that had given him this one was a sight when he had gotten all riled up. Less fun when he'd started swinging...

The Aussie glanced at the clock above the kitchens, absently noting the time before letting his eyes drift to the decorations beside it. Posters denoting silly phrases like "Eat Breakfast, Play Hard", old timey photos of the supposedly historic diner, and a lone health department plaque of approval from five years ago gave him enough to rest his eyes on. Particularly, a landscape picture featuring a freaky red-eyed duck thing caught his eye. Digger read the yellow emboldened words on it and frowned.

WELCOME TO MINNESOTA!

He scratched the scruff on his chin (also absently noting he needed to shave soon, maybe touch-up the muttons if he felt so inclined) and wondered why the Hell that place sounded so familiar to him.

Minnesota wasn't near any of his usual haunts outside of Central, and it was bloody cold, but something about that place jogged a memory. Digger gave it a few more seconds of consideration, shrugged, and just as he was about to finish off his drink, he froze. Suddenly, the hangover headache that he'd been ignoring the whole morning got a fuck-ton worse.

Maia.

Bloomin' Christ, Maia. Maia Mercer. She lived up in St. Paul, where he'd met her. And last he'd seen her. And spoke to her. As far as he knew, she still did.

Memories of her overwhelmed Digger's mind like an uninvited guest, which didn't help his hangover nor the gnawing feeling in his chest. The blonde was probably the only woman Digger ever had what you could call a relationship with. Like a certifiable, bonafide relationship. Maia wasn't a quick fling behind a bar or a working girl, she was his. Crickey, he was hers! For the time they had, anyway.

For the time you gave her, Digger's mind supplies unhelpfully. Guilt starts to bubble up in Digger's gut, in a way the fearsome Rogue Captain Boomerang had never felt before. He'd blown that relationship to smithereens, that he did. Almost on the year of seeing her (physically exclusive, might he add!), he'd up and... bounced. Still didn't... really know why himself.

He just left. Didn't even leave a note with any shitty reason he'd try to give. Effectively ghosted the poor sheila.

Truthfully, Digger wasn't proud of himself. He didn't often think that way— like Captain Boomerang would care about what other people think! HA!— but Maia... Maia didn't deserve the crap he probably put her through after he left. She was too sweet, too kind... smart, witty, a lil' firecracker if she put her mind to it, funny, a great smile... even better ass...

"Crickey." Digger mutters into his palm, dragging his hand down his face. He pushes his almost empty breakfast plate aside to drop his elbows on the table, thinking hard over his clasped hands.

Surely it wasn't all his fault! He'd only left after getting a job offer! And it wasn't his fault that job turned into two, which turned into three... which meant the initial two weeks turned into...

Six months!

Digger groaned. Even the selfish part of him was failing to whip up an excuse for that. A right drongo, he was. Downing the rest of his coffee, Digger waved over the waitress with a smarmy grin, a pair of crumpled twenties in his fingers.

"Keep the change, darlin'. For the tip, of course." He winks, and the middle-aged woman simply rolls her eyes at his leer. She takes the bills, and Digger jumps up from his seat, grabbing his jacket in that same motion. He makes a show of straightening up, running a hand through his curly mop of hair before slapping his blue cap on.

With a pep in his step, and his dumb, cheeky grin plastered across his face, Digger pushed his way out the diner. The breeze was warm, the sun shining, and this Aussie was filled with new purpose.

Step one, of course, was making his way to Minnesota.

Step two; Hunt down his little turtle dove and seduce her all over again! She'd be understanding, he was sure of it.

Step three... well...

Digger's grin turned lecherous. Images of the good times he and Maia had, late at night, in that soft bed of hers... Digger would be a very happy man soon enough.

He knew what he wanted to do.

The Aussie hops into the beater truck he'd stolen a state away, peeling out from the parking lot and hightailing down the highway. As he drove, the swagger started to wear off, and that... gnawing feeling started to get a bit stronger. Digger bit the inside of his cheek, fingers tight around the steering wheel. Guilt had never looked good on him, so he'd done away with it a long time ago.

But sometimes it just reared its ugly head. Like now.

Digger never did well with good things either, so he'd thrown those out long ago too. Then Maia came along, and she was the best thing to ever happen to him... and he'd done what he'd always done. Damn coward.

"Old habits die hard." Digger mumbles to himself, turning up the music on the semi-busted radio, loud as it could go.

This wasn't just something he wanted to do; It was something he needed to do.

~ ~ ~

Digger has been waiting outside Maia's house for forty-five minutes.

Behind the quaint white house, the sun is low enough in the sky that everything's either in shadow or rimmed with gold light. He watches the kitchen light turn on, then turn off, then the light flick on in the living room. Even though he'd been gone, he could see every piece of Maia's place in his head; the pale yellow walls, the plants, the quilt she'd started.

He wondered how far she'd gotten on it.

A breeze rustled the leaves on the trees above him, whistling through the windchimes at Maia's door. Digger shivered. It was only August, but the wind chilled enough to make standing outside, a cheap bouquet of half-wilted flowers in his hand, just unbearable enough. Digger sighed heavily out through his nose, not liking his nerves getting the best of him.

All he had to do was open that little white fence, walk up the slightly uneven brick trail and porch, ring the blasted doorbell...

"Fuck it all!" Digger curses, marching up to Maia's house even though his feet feel like lead, and knocking hard on the door before he realizes what he's... doing...!

Digger doesn't have any opportunity to turn tail and run, because the locks click, and he freezes as the door opens, just a smidge. A cascade of warm light falls on his face, and illuminated from behind, her blonde hair glowing (Like an angel, Digger's mind swoons) is Maia.

She's as stunning as Digger remembers.

Her nut brown eyes go wide. The expression on her face is nothing short of completely, utterly shocked.

Digger swallows, then offers his old flame a shaky, lopsided smirk.

"Hey, luv." He says, suavely as he can muster for his uncharacteristically quiet voice, and Maia— who'd been looking at him like he was a dead man risen from the grave— steels that faraway look in her eye to meet his dead-on. Digger's smirk drops some, a bit taken aback by the inscrutable, intense expression on Maia's face. There wasn't anger, or sadness... nothing. Not even indifference.

He'd expected a somewhat different reaction (screaming and hollering like a banshee, for one), but he also was catching whiffs of her lavender and rose water hair wash, the one he'd scrub into her long, beautiful curls when they'd share a bath...

Digger can't think much more of kissing Maia's bare skin, because the door slams shut in his face.

~ ~ ~

To be continued...

[miraculousladybugconfessionbox]

Transcript:

Well hello again ! It's me Tanooki back again with miraculous opinions! This time... promo art.

Promotional art is a very important thing with media. This art will help sell what you're offering to other people, giving you some money to further fund the project.

Now before I criticise a piece of promo art, I will look at one piece of promo art that me and a friend agree looks pretty good.

This actually looks extremely interesting. I can definitely see this as a way to hype up fans of the show. There's the main set piece (that being paris) and the two main characters in the frame. It's simple and straight to the point without revealing too much about the show and without looking lazy or terrible.

Now for the other side of the spectrum and pretty much the main focus of this entire thing...

This.

First of all, the colours could do with a lot of work. I feel as if some aspects (e.g. Ladybug's outfit) blend in way too much with the background.

Second, a lot of the characters feel...out of place. They don't mesh well together. I feel as if they're slapped on to the poster and they called it a day.

Third...why so generic? I've seen this exact type of poster before and let me tell you it really depends on how they do it. Ladybug is not one of those good types. They give us too much whilst giving us too little. Like yes it's a hero show...but your designs aren't selling me due to what they are since going back to my Ladybug character design rant, the characters and their designs aren't exactly the best.

Sorry if I didn't explain much but you get the idea. This poster is just...bleh. Unlike the first poster, this one doesn't sell me on their show.

Now then as always, let's look at how we can improve these by looking at posters and promo art of other pieces of media and seeing how they do it. I'll be looking at the games: Persona 3 (and technically Persona 3 Portable), Kingdom Hearts, and Klonoa 2 Lunetea's Veil.

1. Persona 3 and Persona 3 Portable

Persona 3. Probably one of my favourite games of all time and it's all thanks to the art and writing. We'll be focusing on these 2 pieces of art.

Let's start with the first one on the left. Imagine if you saw this somewhere for the first time. The set piece is a school and there's 3 students (Those being Makoto/MC, Yukari and Junpei). Seems normal as High school is the average setting for Japanese media...but wait a minute what the actual hell is that behind them?

Most people know now it's Thanatos but back when this was made, people probably didn't know so they had to as what is that creature looming over them? He seems out of place...yet somehow doesn't. Doesn't that intrigue you a bit more? You wanna find out more about this creature and learn what it is alongside those 3 students you see.

Now let's look at the one on the right. One made specifically for Persona 3 Portable, which is a cut-down port of Persona 3 made for PSP. Of course they wanted to sell the game to newcomers as the PSP was a very popular system at the time but they also wanted to sell to players who already played Persona 3...so let's look from both sides and see how they sell to both.

For newcomers, there are tons of different characters alongside Thanatos from the first piece of promo material. However all are shrouded in this sort of mystery about them. You have to look close to see everything and in return, it makes you more curious to figure out everything there is to offer.

Now let's look from a returning player's perspective. You see this really cool artwork of the characters you know quite well. It's an amazing sight to see...but then there's someone you don't know (Femc/Kotone). Who is she and why is she next to Makoto? What importance does she have to be front and center like this? Even if you've probably played Persona 3 (and by addition The Answer/Episode Aigis) to the point where you know everything about the story, this character still intrigues you and makes you want to go and buy this other version of a game you've played thousands of times.

Overall, Persona 3 does subtly very well and doesn't reveal much yet doesn't hid too much from people.

2. Kingdom Hearts

Kingdom Hearts...while nowadays the game franchise is pretty much well known and has probably sold a lot of games, back then it was a different story. Both Squaresoft (now Square Enix) and Disney didn't know if this game was gonna sell. In the end, it very much did wonders for them.

Now let's look at this artwork from the perspective of a Square fan and a Disney fan.

Let's start with Square fan. Picture the year being 2001 and you see this. It looks quite similar to other games that Square have made during this time and hey that's pretty cool to you...but wait isn't that Donald Duck and Goofy? Aren't those guys Disney? And who are those characters too? Does the backgrounds and props signify something important? What's with the moon being a heart shape?

Let's move on to a Disney fan. Let's picture 2001 again and you see this for the very first time. Oh hey look! Donald Duck and Goofy! You like those guys! After all they're some of the most popular characters Disney have...but what's with the change in clothes? And who are those guys? Again a lot of this stuff overlaps with the Square fan's perspective but still you want to know what's up.

3. Klonoa 2 Lunetea's Veil

Let's go with my favourite game now, Klonoa 2 Lunetea's Veil. Probably Namco's best hidden gem and for good reason. The cel-shaded artstyle makes it one of the best looking games of all time. Even outside the game, it looks amazing.

Now then like before, let's take this from the perspective of a newcomer and a Klonoa fan.

Let's look at the Klonoa fan. Picture it being 2001 once again. It's Klonoa on the poster! However...he feels different. He seems older than the last game you played. And who are those characters? Is this a new world he's exploring after the events of Door To Phantomile? (side note: please play that game blind before you search it up it's an amazing game with a great ending )

Now let's look at a newcomer. Again the character designs seem kinda interesting and while it may seem a bit simple, you do want to know more about where these characters are and what their story truly is.

Overall, I think the promo art from Ladybug could learn a bit. Perhaps being more subtle about characters or having some more interesting set pieces such as the ones displayed here.

[kald-dal-write]

I headcanon the Female Morphling's name is Poppy Rustweed. At the age of 15 she won the 49th games which was a swamp environment. She won by camoflaging herself and scavenging off the careers, even the cameras couldn't really find her. When it was the final two she managed to hide from the District 4 boy for half a day before the gamemakers stepped in, and she only won because he got eaten by an alligator mutt before he could kill her. Since she didn't actually kill anyone and was barely on camera she was considered an upset winner. Her after games interview outfit was designed after the alligator to make it seem retroactively on purpose. Since it was the games before the next quarter quell her victory tour had to stir up a LOT of interest in her. The posters had her in high fashion disguised in different environments, and there was a gimmick where before she would give her speeches in each district she would be disguised as one of the audience.

I don't have as in depth headcanons for the Male Morphling, but I headcanon his name is Christopher Mercury and he won the 61st Hunger Games at the age of 15. Unlike Poppy he act actually got a few kills in I think. Before the games he was semi-athletic and had a lot of wanderlust, but the games and then his morphling addiction crushed his spirit.

Bleh word vomit. Sorry I didn't know if you wanted a reblog or an ask so I just sent an ask. I haven't gotten an excuse to talk about them before so I wanted to get it all out.

Ahhhh love it, seen Poppy as a pretty common fanon name for the F.Morphling :)

Like that they continued with the camoflague gimmick after she won, very fun. Also 49th Victor for her truthers haha

Also like the last name for the M.Morphling :^)

[doublegoblin]

Man, Astarion got the short end of the stick as far as good endings go.

So I was on a walk and talking with the partner about BG3 (because good gamer very fun) with an emphasis on how the (arguably) poster boy of the game really kinda got screwed over.

This is going to involve some VERY HEAVY spoilers for the game so I will be putting the rest under the cut petals~

So I won't go too in depth because time on earth is limited and I'd rather not write an entire dissertation so I'll try and keep this brief and to the point. Also this is only going over the "good" endings for the Origin characters.

So huzzah you defeated the Nether Brain! Good job Tav or Whoever! We are all bathing in the setting sunlight! Oh no! Astarion no longer has his tadpole and is burning in the sun! Aaaaand he's ran off.

Wait what?

Yeah here's my issue with this ending. Everyone else, while maybe a tragic ending (see Karlach), gets one that is full of some hope at least! You have Shart overcoming her brainwashing and learning to live for herself. Lae'zel going off to fight a fascistic lich-queen, Wyll out of his contract (without DYING) and finally being able to tell his dad the truth, Gale no longer worried about the bomb in his chest and fufilling his (shitty fucked up) misson to Mythra, Karlach is in Avernus again yes but she isn't alone (either with you or Wyll) and is taking charge of her own life, Halsin saved the shadow-cursed lands and reunites with his best friend, Jaheira reunited with Minsc who is no longer a statue! Hells even Durge gets something nice in becoming their own person!

And poor Astarion, like I know you can't cure vampirism (I could go on how there should have been a counterpart to the ascended ending for him where maybe not cure but help), runs away and becomes alone again (unless you romance him but c'mon man that won't be everyone's play-through) losing all the connections and found family he has made. Like this guy was juuuuust on the cusp of having something he hadn't had in over 200 years, friends and some positive influences in his life and it is snatched away.

Like I thought I did something WRONG when that scene started playing! And like, yes, he is wasn't the greatest of guys when you meet up but can you blame him? Like this man has had to endure 200 years of no true freewill of his own, his body literally being puppeteered by the whims of his Pimp. He became a monster to survive. Does this make up for his past deeds though? Hells fucking no. But, like, he was on the road to not redemption but rehabilitation.

Idk like I said I want to keep this short but damn, he is the ONE character to not have an ending with even a crumb of hope.

ALSO WE CAN JUST STAY IN BALDUR'S GATE AND HIT HIM UP, WE KNOW WHERE HE LIVED! Also like, you've made good with the Guild, you can have that favor and figure out where the guy is...just so he doesn't have to lose the few people who he may care about.

Okay okay now I'm good. Trust me though, THIS is short compared to the thoughts I was having and very loudly proclaiming on our walk. I know a lot of the nuance is being lost by keeping this short but yeah. Bleh, they did my stupid sexy vampire dirty and he earned a smidge of hope imo.

[understandableparadox]

Curse of strahd dm grindset routine

i wake up after sleeping 8 hours upside down, need to know how it feels for the flying mammellian homies

first things first, my phone plays the extended batty rap from fern gully then Toxic love from the same movie, alternating so i can get the twin extremes, the music exhilarates me.

I have the gym and hit fifty BLEH BLEH BLEH!'s in a row, fifty standing coffin rises, fifty hiding my face from the sun with my clock, the blood is pumping, hit me up BS'ers... (blood suckers)

after my work out, i hit the showers and sit curled up, attempting to fathom living hundreds of years with my mistakes, letting the water be cold as ice so i know how the homies feel.

time to put in the work, i study the dragnacarter curse of strahd reloaded, interactive tome of strahd, van richtens guide to ravenloft and the original curse of strahd at the same time while, i have forced myself to sprout an additional four eyes to keep up.

Follow absoloutly none of it and write whatever the fuck i wanted to do anyways while sneakily stealing the cool shit from whatever book im reading through. the mind is Sharp.

Blair 80s music as i go through it all and make it properly 80s themed, i dont wear my thick legging because i live in texas and that may kill me.

spend 10 hours figureing out how i can psychologically fuck with my players while stareing at a david bowie poster i drew lil fangs on, gygax may have hated women but he was right about one thing... its us vs them. and im here to Lose baby, im training to lose so fucking hard.

i end the day practicing my shocked face when the players use the overpowered item i gave them to defeat my boss encounter i worked way to hard on, fifty reps of course, cant let the body think that just because the suns down its time to power down.

[katsushika-division]

Touya's Thoughts on Suginami Division

Ryuko Umemoto

“Hm? Is this?” Touya tilts his head at the photo of the ex-yakuza member. “Ah! It is!” Touya’s eyes brightened as he recognized Ryuko. “He’s Ryu-chan!  He animates one of my favorite shows! Pretty Cutie! I'm a big fan~! I even used to fight the other prisoners to watch it on the communal TV. Oh, I'm so excited right now~! Do you think Ryu-chan is willing to sign my posters?” 

Maki Umemoto

“Oh, Maki-sensei! I take his class online!” Touya giggles. “He always makes class so interesting even though he goes off about the government sometimes during class. It really makes you wanna do something. I would but I can't.” Touya taps his neck. “I do one wrong thing and splat! I’m on the floor headless. I need my head ya know? Teehee~.” Touya pouts. “Now, I just wish he’d stop making me read those books with all those big words in them. I don't even know what they mean most of the time.”

Shuu Edogawa

“Oh, it's Shuu-chan! Did you know we have similar tastes in fashion? Our first meeting happened at Empty Candy, and I saw looking through all the outfits. He looked so cute, ya know~? I just knew I had to talk to him. I was fully dressed up like a girl, too, so he wouldn't recognize me. So, I introduced myself as “Momoka” and we started talking about all sorts of things. Did you know he's a fan of Pretty Cutie too?” Touya paused. “Our second meeting could've gone…better though. He was in Katsushika for a case when I saw him. So I started following him, and he didn't even notice me trailing him. I’m really good at stalking people, so I'm not surprised he didn't notice.” Touya hummed. “Anyway~. The person he was looking into apparently didn't like Shuu-chan was following him around and decided that he was gonna teach Shuu-chan a lesson for it.” Touya’s face twisted into a deranged smile. “So I threw my knife at the big meanie’s shoulder, and you should've heard him scream! It was funny! Shame he pulled the knife out and ran off. I wanted to play with him more. Shuu-chan was so surprised that when I stepped out in front of him that he screamed and passed out. So I dragged him back to his agency and left him on the couch. I wonder if he thinks what happened was a dream. Touya giggled. “Also…” Touya leaned forward, making a shushing motion with his hand. “Don't tell Shuu-chan, but sometimes I follow him around the divisions if he has a case. He still hasn't noticed me. I wonder how long I can go before he does. Hehehe~!” 

Sazanka Zombeez

“I don't know much about flowers but I like the group's name! They're like zombies coming to eat our brains! Bleh!  ...Did they make a mistake with their spelling though? I'm pretty sure that is not how you spell the word. I could be wrong though my spelling isn't the best.”

[deliciouspirateangel]

random thoughts on the first two eps of cruel summer s2 dont spoilers open inside

so im watching with my sister of course and we also rewatched s1 together and wow. we were going back over summaries of the show that were like "two sides to the story, who will you believe?" as if we were ever supposed to be on jeanette's side. the thought is sooo laughable its sad

anyway in that same vein we're also both automatically for isabella and against megan (bc you have to choose sides you cant like two characters at once duh) like isabella has been in town for 6.3 seconds and megan already hates her and is also snooping thru her stuff like ??? get a grip get a life and get over it

and then my sister asked me which character i thought would have the unnecessary gay subplot this season and now we're scared its gonna be megan lmao. that one shot with the fireworks and the song playing and megan staring at isabella had us like uh oh

bc my god that gay relationship was the least necessary subplot of the first season it was so bad. not that it needs to be relevant but they treated it like it was lmao. and the mallory/kate thing was fine but so rushed so idk these writers dont do justice to queer. id rather be spared

the "twist" of the first ep was something we saw coming a mile away lmao. youre supposed to think isabella is dead and i was like "if she is dead then no she's not it's her twin sister" and then it showed that missing persons poster with the person torn off and my sister was like "i bet its the guy friend" and i was like ooh yeah you're right it's the guy friend

and then they unzip the body bag and are like "it's guy friend" and we were immediately like no tf it's not let me see the body!! so idk why the dad would lie or misidentify the body maybe they wanted to save money on special effects so they didnt show it but we still think something is fishy idk

and since me and my sister share one brain cell we both got the idea that isabella is like brenda song's character in stuck in the suburbs. if you dont understand then idk what to tell you </3 basically she's just hyping up her life but its mostly a lie idk

and omg the bullshit about that video was so gross. again one brain cell after the first ep we were like "you couldnt even see the person in the video i bet it wasnt even her!" well surprise

and isabella taking the blame anyway bc megan could lose her scholarship and get suspended from school like ??? why should this involve the school ewww and of COURSE misogyny and misogynoir and of course no one can say or do shit to the boy in the video bc his daddy owns half the town bleh

even a year later when she's in college like the whole town still believes this lie that could ruin isabella like ??? yall just tell omg. i think they at least mentioned the fact that she was underage and that constitutes as cp but goddamn no one in shows ever cares

like literally the guy's dad who owns half the town couldve spoken up like "i know my son isnt going to get in trouble for any of this so i dont think the girl in the video should either" but no lets get the whole town to hate her

i think the dad killed his son idk thats my guess

the show isnt great but at least its fun lol what do YOU guys think is gonna happen this season??? hmu

[penned-cbarbosa]

Case of the Ex | Thomeste

Featuring: @thomas-meier , Celeste, Shay & Sasha, and...bleh, Jordan Time Frame: Early July, 2023 Location: NYC, NY Notes: The only notable sour note on Celeste’s book tour.

Celeste

Celeste's book tour around the US had been successful, fun and a little bit exhausting thus far. Still, it felt nice to have the tour going well and her family traveling along with her. They even had the opportunity to get together with Thomas's family in Ottawa, in between her tour dates in Detroit and Columbus. Now, they were in New York City for a date that had been anticipated to be a one of the larger turnouts. Being on Broadway at a Barnes & Noble, the signing had been planned to accommodate a large turnout. Security was hired to help manage the crowd, a table had been set up for Celeste, her publicist and her husband. A pack-n-play was arranged directly behind them for the twins if she and/or Thomas wasn't actively holding either or both girls, and a large banner with Crisis on Jupiter's book cover printed on it served as a backdrop to the space designated for the signings and meet & greet. Fiddling with a felt pen, Celeste gave a friendly glance to the robust, waiting line and then leaned over to suggest to Thomas, "While we're here, we should see if there's tickets to see Moulin Rouge."

Thomas

To say Thomas loved accompanying Celeste on her book tour was an understatement. He loved traveling with her and seeing the enthusiasm her fans had for her work. The feeling was mutual. Ever since Thomas read her books on the island, he was a fan of Celeste’s work. And getting to read Crisis early was just a perk of being her husband. Bringing the whole family was amazing. The girls didn’t have to be away from Celeste. He didn’t have to be away from her. She didn’t have to feel homesick. It was just win after win. His parents were also happy with the arrangement, and insisted the girls stay at their house for the night so he and Celeste could have some alone time. They also just wanted a chance to have the girls. He didn’t blame them. “We absolutely should. Juni and Chris know we are in town. I let her know a few weeks back, but they may have forgotten because they’re so busy,” he said. But he absolutely wanted to support their friend’s show. “The girls are being so good today. I’m pretty sure they think all the fans are here to see them,” he laughed. “I also think I spotted an old Meier Islanders jersey in the crowd. That thing is a relic.” He had been traded from New York to Ottawa way back when he was twenty-eight.

Celeste

Grinning, Celeste said, "Oh, good! It'd be nice to see them both while we're here. And little Atlas, too." He and the twins were only two months apart so she was glad that they were all growing up together. She looked back to the girls who were playing with teething toys and babbling amongst themselves; the sight made Celeste's heart melt. But she laughed with Thomas, "Mini superstars, hm?" She squeezed his hand and then looked over as her publicist got up to let the nearby security and bookstore staff know that they were ready to start. Celeste was all smiles again though as her brows raised, "Really? I love that. If they ask for a pic with you, are you gonna take one?" She loved that Thomas had someone who was there to see him too. Knowing that he'd had a long hockey career, she was all too happy to see that there may have been some crossover in the people who liked and supported what the two of them did. 

Sure enough though, people were being invited to approach the table in small clusters at a time, giving Celeste an opportunity to not only sign books and book posters but to briefly converse with those who had been waiting in line. She thanked each and every one of them and had her publicist take pictures with the fans who wanted one with her.

Thomas

“Yes, it will! We did promise that we would have play dates with the kids when they’re older. And now that the girls are getting more aware of their bodies and each other, it’s more fun to see them with other babies,” Thomas grinned. He loved how the girls played with each other and had little conversations. “They’re just like their mummy.” Thomas squeezed Celeste’s hand back and prepared for the rush of fans who were there to meet her. Seeing them dressed up was even fun for him. Because he knew the characters, he knew who the cosplayers were dressed up as. “If they ask for a photo or autograph, I will happily give one,” he grinned. 

Thomas mostly sat back and played the role of the supportive husband, which is exactly what he signed up for. He loved being there for Celeste. For their part, the girls were mostly quiet. At one point, Sasha got fussy, so he picked her up and made sure she had a pacifier. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Mummy is working,” he told her quietly. As he comforted the baby, he heard some people let out an ‘aww’.

Celeste

"That's right, and with the three of them being close to one, it'll be so cute to see how they all interact with each other." Atlas was only two months older than the twins--less than that. She smiled at the thought and it grew a bit more when she felt Thomas squeeze her hand back. After leaning over and pecking his cheek, she told him, "I love you." There was a lot behind that; not only was it true each and every day, but she'd said it for him being exactly who he was--kind, giving, sweet, supportive, an amazing father... so many things that she felt incredibly lucky to be around in this one, beautiful person. 

She signed, greeted each person, asked them their name and thanked them for coming and for reading the Saturn's Rings books. Some of the conversations were a little longer than others, and she'd smiled through each photo requested, but she enjoyed all of it. With those who cosplayed their iteration of some of the characters--Vega being the most popular, of course--Celeste asked them if she could take their picture. She absolutely loved all of the creativity and interpretations people envisioned and brought to life and it made her that much more excited for the plans she'd previously discussed with Chris. During the signings, she heard one of the girls fussing a bit and only briefly glanced back as Thomas tended to their daughter. The outfit on the little girl told her it was Sasha but Celeste was hardly fazed, knowing that their daddy was right there for them. The reaction from those nearby in the line made her grin to herself as she finished off her signature on the inside of a book, closed it and handed it back to the reader with a, "Thank you again for coming!" 

About an hour had gone by and there had still been a number of people in line. She asked for a small break and her publicist handed over a water bottle. She got up while taking a sip and went to check on her family, resting a hand on Thomas. "The writer's cramp is real!" she laughed.

Thomas

“I always love seeing the girls try to play with other babies at the park. It will be even better to get them playing with Atlas,” Thomas smiled widely. “I love you, too, babe.” He truly meant the words every time he said them. Celeste was everything he wanted. She was the perfect partner for him. 

Thomas loved how enthusiastic Celeste got when she saw people dressed as Vega. Every single Vega was clearly them, but was also the cosplayer’s interpretation of them. It was so cool to him, and thought it must have been so inspiring to his wife. 

Thomas was leaning over the pack and play to keep the girls entertained when Celeste took a short break. “Hi, babe! Oh, I’m sure. I have never signed that many things at once. I can only imagine how much your hand is cramping up. We aren’t being distracting, right? I’m trying to keep them calm and quiet. I also think Miss Shay needs a diaper change.” He scrunched his nose and reached for the diaper bag. “I can take her.”

Celeste

Celeste continued to enjoy the signing but was thankful for the break. She straightened and flexed her fingers multiple times and then sipped down some more water. "I'm just thankful I can write my stories on a computer. Remember when I was writing parts of it in my notebooks back on the island?" She shook her head, smiling a bit and then rubbed her hand affectionately on Thomas's arm. 

When asked about them being a distraction, she wasted no time telling her husband, "No, no, you guys are fine. You've been wonderful and so have our little ladybugs." But she did catch a whiff of Shay's diaper and chuckled a little through her own wrinkled nose. "Thank you, babe." After playfully teasing Shay a bit with a silly face and a quiet, "Whew-wee, little girl!" making Shay giggle. She then reached in the play pen for Sasha and held her while her publicist spoke to her for a bit. And when it was time to get back to finishing the signing, Celeste placed Sasha back in the playpen with a kiss to her head and settled back in her chair. 

Everything continued smoothly from there. Celeste saw the fan with Thomas's old jersey which made her grin as they nervously but giddily spoke to him and asked for a picture and for him to sign the jersey. The line was thinning out at that point and Celeste was finishing a note inside the hardback copy of her book for someone; as she handed the book  back though, someone amongst the last few people in line caught her eye, making her do a double-take. Her smile faltered but she plastered on a courteous smile and thanked them again. As soon as they walked away, she reached a hand under the table to squeeze Thomas's thigh while learning over to whisper to him, "Babe. Am I losing it or is Jordan in the signing line?"

Thomas

Thomas chuckled at the memory. “Of course I remember that,” he smiled. “You brought that notebook with you all over the island. Especially before we were able to sleep in the bungalows. It really made me laugh, some of the moments that would make you pull it out. The things that inspired you,” he said. Of all the things he hated about the island, he was so grateful for his time there.

 “They really are being good. I’m very impressed by them.” Thomas whisked Shay off to the bathroom to change her. When he came back, Celeste was wrapping up her break. 

The hockey fan who came to the signing was incredibly nice. Thomas reminisced with him about his time on Long Island and his favourite place to get a bagel - which was luckily still around. And he happily signed the jersey and took a picture with the man. Thomas wasn’t so focused on all of Celeste’s fans until she squeezed his thigh. “Hm?” He looked up and sure as hell, it was his ex. Jordan tried to hide himself, wearing a baseball cap, but Thomas would know the man anywhere. He had been with him for a decade. “It’s him,” he said through gritted teeth. Then he gestured for Celeste’s publicist to come over. “I’m just warning you that this could get ugly,” he said. Thomas didn’t want to create a scene by having Jordan tossed out, but he also didn’t want him there. At all. Especially with the girls right there.

Celeste

"I never knew when the moment will strike, so I stayed ready," Celeste grinned. Once they had access to the bungalows though, she remembered enjoying more of the amenities and more comfortable cuddles st bedtime with Thomas. 

"They've got their daddy's patience," she noted as he took Shay away to change her diaper. It may have seemed like a random and unusual time to think it but Celeste really did feel like the luckiest person on the planet, having Thomas in her life as her husband and partner. 

She kept grinning to herself, multi-tasking through a couple other signings while the Islanders fan conversed with Thomas. But after noticing Jordan, she struggled a bit to keep her composure. Celeste did her best though and listened to Thomas and her publicist's hushed words. As the current fan sauntered away from the table, Celeste's publicist lifted a palm to the security guard at the front of the line, giving the universal "stop/wait" gesture. Celeste lowered her voice to let her publicist know that Thomas's ex was in line and singled him out with the baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. She'd already told her publicist before about the exchange on Instagram. Her publicist then asked the couple, "What do you want to do? If we end the signing this close to the end, that's sure to get some grumbling from the few still waiting. It's not many people though so it would likely blow over pretty easily. I can have security remove him immediately but I don't know him well enough to know if he'll cause a scene in the process." Celeste didn't know either and couldn't help looking to Thomas as her publicist added, "But... Since he's at the end of the line, we could also continue as though we're unaware and see what he wants?"

Celeste could tell that the last option was what her publicist was in favor of. And while she could see the merit in it, professionally speaking, she couldn’t help feeling unsettled that the man went from popping into her DMs to now showing up here. Was he going to show up in San Francisco next? What did he want? she thought with notable alarm racing through her mind. With her eyes moving from her publicist to her husband, she whispered, "Maybe we should do that. Whatever he's up to, there would be fewer people possibly involved if we let these last ten or so people get through the signing." But she then shifted her gaze to her publicist, "But if we do that, I want one of the security guards to stay closer by the girls. Now."

Thomas

“I know,” Thomas smiled. He loved how prepared she was. Celeste was determined to finish her book, island or not. Now, it was printed and in the hands of readers. “And I don’t know about patience. Just each other!” He knew how important his own twin was to him as they grew up.

Thomas was grateful for the publicity’s presence. She helped to keep things going, and in this case, she was able to temporarily bring things to a halt while they decided what to do about Jordan. It wasn’t ideal for him to stay through the end of the signings, but at least he hadn’t started anything. He left the decision up to Celeste. If it were just him, he would have tossed his ex out himself. “That is true. I don’t want him to disrupt the rest of your signing,” he whispered back. “Security near the girls. And make sure nobody else got in line,” he told the publicist. Thomas scooted a little closer to Celeste as the line dwindled. Soon enough, Jordan was at the front, book in hand. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Thomas asked, scowling at the man he once loved. 

“Calm down, Tom. I just couldn’t pass up the chance to meet your lovely wife,” Jordan said, trying to be charming. “You’ll still sign it, won’t you?” He asked Celeste. Then he leaned closer to her. “Blink twice if he’s being overbearing. Didn’t I tell you about him being controlling? And now he’s going around the country with you on a book tour, not even letting you meet fans by yourself. A bit suspicious.”

Celeste

"Well you're usually more patient than me. Or at least you keep a level head far more than I do." She was glad that Shay and Sasha had each other though and believed that their relationship with each other would be special. 

With the presence of Jordan at the signing though, Celeste could feel herself tensing and knew it was no different for Thomas. She listened to him as the 3 of them discussed how to approach and when he gave additional instructions to her publicist, Celeste nodded in agreement. And when Jordan approached the table, Celeste face went stony. She wouldn't pretend to be courteous to the man who was basically stalking them in her eyes. 

When Thomas spoke up, she waited to hear Jordan's answer, since she was wondering the exact same thing. The compliment to her landed sourly on Celeste's ears. Not once the entire tour had she been so reluctant about signing her own book. And as much as she wanted to to write, "Get fucked by a cactus, Jordan," with her signature underneath, she knew better. While just signing her name in the corner of the inner page, Celeste rolled her eyes rather than blinking a deadpan expression to her husband's ex. "You sure as hell could have passed up the chance at meeting me.  I don't have any interest in meeting you. You're being dense for who knows what reason other than to flaunt how much of a life you don't have. And not that either of us owe you anything--least of all an explanation, but I wanted my family with me." She shut the book with a finality that matched her voice and slid it to him. "Now take your book and leave."

Thomas

What Celeste had said about Thomas being more levelheaded than she was pretty much went out the window when his ex-husband approached her and starting talking about him as if he wasn’t even there. But Thomas was proud as hell that Celeste told him off and to take take the book and leave. “Celeste is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. If she didn’t want me here, I would be at home with our children. Now, you heard her. Get fucked, Jordan.”

Jordan let out a huff and looked at Thomas. “You sure were quick to get remarried and have kids weren’t you? Just to spite me and get out of paying alimony.” 

Thomas stood up and put his hands on the table. “You had to get to me through my wife just because you’re upset about money? So fucking desperate. Go find yourself another rich man to leech dry. And leave. My. Family. Alone. Or you’ll be served with a protection order.” Thomas locked eyes with a security guard. If Jordan didn’t leave on his own, Thomas would make sure he was thrown out.

Celeste

Celeste fought a snort when Thomas told him to get fucked. But the moment Jordan tried to undermine their relationship and their family, reducing it to some sort of ploy on Thomas's part, Celeste narrowed her eyes into icy glares.

If looks could kill, Jordan would be a pillar of bitter ashes. 

"There it is," Celeste mused, disgusted with Jordan. "So this is all about the money you're not getting anymore." She didn't ask the other man. It was just so obviously stated by Jordan himself. She shook her head and backed her chair up, standing up and placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. One of the security guards stepped closer to Jordan, hovering near him as Celeste said, "If you wanna leave without a scene, or at least with some semblance of dignity intact, Jordan? I suggest you listen to him. Now turn around, and go." She pointed her free index in the direction of the bookstore's double doors. "Right fucking now."

Thomas

“Oh, don’t act so high and mighty, Tommy,” Jordan said. “As if you have never done anything bad in your life,” he rolled his eyes. Jordan knew all his secrets. He put his hands up for just a moment when Celeste told him to leave with dignity. “Fine. Just know that he’ll do the same thing to do,” Jordan said and turned to leave. 

Thomas was grateful for Celeste putting her hand on his shoulder. It was like she was keeping him grounded when all he wanted to do was punch Jordan in the face. Once his ex was gone, he looked over at his wife and put his hand on hers. “I’m so fucking sorry. I will get in touch with my lawyer.”

Celeste

There was plenty that Celeste wanted to say to Jordan but she kept her mouth shut, especially when he finally turned and left. She'd wished she could shoot daggers from her eyes. If she could, Jordan's back would resemble a well-used dart board. 

As soon as Jordan was gone, Celeste met Thomas's eyes and gently squeezed her hand on his shoulder. "You've got nothing to apologize for, babe. He's the one acting like a damn creep. I wonder if he's related to that she-devil Donna."  Her head shook while she drew in a deep breath. And then she tilted her chin up to kiss his cheek. "But getting in touch with your lawyer sounds like a good idea. And I'll talk to my publicist and see what we can do regarding the remainder of the tour, and keeping him blocked on my social media accounts." Thankfully m, the book tour was nearly done though and they would be back home soon. She looked to the line which currently stood empty, and then looked back to the girls who looked like they were only a few blinks away from dozing off for a nap. Giving Thomas another gentle squeeze, she said, "I think we're just about done here. Do you want to go with me to get some coffee or a late lunch after this?'

Thomas

Thomas could see the look in his wife’s eyes. He was certain Jordan would be a dead man if she were able to shoot lasers from her eyes. “At least he has proven that he hasn’t changed one bit since we got divorced.” He grinned a little at the kiss to his cheek. “I will see what we can do about keeping him away from you and the girls. That is all I care about. Keeping you three safe.” He kissed the side of Celeste’s head and sighed. This was the last thing he wanted. Jordan was supposed to be out of his life for good. He cut all ties for a reason. “We will clear up our things and let the nice bookstore employees know we are done. Lunch sounds good. And a stiff drink.”

Celeste

"He needs to stay away from all of us. That includes you." Were she not at a work event, she probably would've been more provoked crossing paths with Jordan. But she leaned into her husband's side to comfort him and after hugging her arms around his middle for a bit and listening to him, she nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. A great idea, actually." She slipped away from his side, preparing to let her publicist know that they were done for the day. She signed a few extra copies with generic messages and left those at the checkout desk with one of the clerks, and then helped Thomas transfer the girls into their stroller so the playpen could be packed up. Her publicist took care of the signage and went to speak with the manager and thank them. Celeste would do the same on their way out but for the time being, her focus, like Thomas's, had been on their family. And probably lunch and a good drink.