#we dont need to reestablish that

[midiosaamor]

First big fight with Aaron Warner? With hurt/comfort/angst??👀

AHHHHHH okay so i havent wrote angst yet but HERE IT GOES!!

❪ ★ ❫ 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: aaron warner x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you thought that the two of you could fix it together. turns out it was when he missed your birthday was when it all fell down.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: angst, crying, use of Y/N, fem!reader, kissing, arguing, breaking up, angst with fluff at the end, aaron warner crying, stress, missing special days.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1530

𝐀/𝐍: redid this too. i feel like i made this too dramatic though😭😭 idk. BUT I LOVR MY MAN HAHGGHDHGAGEGR🫶🫶 also this was my first angst work so DONT GET MAD AT ME FOR THIS BEING TRADHY OKAY

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ���

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: nahh

it’s been too much. at first, it was just going to bed late, but he still slept with you. then it was not seeing you for a while. then he missed your birthday. your birthday.

you understand that aaron has a lot on his hands, he needs to do his work. but lately, he hasn’t been spending time with you. at all.

yes, juliette and the others are a great company. but it’s nothing compared to the company you have with your boyfriend. or, at least, you used to have. now, you two are in your bedroom. arguing.

you two have never argued, it was mostly just small disagreements that you two immediately fixed. but this—this was a real argument.

“i just—i just feel like you haven’t been spending time with me. like you put your work above me,” you argue, looking at the blond man in front of you. he looks at you with a mix of hurt and frustration.

“love, you have to understand that i have work to do—” he begins, but you cut him off. “and i know that! but you missed my birthday, aaron. my birthday,” you cry, your eyes getting blurry with tears.

aaron sighs and runs a hand down his face. “i know, and that was a mistake. and i’m sorry, angel, but i have to do my work. i have to take care of the reestablishment or it will all come down.”

You blink at him in surprise, before chuckling softly. “right, so, what I’m hearing is: I do love you but my work is more important than you because the reestablishment is more important than my girlfriend?” you ask, looking at him in disbelief.

he looks at you with his eyebrows scrunched up, looking at you with the same expression you have. “no—what—i’m just saying that i have to do my work—wait—no, that’s not what i’m—”

“aaron. if you don’t love me anymore, just say it. don’t slowly push yourself away from me, because that’s much worse than just doing it straight up.”

you’re lying. it’ll hurt either way. this hurts. the argument; aaron not paying attention to you anymore; him missing your birthday. he looks at you with wide eyes.

“what—no, that’s not what i’m saying. i—i have my work to do and—”

“—and i understand that. you have to take care of the reestablishment while i have to take care of north america. it’s just—i tried to make time for you, aaron. i tried to let juliette and nazeera help me with my work so i can spend time with you—but you just want to take care of the reestablishment.”

he gapes at you, looking for words. “what are you saying, love?” you bite your trembling lip. “don’t call me love. let’s—let’s take a break, aaron,” you whisper.

he freezes before words come out of his mouth frantically. “no, no, no, no—wait, love. we can work this out—i’ll make time for you, just—”

you take a deep breath, putting your head down. this is for the best. “you tried doing that, and you just ended up hurting me,” you whisper, looking up at him.

your heart breaks at the sight, but you keep standing. his eyes are filled with tears but none fall, the opposite of you. tears from your eyes fall from your eyes, landing on your cheek.

“love, please. I know you don’t want to do this—I feel it. please, just give me a chance.”

before you could give in, you took a step back and put your head down. “i’m sorry, aaron.” You don’t know why you’re saying sorry. “love, please,” he whispers, looking at you desperately.

you keep your head down as you turn on your heel and walk out of the room.

it’s been a week. a week of you and Aaron not even talking to each other. the only time you look at each other is when he has to pass you the work he did. but you feel him glancing at you, watching from afar.

you moved out of the room you two were sharing and moved in with juliette. she listened to your vent and tears, comforting you when it became too much.

but you’ve changed ever since the two of you—or more like you—broke up. you’ve begun to smile less. you’re starting to have eye bags underneath your eyes and you don’t feel good nowadays.

“Y/N,” juliette says, bringing you out of your daze. “hm?” you hum as you turn to the brunette girl, looking at you with worry. “are you okay?”

you blink at her, looking at you with an expression you know all too well. “yeah, i’m okay. why do you ask?”

“you look terrible,” nazeera butts in. juliette turns to her and frowns but she doesn’t disagree. you sigh and look back down at your papers. “i’m fine, just out of it,” you mutter.

you look at the two girls and smile at them, but that doesn’t clear their worry. instead, that makes them worry more. “alright,” juliette mumbles.

the door knocks and the person behind it waits a moment before opening it the door. In front of it, is a familiar blond. “warner,” juliette says, looking between you and him.

you resist the urge to stare and look down at your papers, going back to work. “i just wanted to hand you some papers,” he says, taking a few steps into the room.

that’s always been him. he doesn’t fully step into the room until you’ve said he could, unless on bad days when he just needs you.

you grit your teeth and scold yourself for thinking like that again.

papers settle down on your desk and you realize that nazeera and juliette left, leaving you alone with aaron.

you make a mental note to yell at them later.

aaron stands there on the side of your desk, not talking or doing anything. “yes?” you ask, looking up at him. not to look into his green eyes. no. of course not.

he stares at you, not blinking. until he finally says, “you have eye bags.” you blink up at him before putting your head down, a blush of embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

“yeah, i know.”

“and your hair looks unbrushed.”

“yeah, i know.”

“and you’re sad.”

you don’t answer. “love,” aaron whispers, making your stomach flutter. you don’t do anything. “love, please, at least answer me.”

you blink and look up at him again. you realize how messed up he is, too. his hair is unruly and his tie is unloosed; his suit looks like it was messily put on.

“yes?”

he slowly sits down, as if warning you what he’s doing. you look at him curiously but then look back down to your papers.

“please, look at me,” he asks. you don’t look at him and instead start to write something down on your paper. “love,” he tries again. you don’t look at him.

his hands find your chin and he turns your face to look at him, his jaw clenched. “you can yell at me, scream at me, punch me, slap me—revolt me, but do not; ignore me.”

your eyes widen in surprise and soon the two of you are staring at each other. “my love, i know you’re hurting,” he finally whispers.

“i’m not,” you finally answer. he closes his eyes before opening back up, looking at you. “yes, you are. i feel it. you’re tired and hurting.”

damn his powers of sensing emotions.

“please, let me take care of you. i promise i won’t hurt you again, i swear,” he begins, “i just want to take care of you like we used to. hug you like we used to—kiss you like we used to. it’s only been a week but, god, it has felt like a century. i’d rather die than live like this, without you; please.”

your breath catches in your throat as he looks at you with watery green eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek. “please, i promise, i won’t break your heart again. i’ll spend time with you, i’ll make time for you, i swear,” he goes on, holding your face with his two hands.

“aaron—” you start, but he interrupts. “please, don’t say no to me. i feel like i’m dying, darling. like this world means nothing to me without you—”

“aaron,” you interrupt. he looks at you desperately, visibly wishing you’ll say yes. you decide to break your rule. i mean, how can you say no when he’s saying something like this?

you nod at him, making his breathing stop. “yes,” you assure. “i’ll—i’ll give you another chance,” you whisper. he freezes; before bringing you into a tight embrace.

“oh, god, love. i promise i won’t lose you again. i won’t hurt you. neger again,” he whispers, kissing your head frantically. tears start to swell up in your eyes as his kisses travel down to your lips, kissing you.

you wrap your arms around his neck and return the kiss, kissing him with an urgency you didn’t know you had in you.

“i love you,” he says in between kisses.

“i love you too,” you respond.

[dajo42]

jesse. the mages need to be in circle towers. its safest for them and the people of ferelden

yo mr white the way you separated mages and people in that last sentence is pretty telling

listen to me jesse. youre not listening to me. what about the risk of blood magic. magic was meant to serve man

dont quote the chant of light at me bitch. templars overstep their authority on, like, a regular basis, yo. you claim to want safety but there wouldnt be as many blood mages if all mages werent made to live in fear, bitch. its only, yknow, natural for a captive to lash out at a captor

jesse listen all of this is irrelevant we have to reestablish the circles to reestablish order

i dont know mr white. seems more like you want to reestablish, like, control over people you view as lesser, bitch

i dont view mages as lesser people jesse. i view magic as dangerous in the wrong hands

so is a sword, bitch

[patchesjam]

is there any reason why we don't maintag anymore besides avoiding antis? How bad would it really be if we just start maintagging again? It's not like tumblr antis are constantly flooding our tags so we might as well reestablish some dominance.

I don't particularly know. i dont do it just because im lazy im not worried about harassment but i dont know how common it is for those who do actually main tag.

we (dtblr) need to establish ourselves as alpha lions on the prairie of main tags. chase away the antelopes (dream x reader fics)

[azurdlywisterious]

Okay okay, this time giving my fallout ocs tumblrs wont end in disaster! Im sure of it!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul reblogged big-mt-head

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ughhhhhhh my beloved husband really needs to finish up his business meeting its been five hours and i miss him~

🧠 big-mt-head

@.therealprimmshady can you explain this?

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Nope. Nope nope. Go ask whichever doctor of yours calls you shiloh

🧠 big-mt-head

Youre thinking of Dr. Dala. Anyways she says its a sex thing

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Who let you two past the gate?!

#this is what i get for being horny on main smh

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⏳ start-startover reblogged start-startover

⏳ start-startover

I’m picking the brown m’n’ms out of a candy bowl right now if anyone wants some free m’n’ms

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Why are you picking out the brown m’n’ms out of a candy bowl?

⏳ start-startover

Dean doesnt want any

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

What a diva! Any idea why?

⏳ start-startover

No clue. Ill probably give them to the followers if no one else wants them.

⏳ start-startover

Wait, is that you dalcia?

#didnt u deactivate? #like recently?

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📻 not-another-guy-podcasting reblogged mrrocherwasmyfather

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather asked:

As the person closest to Mr. House, can you tell me what he plans to do with the now empty building that the NCR was occupying before the Battle of Hoover Dam?

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul answered:

I mean, he does have plans but those are trade secrets. Who even are you?

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather

The name’s Ferrero, private investigator. Mr. New Vegas buys his stories off me

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Oooookay… so youre like a tabloid reporter?

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather

Not since the war, sweetheart. Not since the war.

#ive never heard this guy on my radio #i doubt hes the real deal

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🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Life sometimes can come at you hard like a .45 bullet. Remember, with enough stimpacks, you can just run past it and live

#totally didnt piss off a specific guy #youll never catch me bitch #yes sir this is vauging #DONT FUCKING TAG HIM

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged mygenderis-c4

💥 mygenderis-c4

Ill be fighting at the thorn tonight at 12 if anyone wants to see me throw down with three giant radscorpions

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

I would love to watch you fight, Henri! Where is the thorn?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Its in westside! :)

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

W-west… side?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Its another low income community outside of new vegas? Like freeside?

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Theres another poor neighborhood close to new vegas?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Wow.

#Thats why we call her the strip queen #<prev tags

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⏳ start-startover reblogged mrrocherwasmyfather

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather asked:

So, I hear a certain old world singer has resurfaced and you seem pretty close to him. Is there any new music in the works for Dean Domino?

⏳ start-startover answered:

First, Dean was absolutely thrilled to know that reporters are still asking about him (he’s currently taking a break from social media which is why he didnt see your ask to him immediately). At the moment, no. But hopefully he’ll have an album coming out in the future once he’s reestablished his name in the music industry.

📝 mrrocherwasmyfather

Thank you so much for your time, Ms. Vult.

⏳ start-startover

I do have plenty of it, after all.

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💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

My next editorial photoshoot look will be devoted to whoever started calling me “Strip Queen” because i will be reclaiming that title mwah mwah

#also the Gomorrah Casino is going to be closed for the day tomorrow

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👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It’s got what plants crave!

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

It has electrolytes!

#killed another bandit #how long will you be out for?

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🍀 luckiestbastard

Couldve sworn i went to sleep at the 38 so why did i wake up at the tops???

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Nukashine?

🍀 luckiestbastard

What the hell is that?

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Bad decisions in a bottle

#it glowey tho

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

Fuck theres more of them now???

[technicallyblakebelladonna]

Anything you want from ilia that’s isn’t related to Blake or yang? Personally I want to see a little of ilia finding herself not in relation to Blake or Adam. And my personal hope is that we see anything to suggest she isn’t just following in ghira’s footsteps, I’ve been dissapointed by the white fang plotline and that’s really all I can hope for at this point

im trying to discern whether or not this is a subtle passive-aggressive dig at the fact that when i rambled about ilia earlier, basically all i did was talk about her and her relationship with blake and future interactions with yang.

but i'll do my best to answer in sincerity in the case that it's not.

so just to quickly state, i'm of the stance that i'm not someone who should be speaking about the white fang/faunus arc and how it's been handled previously since i am white (and the faunus arc has been most widely discussed as a metaphor/narrative vehicle for real world racism) -- and also i don't believe that my opinion should matter for that very reason. far better people than me have had better things to say about all of it, and usually i try to avoid getting too much into rwby fandom discourse in general bc it just turns into a hot mess extremely quickly no matter where you end up in the fandom. so i'm just going to avoid all that and say it's not my place.

having said that, i genuinely believe that i don't think it's a bad thing for ilia to work with ghira and kali to reestablish a better white fang. it feels like a natural continuation of ilia's arc to have her further split from adam and his influences. blake even directly compares ilia and adam, but follows that comparison up by stating "i don't think ilia is like adam - not yet at least" so it really makes sense that ilia would continue to strive for a goal that she once had -- working towards the betterment of the faunus -- but through a lens that is no longer twisted by spite and rage and a overzealous desire for power, as adam's goal for the white fang was. actually, adam never used the white fang for what they were actually meant for in the first place, he just was doing whatever he could to have as much power as possible (but most specifically, as much power as he could over blake -- and he sought to do anything and everything he could to gain control over here).

so for ilia to continue her journey, unfettered by misguided leadership, to step into her own leadership role in regard to the white fang, i personally feel like that's a good continuation for her character. for her to completely abandon the white fang and just leave it for ghira and kali feels like a weird characterization for her, in my opinion. plus, on top of that, really what else would her character do? with her character redemption arc resolved and now that she's on the side of good, why would she just stop there? that doesn't make any sense to me, personally. like, canonically, that makes sense to me from both her character stand point and giving her an in-story reason to continue on with her journey, rather than just having her drop off the map entirely bc all of the sudden now her redemption is complete and we have no need for her. she's a tertiary character for sure, but i dont think even miles and kerry and the other writers are that lazy to just simply drop an entire character. not when they went decided to include her in the montage shots during ruby's v8 monologue. they plan to keep her around, and clearly they plan to keep her around through her connection with ghira and kali - likely meaning, the white fang.

now for something that i would LOVE to see them do with ilia that "isn't related to blake or yang", but will likely not happen, is for ilia to become a maiden in some way, shape or form. i've seen, specifically, that ilia will become the summer maiden somehow as a theory that's gained some popularity. specifically because the maidens (other than cinder, who is basically ruby's main antagonist) are tied to our protagonists in some way -- winter is weiss' sister, and raven is yang's mom. so it feels like a fairly short leap to assume that the next revealed maiden could end up being tied to blake in some regards.

there are a couple other posts that completely sold me on this (as if i needed much convincing in the first place bc i love ilia so much and having her be a maiden would just be dope as fuck) that you can read HERE and HERE if you so desire to, but basically they boil down to how thematically ilia could fit in as the summer maiden and how it would make sense, actually. one point is that the maidens themselves have interesting relationships/connections between themselves, so it stands to reason that the next maiden-maiden connection would have something similar. and it would be a connection that winter would have with another maiden. and winter and ilia have interesting established narrative parallels already that could be more deeply explored in ilia becoming a maiden.

the other post talks about how team rwby would become guides to the maidens, rather than becoming maidens themselves. this is already showing up with yang and raven, with ruby and cinder (to a degree), and certainly with weiss and winter. blake currently does not have a guide position to fill -- except that she already has guided one character along their path back to redemption. so, again, not a massive leap to see the possibility of blake further guiding ilia in that journey. again, the posts say far more and say it much more eloquently than i did, so feel free to read those instead.

there's certainly a lot the writers could do with ilia's story that isn't related to her interactions with blake or yang, and a lot that i'm excited for if they choose to bring her back, but in the meantime, i'm just gonna keep hoping we see her again, somehow.

[septembersghost]

Not shipping them but I highly hope harry reaches out to her and makes sure she's okay. Like you said, inner circle dont gaf. He really *knew* her and he probably knows she is visibly struggling. He also knows how awful that creature is. He also reached out to adele and others when they were going through a divorce because he knows it's hard. I hope he talks to her in a friendly way and reestablish that friendship and make her understand she is not okay. It may not be the ex she wanted to notice but this would still be something

even though we don't know what their friendship might be like or how much of one there even is (although their interactions and her support for him at the grammys was telling to me), if there is an open line of communication there, i hope he can reach out to her too. even if it's just a, "hey, are you doing okay? here if you need me" type thing, idk that's projection, but i feel like she needs some support right now from people who are not further enabling all this. i remember adele saying that and others mentioning him being a steadfast friend. it seems like she needs a voice that's there for her outside the noise. she might not currently be in a place to listen right now, but knowing someone's there makes a difference.

[the-arcade-doctor]

We dont need the brother.

we might....

Find how to reestablish the connection.

[ whattt-...? ]

[doctor-dream313]

You ask me if I am absoluetly certain that I am the choice for.you and the hope of a beautiful designed,comfortable and complete relationship. I dont know I am absolutely certain. I just am absolutely certain that it's not a possibility if not chanced and executed to our ability for the security of our future. no accountability will be worse than that of the one of us who, if so choses to not endeavor the way together, chooseing they go on alone. will hold their selves in account for a disdainful existence in a war of choice stuck between weighing chance and probabilities with profound and emotional, wisdom, and equal interest sacrificed rendering outcomes. that have been mathematically divided into madding robotic life events to occur in the present reality of life. what could u lose if I was wrong. It wouldn't be a loss of time and effort. You would gain experience, knowledge and understanding of the psychology and skills neqeded for freedom in your life and order. If you dont act differently now knowing that its not a risky decision or really a bad wager when nothing is going to be lost if it wasn't meant to be. The problem is not knowing what if?, the one chance you had to be in charge of your live and happiness with the whole. You ostensibly declined with skepticism that such things were able without a miraculous act of the God's. I'll let you know a little secret and that's we all are God's we just need to be a part of our own life and set no definite limits on our possibilities. for then we can make changes to our reality. Knowing the difference between a belief and a possible reality or if a problem exist that is having a new profound reshaping thought process, occurring for a periods at a time, limit of action, with apparent errors in the activity that said problem influences. If its negative but the truth is that it is a positive. Made so, uniquely through stable conditions of insane reasoning. Its called a new reason within reasons, that's if existing laws don't lie. the unilateral laws apply to those of thought making it, if not, chanced to be here. Then in fact it is already existing in another state of reality close or even similar to our own life so close to the end of exploration possible to reach our own certainty that the difference is so minimal that a atom is the only thing that is having difference in its form with reestablished purpose of its behavior. Re compacting inside itself introducing the unreasonable way to make false statements a unique and accurate unarguable reasoning that is having truth. 2+2=5 itself is not believable. But change the narrative of the truth then it suddenly becomes the truth. To those ignorant of the slight rearrangement of the world and its perception of the truth impossible is now the possibility.

[elytra404]

What would you think if an evilized villain (maybe a wishmaker-like villain or maybe even a villain that's unrelated to the butterfly miraculous) caused Chloe and Zoe to switch bodies somehow, and nobody fully understands what's going on, so Zoe (in Chloe's body) is taken by Audrey back to New York, despite Zoe desperately trying to explain things. But Chloe enters a fugue state (heavily due to trauma caused by the neglect of her parents) and genuinely thinks she's Zoe, and is even able to recall many of the things Zoe did due to being in Zoe's body. The class thinks “Zoe's” change in behavior is due to the psychological effects of method acting, since “Zoe�� is playing Chloe in Astruc's new movie, but they gradually convince “Zoe” to let them help her relearn how to be “herself” again. Meanwhile, in New York, Zoe is trying to get back to Paris, but when she gets there, “Zoe” thinks she’s there to try to hurt Marinette.

Eventually, after listening to “Chloe”, Marinette starts to suspect that “Chloe” might be telling the truth, so she decides that she must test “Chloe” and “Zoe”. She fakes being in danger to see how they react. “Zoe” reacts slightly faster than “Chloe”, so Marinette comes to the conclusion that “Chloe” is lying and that “Chloe” has an evil and manipulative plan. Marinette thinks that “Chloe” must have picked up a few tricks from Lila, because she thinks no version of Chloe could possibly react faster than Zoe when it comes to protecting her. So Audrey takes “Zoe” back to New York again to “correct” her after “Zoe” fails to convince anyone of the truth.

12 years later, “Zoe” gets seriously injured after fighting a villain when Ladybug isn’t around, which causes “Zoe” to not have long to live. Then Ladybug accidentally stumbles upon the truth about “Zoe” while trying to help “Zoe” using magical powers. Ladybug decides that the moral thing to do is to switch Chloe and Zoe back to their original bodies. Once Zoe gets her body back, she blames Chloe for her impending death and for leaving her with 12 years of torment, while Chloe got off scot free. When Lila gets defeated, Zoe steals the Butterfly Miraculous to get her hands on Ladybug and Catnoir’s miraculouses, hoping to “make things right”. Zoe gets defeated by the heroes (including Chloe) and Ladybug manages to cure Zoe’s injuries. 

i have many thoughts on that as an idea tbh.

1. write a fanfic. i genuinely don't understand what compelled you to write this fanfic in my asks, and im taking it and responding now but im so confused. have i established myself on here as a miraculous creator? im down for that but i have other fandoms T-T im not gonna be a good father

2. personally, i wouldn't enjoy it. it has plot holes as it why the miraculous ladybug wouldn't fix it, and timeline wise would have to be in a very weird inbetween space that gabe wouldnt be akumatizing people in? and we have no other president for villians like that. because for zoe to be sent off, gabe would still be the butterfly holder.

3. again, very much personal option, i love zoe. a much simpler test after everything that mari would be able to do is asking 'zoe' who her crush is. chloe has absolutely no way to know that. thats just one of alot of easier tests? so it would kinda be infuriating to see

4. it really wouldnt make sense for this to go on for 12 years. their cannon 13-14 and 15-16. 12 years would make them 25-26 and 27-28. in that time they could very much reestablish themselves in these new bodies!

5. less of a thing and more of my personal thing? poor nooroo deserves a break

alot of it i would say needs rework. for exsample, realistically i dont think zoe would want to pretend to be chloe. does chloe have trauma? yes. but that doesn't negate the trauma she imposed on others like mari and zoe! this fandom has a tendency to forget that just cause chloe is hurt, doesnt mean she didnt hurt others. chloe deserves a second chance and the ability to grow. but people like mari and zoe should not be the ones to give that to her. chloe did give them trauma. they shouldnt be forced to forgive her.

tl;dr tl;dr

write your own fanfic, you'll get readers. will i probably be one? no tbh. i love zoe. but you will get readers. im just not the right audience

[kittiesarecuter]

Okay okay so like theres this whole thing of them wanting to go back over the sea because that's where the perfect home with the gods is, like heaven or eden or whatever you relate it to, and they're dwindling and greiving and slowly leaving to go back to the perfect place.

Anyway after the battle of pelannor fields theres a moment where gimli & legolas are recounting their southern adventures to meriadoc & and peregrin. legolas is getting all wistful cuz he heard seabirds amd hes all "oh woe is me I will never forget them and yearn to leave" and either merry or pippin (I dont remember which) is like "hey, dont go, there's still plenty of people who need your help." and I'm like yeah. YEAH.

What the fuck elves??? The world is hurting and you're these near imortal perfect beings with magic and some of the finest craft in the world ect ect and you're all just leaving???? Not only that but you've retreated to little enclaves cuz you're like "oh the world is getting terrible we need to keep to ourselves" like wtf guys. A handful of elves come to help here and there but like there's no host or help rebuilding.

Therez the whole "oh mordor is rising, we need to leave, there is no hope." Which is on brand for them but then when they defeat sauron & morder they just... still leave??

What selfish bastards! They already talk about how short years are to them! Go spend a few decades like teaching a tiny town how to better farm or build, go help gondor rebuild, go help the dúnadain reestablish control of the north, like fucking do something with your power??

Anyways, I love these books but I'm starting to get pissed off about these guys.

Thinking too hard about lotr elves (and their implications from a catholic perspective), and it's starting to make me angry.

[eonars]

we need to reestablish a “i dont know you like that” barrier i feel like a lot of overly therapybrained ErAsE tHe sTiGmA types will literally meet you for the first time and start going into immense detail about their various traumas and mental breakdowns and afflictions. i dont fucking know you like that please tone this down. 

[c-optimistic]

Great! I asked because if you didnt take prompts I wanted to be respectful of it, also okay if you dont feel like doing it or if you take your time, I admire and appreciate all your work. It's an angsty one😅 after the supergirl reveal, all the events and their drifting apart, Kara and Lena are rekindling their friendship, kara tells lena she's in love with her, lena confesses her feelings too but tells kara that after everything they cant be more than friends, angst here, then a happy ending 😁

“You’re my Lois,” she said softly, almost to herself. 

(It had been on her mind for days and weeks and months now, words she was afraid to fully verbalize, thoughts and feelings she wasn’t sure she quite wanted to string into something coherent. 

But now, in the silence, in their solitude, the words slipped out as easy as breathing, slipped out without her consent, her knowledge, her desire.)

Lena didn’t turn towards her, just wrapped her arms tighter around herself to stave off the chilly bite of the air. “I don’t know what that means,” she finally offered, voice terribly soft, eyes still focused on the city lights below them. 

(National City was beautiful in the fall. Parks turned orange and yellow and red, pumpkins and cartoon turkeys and the strong scent of cinnamon could be found on every street corner. Jackets got dusted off and pulled on, scarves wound their way around people’s necks, the smell of hot chocolate seemed to permeate the air. 

And Lena looked at home in the fall. Her hair was down more often than not, gentle curls framing her face. She was wrapped in soft sweaters and warm colors, looking gentler, calmer, more at ease.

And she was, in every way, Kara’s Lois.) “It’s...I—well.” Explaining was harder than she thought. Giving meaning to what she said was harder than she expected. “You’re the one I’d spin the world the opposite direction for, you know?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Kara,” Lena scoffed, turning away from the city and meeting Kara’s eyes briefly before walking through the sliding glass doors and back into her apartment. Kara followed sullenly behind. “What good would that even do?” “Turns back time,” Kara joked softly, watching Lena pour herself a glass of wine. Once maybe, days and weeks and months ago, she would have offered Kara a glass as well. Now she just set the bottle aside and sipped slowly, as if daring Kara to comment. “Why would you want to turn back time for me? And what does this have to do with Lois?” She seemed genuinely confused, and Kara realized she needed to be more direct. 

(In and of itself, it was a scary thought. She didn’t want to confess her feelings and be rebuffed. She didn’t want to tell the truth and leave herself open to...what, pain? A lack of reciprocation? Laughter at her expense?

And yet, and yet...Lena was her Lois, and she was worth it all the same.)

“What I’m trying to say,” Kara tried again, biting on her lip as she attempted to find the right words, beginning to think there were only three, not quite sure how to gather the courage to say them. “Remember Mon-El?” she said, switching tactics.

“Vaguely,” Lena responded, amused. She walked over to her kitchen, pulled out a kettle, a mug, and a packet of hot chocolate mix (an item she only kept at her place because she knew about Kara’s preference for it over tea). “What about him?” she asked as she put the water to boil, raising her eyebrow and looking at Kara expectantly. 

“When I sent him away, chose to save everyone over keeping him, Clark told me he could never do that,” Kara explained, that moment etched into her memory, inescapable and dare she say profound in the absence of feeling. “He said if it came down to keeping Lois or the world...well, he wouldn’t know what to do.”

Lena looked down, focusing on pouring the boiling water into the mug and adding the hot cocoa mix, stirring it in slowly. “Oh,” she whispered finally, pushing the mug towards Kara, “that’s what you mean about my being your Lois.”

“Lena, I—”

“—to be honest, though,” Lena interrupted, frowning, “I don’t think you have a Lois.” 

(Well, if anything could make those three words Kara wanted to say shrink back into their shell, it was that.

And for it to be said so casually, so abruptly, so utterly convincingly, as though there wasn’t any doubt in Lena’s mind. Well. That more than hurt, that felt vaguely offensive.)

“That’s so—”

“—you’re too,” Lena waved her hands, struggling with finding a word, “honorable,” she finally settled on. “You believe in duty, in sacrifice, in putting everyone before you.” She smiled, looking inexplicably proud, and picked up her wine glass, taking a small sip. “You’re too selfless. If it came down to it, Kara, you’d break your own heart a thousand times over for the world.” 

Kara blinked, wondering how Lena misinterpreted her. “No, Lena, I’m saying—”

“—no, I know,” Lena interrupted, setting her wine aside and walking over to stand in front of Kara, so close that Kara could practically smell the alcohol on Lena’s breath. Rather than meet Lena’s eyes, Kara kept her gaze on the ceiling. “And I love you, too. But we’re not Clark and Lois.” 

(And oh, Lena got it. She got it and she was braver than Kara, laying the words out there, giving the feelings between them a name, finally, finally, calling it what it was.

Love. She loved Lena.)

“I don’t pull off the suit as well as he does, I know,” Kara joked sadly, eyes still on the ceiling, knowing where Lena was going with this. 

(It was too soon. It was too much. It was too hard.)

“Kara,” Lena admonished, forcing Kara to meet her gaze. Kara’s vision was a little blurred, so she wasn’t quite sure if those were tears in Lena’s eyes or if her allergies were just working up again. “We can’t,” Lena told her, voice trembling. 

“Right. No. Of course.”

“Kara, after everything, being friends is hard enough, do you really—”

“—I said I got it,” Kara interrupted, blinking, horrified when her vision cleared and she felt something wet roll down her cheeks. She was crying. Crying. How utterly embarrassing. 

(She looked away again, unwilling to see pity in Lena’s expression, unwilling to confirm for herself that what was welling up in Lena’s eyes was indeed allergies. 

She looked away again, because she was willing to break her heart a thousand times over for the world, but she didn’t know how to cope with her breaking heart now.)

“I’m just.” She stopped, heaved a breath, and nodded curtly. “Just friends sounds good. But I’m going to go now.” She stepped back from Lena, practically power-walked towards the balcony door, stopping only when she felt something tug on her cape.

“Kara,” Lena began, but Kara didn’t turn. Couldn’t turn. Whatever courage Lena had been on when she’d managed to say the words Kara couldn’t seemed to fade, however, and she released her grip on Kara’s cape and pulled back. “You pull the suit off way better than him, don’t sell yourself short.” 

(It wasn’t what Lena wanted to say, Kara didn’t need the uptick of Lena’s heartbeat or the soft, regretful sigh she released a moment after the words escaped her lips. 

It wasn’t what Lena wanted to say, but it was what she did say, and Kara managed nothing more than a strangled laugh in response, taking off into the night and leaving Lena and a mug of hot chocolate untouched behind her.)

xxx

The next time she saw Lena was at game night.

(This was not for a lack of trying on Lena’s part. She’d invited Kara to lunch, to coffee, to a variety of science-related events—even Lena’s TED Talk—but Kara had declined them all, citing work or Supergirl-catastrophes.

Finally, Lena had sent a text reading just hmph, and Kara had spent the rest of the afternoon asking Nia if it was a good or bad hmph.) 

Game night, however, Kara couldn’t avoid. Namely, because it was at her own apartment. She had managed to avoid directly inviting Lena, resorting instead to a group chat message, something that had Nia shaking her head and muttering “children.” 

(And rationally, Kara knew better. She knew that she was supposed to be a better friend, that they were working on repairing their tattered and bruised friendship, that they needed to reestablish all those lines of communication and trust that had been burned to the ground. 

She knew, but she struggled. She struggled with the thought of looking at Lena and not thinking about how much she loved her, not thinking that Lena felt the same way, not thinking that had she been better—a better friend, a more honest friend, a kinder friend—then there would have been nothing in the way of her reaching out to take Lena by the hand, tug her forward, chase her lip, and—

Well. All those were things she was determinedly not trying to think of.) 

She was a bit of a mess by the time Lena arrived, looking as beautiful and breathtaking as ever, a bag of takeout in her hand, an unsure smile on her lips. 

“Are you sure?” Lena whispered, not entering Kara’s apartment. “If this is too much—”

“—I want you here,” Kara cut in, not really embarrassed by how desperate she sounded. Because now that she was looking at Lena, she forgot why she had wanted to maintain distance in the first place. Self-preservation no longer seemed very important to her. “I always want you with me.” 

“As a friend,” Lena added, cheeks flushed, suddenly very interested in her shoes, her heart pounding away, teeth digging into her bottom lip. 

Kara wasn’t sure what it all meant. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. So instead, she responded with the honesty she should’ve afforded Lena sooner—the honesty her best friend was owed. “In any capacity you’ll have me,” she said.

Lena didn’t respond, but as she walked by to enter Kara’s apartment, the fingers of her free hand ran over the inside of Kara’s hand, barely brushing over Kara’s palm, really, and it was like an electric shock, leaving Kara paralyzed to the spot until Alex took pity on her and unrooted her—physically dragging her over to the food and games.

(And the entire night, as Kara flexed the hand Lena touched repeatedly, she noticed that every time she looked over at Lena, Lena was already looking at her.

And the entire night, as Nia muttered “children” under her breath, Kara began to hope.)

xxx

As the weeks dragged on and Lena showed no signs of wanting anything to evolve between them, much of that hope evaporated. She was only holding onto the last tendrils when she had to show up at L-Corp (again) to stop some madman’s mad henchmen from trying to kill Lena (again). 

When the men were appropriately stopped and detained, Kara found herself on the balcony with Lena (again), staring out at the city (this too, again). Lena wasn’t drinking anything, and she wasn’t dressed in her soft sweaters. Instead, she was wearing a navy suit, hair pulled tightly back, hands in her pockets as she leaned against the balustrade, eyes on Kara. 

“You took awhile to get here,” Lena finally said, and Kara turned to her, a little offended.

“There was a fire, Lena. I had to make sure it was out before—”

“—but I thought I was your Lois?” she interrupted, with more than a little snark. Kara straightened, standing at her full height as she approached Lena.

“First of all, low blow. Secondly, you said it yourself, I don’t have a Lois. Maybe you need to find a less honorable friend,” Kara told her, eyes narrowed. 

Lena didn’t look sorry. If anything, she seemed...content. “I’ve been thinking about it, you know?” She tugged her hands out of her pockets, and Kara thought her heart slammed to a halt when Lena reached out and placed her hands on Kara’s shoulders, drawing her in. “I think the truth is,” she continued, hands sliding across Kara’s shoulders, interlocking behind Kara’s neck, “you’re my Lois. Because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you, even give up a chance at something more, something I really want, because I was scared it wouldn’t work and I’d lose you completely.” 

“Something you really want, huh?” Kara said, her heart jumpstarting at the feeling of Lena’s fingers against her neck, at the way Lena’s thumbs rubbed gently against the base of her skull, at the way Lena leaned up, pressing their foreheads together. “Are you still scared?”

“Terrified,” Lena breathed. “But I figure I could be a little more like you, potential heartbreak and all.”

Kara tried to nod, managing nothing more than gently head-butting Lena and making her laugh. “We probably need to figure out a better way to describe how we feel about each other, I think my cousin and Lois may get concerned—”

“—Kara?” Lena interrupted, pulling away just a bit.

“Yeah?”

“We can definitely talk about this if you want. Or you could just kiss me. Whichever you prefer.” 

(In the end, it was an easy choice.

And judging from the way Lena sighed into her mouth, she felt the same way.)

[independent-variables]

#its like the people who think all the clones are nice and pro jedi etc#like no.... the whole point of the clones being INDIVIDUALS is that they have different opinions#and that means that no they dont all think the same things and that means that no they don't all react the same either#some are going to hate the jedi#some are going to hate the Republic#being obedient doesnt mean you support what youre obeying and being supportive doesnt mean you obey#there will be clones who will be EXCELLENT subordinates yet SIMULTANEOUSLY resent and dislike and hate the people they are following#including the jedi#guess why? because no one likes everyone and no one can be liked by everyone#to say the clones aren't capable of being “mean” or “harmful” or “bad” is denying their ability to make choices... even “bad” ones#and it's also denying that being a “good” person is extremely subjective thing that is informed by nurture as much as nature

#its all well and good saying that the clones are people and the clones love the jedi but... those things arent mutually inclusive#and thats not even getting into the variation of experience that the clones will have had with the jedi#do we think Krell wouldnt have ordered his battalion to do ANYTHING permitted for the mission (including die)?#what about jedi who didnt know the first thing about war so said to their clones 'you do what you need to do'?#we also need to consider how outnumbered the jedi influence is within the GAR#because theres no way the Jedi are going to sit every single clone down and reestablish a NEW moral line in the sand based

@x-authorship-x thank you for these tags. yes. this.

thinking about the whole "Would The Clones Do Torture?" thing again

[kymal]

I’m still holding desperately onto my theory that TLOVM Pike is currently in Vasselheim working on her connection to Sarenrae and she’ll enlist Kash and Zahra for help completing whatever quest she needs to complete to restore her holy powers. I just. I need it.

haha while i dont think we'll get to vasselheim this season, i definitely am holding onto hope that we'll see it for an itsy bitsy amount in the second season and get kash and zahra too (also half wondering if we'll get kerrek bc he's a guest character thats so tied to keyleth's character journey, i really have to wonder how they'll reestablish the whole 'i have passed through fire' spiel without him)

though that does make me wonder where this sarenrae temple pike's presently at in tlovm is exactly... did she travel all the way to vasselheim in, like, a day? i doubt it... *taps chin* i also suspect theyre going to handwave the whole thing with 'the everlight' having her power diminished and few followers post-divergence bc the few shots we've seen, i think thats already more worshippers at that temple than we ever met at this time within the campaign lmao

[phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust]

I kinda think if John had survived we wouldnt have gotten mclennon happily ever after like some people think. The relationship was mending and in a good place but their was still a lot of work to be done. Also just say they really were ex lovers I dont think John leaving Yoko would mean they'd get back together Paul seemed pretty content with family life. I think Paul might have wanted John back after Linda passed bc Paul needs a partner but John wouldnt have liked that, being 2nd pick.

(Re: this post)

Yeah, I mean, I do agree that it wouldn’t have just been: John divorces Yoko, then just sunshine and rainbows between John and Paul for the rest of eternity - because John and Paul already had a lot of issues between them, even before Yoko’s entry. And most of these issues were stemming from John, I feel at least, and his apparent mental health complications. Paul im sure has issues too (his mothers death had to have affected him deeply), but I don’t think that they were to such a degree that they would have been the core source of wreckage within John and Pauls relationship. To me it seems that John was clearly the one who pushed Paul away.

I do recognise though that if John had lived, his and Pauls relationship would still be with its many complications, and it would have probably taken years of trial and error for them to really reconnect and get to point of stability between the two. But my point is not so much that they would have had absolutely no issues once he divorced Yoko (because that is simply unrealistic), but it is more so that I think John in the late 70s and early 80s seemed to be headed towards a period of more mental and emotional stability. And if this had continued, and he’d taken further steps through divorcing Yoko, re-connecting with Julian and, in my opinion what would be the most crucial factor here: going to therapy, and really gaining an understanding of the roots of his issues, and learning techniques that he can utilise to react in a proper fashion to life’s obstacles - I think that these factors would have been steps that would have all been relative to him and Paul reestablishing a good relationship.

But, like I said, though I imagine it would have been years of on and off arguments between the two, I do think that they eventually would have gotten to be in a good place within their relationship. And who knows - maybe if John had fully addressed his sexuality, he might have talked to Paul about his feelings towards him, and they could have had an in depth discussion about it that ultimately brought them closer together.

When I was discussing what John in the 80s might have looked like, I was basing my speculation off of the belief that J&P never had an actual, physical relationship - so when I talked about them reuniting, I didn’t mean it in a romantic sense. But assuming they did have a physical relationship, that would of course make re-connecting a lot more different. Linda would probably be an issue for John I imagine, and realistically I don’t think Paul would have ever wanted to have left Linda for John, partly because he’s a family man, partly because I believe he truly loved Linda, and partly because I think he recognised that him and Linda were far more compatible partners then him and John. But if John were to have an undergone therapy, and gained some proper insight and understanding, and overall just became a more empathetic human being (not that he was apathetic necessarily, but I feel he wasn’t always the most empathetic person either), I think he could have re-established a friendship with Paul, with Linda still in the picture - and then once she passed, who knows, maybe they would have ended up together. I think it probably would have been a good time for them really, because assuming John had undergone therapy and sorted out most of his problems, it would have allowed Paul to be the vulnerable one within the relationship - which I feel is something they sort of needed. I can imagine them growing old together, because if they were a couple during the 60s, then I think there was certainly too much pressure placed on them at the time, as well as John already having pre-existing issues, for them to have worked out during that period. But a 60-something-year-old J&P, I can see that working out :)

Then again, as @a-queen-of-the-clouds once said, John and Paul would probably have just been fighting and making up every 5 years like Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham lmao