#was caused by an inability to feel responsible for her. because hes never been in that caretaker/surrogate parent role like louis has

[kindaorangey]

sorry to say but the maker-fledgling/parent-child relationship dynamics make DM so much juicier. and i don't mean that in a kinky way in the slightest i mean it's insane to be adamant about never having a child for 500 years, break that vow on a whim and then be a deadbeat dad for a bit. and also on the more lighthearted and sappy side of things it's really interesting for a dying man in his 70s to be given another shot at life, with eternity ahead of him and the power of an ancient in his veins to inherit over the course of that eternity. idk idk! it's just neat.

[dreamingumbrellas]

why tua s1 is a masterpiece and 2-4 give me a migraine

i gotta use my english degree for something so lets talk about it

i’d like to note beforehand, that i’ve only seen about half of season 4. but given everything i’ve heard about it, i’ve decided to avoid watching it for my own mental wellbeing. i really haven’t enjoyed the last three seasons much, mostly i’ve been dredging through because of how much i love season 1. it feels painfully like seasons 1 and seasons 2-4 are for completely different fucking shows–particularly in tone.

i think tua season 1 attracted attention to its unique themes that are lost in the rest of the series. the primary themes are of trauma and dysfunctional family dynamics. it’s a story about seven severely abused siblings learning to cope with their trauma and reconnect as adults. season 1’s tone is somber. it shows us glimpses of the characters’ childhoods, and how it affects them in their adult lives. the characters in season 1 were, most importantly, flawed! they were assholes, because trauma turns people into assholes sometimes! 

you can directly trace back the siblings’ character flaws to the shit reggie put them through. Luther was the golden boy, which put too much responsibility on his shoulders and isolated him from his siblings. As a result, Luther is ultra-loyal to his dead father, in obvious denial of the abuse he endured because he was never able to form an identity for himself outside of reggie and the academy! he is the only one that never moved on. and then reggie turned luther into (for lack of a better term) a giant monkey without his consent, causing him to hate himself and even further alienate himself from the rest of the world. 

diego never left the ‘number 2’ headspace. he fights with luther even into adulthood. despite how much he claims to hate his father, he became a vigilante likely as an effort to finally be good enough for his dad. and lets not forget (unlike the writers) about his stutter–something that formed in childhood and came back as an adult when he was triggered with memories of his childhood. he’s inherently defensive because reginald pit the siblings against one another constantly.

allison is a narcissist–though, when we meet her in season 1, she’s more of a narcissist in recovery. she’s recognized how her childhood affected her and wants to become a better person to make up for the mistakes of her past. what mistakes again? well, she used her powers on her daughter because 1. she was never told no. reggie encouraged the usage of her powers, and the household where she grew up was violent, manipulative, and competitive. she had no sense of real normalcy, so she never learned how to build a happy, healthy family for her daughter. to cope with her trauma, she clung to her fame–this is shown both in adulthood and childhood flashbacks–leading her to become a movie star, and not accept her own faults.

klaus, well, klaus is the most obvious example of trauma. mostly due to reggie forcing his powers on him when he was a young childhood. locking him in a mausoleum for hours on end. he became a drug addict as a result. living on the streets, in and out of rehab, and stealing for money. we see him struggle constantly throughout season 1–through his interactions with ghosts (when its very possible he wouldn’t have developed such a fear of them if it weren’t for reggie), with flashbacks to his childhood and (later) to the vietnam war. his inability to take things seriously and his self-destructive behavior are both coping mechanisms. his siblings don’t trust him because of his lying and kleptomaniac tendencies.

five is a character whose development is utterly abandoned after season 1. he was only thirteen years old when he accidentally travelled in time to the apocalypse, where he remained for 45 years. i remind you of this because the writers won’t. he survived those years for his family! because he felt immeasurable guilt for leaving them! he was so lonely for these years that he developed a romantic attachment to a mannequin (something only referenced for a joke in later seasons). he was in an extremely vulnerable position when he was recruited by the handler (a character who was very creepy in her own right) and he was forced to use his childhood ‘superhero’ skillset to essentially become an assassin, a job he loathed himself for. all so he could have a chance to save his family. five is cocky, sarcastic, and yes, wants to save the world, but we forget that he wanted to save his family first. he was willing to sacrifice the world if it meant saving his siblings. and even once he returns to the present, he experiences ptsd flashbacks to his time in the apocalypse. five is severely traumatized and stuck between childhood and adulthood, has lived for far too long and has done too many terrible things to be a child, but is stuck in a childs body and never got the chance to emotionally mature past the age of 13. this in no way resembles the five we get in later seasons.

in season 1, ben is a tragedy. he is the character that haunts the narrative (literally). his death was the reason the family split up. he experienced an incredibly traumatic childhood, forced to slaughter people against his will. all so that he could die tragically young (we’ll get into his cause of death later). he’s stuck following klaus around for years, unable to interact with anyone else. he watched his brother deteriorate in front of him with no way to help. he’s angry about his death and sometimes takes out his frustrations on klaus. but at the same time, he was ‘the kindest’ of all the siblings. he cares deeply about his family, but can’t do anything about it.

i think it’s easy to forget that the initial focus of the show was viktor. viktor, who was told how unremarkable he was again and again. who was isolated not just from the world but from his own family as well. who was drugged up from an incredibly young age and forced to ignore his emotions. yes, the umbrella academy was abusive. but being isolated from his siblings was just another form of abuse. he grew up to resent his family on a lot of levels, writing his book as a method to vent his frustrations but only ended up in driving his siblings further away. viktor went through a lot of shit in season 1, and resulted in him ending the world. but did his family kill him? no. because that was the point of the entire show. that despite their trauma and how much they might resent one another, the siblings still loved each other more than the rest of the world put together. 

everything ive outlined are the elements that make up season 1, and are almost entirely forgotten about later. but by losing the integrity of the characters, they lost the narrative. the point of the umbrella academy was never saving the world–it was about a broken family reconciling with one another despite everything. these points of trauma are taken seriously. it was the complexity of these characters, at least in my opinion, that attracted attention towards them. and sure, we didn’t love every character all the time. remember how much luther was hated in season 1? but it’s because he was realistic. these characters, and the shit they went through, weren’t a joke. and the season ended off in a way that forshadowed these elements being explored more in depth. remember how it ended?

with the seven siblings holding hands as the world exploded around them. and for only a few seconds, we saw them transform back into their child selves.

now, this plot point (whatever it might have been) was instantly cancelled and forgotten about in season 2. but it really makes you think about the season we could have gotten: the characters being forced back into their childhood, having to confront the root of their trauma and essentially, all their problems. they could look back at what happened to them with a mature perspective and worked through it, realizing that they were not each other’s enemies. they could have made up for lost time, helped eachother heal, and ultimately prevent the apocalpyse by being family. you know, something that would have actually wrapped up the narrative nicely.

so, what happened?

the shows original themes of trauma, and repentance, and family were abandoned in favor of humor and spectacle. it seems like the creators misinterpreted what made the first season so successful. sure, the first season had a lot of funny moments and great fight scenes. but it was the emotional depth and complexity that made the show what it was. but worse than that, it continued to spit in the faces of the characters trauma, downplaying it in almost every way possible.

klaus’ relapses were played for comedy. his fear of ghosts was drastically downplayed with the use of cartoonish ghost-buster ass looking ghosts. five’s ptsd was never acknowledged again; his coping mechanism, dolores, became a joke. luther lost all character complexity entirely, instead becoming a himbo (who we love, but, still). viktor rarely brought up the feelings from his childhood, and nobody acknowledged his tell-all book again.

one of the things that infuriated me the most was the incorporation of reginald in later seasons. lets remind ourselves of some things: he purchased seven children, treated them like objects without names, trained them tirelessly and deprived them of a childhood, traumatized them by turning them into murderers, pitted them against one another, and literally tortured them. and that’s only the things we see him do on screen. you cannot convince me for a second that any of the siblings would ever be able to be the same room as that man without having serious flashbacks. I don’t believe for one second that they’d work with him, trust him, or empathize with him in any capacity (except maybe luther) except they do, consistently. even five, who is easily the smartest member of the academy, and extremely protective of his siblings.

and- LEST WE FUCKING DISREGARD- reginald MURDERED ben.

the moment that happened on screen felt like the last shovel of dirt on tua 1’s grave. supposedly all the siblings REMEMBERED this incident in seasons 1-3. and yet they went to their fathers funeral, spoke to him (relatively) civilly, and teamed up with him after seeing for themselves their father shoot their brother in the back of the head for seemingly no reason. not only did they apparently not hold this against their father, but they never mentioned it once in three seasons.

and yes, i know, there is a very simple reason for this. it was obviously made up at the last moment for plot convenience. but the implications for this being retconned in are damning for the characters. by writing this in, the writers decided that the siblings commitment to one another is meaningless. that the foundations upon which this show was created, are fucking meaningless. they threw away not only the individual complexity of each character, but also their relationship as a family.

[777gojosgf]

YOU’RE THE RISK, I’M GONNA TAKE IT

777GOJOSGF IS TYPING…

777gojosgf: anxious!reader x satoru gojo

IN WHERE :: reader is sick of the situationship and wants something serious.

a/n: thanks for the 100 followers <3 (yes this is inspired by risk - gracie abrams)

"watch this be the wrong thing, classic," you informed shoko on the phone as you paced around your apartment, trying not to get lost in your thoughts. she responded with a gentle chuckle, telling you not to worry so much and that there is probably a reason why your relationship hasn't been fully established yet.

"i’m not sure why you overthink so much, y/n. the guy is clearly attracted you, and i’ve never seen him pay attention to anyone like he does to you. perhaps you should just tell him?” shoko calmed you, but before you could respond, she informed you that she needed to go work on her research project. with a hasty goodbye, you hang up the phone and throw it on your bed.

you have known satoru gojo for years, having become friends when you were both students at jujutsu high. however, as adults, you had succumbed to his foolish attractions. it was no lie that he felt something for you as well, but because you knew his habits and how he was in the past, you didn't believe him. you weren't sure if it was anxiousness or a true inability to believe him. in any case, you desperately required clarification.

but, you just couldn’t get yourself to ask him. not when you could lose the bond you two have right now and maybe it is too soon to make this something official?

god, even now, you wake up in the middle of the night with thoughts racing through your head. it feels wrong not to have him by your side. even though he is. but it doesn't feel like he is. not when you couldn't call him yours and he most likely hadn't considered you his yet.

the notification sound from your phone caused you to stop thinking and avert your sight to it. you walked over to your bed, pulled up your phone, and viewed the notification from the devil himself. you sigh and quickly turn off your phone, collapsing on your bed. was it time to inform him? you did not feel comfortable going out with him without knowing what he thought of you.

fine, you needed encouragement and affirmation, and you weren't ashamed to say so. because, to be fair, all humans do it in some manner, right?

but why was it so hard to tell him that? to ask him how he feels and if he wishes for you to be the only person he talks to, goes out on dates with— god.

these thoughts made you feel like a teenager again, and the thought itself made you laugh. perhaps there wasn't much of a difference between your teens and twenties. yes, you have adult duties now, but you will always feel like a sixteen-year-old.

it didn't take long until your phone rang and your eyes widened. again, you reached for your phone and realised it was he who had called. maybe he was wondering why you didn't respond. you unconsciously picked up the phone and waited for him to speak, but there was no answer on the other end of the line, so you managed to say a brief hello.

"ah, there she is. i guess no one kidnapped you after all?" he asked humorously, and you swore you could almost hear him with a smile on his face. in response, you simply rolled your eyes. "can't go without my reply for five minutes, satoru?" you responded teasingly, understanding how to play his games on himself, but it generally left you defeated.

“what can i say, i missed you.”

he missed you?

if he missed you surely there must be the possibility that he then certainly thought about you the way you did about him, right? or maybe he didn’t mean it like that at all, perhaps he didn’t have anything else to do so—

"was that too much or did they finally come and get you?" he attempted to jest, but the uneasiness of his prior statement was too obvious. you mentally swore at yourself for overthinking. "no. no— it's okay."

“no to it being much or it’s okay that they got you, y/n?”

you let out a quick laugh, “no to it being too much, you idiot. i kind of missed you too.”

“kind of?”

“fine. i missed you. but— there is something that i need to talk to you about before i lose my mind and do something that is so utterly stupid.” you managed to drawl out with much relief that you were able to get it out of your system to at least tell him that there was something going on.

“what’s wrong, y/n?” his voice laced with worry and you could hear him sitting upright, making you shake your head.

“it’s nothing serious— well it sort of is, but not life threatening or anything. i just… can i see you?”

not long after that, you heard a knock on your door. you stood up from your bed, took a quick peek in the mirror to fix your hair, and dashed over to the door. you drew a breath before opening the door to discover a satoru gojo resting against the door frame. one hand casually in his pocket, a smug smirk on his face.

"you came." you exhaled out, but it was more for yourself than for him. to ensure that you obtain answers rather than falling for his charms and being unable to tell him what had been drowning you for the previous week.

“you called.” with that he let himself in and you closed the door behind him and leaned against it. he sneaked a quick glance at your apartment before turning around to face you but not before reaching out for your hand. “alright. talk to me, pretty. what’s going on in that head of yours?”

okay.

fuck.

maybe you weren’t all that prepared to tell him yet.

“hey. look at me.” he whispered and placed his thumb underneath your chin forcing you to look up at him. his eyes met yours and you could see the slight worry still swarm in them. that is what finally made you open your mouth.

“okay. it’s just— i need to know, satoru.”

“know what?”

“what you want. or more, who you want. and if it’s me— or someone else or that it is only me or if you have someone else out there too. i just— i want to know. okay?” you rambled and hated it that it came out the way you said it as you clearly had it planned out all differently in your head. you were embarrassed to meet his glance but he still made you look at him.

his eyebrows raised slightly before a confused look was drawn on his face. “you think that there’s someone else?”

“well. i just feel like i don’t really know what’s going on and that definitely isn’t entirely your fault or anything but— i don’t know okay. i like you, satoru. i really, really like you and i just want to know now whether you like me or not before i fall so hard for you that you will resent—“

you were cut off by him planting his lips on yours. it started out soft and sweet before you kissed him back with more anticipation. he smiled against your lips before letting go of you and taking back a few steps. “you drive me insane, you know?”

“i am unable to put into words how i feel about you, y/n. even hearing you say this pains me because it means that i haven’t showed you enough how much i care for you and about you.” he confessed warily, his hand anxiously going through his hair.

you moved a couple steps closer and leaned into him. "hey— don't blame yourself. i just tend to overthink things and want to be certain." you whispered and cupped his face, similar to when he made you to look at him. you had an adorable grin on your face and kissed him tenderly, to which he replied in kind.

"i really, really like you too." he spoke decisively, almost proudly, and you swear your heart was nearly bursting through your chest.

"so…. does this mean that we…" you trailed off teasingly, a playful expression in your eyes, and he simply grinned in response before nodding and bending down to whisper in your ear.

“you’re mine, y/n.”

[bloodiedrogue]

I saw requests are kind of opened and I have to ask for something with Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep (quite a mouthful, ain't he?)

Like, perhaps Gale and Tav just cooking together and Tara being around and just... a sweet domestic moment?

MEASURE WITH YOUR HEART

SUMMARY: Gale is horrified when you try to improve upon his family's recipe.

PAIRING: Gale Dekarios & Gender Neutral Reader

WORD COUNT: 592

WARNINGS: None unless you count going against the recipe book as sacrilegious or something.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I read domestic Gale and blacked out for a second. (Also unedited because I am lazy!)

MASTERLIST

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You see a stray finger dip into the pot in front of you. There and gone in an instant, it makes you sigh and close your eyes, taking a moment to listen to the rapid footsteps of a grown man racing across the floor, followed by the screech of a nearby chair. 

“You know I’m fully capable of making dinner without a second opinion, right?”

Looking smugly towards the dinner table, you see Gale nonchalantly reading a book, his eyes flickering to meet your gaze as if he wasn’t just hovering at your side. “I never said that you couldn’t?” he says, pretending to be confused. 

“You didn’t have to. I see that grubby little fingerprint of yours in my soup.” 

While motioning towards your creation, Gale sighs and sets his book down, watching as you narrow your eyes, a soft pout pushing through your lips. 

Immediately, it forces him to push out his chair and move towards your frame, slotting himself against your back with a soft grin that presses against your cheek. “You’re imagining things, dear. I was merely reading my book over there the whole time.” 

You roll your eyes, feeling him grip your hips, pulling your attention away from the soup just long enough so that he can steal a kiss as well as dip his finger in all over again, causing you to scoff through a grin as he laughs.

“You wicked wizard. I should starve you.” 

He licks the tip of his finger, narrowing his eyes as he smacks together his lips. “Hm, is that coriander?” 

You open your mouth to respond but ultimately huff, shaking your head at your partner’s inability to relax in the kitchen. 

“Wouldn’t think to put coriander in it but—“

“You hate it.” 

“I don’t hate it.” 

“But you don’t like it.” 

Picking up your wooden spoon, you begin to stir your less-than-perfect soup to distract yourself; rolling your eyes as Gale begins to go on some long-winded discussion about the recipe you’re currently making. Telling you how, traditionally, it’s made with equal parts cumin and oregano and not bloody coriander because the combination of the two aforementioned spices is the reason the soup is so good in the first place. 

It makes you groan in response, prompting a chuckle to escape Tara as she rubs her fur against your leg.

“Ignore Mr. Dekarios,” she coos, pressing her head against your bare ankle. “He’s just not used to people fiddling with his mother’s recipes.” 

You bite back a smirk and look towards him, watching his brows push together in annoyance as he gently kicks Tara away, earning himself a loud hiss.  

“You’re well aware that this recipe has been in the Dekarios family for generations, right?” he says, jostling you about as he dodges one of Tara’s swipes. “It isn’t just my mother’s recipe. It is a tried and true tested piece of knowledge that has served only the best amongst my clan.” 

You can’t help but let out a dry laugh, craning your head back to rest against his shoulder, feeling his arms tighten around you. “That doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.”

Pinching your sides, he gives you a stern look. “But it does mean such a feat can be difficult.” 

“I’m sure it’s not that hard,” you argue then, planting a soft kiss to his neck before leaning forward again to reach for the spice rack, measuring out a few unlisted items with your heart as Gale watches in horror, trying his best to let you have this moment. 

[stoneagedevil]

Her Song | Eddie Munson x f!reader

TW/CW: slight mention of sexual activity.

You’d wondered if accepting the responsibility of opening for one of your favorite bands was worth it anymore. A choice that had initially had you choking on butterflies of excitement now left you remorseful and regretful.

Not regretful for who’ve you met and the wonderful opportunities you’ve had along the way, but regretful for who’ve you made angry. It’s not like you were there first anyways.

Chrissy was.

Chrissy Cunningham. America’s newest skinny, tan, blonde model. She had a body sculpted by the Gods, and Eddie’s sultry lyrics in his greatest hit was a constant reminder of that. Despite the fact that they broken up, you’d felt as if she never really left. The riffs to her song were ingrained in the strings of his beloved guitar, “Sweetheart,” and you’d been left wondering if you’d feel better after stealing it and replacing the strings yourself. His vocal cords and soft lips danced in harmony, performing “Midnight Blondie” night after night.

It was a song about their unbridled passion in the bedroom. All of her perfections, her taste, her eyes, her everything.

And you’d have to listen to it. You. Not a model, but a musician. Not perfect, but rough around the edges. No sleek hair, but wild and spiky. Not perfect makeup where it should be, all the sweat and emotion of performing had always left your lipstick smeared, cheeks flushed, and eye makeup running. Not a body fit for modeling, your tattoos would all be in the way. You were her opposite, and of course you were. You didn’t have a song.

But little known to Eddie, he had a million. A lot of the material you performed with your band “H/C and the Banshees” was inspired by your inability to tear your heart shaped eyes away from your rockstar boyfriend. You felt like a pathetic puppy, and your bandmates started to take notice.

“Y/N, why don’t you just talk to him? Tell him that he needs to retire that song. We’re all sick of hearing it y’know.” F/N said. At their voice, you startled, moving your somber eyes to look at your friend.

“Because. I can’t.” It had been something you’d been trying to come to terms with. “I see the comments his fans leave. They miss that good girl and bad boy vibe from Chrissy and Eddie. I came into the picture and now I wish I hadn’t.” A tear rolled down your cheek as your throat closed up and nose burned. “I-I just can’t.” You ferociously wiped your tears away, not one to normally cry. Especially not in front of others.

“Dude, it doesn’t matter what the ‘fans’ think.” They emphasized with finger quotes, “if those cretins actually support him then they’d want him to be with someone who makes him happy, and you know there’s more support than hate out there. You’re a match made in Heaven. Or Hell, whichever you prefer.” They sat beside you backstage, rubbing your back gently. The soothing gesture almost made you cry more.

“I can’t….now……but, maybe I will soon.” Is all you could really say. You couldn’t voice that you weren’t sure if you were the one that truly made him happy. Not like she did.

“You can do it. I’ve never doubted you in my life, and I’m not starting now.” They smiled warmly at you, causing the corners of your lips to pluck up a bit.

“Yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes playfully, smiling a little wider.

But it still didn’t reach your eyes.

-

The concert was over, and after chilling in the dressing rooms backstage and getting a bite to eat at the best rated restaurant nearby, you’d have to pile into your tour bus and head to the next destination, where within another beautiful theater, you’d have to listen to that damn song you hated with your whole being.

In order to kickstart the rest of the night, you set off for your dressing room, hoping the sooner you got there, the sooner you could eat and leave another “Midnight Blondie” tainted venue. Perhaps it was a mistake to do so, as the minute you shut the door that had your name plastered on it, you broke down once more.

It’s not like you were jealous. No, jealously would imply that you had competition, and you felt you stood no chance against a literal supermodel. You kicked over your chair and plummeted onto the velvet couch sat against the wall.

The door suddenly bursted open with a palpable excitable energy.

“Hey sweets! Holy shit. It was crazy out there. Did you hear them cheering? They were louder than the last….crowd……sweets?” All at once, Eddie’s boisterous nature had left like a spirit leaving the dead. “Honey, what’s wrong?” His eyebrows morphed into that of concern, and he rushed to the couch, to you. Wrapping his arm around you, trying to comfort you, but it truly only made it feel worse.

“Yeah Eddie. I heard.” You said shortly, your voice dripping with sadness as your face dripped with tears. “You did great.” You tried to walk back the initial anger you felt. It wasn’t his fault.

“Sweetheart, tell me what’s the matter. Did you get heckled or something?” He craned his neck to meet your eyes with his. You’d began to wonder if he had some sort of superpower held within those chocolate eyes. Every gaze of concern was like a truth serum shot, and you’d give in every time.

Well almost.

“Nothing. I’m fine. I’m just, like, homesick or whatever.” That was obviously a lie. You didn’t really have a home. He looked at you with that, ‘really?’ expression. Yes. Really.

“Look, I know I’m not exactly a genius, but I think I can tell when my girlfriend is lying.” He smiled softly in an attempt to make you smile back.

Suddenly, you exploded. “Eddie. I hate that song you always sing.” Instantly, you felt rotten.

He was obviously taken aback at this. What song? Which of them didn’t you like? His fans loved a lot of them, and while he had a flop every now and then, what artist didn’t?

“Think about it.” You encouraged snidely, seeing the thoughts fizzle out.

And then the gears in his head started turning. The pieces to the puzzle started falling into place.

Ever since you guys got together and started touring, your music would get progressively more angry. Of course it always had an edge, your voice was one of the first things he fell in love with, but lately it was just different. He assumed you were just trying out a new sound, but you strained your voice as if your heart was strained just the same. You’d be happy up until the crowd’s cries for encores. And when he gave into the crowd, he’d notice that post-performance euphoria dissipate.

It was Chrissy’s song. And holy shit. He was a fucking idiot.

“I-I’m sorry! Shit. I fucked up.” He panicked, more to himself, “I fucked up bad. Y/N I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” How could he be so stupid? His current girlfriend’s band opened for his, and then she’d have to sit through his whole concert until he sang a song dedicated to his ex. More so his ex’s body. He felt slimey.

“It’s okay, I just-“

“No! It’s not! Y/N you mean so much to me. I’ve never met anyone like you before. To be honest, I’ve written like a shit ton of songs about you. About everything about you. But I never play them because I’m afraid you won’t like them. They need to be perfect because you’re so fucking perfect.” He looked absolutely desperate now.

“But I’m not her.” You looked so deeply into his eyes when you said those words, his heart felt like thin ice you were carefully walking across. He’d let you down.

“And I never want you to be. I’m with you now, and I’m with you for a reason.”

Your heart stopped for a second, you’re sure of that. “Do you really mean that? I just feel like everyone wishes you were still with her.”

“Are you kidding?! Fuck them. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Never have, never will. Well, except you.” He added, smiling, and you laughed in response. He held you tighter. “Y/N, I’m never playing that song again. It doesn’t mean anything to me. You’re worth more to me than cheers from a crowd. I’d rather hear the whole world go silent.”

Jesus. You were a sucker for Eddie Munson. And how could you not be when he said shit like that?

“You’re a dork. I love you.” You rolled your eyes, sniffling slightly. What else could you say? You were speechless. More of a singer than a talker.

“And I love you more. So guess what? I’m going to write the best fucking love song ever dedicated to you. It’ll make everyone have heart attacks with how romantic it is.” He held your shoulders in his hands, pushing you away from him in order to make eye contact, assuring that his word is truth.

And it was.

[gnomey22]

Mother!Erica AU

Also known as, an alternate universe concept for Failtopia where Chat latches onto Erica as their parental figure, instead of Failboat.

First, let's establish how this would happen. My personal headcanon, for why Chat sees Failboat as their father in canon, is that the Darkest Lord's explosion in the Otherworld is what brought them into existence, and they deem Failboat as responsible for that (They can never know it was actually Smuk who dealt the final blow).

So, in this universe, it isn't Failboat who takes the credit for landing the final hit on the Darkest Lord and causing the explosion, it's Erica. Let's say this happens because Failboat gets too nervous to lie to the media, and Erica does it for him. Little does she know, a thousand-faced space creature will discover the report where she claimed this, and take that to mean she's their mother.

They attempt to hunt her down after finding this out, just like they do with Failboat in canon, but they're even less successful, because Erica's constantly on the move with her parties, and just like in canon, she and Failboat join The Incident with no Chat in sight. Chat pulls the same stunt they do in canon, joining the team themselves, but it's still after their parent's been kidnapped.

Up until the ROTF squad is kidnapped, the only change in this AU is that Bill does not take up the Cat class, he takes up the Cleric class, as another of my headcanons is that he was only a Cat by Chat's suggestion, akin to Failboat, but here, it's akin to Erica.

When they are kidnapped, and Chat finally meets their parent in the dungeon, Erica is not responsive to it at all. She's spent so long being a caretaking support class, the absolute last thing she wants is a child to have to take care of, let alone someone as danger-happy as Chat. They annoy her, yes, but she'd also never forgive herself if she let them get hurt under her parenting. She's already scarred enough from the carnage of her past parties.

However, she does feel sympathy for Chat's current caretaker, Bo. As much as she tries to stay hands-off with her "parenting", for the moment, she does spend a decent amount of time helping the woman take care of Chat, simply due to how generally uncontrollable they are. She's nice, Bo. One of the more patient and understanding people in this party. Someone she might be able to trust.

Then, they get out of the dungeon, and after their faces are saved, Bo asks her out to the garden. It's not a date, she's been going on Outings with the kids all day, it's purely a platonic bonding activity, but then she admits her secret, at the garden. Erica has an overwhelmingly positive reaction to it, and since they've already built up a friendship, that's the push Bo needs to actually ask her out. Erica hesitates, and the worried thought that this makes her way more of a parent to Chat now crosses her mind, but she accepts anyways.

So, she's spending a lot more time around Chat now, and as much as she won't admit it to their face, she grows some amount of affection for them. She doesn't go out of her way to spend time with them like Failboat does, but she does end up supervising them much more often, and she eventually realises that, underneath the cannonfire and inability to function like a person, they have a good heart.

Specifically, I think she'd come around on them a lot more when she inevitably catches The Illness, and Chat inevitably tries to cure her with mayonnaise to the forehead, which still miraculously works. There's nothing Erica appreciates more, at this stage in her life, than someone who's willing to step up and the support the party in her place, and unexpectedly, Chat does fulfil that role for her.

Eventually, all of this culminates in a different formation for the A-Team in the final battle against the Darkest Lord - Failboat pushes for Chat to take his place, as he thinks Erica and Chat deserve to fight together, and they're both capable enough for that plan to work. Erica, upon questioning, will always say she agreed because it meant Failboat led the remainder of the party instead of her, but the truth is rather obvious, that she wanted to spend this time with Chat. Battling is one of the only ways she shows affection, after all.

[unnecessaryrants]

“he was just a kid” who held onto grief extremely for way too long. I understand WHYY his life is shit and he wanted to cling onto the ONLY good people and things he had in his life. but he NEEDED to let go it was not only hurting him but he was actively hurting the ppl around him for a goal that was never really for him not really. madara manipulated bro into this happy ideal that his plan was gonna bring rin back and make everyone this bigggg happy family but to keep chasing such a dream as a grown man is INSANE. yes he was manipulated and more I get it to my core. but the one thing that man needed was to heal. tremendously he never let go that made him highly susceptible to madara and because of his inability? it led to a lot of destruction broken bonds and more.

because of his ability to not let go? he started that entire thing with the nine tailed beast, the Naruto sealing!! him fighting with Minato all that! he caused that for a plan that was not going to go the way madara made it sound!! madara manipulated the incident by making obito show up where kakashis hand is already through her chest instead of letting him be there for when she threw herself in front of it. initially? madara is responsible but obito never growing out of that? allowing madara to do so for the sake of not being able to let go. caused a lot of destruction in his wake. so yeah he was a kid and manipulated i very much feel for obito but what rin was already going through? he forced that same situation onto another child (Naruto) for the sake of what? a girl? he still put ppl at risk and ended a lot of lives in his wake and caused a lot of wars and that’s fucked up. BUT I do get it. obito shouldn’t have gone through like ANY of the bullshit he went through I really get it but him being a child and holding onto that for soooo long destroying ppl in his and madaras stead. is still very fucked up. he killed his sensei, minatos wife and doomed their child. like I don’t hate obito I just think things should’ve been different I wish things were better for him. I just don’t think his life and struggles serve as an excuse to bring the world to the pits of hell over not only a girl but because he was alone.

but nobody never really taught him better. nobody really gave him proper guidance some love or anything besides Team Minato. and I completely understand wanting to cling onto that for the rest of ur life the one time your shown that ur cared for in some facet being taught to work with others in a group being friendly caring finally not being alone etc. but all of that was over when rin died. he blindly never thought about kakashi or Minato in the name of love and reviving rin, UNTIL he had that epiphany later on. look I don’t hate him I forgive him but god do I wish things were completely different for him. and yes he 100% should’ve served time if he didn’t pass away because none of his life is excusable for the things he’s done. even with an apology that epiphany and everything he definitely should’ve served time if he was still alive. he definitely still could’ve been forgiven and redeemed because he did finally come to that realization. I understand him a lot he’s well written morally fucked and gray that man was a tortured spirit who rlly wanted nothing but love in his life but at what cost? i love the complexities of his character. his life wasn’t right he was hurting he needed something someone, he was born into a very fucked up society and that’s why I love Naruto. the villains are more than that they are fucked up but they don’t wanna be they didn’t ask to be here.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

always always thinking about your post that was like “normal has a very high threshold for being loved that is nearly impossible to meet and he will do *anything* to feel validated” and then today in the discord during the part where willy reveals it could’ve been either normal or scary, will said “willy fucked up normal would burn the entire world down for the tiniest crumb of validation” and just. screaming screaming forever about this boy’s inability to ever feel loved enough, he is every webweaving post about always devouring and never feeling full from love, this boy is RAVENOUS and it’s hard to understand how the oak good-boy morality can even supersede that, he has every trait imaginable to become a villain and it feels like the only thing preventing that is the desire to be good, bc tbh I don’t think he wants to be good more than he wants to be loved

SORRY FOR TAKING ALMOST TWO FUCKING WEEKS TO ANSWER THIS ANON!

Eheh, firstly *thank you* because this message is very sweet and made me extremely happy. The post you’re talking about took a good while to write and came with a lot of anxiety so it’s very nice to hear that you’ve kept fragments of it with you, I really do appreciate that!!! 💜

I’d debated for a bit on answering this privately to be honest with you, as not every fire I’ve sparked is one whose flames I wish to fan, so to speak, but everything you wrote is just so on-point and well-articulated that I couldn’t resist. Otherwise. *Ahem*. I know it's very very silly to respond to a response about an essay with what is essentially another essay, but you see, in thinking of how to answer your message, I got a little caught amongst many other things that have been on my mind... And I've seen some takes that have annoyed me for one reason or another and couldn't decide how to address those and. Well. Ultimately I decided that the stuff I wanted to talk about was connected *enough* to the stuff brought up in your message (as well as in my original post) that I could put it all together, soooooooo if you'll entertain me rambling once more~

Let's start by saying that, I recently saw a take going around stating that “Scary’s internal issues caused her external issues while Normal’s external issues caused his internal issues” (among a number of other statements that I frankly found pretty questionable), and I must say, for reasons that I hope to explain, I disagree with this assertion on both accounts!

In Scary’s case, this statement completely erases and undermines the trauma of her dad walking out, and what that does not only to her confidence and sense of self-worth, but to her relationship with her mother as well. And the degree of the impact of this external trauma on her internal view towards and treatment of herself is clear as day just by looking at the stark contrast between Terri and Scary. Scary (Terri) is someone who once had confidence in herself and could find validation and motivation internally, most recently evidenced by Terri's words of encouragement to Scary whilst under beacon of hope:

But then her dad leaves, and things get harder at home, and Scary starts to fight with her mom (her mom who she once called her best friend!!!), and she starts to feel worthless and unlovable- something that only gets worse with time as Willy alienates her from the rest of the group, case in point with this revealing exchange:  

No one’s told her they’re proud of her in a long time (sound familiar??),

her teachers at school shut her down when she tries to speak her mind or otherwise dismiss her behavior as “acting out” seemingly without any sort of intervention or attempt to actually check in with her,

[the above teen fact is from episode 31]

Only then, in response to her diminished sense of self-worth does she begin to cut herself off from the rest of the world and from her former self, most importantly quitting soccer (which we know matters a lot to her!),

and those things leave her even more vulnerable and supportless and ashamed. Not to mention all the mixed emotions she must feel when Terry walks into the picture, between actually liking him but not being able to see his love as genuine due to her relationship with her bio dad and all the frustration and shame she must feel as a result.

This is not to claim that Scary’s internal struggles do not inform a lot of what happens to her and the people around her over the run of the season- of course they do! (In fact some of the later things mentioned above are examples of that- I guess I got a bit carried away). But Scary’s major internal struggles that affect her throughout the course of the adventure are preceded by a slew of important external events that negatively affect her psyche and are in many cases out of her control. Scary’s internal struggles did not originate in a vacuum, and I absolutely would not say that they “caused” the bulk of what she has been through.

Unlike Scary, Norm’s excessive dependency on external validation to feel like he’s worth anything begins when he is very young. [Emphasis on “excessive” here, since obviously everyone requires validation from others to some degree, the point being just that this trait is so very pronounced in Normal and, as I argued a bit in the post anon is referring to, usually the most important factor informing his courses of action, superseding (but not implying the absence of) any desire to be good and help those around him. Will’s statement (the one which anon quotes) seems to corroborate this.] We know that things go so far back from Sparrow’s account in episode 17:

It’s important that this is about Normal’s kindergarten experiences too, because it tells us that Normal’s predominant internal issues go back farther than this and hence were not caused in and of themselves by his peers- instead being perhaps more fundamental to who he is as a person.

This is not to say that external events do not exacerbate the state of Normal’s psyche. In his youth most notably, we can infer that he interpreted Hero’s treatment (which of course he did not understand at the time to be her training) as favoritism, and I think it’s pretty clear by this point that his resentment of her is tied to the degradation of self-esteem that he experienced as a result.

Then of course there is the dance. Sparrow’s words to Normal during the dance obviously consist of a very pivotal moment for Norm within the context of the season, but I think it’s important to remember and not erase the fact that Normal’s internal issues with validation do not begin at the dance, as established in the kindergarten case but also further exemplified by Norm’s primary motive in becoming the school’s mascot in the first place (to get everybody to like him). I think it’s important to remember this in part since it informs so much of Normal’s reaction to what his father has to say, immediately afterwards but also throughout the whole rest of the season. No kid wants to hear that their parent isn’t proud of them, but the severity of the response to this sort of statement is going to vary drastically depending on the person, and in Norm’s case, given his natural disposition, it’s devastating. [and I swear there’s a teen talk moment where Will says basically this but I can’t find it for the life of me rn damn it lol maybe I’ll edit in the clip later if I do]

Of course in this specific case, one can still mostly say that the problem stems from outside of Normal, and that his preexisting issues exacerbate his response but are definitely not the cause of it. Outside of this instance, however, this is not always true! In fact, Normal’s excessive dependency on external validation and related rejection sensitivity (negatively) inform a large amount of his interactions with those around him, particularly Lincoln and Taylor (imagine me underlining “Taylor” several times as I say this). Truthfully that’s a whole ramble on its own, but with respect to more recent events, I have to admit that I was genuinely quite irked to find a lot of people blaming Taylor and Lincoln for Norm’s response to their uh. mech shenanigans in episode 37, choosing to frame this as an act of moral failing or even malice on their part, rather than a reflection of Normal’s own issues and room for growth. Lincoln and Taylor were simply focused on the mission at hand, and there was no good reason realistically speaking to have expected them to be aware of Normal’s emotional state at that point in time (or in general, to be aware of the jealousy their bonding moments evoke within Norm- particularly when Normal consistently fails to communicate and address those emotions with them in a manner that is direct and not passive-aggressive). Lincoln in particular is very clearly stated as not even having fun in that moment, very understandably being focused instead on the fact that his friend Scary is around his father, who he just witnessed, you know, murder someone. This is not an instance of the world going against Norm for no good reason other than to put him through it, this is a very clear example of Normal’s internal issues affecting the way he perceives external events in a manner that is not actually very reflective of the reality of the situation, and which of course feeds in further to his cycle of self-loathing (and I won’t go into it here since I sort of did in the post anon is responding to- but Normal’s negative reaction to Lincoln breaking the pick to gain Scary’s trust is another important example of this [tbh all the more so now coupled with the hypocrisy of how he handles the anchor in Goofs but that’s a tangent]). As aforementioned, Norm also struggles a good chunk of the time to actually explain his feelings in a manner that is direct and does not rely on blaming others for not picking up on his dejection, as exemplified in how this discussion goes with Lincoln in the most recent episode:

The treatment from fandom of this whole instance being reflective of a reoccurring issue I tend to have with a large chunk of the fandom, wherein the collective memory of canon tends towards getting warped to account for Norm’s mental state. Sometimes that’s hailing him as some morally-perfect, emotional reincarnate of Henry (as though the pride layer didn’t happen, as though Goofs didn’t happen, as though all of Norm’s relationship with Taylor isn’t what it is- …I feel like I should stop implying stuff about the significance Taylor and Norm’s relationship and not elaborating but it really is an essay in and of itself LOL), other times it’s just downright turning everyone around Normal into a villain, a persistent phenomenon which I sort of illustrated in the above example but also touched upon in an earlier essay (arguing that despite the fandom’s quick jump to villainize him- Lincoln breaking the guitar pick would prove to be an act of love). Sparrow also takes a good brunt of the damage from this. Sparrow saying he’s not proud of Normal gets turned into Sparrow not loving Normal (despite an abundance of proof in canon to the contrary), his apology for what he said and the support he shows for Norm in light of his alternative plan on dealing with the Doodler are completely ignored by most of the fandom, as are any other demonstrations of emotional availability and shows of growth that he displays throughout the course of the season, and the true motives behind Sparrow’s insistence on Normal living a “normal” life- to protect him from the childhood that he but also that Hero had to undergo- is somehow framed as Sparrow actually holding some kind of favoritism for Hero. It’s as though there is a complete inability on a larger scale within the fandom to see Sparrow as separate character outside of the filter of Norm’s emotions, and the other teens (including Hermie) get a similar if less pronounced treatment.

[Actually, I would argue that to some degree all of the kiddads except Terry (and Lark since he’s not officially a dad) tend to be perceived and criticized predominantly through the noise of their respective child’s emotions/behavior. In Grant’s case, Lincoln 1. spends a good part of the earlier half of the season asserting that his dads are the best dads in the world despite everything going on and 2. has a very unfortunate tendency to compartmentalize and push down his negative emotions as much as possible- in typical Wilson fashion- so the complexity and severity of Lincoln’s issues with his dad generally go understated, and only now that Lincoln has begun to be more vocal and upfront about his issues has some of Grant’s parenting finally begun to come under fire, and even then mostly only his more recent transgressions. In Taylor’s case, Taylor’s emotional security/stability and general fondness for his dad mean that Nicky is being hailed by many people as “the best dad” where in fact Nicky- while certainly helping the teens out in many ways and perhaps even acting as a friend to them- has done just about jack shit for Taylor as a *father*, and really if Taylor has anyone to thank for being as well-adjusted as he is now, it’s definitely his mom! But I digress.]

Normal and Scary are very similar, but the way fandom treats them is very different. People (mostly) seem to be able to acknowledge that Scary, in spite of her mistakes and flaws, is a scared, tired kid with a good heart who is capable and deserving of love. In Normal’s case, I just can’t seem to shake the impression that the fandom (in general) would rather strip Norm of all the things that make his character complex, and nuanced, and flawed, reducing him to an utterly uninteresting husk of a character before depicting him as anything other than a perfect goody-two-shoes who has never hurt anybody in his entire life or daring to acknowledge the fact that “Normal has been through a lot, is hurt, and deserves a good support system and emotional validation” and “Normal can at many times be his own worst enemy, sometimes makes mistakes that affect those around him, and has room to grow emotionally” are notions that can and should coexist. Or at least, that's my two cents on the matter.

[thekatebridgerton]

Speaking of Absolute favorite tropes, here's another one that I can't get enough of: the fight and flight trope

the male lead says or does something irrecoverably bad, so hurtful and inexcusable that the female lead decides then and there that she's got no choice: she has to leave him. ( I blame Jane Eyre and Maria Von trapp for my fixation with this trope) because not only does she leave him, no, she leaves in secret, ostensibly to spare herself the pain of a goodbye. But we all know it's because she would either kill him or fall into his arms if she faced him... And so the female lead dissapears.

Our male lead then comes to his senses, ready to make amends, but she's gone, and for maximum amount of trauma, he can't find her anywhere. The ensuring prideful groveling and pathetically apologetic humblling of the male lead is and will always the part I love the most about this trope! And I will gleefully encourage anyone who writes it.

So here we go with the aus:

Polin

Realizing that she's been compromised in the carriage and not really wanting to ruin Colin's life with Lady Whistledown's reputation after all the hurtful things he said about her life work. Penelope refuses Colin's proposal Infront of her family and on the same day she leaves for the countryside without telling anyone. He's too dangerous for her piece of mind and she would rather be alone than married to him just to protect herself from the ton's retaliation on LW. Colin naturally goes absolutely feral looking for Penelope, HIS WIFE (Colin she rejected the proposal), the woman who has never left Mayfair where he could get her, his Penelope! How dare she leave him, when he does find her, he refuses to leave her alone even in the bathroom and rests at nothing to have Penelope inlove with him again! He will convince her he's marrying her for love! (Colin is a closet Jekyll and Hyde just waiting for Penelope to give him a reason to let out the unhinged psychopath he's got inside and you can't convince me otherwise) charming Colin my grass

Kanthony

Instead of watching Anthony wed Edwina, after their last fight, Kate decides to make good on her promise and return to India, devastated by Anthony's inability to take responsibility for the hurt he's caused her. Finding out that Kate has dissapeared, a furious Edwina blames Anthony for the destruction of her relationship with her sister and cancels the wedding. This is how Anthony finds out that Kate has decided to return to the Maharaj court without telling him. And he absolutely drops everything and heads to India to confess his love and bring her back . ( He grovels and he grovels a lot)

Benophie

She definitely should have left him after they slept together and she did in aofag. Because Benedict never proposed an arrangement that would leave her feeling like she didn't just sell her dignity for love. But instead of getting caught by anyone, Sophie manages to escape to a seaside town where nobody knows her. She realizes she's pregnant with Charlie and fearing that Benedict could use the child as an excuse to set her up as his mistress, and refusing to give her baby the life she led as a nobleman by blows. Sophie decides to not return to Benedict and simply pretend to be a widow and raise her son alone. Some years later traveler Colin stumbles upon a widowed seamstress who looks eerily like the missing maid his grieving brother can't stop painting. The seamstress has a child that's the spitting image of Gregory as a babe and soon, Benedict is knocking on Sophie's door and refusing to leave untill she agrees to listen to his apologetic soul ( I'm pretty sure he'd cry if she didn't listen to his apology and give him a second chance, he looks like a crybaby)

Honorable mention: Philoise

In tspwl She left him for an entire afternoon after a bad fight, she wasn't even far, she was literally in the estate next door, with her brother but Phillip was ready to pretty much die if he didn't find her at Benedict's. He was a mess of a person as soon as the thought of Eloise leaving him appeared in his head. If Eloise left him Phillip would apologize to her so much he'd turn into a ghost of a man and fall into a spiral of anxiety and depression until she took him back.

Anyway that the tea

[justauthoring]

alexithymia [commission piece]

*alexithymia: the inability to express your feelings

a/n: this is a commission piece that a i did for a lovely follower!  please make sure to send in any commission ideas you might have. rules for commissions can be found here

The problem with the Nogitsune possessing Stiles was that he knew exactly how to get under your skin.

And even though you knew that it wasn’t Stiles, that Stiles would never have done that you – probably die before he’d ever utter the words the Nogitsune had, the words had still cut deep. It still felt like a knife stabbing you through the chest, impaling your heart, and leaving you a broken mess that was beyond fixing. 

Being part of the pack and being friends with Scott and Stiles, meant that you were no stranger to the supernatural. It both surprised you and almost disappointed you that half of the events that happened to you and your friends barely seemed to phase you anymore. After all you've experienced and gone through, first Scott getting bit and then finding out about hunters, kanimas, and more, it all became a little shocking and a little more normal. This was your life, a daily occurrence, and you found yourself numb to so much that a normal teenage girl should never be. That, really, no one ever should be.

Yet, Stiles had been your constant through it all.

People got hurt, people had died, your friends had died – so much had happened. So much pain and fear and agony and everything that fell in between all that. But Stiles was always there, always the same, a shoulder to lean on, a person to confide in. You loved all your friends, you cherished and cared for all of them, but falling in love with Stiles; having him reciprocate those feelings? That. That was what mattered. That is what made everything just a little bit more bearable, a little bit more normal. He was there when you were scared, and even if he wasn't a werewolf, he still gave his all to protect you. He made you laugh, and he made you feel safe, and he was there when you'd cry or when you just didn't want to be alone.

Losing that--Stiles--had broken you.

He doesn’t love you, you know?

He never cared about you.

What are you compared to her?

Eyes clenched shut, you ignore the words that try to leak in, that try to echo themselves as reminders. You don’t want to hear them, you don’t care anymore – so you do what you’ve done for the past month to avoid it and tip your head back, let the burning sensation run through you as you down the rest of whatever mix of alcohol had been poured in your cup. Half of the time you weren’t even aware of what you were ingesting into your body, but you also didn’t really care anymore. The alcohol made everything dull, a lukewarm comfort that allowed you to focus on other things like partying and wasting away, instead of the nogitsune, instead of the supernatural, instead of losing Allison, and most importantly, instead of Stiles..

Because that’s what you did now – waste away.

The girl you were before didn’t exist. The old you would’ve spent what free time you had studying, trying to keep up your grades while balancing the supernatural and basically, saving Beacon Hills repeatedly. The you now drank, smoked, partied and repeated. The you now didn’t talk to Scott or Lydia or Stiles.

The you now wasn’t dating Stiles either.

Feeling an arm wrap around your waist, skin against skin, pulls you from your jumbled thoughts. The music from the party fades back into your senses, the sudden banging of the beat causing your head to ache in response. There’s a pair of lips next to your ear, whispering something and it takes you half a second to realize who it even is.

“Hey baby.”

You turn to meet the familiar pair of brown eyes, for a moment mistaking those eyes for Stiles', a flash of his warm, inviting and albeit goofy face flashing in your mind, before you blink and he’s gone.

“Jake,” you call, head tilting.

“Why’re you here all by yourself?” He asks, pouting. “Why don’t we dance?”

You shake your head, squirming in his grasp. “Don’t wanna.”

He blinks and the pout turns into a frown, eyes hardening as he huffs. “Well, I do.”

He all but lifts you up. Jakes never really cared about what you’ve wanted anyways, so you don’t know why you’re surprised either way. He drags you like you’re nothing more than a ragdoll to him, pulling you into the mix of the crowd where you instantly feel the heat from everybody dancing and sweating around you. There's bodies everywhere, at every inch of you, leaving no room to breathe as the music pounds loudly, as if inside your own head, making everything a blurred mess. You groan as Jake pulls you closer to him by the waist, your mind lolling and your vision blurring as he jerks you too fast – without a single consideration to the fact that you’re very much intoxicated now.

Moving your arms to his shoulders so you have something to support yourself on, you turn your head, trying to blink through the flashing lights and mass of bodies surrounding you.

Until something familiar catches your eye.

You think you’re imagining it at first, almost positive you are. You see his face everywhere enough when you’re sober, so it’d make sense that drunk off your ass wouldn’t be any different. But as you blink, once, twice, Stiles’ face from the crowd doesn’t disappear. Instead he steadily grows closer, and you recognize the panicked, almost desperate look on his face as he pushes his way through the crowd. You barely notice Scott behind him, too focused on Stiles – because this was the first time you’ve seen him in weeks.

Having dated him, you knew his schedule perfectly. You knew your friends’ schedule too. It was easy to avoid them, especially since you’ve barely been going to school anyways.

And yet, here he is.

Right in front of you.

It takes you a moment to realize that Stiles has now seen you too, and his eyes have locked directly onto your own.

You’re nothing to him.

You watch as the recognition sinks in, eyes widening, lips parting; his hand moves to slap Scott in the chest at the fact that, finally, they’ve managed to find you. 

You never were anything to him.

Eyes clenched shut, you whimper at the words that echo in your mind. They never fade, they never go away – but seeing him so close… Everything suddenly feels so much worse than it ever has; there’s an ache that builds in your chest that makes you feel like you can’t breathe. A suffocating, horrifying feeling as you remember that day, the words the nogitsune–Stiles–had said to you all whilst he stood at the other end of the room.

Too close.

You’re not the least bit excited to see either of them – especially Stiles.

“Shit,” you mumble, voice cracking in distress as you step back, pulling at the grip Jake has on you. It doesn’t take him long to sense your discomfort, brows furrowed in confusion as you pull from him desperately, eyes wild as you glance around for some sort of escape route. And even though realistically, you’d known you couldn’t avoid them forever, you also weren’t ready to face them. Not Lydia, or Scott and especially not Stiles.

Not Stiles.

Jake, baffled at your complete change in attitude, shakes his head in confusion, not being able to understand what was happening. “Babe, what’s the–”

“Let go!” It’s a screaming cry as you see Stiles gaining on you, getting closer, your voice muffled underneath the loud base of music that thumps and bounces off the walls but Jake hears you all the same. You’ve ripped your arm away from him, pushing him back and he stumbles on his own two feet as you turn without hesitation, pushing your way through the crowd.

“Hey, Y/N! Get back–where are you going!”

He moves to chase after you, face twisted into an expression of anger at your complete dismissal of him; but suddenly there’s a hand pressed against his chest, pushing him back. Jake pauses at the small pinch in the grip, glancing down to see what he swears is a set of claws on his chest, before his eyes flicker up to see none other than; “McCall?”

Said boy smiles sheepishly at him, just as a blurred figure rushes past him, “hey, Jake.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

-

It feels as if you can’t breathe, even as the fresh air hits you like a slap to the face.

You’d run until you made it out of the house, pushing and weaving your way through masses of bodies that didn’t care for you and your distress. Everyone was none the wiser, even as you heaved in panic, and the second you made it outside, your footsteps halted, a hand pressing against your chest where you could practically feel your heart pounding madly against it. You wheeze as you try to catch your breath, trying to ignore the thoughts racing a mile per second in your own head, barely giving you time to think.

What the hell was Stiles doing there?

How’d he even manage to find you?

You’d made sure. Absolute, one hundred percent sure that you’d cut all ties off from him and the rest of the pack. You couldn’t face them, so you refused to; even if it was the cowardly thing to do. You didn’t care.

All you cared about was never having to see him again.

“Y/N?”

Freezing, every single muscle in your body tenses at the sound of his voice.

For a moment it’s silent, neither of you movement. Then, you hear him take a step towards you, just faintly;

“Y/N, what–”

You spin before he can touch you, facing him with his hand held out before him helplessly. Your face twists into distress as you meet his eyes – those warm, loving eyes that have haunted you since everything happened. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t stop seeing them every time you close your eyes. No amount of drinking or partying made them fade away, and even giving yourself to the first boy that gave you attention wasn’t enough.

Jake had meant to be a distraction from Stiles. Something to make it even just a little bit easier. It was too isolating being alone, so when Jake had approached you after hearing news of you and Stiles’ breakup, you’d just… let him do what he wanted.

But it didn’t really matter because Stiles never really faded away like you wanted.

He doesn’t want you anymore.

Stiles takes a step towards you, and you react without thinking.

“Stop! Stop! Just…” Shaking your head, you try to ignore the way they blur with tears, “stop.”

“Y/N,” Stiles calls, too stubborn to stop now. Of course he’s too stubborn. You know Stiles and you don’t know why you ever thought he’d given up so easily; especially after how hard it’s been to find you in the first place. “I’ve been looking for you every day for the past few months. You hardly show up to school and when you do, I know you avoid us… avoid me… I just, I just want to explain okay? I just want to apologize… for, for what happened.”

You just shake your head.

He never wanted you.

Shut up! You need the words to shut up.

“The things he said–what I said… I didn’t mean any of them.”

Your lips part, words want to leave, but you feel a sob break past before you can, choking back on your own tears as you clench your first so hard your nails dig crevices into your palms. You want to cut your palms open if that’ll make this stop, make the memories stop rushing ahead and get Stiles to go away.

“You have to know I didn’t mean any of it.” Stiles cries, desperate for you to listen–to believe him.

How could anyone love you?

“You said such terrible things,” you whisper, speaking to Stiles for the first time in months. You can’t hold it back anymore. You can’t hide how hurt you are. “They broke my heart.”

Taking a small step forward, Stiles nods, fighting back his own tears. “I know… I didn’t mean any of it. It was my lips, my-my voice, but it wasn’t me. It was the nogitsune.”

And you nod, tears pouring down your cheeks. “I know,” you cry, because you did, but–“but it still came from you.”

His hand falls on your arm, finally reaching you, touch hesitant, ghosting, before he steps towards you, pressing his hand to your arm. His free hand moves to your chin, gently coaxing your head up to meet his gaze. Those warm eyes that you love so much.

“I tried to forget about you,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Because it hurts to think about you. I’d do anything to forget you, even date a guy like that,” you gesture back to the house, towards where Jake was, “because I thought finding someone so different from you would help me forget you.”

Frowning, Stiles sighs; “I don’t want you to forget me.”

And it comes with a rushing, heartbreaking realization that; “I don’t want to forget you either.”

“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” Stiles explains, “I just want you to let me help you.”

Your lips part, but in the next second the door to the party slams open. Jake is who you see first, and then Scott behind, trying to pull him back. Both you and Stiles eye the both of them, before you turn back to Stiles, watching the way his face softens, eyes staring at you with so much hope. There’s a renewed desperation, anticipation in his eyes at the arrival of Jake–desperate for you to focus on him and not Jake. “Just let me help you, okay?”

And you hesitate, pausing to answer. You knew it wasn’t Stiles who’d said those words, that it was the nogitsune, but they’d hurt all the same because it had come from his lips anyways. The nogitsune had known exactly how to hurt you, break you and twist everything around. And that’s just it, it was the nogitsune and not Stiles, and even if you knew that, you thought that leaving Stiles was what would help you. But forgetting him wasn’t working and you were silly to think it was ever a viable option. Stiles wasn’t going to give up and it seemed neither was the pack, and the way you’d chosen to deal with it all wasn’t a solution either.

Drinking? Partying? Letting some guy like Jake dictate you and your life?

That wasn’t you.

You didn’t deserve that.

And Stiles deserved a second chance for a mistake that was never his to begin with.

So, sending one last look Jake’s way before settling back on Stiles, you nod.

“Okay.”

[cross-my-heartt]

Rewriting Ahsoka episodes 1-3

(Or: if Sabine wasn’t force sensitive and how I think that could have benefited the show)

I don’t think it’s a secret but I’ve been rather disappointed with the writing choices in Ahsoka so far and I wanted to try and write my own take on how the show might have gone without changing any of the major plot points.

This is mainly with the aim of expanding on the main characters' arcs and giving them slightly different motivations. Take this as an exercise in writing or simply a character study. Because if nothing else, Ahsoka gives us some interesting premises in regards to Sabine and, well, Ahsoka.

So without further ado, let’s get into this.

For starters in this rewrite, Sabine isn’t force sensitive and the whole idea that anyone can use the force is scrapped (more on why I don’t like that in another post because I don’t want this getting too long). We use the same theme of working hard and not giving up as the show does but we change Sabine’s motivations entirely. What do I mean by that:

In this scenario Sabine isn’t discouraged by her poor ability to use the force but rather by her complete inability to do so. Something that makes more sense given her backstory and ties her motivations more closely to the Ghost crew.

We now have a Sabine who is still suffering Ezra and Kanan’s loss and partly blames herself for not being able to help them. Who feels inadequate because in the time since, she’s come to the conclusion that it was her inability to use and understand the force that prevented her from being by their side.

Kanan was blinded and they nearly lost Ahsoka on Malachor and she couldn’t do anything. And it wasn’t even the first time their two force users pranced off to do Jedi business. Kanan died using the force to protect all of them and Ezra disappeared when he went off to deal with Thrawn by himself. Both instances where she must have felt helpless.

(What if there’d been another force user there to help Kanan contain the explosion? Would it have made a difference? What if Ezra didn’t feel responsible for acting on his own because he was the only force user left in their group?)

It eats her up from the inside but she pushes it down and moves on. But then it all comes back to haunt her when Ahsoka approaches her to ask her to be her backup on the various missions she does for the New Republic after the war. And Sabine agrees but the more missions they go on, the more she feels like she just can’t keep up.

She grows more and more frustrated because it feels like Ahsoka is stronger and faster than her, her lightsabers more efficient, her intuition more accurate, her skills more diverse and Sabine just… keeps falling behind. Eventually she starts botching things just because she gets into her head (and if there’s one thing we know from Rebels, it’s that Sabine is very good at getting into her own head, her training to use the dark saber being the best example.)

Never mind that Ahsoka is older and more experienced than her, in her eyes she’s decided that it’s because she doesn’t have the force. She’ll never be force sensitive and that’s why she’ll always be one step behind. It’s Kanan and Ezra all over again.

Eventually she gives up and leaves despite Ahsoka trying to convince her otherwise. She tells Ahsoka to find a real partner, someone force sensitive. Sabine doesn’t want another repeat of what happened to her family. She doesn’t want to feel useless again, standing helplessly on the side.

In time she even gives up on maintaining her other skills because what’s the point? For all the skills she had mastered (weapons, close combat, even her tech savviness), it had all been in vain in the end so what’s the point.

Ahsoka is understandably disappointed – because she knows Sabine is wrong and Ahsoka’s never been one to take things lying down like that. Ahsoka in the Clone Wars was a spitfire, energetic, someone who can’t tolerate sitting idly.

These differences cause a rift between her and Sabine – maybe even an actual falling out or an argument – and that later leads to the tension we feel between them.

All of these things don’t have to happen in the show either, they can be implied through dialogue. We can have a talk between Hera and Sabine in the hospital where Sabine admits to the guilt she feels about Kanan and Ezra. Maybe Hera has known Sabine has been keeping something bottled up for a while but Sabine has never opened up about it and only does it now when she’s hurt and at her lowest.

Heck, maybe Jacen comes to visit her with his mom and it’s the sight of him and the fact that he reminds Sabine so much of both Kanan and Ezra that makes her finally break down.

(There’s just so much you can do with these characters and the convoluted past hey have. It’s an actual crime that we’ve had Sabine bond more with Ahsoka in this show than she does with Hera. But anyway I’m getting ahead of myself.)

The show opens with the ceremony only this time Sabine is attending. Something that’s more in line with her character because this is an event honoring the people who fell in the war and we know this is no small deal to her. She walks out to the sound of the crowd’s cheering and applause but suddenly freezes.

When she turns to leave and the mayor stops her to ask what’s wrong she tells him she doesn’t deserve this because in her mind she doesn’t – she’s not the hero who died to save everyone. That’s Ezra and Kanan and they’re not here.

A classic case of survivor’s guilt but one that I think can be used very effectively. This is the first time we see Sabine in the show and by all means we agree that she does deserve to be proud of herself and that seems to be the case until she has her little ptsd moment and he audience realizes that something’s wrong.

Then we move on to Ahsoka who’s retrieved her map and is discussing it with Hera. They’re talking about the best way to go about deciphering it and Hera suggests that Ahsoka could try and ask Sabine for help. Maybe she’s not the most logical choice (it stands to reason that there are people out there more qualified than her) but Hera knows Sabine is struggling and hopes that this might make her recover some of her self-esteem and she tells Ahsoka as much. She’s also hoping that she can bring these two together so that they might finally work out their differences.

This to me is a nice way of underlining Hera’s role as the voice of reason in the crew, to remind the audience, or communicate to them if they haven’t seen Rebels, that it’s her emotional intelligence that often keeps the family together (because the Spectres have always been stronger together).

Ahsoka reluctantly agrees to do it.

I’m not a fan of the way they handled the stealing of the map in the show so we’re changing that here. Rather than just slipping away, Sabine is disturbed by Ahsoka’s reappearance and tensions run high until another argument breaks out. This is how we get Sabine alone with the map.

Shortly after her worst nightmare comes true when Shin, a force user, confronts her. Sabine panics and botches the fight because she’s decided she’s lost it before it’s even begun. Ahsoka senses that something is wrong and interrupts the fight but by that time Sabine is wounded (a lighter wound this time because that would have definitely killed her) and she has to protect her while trying to get the map back. In the end Shin gets away and Sabine is taken to the hospital.

When she wakes up, she hits a new low. She’s once again become a burden for a force user. Instead of helping, she actually held Ahsoka back and this reaffirms her belief that Ahsoka should just let her be and find a proper padawan to be her partner.

This is where her and Hera could have their heart to heart. Then Ahsoka marches in with the droid head and tells her to hack it. Sabine starts to protest but Ahsoka’s had enough and puts her foot down – Sabine can either keep moping around and stew in self-pity or she could pull herself together and start helping Ahsoka fix this mess and stop Thrawn’s return. Sabine reluctantly agrees but says that she’s only doing this for Ezra.

On their way, Ahsoka starts training Sabine. Unlike in the show though she’s not training her how to be Force user but rather how to fight a force user (a literal representation of Sabine facing her fears and insecurities head on.)

This plot could also give some more substance to Sabine’s annoyance with Huyang’s tendency to parrot Jedi aphorisms and protocols, a reminder of her current struggles with all things force related.

And I’m going to stop here because what follows are mostly action scenes and while I have gripes with those, I want to focus on the characters and I’m not the best expert on space battles and lightsaber fights.

But in essence, what I would have liked to see for Sabine is a character arc ala Sokka from Avatar style. In Sokka’s case he was the single non-bender in a group of benders. This caused him to feel redundant and useless but instead of magically giving him bending, the show sent him on a journey to find his own strengths and develop his skills until he was able to keep up with his team and become invaluable to them. The same ‘work hard and don’t give up despite not having superpowers’ that I would have liked for Sabine.

The show could still do something similar with her by letting her realize she doesn’t need the force or have her use it in her own unorthodox way but it still could have given us that same arc without tampering with canon and introducing a slew of meta problems in the process.

In addition, I think this could also give Ahsoka a better character arc: as far as we know she’s never had a padawan until now. And though Sabine isn’t Force sensitive in this version, Ahsoka could suddenly find herself in the same position as a jedi master: as someone who needs to guide and teach. Only it’s even harder for her because Sabine isn’t a padawan, she can’t use the same methods that were used with her, she can’t teach Sabine to meditate or look to the force for answers and balance. No, she has to figure this out without the help of the force.

In the progress she could also turn to Hera for little pointers and advice because while Ahsoka may be the jedi here, Hera has much more experience doing this. Being a leader, a mentor, a mother. These new arcs could serve to highlight each of the characters’ strengths: Hera’s emotional intelligence and leadership, Ahsoka’s passion, drive and determination and Sabine’s perfectionism and capacity to care for those she loves.

In the case of Ahsoka and Sabine, their strengths are also tied to their shortcomings: Ahsoka is still headstrong and fiery (rather than the stoic wise version this show keeps on pushing) which gets in the way of her relationship with Sabine and Sabine’s tendency to overthink and expect so much of herself ultimately ends up sabotaging her.

And that’s a decent jumping off point for some good character development down the line.

[plaidpyjamas]

fuck it, Avengers Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic idea/outline

This is mainly an AU for my Avengers OC Desmond - he grew up in a lab and has a regenerative mutation because of it. In his main story/universe, Tony and Pepper unofficially adopt him and his life is able to finally turn around. The set up is the same here, except that Tony Stark is a Monster with Too Much Power I can try and write it as an "x reader" fic if people want, but portions of it do hinge on Desmond and his own origin story, plus I'd need a beta reader to go through and swap pronouns over. Anyway here's some quick thoughts on the fic, laying down a little bit of groundwork as far as Desmond's situation goes. I can't guarantee I'll actually write it though hhhhh TW: NON-CON (the focus is Desmond's sexual assault at the hands of Tony & Bruce), transphobia, and probably a whole load of other stuff if I do write it

DARKFIC – Tony x Desmond x Bruce Non-con, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Desmond is taken in by Tony around the same time [somewhere around Avengers2012?]

Because of all the tech and money Tony has provided SHIELD he’s gained too much freedom and power – no one is really able to stop him from doing what he wants, because he could rip away nearly all of SHIELD’s resources at this point

What Tony wants, in “adopting” Desmond, is a plaything (he also brings Bruce into it- he's in this weird limbo where he still joins Tony in assaulting Desmond, but he apologizes nearly the entire time, which makes Desmond feel worse)

 Fury feels partly responsible for what Tony (and by extension Bruce) is doing to Desmond – he’s unable to do anything and the guilt eats at him - Fury's constant apologizing and trying to “make it up to him” just makes Desmond feel worse (are you noticing a trend)

Pepper is also trapped – first in her job and now in her marriage w/ Tony – she and Desmond, while living together and going through the same things, aren’t able to do anything to help each other, aside from sympathetic glances now and then (Tony doesn’t allow them together unsupervised maybe?)

Pepper tries to comfort Desmond when she can - by making him food or other small things. She genuinely cares about Desmond, but is really doing these small things for him so she doesn't have to think about her own suffering

Tony won't let Desmond get any of the gender affirming surgeries he wants - claims it's simply not possible with his healing abilities and won't let him talk about it past that - Tony really just wants more control over him (potential forced pregnancy?)

Tony does not allow Desmond to see Loki at all, so sadly that relationship never has a chance

Luckily though he does still meet Bucky - they keep their friendship a secret and Bucky really wants to do something about Desmond's situation but he can't without risking Desmond losing his one single solitary genuinely safe place (Bucky's room) so he's stuck just trying to comfort Desmond and be there to put him back together whenever he needs

Steve either does not notice all of this or he is in denial, so Desmond can't go to him (there has been at least one incident where Desmond felt safe enough to vent a bit to Steve - Tony knew everything by dinner that night, rip)

Steve's unwillingness or inability to see how awful Tony is towards Desmond and Pepper causes a rift between him and Bucky

Potential happy/bittersweet ending - Bucky somehow manages to help Desmond escape and they flee to.....idk somewhere. Maybe they're just on the run from then on. Maybe they go to Wakanda? Maybe Shuri and T'challa take them in and hide them?

I really want to try and find a way to work Loki into this, since he's such an important character in Desmond's canon universe, but idk how I'd go about doing that - unless!!!!! Thor finally catches wind of what's happening and offers to take Desmond to Asgard (Bucky too cause he's not leaving this poor guy all by himself). I guess that could still happen, but it could be like a failed escape attempt? And after that, Loki gets involved in trying to help Desmond or something? I'm hesitant to give Desmond more people who want to help - I feel like that makes it less dark? And if I write this thing I'm going whole-hog like it's gonna make me sick to write it I bet lmao someone help me

idk I haven't really thought about a coherent plot line, just this absolute nightmare scenario lmao

anyway if this sounds like something you'd wanna read please tell me!!! I have so many ideas for this but I don't wanna write and post it if nobody wants it, yknow?

[annoyinglandmagazine]

My female Maedhros headcanons

I think I’m going to leave the names as they are because they already sound androgynous enough to me. She’s the sort of person who walks into a room and everyone starts deferring to her. She’s insanely beautiful but it’s more the way she carries herself than anything else. She’d probably wear the Valinor equivalent of stilettos and maintain perfect balance. She rarely raises her voice but she doesn’t need to. Her tone stays perfectly pleasant throughout all her discussions and it’s even more intimidating than her father at his angriest. When she’s talking or delivering a speech her word is final and she always comes across as the most reasonable person in the room no matter what point she’s making.

She’s obviously still about a foot taller than most other people and I’d say she probably has quite a slender build but is a lot stronger than she looks. She’s pretty practical about most things wearing simple tunics and training gear most of the time with her hair simply braided back from her face. Many people wish to court her but she’s usually too intimidatingly out of peoples league to even approach. It doesn’t help matters that she could definitely kick the asses of pretty much anyone in a sparring match. Despite this it’s practically a coming of age among the ellyns of valinor to go through a few years of being a blushing mess every time she’s brought up and she’s caused more than a few sexuality crises among everyone else. Another possible factor is something only her cousins and sisters have put together. They notice that after some of her sparring matches with other women she appears a little more flushed than expected from exertion, even for a redheads complexion. They see her gaze drop below eye level at banquets during the years where low cut bodices were in fashion. A hand lingering a little too long during an exchange of wine glasses. A slight stutter in response that would have been imperceptible if she hadn’t been so exceptional at thinking on her feet. Her family is the most important thing in the world to her. She worked on her diplomacy from a young age because she recognised father’s faults and knew that he would alienate everyone if he didn’t have anyone helping him. He is still the only person she has trouble disagreeing with as she doesn’t want any more conflict in her family and believes that it is her responsibility to make sure her sisters are looked after.

She spends a lot of her time keeping tabs on her younger siblings and they all feel like they can rely on her more than either of their parents. She keeps entire control of her actions at all times and feels like she can rarely show her true emotions even to her family out of a need to be a perfect daughter and not cause her parents anymore worry.

Feanor has always made a point of telling her that she can excel in whatever area she chooses no matter what people expect of her. He ensures she can compete in all the combat tournaments she wants and advocates for her place in the succession. He is very proud of her and loves her but never considers that she might be struggling as he believes she is as invulnerable as she pretends.

When the crown is passed to her after her father’s death no one raises a fuss about her being the first high queen as everyone feels safer with her in charge whether they’ll admit it or not. After Thangoridrim it effects everyone’s morale more than they’ll admit to see her show weakness even for a second as she had always seemed like the strongest among them. She had never experienced the sensation of absolute powerlessness before and inability to do anything to help her family and vows never to let it happen again.

She’s been respected and feared her whole life but as the years go on the fear becomes greater than anything else. She always had an edge but after Thangoridrim she strips away any softness that she grew to see as weakness and became colder and more distant as she loses more and more of her family from what she perceives as her own failures.

[onlineproblems]

ok not to be a mommy issues bitch but i was working on my story that i've been trying to write for like 3 years. and thinking about my mom. and wondering why i feel so much angrier at my mom than my dad, though they both wronged me. in different ways which arent really comparable but neither one more or less than the other.

my dad was distant and never praised me, always had criticism, higher standards for me to meet, and rarely told me he loved me, was the disciplinarian parent who wasn't involved in parenting unless it was to punish us. he's very different now that we're adults and i think he's realized that he won't have a relationship with his kids if he keeps acting that way, because he texts me often to tell me how much he appreciates and loves me. and although he knows i'm a godless atheist liberal, and he always tries to work god bullshit into the conversation, he basically still accepts me.

meanwhile my mom would always talk to me growing up -- about whatever, her frustrations with my dad, emotional stuff, our interests, religion, etc. we didn't get super deep because even when i was a christian i didn't share much with my family, but i was closer with my mom than my dad. i thought of her as more open-minded than my dad, but suddenly it was like a turn-around happened (or i just became more aware) and she was suddenly spouting low-key alt-right anti-vax, homophobic, end times bullshit and it kind of sucker-punched me to hear it from her. if i ever thought i could come out to her, i was quickly disillusioned. she said something like 'god would cause gay people to die sooner so that they wouldn't keep sinning' and i just had no response. she got her counseling license this year; she's a marriage and family therapist. fuck.

she's divorcing my dad which i think is a good thing; their marriage was not happy. he was basically incapable of expressing his emotions and he didn't mistreat her but he definitely didn't treat her right. he has decades of unprocessed trauma and he can't stop watching porn. i discovered it on the family computer when i was 10 years old. he tried to commit suicide five years ago. he locks up his computer and tells his whole church about it for 'accountability' and punishes himself but he can't stop. i don't know what the fuck went wrong with him. my mom won't tell me what happened to him but she's implied that he might have been molested or had something similar happen as a kid. i don't fucking know. how they've been married for 30 years i have no idea.

i have compassion for them both but i hate they way their bullshit has affected me and my brothers. my dad's inability to cope prevented him from taking care of us. my special needs brother went without the care he needed because my dad wouldn't leave his work in rural africa, because he was afraid of living in the us and feeling inadequate. he was an expert in his field there, but in america he was just another guy. i was depressed and suicidal and untreated and my mom probably was too but her ideology didn't allow her to disagree with her husband, so we stayed. and i hate her for that. for never challenging him, for just bending to his will when we all needed help. when my brother needed medical care that wasn't available where we lived.

i feel stunted, my emotional development so behind where i could be if i was allowed to interact with my peers during my formative years, because of my parents. our house had a yard with 8-foot walls around it and i never left there except to go to church. i had to cover my body for 'modesty.' i hated my body. i had an eating disorder. i was afraid of other people. i couldn't make friends. without going into detail, there were times i felt exposed to predatory men when i should have been protected by my parents.

and like....my dad should have taken responsibility, he should have woken the fuck up and cared for us instead of being in his own head all the time. i feel like i should be angrier at him and hate him more. why is my hatred more for my mom? is it because we were closer, so the betrayal feels deeper? is it because he's making a real effort now, actually putting work in to change the behaviors that harmed me, while my mom seems to have no awareness that she caused harm? i mean, she blames everything on my dad and doesn't really take any responsibility. i started cutting in college and she lamented to me last year that she ''really wanted to move back to be with me" but my dad didn't want to come and "she didn't know what cutting was". her excuse was she had never heard of cutting, and her husband said no.

she's had so many missed opportunities to care for and support me. i've been open with her about what i believe in, what i want to do, how i've changed, and her responses seem perfunctory, while my dad actually seems to take an interest in me even if he disagrees with most of my beliefs. i guess i feel like it's more important to me that he's actually trying now even if i don't think he'll ever really change. the effort is what matters to me. i don't think my mom is interested in trying -- it doesn't feel like she is. but i don't know. it just feel wrong to hate her so much more than him. it seems disproportionate.

i've spent time in therapy for most of these experiences so i'm not horribly affected by them anymore, and being an adult and having distance from my parents means it doesn't cause the agony it did when i was a teenager, but as they're divorcing this year it is bringing this sense of 'choosing sides' a bit closer. so a lot of memories are coming back up. in 2021 i spent like 4-5 months processing ptsd from my childhood and now i feel a little residual angst from it.

i'm a functional adult, and i'm pretty happy day-to-day. i know everyone has their own issues and traumas that inform their lives that we just don't see, nobody has it all together, and i try to keep that in mind and be merciful to myself when i feel like i should be...idk better at life. it's pointless to think about what-ifs and i don't, really, but i am pretty bitter and angry about how my parents could have spared me a lot of pain when i was young and had little control over the way my life went. i never want to have kids, for a lot of reasons, but i can't imagine giving birth to a child and not being intentional about the way you care for them, knowing that it's inevitable you'll fuck up, but wanting to be as informed as possible and giving them the best you possibly can because they're basically helpless. you can't be selfish when you're a parent. if you have a kid simply because that's what you're supposed to do, what the fuck are you doing? that's a person. i look at the children i know, or at my younger siblings, and i can't imagine not sacrificing my desires to care for them. abstractly, i don't like kids and i feel awkward around them, but jesus christ. your own child? especially if you chose to have that child? you're just going to sit back and let them suffer, because you don't want to be uncomfortable? don't have a kid if you can't handle it.

sometimes i wonder if i'll ever be normal enough to feel safe by myself, after my experiences with predators that my parents didn't protect me from. if i can leave my house alone and not feel a little bit of panic under the surface. i'm hopeful since i've made progress over the years, but it comes in waves -- grows and fades. i wonder if i'll stop automatically going on the defensive when certain subjects come up. if i'll stop having nightmares about being sent to hell and my mom telling me she was right all along. i wonder if i'll ever be able to feel normal about having a disagreement with someone i care about, without feeling like i'm sinning, like i need to be punished or i need to absolve myself because i'm so used to emotional abuse and neglect from my parents and church and 'god' that it informs my interactions with friends and especially my spouse. creeps in when i'm vulnerable and makes me act horrible when i want to be well-adjusted and healthy.

this be the verse, eh? they fuck you up. they really really do. and this really got away from me but god i just had such an outpouring of thoughts. it was cathartic. and i can't journal so it all goes to tumblr lmao.

[scramble-crossing]

17 and 19

17. Character you think had the best arc

Sort of Rindo, sort of Shoka

Shoka's arc is probably the best-written in the game. She's given the most backstory out of all of the new characters, and with the main antagonists of the game being her own once happy, now crumbling family, the whole narrative is perfectly suited to fleshing out her individual storyline. There's a lot of room to develop her and the writers definitely made the most of it. It's just not my personal favourite. Shoka's a good character and all, but she didn't really click for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I think Rindo's arc is pretty decisive in the fanbase? Some people think it was done well, others think it pales in comparison to Neku's. Personally I think that subtlety in a character's arc is a good thing (I say subtlety lightly, Rindo's deal becomes pretty obvious if you're paying attention in the right places) but it's not really in the twewy spirit. Neku set a standard of heavily flawed protagonists with very clear deficits of character to the point of starting off as flat-out unlikable, and while early Rindo does teeter towards this, it feels like the writers didn't commit to it entierly. Or didn't want to. Or couldn't.

One of Rindo's biggest problems is that the medium he's in can be counterintuitive to what his arc is trying to achieve. Rindo is supposed to be a weak-willed, indecisive train wreck who constantly hoists responsibility onto others so that he can avoid the consequences of having made the wrong decision. And while this does come across, it's hampered by the fact that as the player character, you are constantly taking control of and making decisions for him. He starts to feel less like the kind of person who's incapable of making a choice, and more like someone who can and will when it really comes down to it.

I dont think his arc is bad or especially unclear. I think it can be easy to forget what his deal is supposed to be when from the player's perspective, he's been in control this whole time, even when the narrative is trying its best to tell you that this isn't the case. You've gotta look just a teensy tiny bit closer into what he's thinking and saying over what you're leading him to do.

It also doesn't help that the most obvious instances of him being indecisive or having lingering doubts are entierly reasonable. For example, it is a huge decision whether or not to trust a rival team leader who's survival depends on your demise. Really, it starts to feel more like Rindo is being understandably cautious and Fret is the one at fault for pushing him to make a quick decision based at least in part on his crush. He's not at all impartial, and Rindo doesn't push it down to the wire enough for it to be a major issue.

Also!!! The absolute biggest issue I take with Rindo's arc is that he never abuses his Replay in a way that would've made sense for an arc centered around avoiding responsibility. He's pretty much always forced to use it during situations that are out of his control because they could've only been avoided with information that he didn't have at the time. So much of the Soul Pulvis generated isn't Rindo's fault at all. It's Nagi's for exploding him with her mind or Minamimoto's for withholding his help (twice!) with the express purpose of triggering a Replay, or its because he and the others were held up by completely unforeseeable circumstances caused by Noise or other Players. Had Rindo been forced to use Replay for situations he undeniably caused because of his inability to make a decision, or even better, if he'd started to make decisions apathetically knowing that he can just go back and fix it if it didn't work out, I think his arc could've absolutely shone and even rivaled Neku's, as iconic as it was.

This has become a whole essay now and I'm sorry. The TLDR is that Rindo's arc is good, but it definitely has its faults. Some are on the part of the writers, but some are unavoidable based on the fact that he's the player character and is going to be subject to some projection that might make him appear to be more of a leader than he was in the early days of the game. It could've been better, but it's definitely not as bad as some people make it out to be.

19. Overall, do you prefer the first game's cast or Neo's?

In retrospect the second game is filled with so many recurring characters that this is a hard question to answer. Plus there was pretty even focus on the Reapers vs the Players whereas the first game was pretty solidly concerned with the core Hachiko Gang, and every other character was designed with the intent of contrasting with them in some regard (Konishi and Beat's whole mind vs the heart deal for example). It's kind of an unfair comparison since both games set out to accomplish different and not necessarily better or worse things with their casts, but in general I've got a bigger soft spot for twew1's cast over neo's. I like the Shibuya Reapers a lot. I'm literally writing a whole collection of drabbles about them being friends. It's some kind of brainworm idk

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ooo can you elaborate more on the Jeid drama? i’m invested😅😅

okay i have to preface this with i am not a jeid shipper i don't think they'd be good together i just love drama. like greys anatomy level drama where everyone has dated each other and it's wild, okay? good, glad we got that covered... anyway i think that Spencer is Henry's real father.

so in season 1 you see spencer has a crush on JJ (i think he had one on elle to i mean who wouldn't? and he's such a little nerd he's just desperate for some lovin') and everyone knew too, that's why Gideon gets him two tickets to see JJ's favourite team play baseball so the two of them can bond... but then JJ brought Penelope along and it became a friends thing.

in the beginning of the series, JJ is one of those tomboy girls who picks on the boys she likes. you see it in S2E14 The Big Game when she's playing darts with those boys and she beats them both and ruffles their hair before going out to answer the phone. that's her way of flirting. so every time she's "mean" or "rude" to spencer (not letting him speak, calling out his inability to stop talking when the convo gets "boring" etc.) that is her trying to be cute and funny with him but he never picked up on it. he didn't understand that her basically bullying him was her way of flirting.

in the next episode, when reid has been taken by tobias, she is distraught. she feels as though failed him as a teammate and it was her responsibility to watch out for him. it's also the first time she realizes just how much she loves him. be it as a friend and teammate or something more. she even tries to get derek to yell at her to validate her feelings but everyone knows it's just a bit of bad luck and could've happened to anyone.

when they find reid, she rushes to hug him and she follows hotch towards reid, watches as hotch lifts him from the floor and she holsters her weapon. she clasps her hands together tightly and waits to know if he's okay. Hotch hugs him first and then she's quick to wrap herself around him and hold him close and she apologizes to him. but then she retreats, it's too much for her, so she walks away and leaves him with derek and gideon until he asks to be left alone (to steal the drugs)

spencer struggles a lot for the remainder of season 2, he's addicted to drugs, he's trying to prove that he's strong and confident and he doesn't want to be babied anymore. he flips on derek, emily and butts heads with Hotch but never JJ. in this time she meets Will and observes spencer ditching the team to go be with an old friend, he's not good at following orders at the moment. While JJ on the other hand is at a bar with Will, wanting to follow the rules to a T and when he asks if she hasn't had much practice flirting or dealing with being jealous, she replies "its a culture thing" and by the end of the episode she gives him her number. -- i think this is because she's tried her way of flirting with reid for 2 years now and it's gone no where, so she's moving on.

she gives Spencer his space until the last episode of season 2 when they've partnered up again and JJ makes sure to look at him and say "woah, hey. no matter what happens this time, we don't split up. clear?" and he responds, "crystal clear." she doesn't want to ever lose him. no matter whats going on in her personal life, she loves him. she couldn't handle losing him.

Season 3 episode 1: Doubt. JJ and Reid are sent to talk to the girls at the dorm about the serial killer on campus that is killing girls with brown hair. the girls trust them and when JJ tells them they have a suspect in custody, they think that means the killer has been caught and that they're free to go about their days as normal. when another victim dies, one of the girls on campus takes her anger out on JJ and spits in her face causing spencer to come running to her side and tell the cops to clear the area because he's concerned for JJs safety, he makes sure she's okay, she waves him off but it's still impressive how he went into protector mode so fast for her.

in episode 2 Gideon quits the FBI and in episode 3 spencer is distraught but keeping it together, i believe this is when he officially gets sober, joins AA and starts to live the life Gideon wants for him. he's back to his normal self, sharing facts and putting pieces together without any mental fog. he wears short sleeves again(S3E4), which is a big piece of proof because his injection marks must have faded enough for him to feel comfortable. he's getting his confidence back, he's trying to return to the way he was the night before he got kidnapped. happy, free, confident and himself.

in season 3 JJ is also secretly seeing Will, although everyone has already guessed it. they fly back and forth to see each other but it's hard on them both, they almost break up over it. Will wants them to be in 1 place together and JJ isn't willing to give up her career for a man (rightfully so) in episode 5 Seven Seconds, she's asked if she has kids and her response is "not yet." so she's thinking about kids, she knows she wants them and soon.

as of 3.16 spencer is 10 months sober, he's doing really good even with the cravings. in this episode we see him leave his NA meeting because they've been called to a case and when spencer arrives late Dave jokingly says "i hope she was worth it?" Derek throws in "i hope it was a she" and JJ says quiet, but as soon as she starts to explain the case further she keeps staring at spencer. he has a hard time for most of the episode and she's the only one who doesn't say anything about it.

3.17 we have Will joining them for a case and JJ still hasn't told the team about them dating which is a point of contention for them. he feels like she's ashamed to be dating him and she's claiming that once the team knows her personal business then she has nothing that's just hers to know. they basically break up for a good portion of the episode. the theme of the episode is cheating. Wills buddy is gay and cheating on his fiance, and most the other men were also cheating on their wives.

When Will brings up the fact she's basically got "one foot out of the relationship" he says "what is there another guy? do you want to see another guy?" and she gets the most defensive you have ever seen her. then he finally asks "do you wanna break up?" and she says yes.

I think either she was fucking spencer on the side. or she fucked him once she was single. one of the two.

and based on how pregnant she is at the end of the season (when Hoch finds out) it would seem like this is the episode in which she gets pregnant. (AJ is clearly very pregnant on day 2 of the case in that purple drapey top)

but, at the end of the episode after everything is said and done, she goes back to Will because he's a sure thing. he's the safe option. no matter how scared she is to love who she really wants to, Will is the best option for her. and she probably thinks he might be the father of her baby. it's the right thing to do.

And then there Spencer’s reaction when he finds out she’s pregnant…

flashforward to when shes giving birth to Henry, spencer's in the middle of a case thinking his own father is a pedophile and a murderer and even though JJ is in active labour, she doesn't want to stop helping him. the whole episode is basically centred around what would a parent do for their own child... and it ends with spencer being made Henry's God Father. cause if he can't be her kids dad, she still wants him to be around if god forbid anything happened to her r Will.

like i'm sorry but this kid is a Reid.

I'm just saying that it would be a wicked plot for Henry to do that blood test thing in science calls and find out his blood type doesn't make sense with who his parents are, but it does work if you match his mom and spencers....