#whereas watching and dreaming kicked ass

[rosemaidenvixen]

Titan brainrot got me so bad I'm making memes

[ticklishraspberries]

Intimacy (Alex/Henry)

Summary: Henry wants to sleep in and cuddle, but Alex is awake and fidgety. Laughter ensues. (For Day 2 of @august-anon's weekly Tickletober prompts!! Thanks to everyone who voted for this ship and I hope you all enjoy the fic!!)

Henry has spent so many years of his life without affection.

His family is distant, all but Bea, whose love usually comes in quick hugs, the occasional ruffle of his hair. Henry’s love life has only been able to exist in the shadows, hidden by his family. Any feelings were pushed down, just trying to get by with hook-ups and longing glances.

When Alex comes around, the touch comes slow: It starts with the occasional accidental brushes, knuckles and knees bumping together. Then, the passionate kissing, the sex. They start with sex, then love and intimacy, those things have to come after. It’s easier that way for them both.

Alex grew up differently, surrounded by love. His parents, his sister, his friends and past girlfriends. But he was always so busy with school, with following his dreams and helping his family. Affection wasn’t as foreign to him, but true intimacy with a romantic partner wasn’t something he had much experience with.

Now, their love is in full swing, everything is intimate and beautiful and Henry receives affection at a much higher rate than he’s used to, and it’s simultaneously weird and perfect. They love each other fiercely, and they’re always touching.

Henry’s always been an early riser, Alex too, but after late nights talking and touching, they find themselves sleeping in. Well, Henry is sleeping in, and holding Alex hostage with him.

“Baby, I was gonna order breakfast for us,” he mutters.

Henry groans. “No, you’re staying here.”

Alex gives a fond chuckle. “Are you holding me hostage in this bed?”

Snuggling closer, Henry hums in affirmation. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Alex’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss there.

Alex squirms, a hopeless smile curling on his face. “Watch it.”

“Watch what? Am I tickling you?” Henry asks.

“No,” Alex replies, unconvincingly, his smile evident in his voice. “I just don’t want to lay in bed all day, your royal laziness.”

Henry gives a playful gasp and brings his fingers to Alex’s bare side, spidering his fingers over tanned skin with the precision of a pianist. He knows it’s technically only going to wake them both up more, going against his original goal of keeping them in bed longer, but those giggles are just too tempting. He couldn’t resist, pressing those kisses into his neck while simultaneously tickling his sides, making Alex squirm like mad, soft giggles quickly transforming into genuine laughter.

Alex had grown up being tickled by June, and tickling her back, whereas Henry’s experience with tickling had been much less frequent. His father had done it when he was a child, and Bea had done it a little more. Still, he had to learn all of Alex’s spots, figure out how to poke and scribble in the right ways. It hadn’t been very hard, considering Alex is very sensitive and incredibly responsive. Henry likes knowing that Alex isn’t just laughing out of anticipation or the silliness of the situation, but because he’s actually doing a good job at tickling.

“Baby, c’mon,” Alex whines. “If I stay in bed, will you cut it out?”

Henry’s fingers dance up to his ribs. “Hmm…Maybe?”

“That’s so not fair!” Alex snorts, trying to roll away and getting tangled in the bedsheets, his legs kicking uselessly. It’s a pretty adorable sight, and Henry is so smitten.

“Well, if I’m tickling you, you are technically still in bed. I win either way.”

“You’re such an ass,” Alex replied, batting uselessly at his hands.

Henry nipped at his collarbone as a little punishment for the comment. He was such a brat, and Henry loved him for it. He loved his touch, his laugh, his sassy comments.

Now that he has this love, this affection in his life, he’s never going to give it up.

[mynameismckenziemae]

I Love You Two

Part 2

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x OFC x Jake Seresin.

Summary: Jake takes your mind off of things until Bradley shows up on your doorstep, drunk and spilling secrets.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! Smut, oral (m and f receiving), edging, sexy dreams, etc.

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“So Admiral Kazansky is your uncle?” Jake asks as he follows you to your car. Penny had taken one look at your tear-stained face and let you go early. The rush was over anyway.

“Seriously?” You laugh through your tears, “After everything you just witnessed, that’s your first question?”

Jake shrugs. “Figured you’d fill me in on the rest when you’re ready.”

A fresh round of tears well at his understanding. “Yes, Ice is my uncle. You realize we have the same last name, right?”

“Well I do now,” he smiles sheepishly, “Can’t help that I’m preoccupied when we’re together.”

“Mmm,” you turn to him with a smile, “follow me back to my place?”

“Yes ma’am,” he murmurs, kissing you and opening your car door.

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Your tears continue to fall as you drive, the pain getting worse the further you get away from him. But as you get closer to home, you take a deep breath and dry your tears, refusing to let him ruin what you have with Jake.

There are 2 missed calls from Bradley and a few texts on your phone.

Nat: WTF happened? Bradley came back inside like a kicked puppy. He’s 3 shots deep already.

Penny: Love you kiddo. Everything will work out. It always does.

Bradley: I’m so sorry.

You ignore them all for now and silence it.

“Well, this is it,” you say as you drop your keys on the table by the door, “apartment sweet apartment.”

“It’s cute,” he says, pulling you to him, “just like you. Will you show me your bedroom? I’m dying to see it.”

“Right this way,” you smile, taking him by the hand.

“I missed this,” he murmurs as he kisses your neck, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you sigh, reaching behind you to palm his cock, “and this.”

“Yeah?” He grunts as you begin to rub your hand over him, “how much?”

“So much,” you reply, turning around in his arms, “I thought about it every time I touched myself,” he groans as you unbutton his shirt, before pushing it off his shoulders, “how you get so hard for me, how good you feel inside me, the taste of you on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” he breathes as you sink to your knees, mouthing him through the rough fabric of his uniform before pulling him out. His hands gently push into your hair as you give him a few teasing flicks with your tongue, he doesn’t rush you though; the feel of your roots in his fingers grounding him.

He’s always so controlled, never completely losing himself and you want, no, need to see it happen.

You watch from under your lashes as you gently suck on the head. His eyes roll back before closing, a soft “oh,” leaving his lips.

You tease him for a long time; keeping your rhythm irregular, alternating between shallow and deep bobs, and pulling off every time he gets close.

His hands tighten in your hair, but he still doesn’t guide your head in any way.

So restrained, so polite, so respectful. Whereas Bradley took what he wanted and encouraged you to do the same.

“Liv,” he gasps, beginning to sound desperate when you edge him yet again.

“Hmm?” You hum, trying to sound unaffected but your arousal is soaking through your underwear and into the denim.

“Darlin’,” he groans, hips pushing forward of their own accord, “You’re killing me.”

“What do you need?” You play dumb as you lazily stroke him, licking the beading precum.

“Please let me cum,” he breathes, head falling back on his shoulders when you start bobbing your head again, “please?”

A shiver runs down your spine and you moan around his cock. Your hands trail up the back of his thighs before your nails sink into the meat of his ass. His hips unexpectedly jerk at the bite of pain, gagging you slightly.

“S-sorry, fuck!” He gasps when you don’t let him pull out, instead digging your nails in and guiding his hips to do it again, to fuck your mouth. Tears start to fill your eyes as you bob faster.

“God, Liv,” he breathes, “I-I’m gonna…”

You give him a quick nod as you keep the same rhythm, moaning as the first rope of cum hits your tongue, swallowing your reward eagerly. His low groan sends a pulse of need to your clit.

He sways slightly when you release his spent cock from your mouth and you steady him with your hands, feeling the indents your nails left.

Once on your feet, he pulls you in for a kiss, and a rumble escapes him when he tastes himself on your lips. He walks you back to your bed before tossing you on it, tugging your shorts and underwear off together before he kneels.

Like a man starved, he devours you; no teasing, no build-up. Another debauched groan leaves him as he tastes you, fucking your pussy with his tongue as he nudges your clit with his nose. Your hands find his hair, gripping tightly when he pushes you over the edge in no time at all.

Unlike Jake, you have no qualms about taking what you want. “I wasn’t done,” he chuckles against your thigh where he’s pressing kisses when you guide his head back between your thighs after you come down with a whine, “just letting you breathe a second. I could do this all night.”

“Yeah,” you agree with a sigh as he laps up your release.

It’s not all night, but he stays between your thighs for over an hour, coaxing countless orgasms out of you until you’re a quivering, boneless mess.

“Come here,” your voice hoarse as you crook your finger, “need you inside me.”

He rises to his feet with a sexy smile, but before he can get his pants off there’s a loud banging from the front door, making you jump.

“What the hell?!” You look at your watch, “it’s after midnight.”

“Liv! Wake up, I gotta talk to you.”

It’s Bradley.

“I’m so sorry,” he says loudly through the door. Too loudly.

He’s drunk.

“Want me to take care of him?” Jake asks, pulling his pants back up, “I mean send him home. I’m not gonna punch him when he’s drunk,” he adds when you give him a look.

“No,” you sigh, letting him help you stand on shaky legs. Completely naked since your shirt and bra had come off at some point over the last hour, you quickly pull on your silk robe. “I’ll be right back.”

“Liv! C’mon,” Bradley starts pounding again.

“What-Jesus Bradley!” You catch him as you open the door that was apparently holding him upright.

“Sorry, sorry,” he slurs, catching most of his own weight.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, trying to look past him to the driveway, “How-Please don’t tell me you drove here.”

“I’m-no,” he shakes his head, “I’m stupid but not that stupid. Took an Uber.”

“Good,” you say as you get him standing again, “take another one back home.”

“I need to talk to you,” he says, brown eyes glassy as he looks at your barely-there robe, but he shakes his head to focus. “There’s…I have so much to tell you but I can’t go home without telling you I’m sorry for what I said tonight.”

“Okay,” you whisper, refusing to cry when your heart pinches at the way he made you feel; like a vindictive slut, “You said you were sorry. Now go home.”

“Just hear me out,” he pleads, voice growing thick, “I can’t stop thinking about you and how I fucked everything up by leaving the way I did. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t even fucking fly anymore!”

“Quit blaming Liv for being a shitty pilot,” Jake says haughtily from behind you, “because I can’t stop thinking about her either, and I’ve been flying better than ever.”

“Jake- “ you get cut off by Bradley.

“Of fucking course he’s here,” he seethes, stumbling backward.

“No! Don’t…” you tell him as his legs hit the couch, “sit down.”

He’s not leaving any time soon.

“Always around,” Bradley continues, “fucking everything up.”

“I didn’t fuck up anything,” Jake argues, “if you would get your head outta your ass, you’d probably fly a lot better. Might’ve been able to fix shit with Liv here but you waited too long. Didn’t take the shot.”

“But you did,” Bradley mumbles, “you took the shot and took my girl. My mom would be so disappointed in me.”

Jake snorts but you ignore it to ask, “What about Carole?”

“Told her how I felt about you after you stayed by me for spring break,” he sighs heavily, “she said I should tell you because she thought you felt the same. Said you looked at me the way she looked at my dad. Obviously, I didn’t because I…was scared. Then she got sick.”

“I was 19-Bradley that was 10 years ago,” you say, heart pounding.

“Yeah,” he yawns, “wonder where we’d be if I hadn’t fucked that up too.”

You feel like you’re going to be sick as you look at Jake, his expression unreadable.

“C’mon,” he holds out his hand, “let him sleep it off.”

You nod and place your hand in his as Bradlwy begins to snore.

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Jake holds you in his arms as you fill him in on the rest; how’d you grown up together, the way you gave him your heart and he crushed it.

“So he was the one who broke your heart,” he murmurs, stroking your hair and not complaining about the way your tears are dripping onto his chest, “I could tell you’d been hurt when we met.”

“How?” You ask.

“You just looked so…sad. Sure you smiled, laughed here and there but it didn’t reach your eyes.”

You nod, suddenly exhausted from the emotional events of the day.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs as you drift off.

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Bradley’s head is between your thighs, and he groans deeply as he eats you out like you’re his last meal. Confusion and guilt start to creep in but Jake’s there too, pushing his fingers into Bradley’s hair and guiding his head.

“Show her,” Jake murmurs as he begins to jerk himself off, “show her how sorry you are.”

Bradley’s answering grunt reverberates through you as he looks up at Jake with anger…and lust?

“C’mon, Bradshaw,” he husks, “or do I need to show how this is done too?”

“I know how she likes it,” Bradley answers into your pussy, making you moan.

“Let’s see then,” Jake replies, pushing his head into you more.

All of a sudden they’re both between your thighs, shouldering each other their mouths where you want them most.

“Fuck you,” Bradley growls as Jake gets there first.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” Jake stops his slow licks inside you to tease.

Bradley’s eyes dip to Jake’s lips and back up, sharing a scorching look before they both resume. Two tongues, twin groans, and too many fingers to count; pinching your nipples, pushing inside you, gripping your ass.

You’re on the brink when you look down to watch them feast on you. Lips and tongues working together to send you higher and higher and…

Your uninhibited cry echos off the walls of your bedroom as you wake to the mind-blowing pleasure washing over you. Jake’s eyes widen in surprise between your thighs before closing with a groan.

The slam of your front door pulls you out of your post-orgasmic haze.

Fuck. Bradley.

“Seriously Jake?” you sigh, opening your eyes to him wiping his release from his hand with a tissue, “you knew he was here.”

“Yeah,” he admits, not sorry in the slightest, “but I didn’t know you’d be so loud. Don’t be embarrassed,” he murmurs, kissing your heated cheek, “just wasn’t expecting it, it was hot…too hot,” he flushes too as he nods to the balled-up tissues in his fist.

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Bradley’s back inside when you come out of the bedroom a few minutes later.

A fresh wave of arousal washes over you at the sight of him on your couch. His hair mussed like he was running his hands through it, cheeks ruddy, and sitting forward in an unnatural position.

“I-uh,” voice low and husky before he clears his throat, “I tried to get an Uber but my phone died. Can I use your charger?”

“Yeah,” you reply, grabbing it from your room and giving Jake a look before returning to living room.

He straightens when you get near, strategically placing a hand high up on his thigh over where his cock would be. When he won’t meet your eye as you hand him the charger confirms it.

He’s turned on.

“Don’t bother with the Uber, I’ll give you a ride after I shower,” you say, feeling his eyes on your ass as you walk away.

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A/N: Big feelings in this one. Poor Bradley’s loved Liv for years. Jake’s so sweet to her and such an ass to Bradley 😂 I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!

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[badkitty3000]

What do you think Klaus think Five's ideal type is?

Klaus and Five are my absolute favorite dynamic, in case you hadn't noticed :)

So, here's my take. Klaus has a fandom reputation as being the out-to-lunch weirdo and screw-up (I am guilty of doing this as well). And he is...but they all are, so that's not really fair. Klaus is actually very observant of his surroundings, as well as people. It's just that he usually doesn't bother telling anybody anything of note because historically no one listens to him anyway, and after a lifetime of being ignored or laughed at, he has learned to keep most things to himself. But I would say he is the one that has actually paid closer attention to Five since he returned than any of them have.

He is the only one that acknowledges how lonely Five must have been during his time in the Apocalypse (well, Luther kind of does too I guess). He's the only one that actually listens to Five most of the time and wants to spend time with him, whereas everyone else either brushes Five off or blames him for everything ("You're a good brother"😭😭) . He notices that Five is wearing aftershave! 😂

Knowing all of that, I believe Klaus would have a really good grasp on the kind of person Five should be with. He'd be a good wing-man if they were out at a bar. I could see some very cute but dumb-looking girl wandering over to try and talk to Five, but Klaus spies her first and gets in between them, blocking her path. He looks her up and down, judging her, then starts firing questions off like some sort of sphynx with riddles that must be answered correctly before anyone can get by.

"Quick, what is the capital of Zimbabwe?"

She looks blankly up at him. "What?"

"What is the square root of 6,789 rounded to the nearest 100th?"

She stands there, blinking vacantly. "What?"

Klaus waves her off with a dismissive hand. "Shoo...get out of here. You aren't fit to breathe the same air as my brother."

He would know that Five needs someone extremely smart and nurturing, but feisty and sexual at the same time.

Five walks up to Klaus, looking confused and frowning. "The weirdest thing just happened to me. I overheard this woman say she was a pediatric oncologist that volunteers at homeless shelters, but when she walked up to the bar she threatened to kick me in the balls if I didn't get out of her way, then she smacked me on the ass."

Klaus looks excitedly around the bar. "Well don't let her get away, Fivey! Go after her!"

"What are you talking about?"

"That's your dream woman, dummy! I can hear wedding bells already! Go on...go get her, you sexy freak, you!"

Klaus turns Five around by the shoulders and shoves him in the general direction of the woman, while Five just ambles away, completely dumbfounded, but also not arguing. Klaus watches with a smile on his face as he orders another drink and silently congratulates himself on his superb match-making skills.

I feel like I could write a whole long, hilarious scenario of Klaus playing matchmaker for Five, but I'll stop since this is getting too long already. But to sum it up, Klaus would know best out of everyone who would be a good match for Five. Maybe even more than Five would! A smart, sweet, but sexy and strong lady that could hold her own against his ex-assassin brother. And probably someone he'd get along with himself, because Klaus is also a bit selfish and he wouldn't want to hang out with anyone he wasn't also compatible with. 😂

[aspoonofsugar]

Adam: Stick It To The Man

When the world has screwed you And crushed you in its fist When the way you're treated Has got you good and pissed There's been one solution Since the world began Don't just sit and take it Stick it to the man

Stick It To The Man is a song from the School of Rock musical, which is referenced in Hazbin Hotel's episode 6:

Vaggie: "Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man". Are you fucking serious? Adam: Uh, yeah. Sure got me here, didn't it?

Why is that so? There are two reasons:

Alex Brightman, who plays Adam, is also the protagonist Dewey Finn in the musical play

Adam and Dewey share several similarities to the point that Adam alludes to Dewey in some way

In short, Dewey's story inspired Adam's, so School of Rock can be useful to analyze Hazbin Hotel's First Man.

SCHOOL OF ROCK

Here comes a short summary of the movie/musical for whoever has never watched it (and should). If you already know the story, feel free to skip it.

Dewey Finn is a penniless musician, who dreams of becoming a rock star. He has no job and lives with his friend Ned and Ned's girlfriend Patty. All he does is playing rock with the "No Vacancy", his band. However, he is considered too over the top and self-centered by the other members and is expelled. Meanwhile Ned's girlfriend gets fed up with him and imposes an ultimatum. He either pays the rent or leaves.

Dewey finds himself in a pinch. On the one hand he wants to win the Battle of the Bands, but he has no band. On the other hand he needs to buy time and find some money to pay Patty. So, when he answers a phone call for Ned and discovers his friend is asked to be a substitude teacher, he decides to take his place. He poses as Ned Schneebly and starts teaching a class of kids.

He soon discovers the kids are gifted at music and devises a new plan. He forms a band with his class, so that they can all take part in the Battle of the Bands. By doing so, he starts truly bonding with the children. He encourages them to discover more about rock, nurtures their artistic talents, creates a strong sense of comraderie within the class. Basically, the kids were used to a strict environment, but through Dewey, they taste freedom, creativity and learn to challenge the system. Dewey himself starts changing, as he becomes more responsible and selfless for the kids' sake.

The kids pass the audition and are admitted to the Battle of the Bands. However, just before it, Dewey is asked to report his students' progress to their families in a teacher-parent meeting. There Patty and Ned arrive and unmask him, so the situation degenerates into chaos and Dewey is forced to run away.

All seems lost, but the kids have grown fond of Dewey and forgive his lie. They escape school, go to their teacher's house and encourage him to take part with them in the competition. Dewey and the kids make a great performance and get through to the public, including the parents, who realize how much Dewey's "rock lessons" have helped their children. In the end, the class doesn't win, but they get an encore.

In the epilogue, it is revealed Dewey is teaching music in an approved after-school program. So, Dewey finds his place in society, all while teaching the new generations how to live in a rock'n roll way.

So, what does the detestable Adam have in common with the lovable Dewey? Well, for starters, both love rock.

I FUCKING ROCK

Adam: I know. I fucking rock.

Adam has a rock motif, which emerges strongly in his first meeting with Charlie. He plays in a rock band, has studs on his tunic and materializes a golden guitar he performs a metal solo with:

Adam: Guitar solo, fuck yeah!

Not only that, but his song Hell Is Forever is hard rock, whereas the other pieces are inspired by traditional musicals.

Dewey too is passionate about rock and loves playing. In particular, he dreams of becoming a rock-star:

Dewey: I'll be strummin' my axe in a basement dive with my totally kick-ass band! When an army of A&R men will arrive with pens and contracts in hand! And they'll whisk me away in a big, black car And the record execs, and the girls from PR They'll know from the start what a major league star I will be! Just wait and see! (...) I'll rise and I'll rise and I'll rise And the wings of my soul Up where I belong! And I'll climb to the top of Mount Rock And be part of that heavenly scene With Odin and Zeus on the base and the drums And Thor playin' tamborine And Elvis and Janice and Kurt will appear And Jesus will toss me a beer And we'll jam 'round the clock! At the top of Mount Rock At the top of Mount Rock At the top of Mount Rock!

These are the beginning and the end of the song When I Climb To The Top Of Mount Rock, which is Dewey's introductory song.

He imagines to kick ass with his axe-guitar:

And his badass band:

While climbing to the top of Mount Rock to be part of a heavenly scene:

Oh look! Adam got Dewey's wish! Why is that so? Let's head at the heart of the two characters' foiling.

Both Adam and Dewey feel like losers.

Adam loses not one, but two wives to Lucifer:

Lucifer: Well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what I had to offer… or the second, bow-chicka-pow-pow!

Dewey is instead broken, has no success and is forced to live with his best friend:

Patty: Give up your dreams Your dreams are lame and weak Can't you see you're talent free You sad, deluded freak Time's up, you loser And soon you'll have to pay Sell the vinyl, pawn the amps And put your little dreams away

Both are also very childish to the point of being men-children:

Adam: Here's my personal favorite. You'll love it. Charlie: Uh…thanks. Charlie tries to take a piece of rib, but her hand passes right through them, as they fizz on and off from the touch. Adam laughs. Adam: I got you again, bitch! Fuckin' hilarious!

Patty: No more excuses, there's nothing to discuss Ditch your pointless, futile dreams And join the grown up world like us

This immaturity shows in their power fantasy of getting revenge on the world. They wanna prove their detractors wrong:

Dewey: And no one will call me a loser again Or tell me what I can't do!

The difference is that, at the beginning of their respective stories, Dewey is failing, while Adam has succeeded:

Adam: Are they Winners? Are they Sinners? 'Cause it's cut and dry.

Adam is by his own definition a winner, as he has been judged worthy of Heaven. He can enjoy an eternal life of happiness and bliss, while looking down on his most hated rival, since Lucifer is instead banished to Hell.

In short:

Dewey and Adam are losers, who share a childish dream of fame and success

Dewey has this dream negated to him, whereas Adam fulfills this fantasy

Adam is Dewey's desire incarnated. He is a winged soul (quite literally), who has reached the very top. He can play his music with angels and he himself is a legend:

Adam: So, I was playin' this gig, and for some fuckin' reason, this virtue chick was diggin' on the drummer, and it's like, "do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam. I'm the original dick!" All dicks descend from me. You think you want drummer dick? No way! I'm the Dick-fuckin' master!

He is the rockstar Dewey dreams of becoming. But is he really the embodyment of rock? Let's take a closer look.

THE BAND IS MINE

Dewey: You think you'll be just fine Without me, but you're mine You think you can just kick me out of the band? Well, there's just one problem there The band is mine! How can you kick me out of what is mine? Well, you're not hardcore Unless you live hardcore!

School of Rock starts with Dewey being kicked out of his own band because he is too selfish. Later on, he slowly overcomes his selfishness as he forms a new band with the kids. By working with them he realizes what it means to be part of a group. Not only that, but as a teacher he listens to the kids and helps them discover their individuality:

Tamika, a student: I was lost, lost and in pain So much hurt bottled inside All the things I should've said I just kept trying to hide And I thought nobody could But you, you understood i needed to share And only you would listen Hoped someone would care And only you would listen You raised my voice up taught me not to fear I've learned who I am because you're here

Adam too is part of a band and he is its leader:

Adam: Haha, yeah! Ladies, let's fuck shit up! [accompanied by a guitar sting] ATTACK!

Adam's bond with the exorcists can be commented on multiple levels.

1- A man among women

Adam is the only man among an army of women and he is the one in command. This ties with Adam's misogyny. As a matter of fact he builds a harem of badass ladies ready to fight for him. In a sense, Adam has his own army of groupies to objectify:

This is shown also through his biblical motifs:

Adam's favourite food is ribs because in the Bible Eve is created from his rib. Similarly, he makes the exorcists at his image and likeliness. He sees them as an extension of himself.

Adam: You were on the front lines, I wouldn't forget a bad bitch like you. It's why I named you after the best thing ever. Vaggie.

He is the one giving Vaggie her name, just like in the Bible Adam names animals. So, Vaggie is symbolically equated to a beast.

On this last point, he probably named the other exorcists, as well, which leads us to three considerations:

Adam chooses for Vaggie the most insulting and objectifying name possible, as he literally calls her vagina.

Lute too is called after an object. Not just any object, but an instrument angels play. She isn't supposed to be a performer, but just a musical device.

Typically, the one naming another person is their parent.

2- Parent and daughters

Carmilla abt the exorcists: By showing you the flaws in your own fighting style. Yours and all your sisters'.

The exorcists are "sisters" and Adam is their authority figure and metaphorical father. He is the one giving them names and a place to belong. However, they must obey his orders and live up to his standards. Cause, if they don't:

Vaggie is taught to fight, kill and hate. The moment she gives in to pity, she is immediately punished and discarded with no second thoughts. She is even used as a cautionary tale:

Adam: Prepare to slaughter every sinner in that shit hotel, and you all remember Vaggie? Exorcists: Boo! We hate her!

In short, Adam acts towards the exorcists as an abusive parent, who gives conditional acceptance. They have value only if they succeed. This one-sided mentality is perfectly shown by Lute and Vaggie:

Lute telling Vaggie to kill her: Do it, then. Correct your mistake.

Vaggie to Charlie: I'm supposed to protect you. I'm supposed to never fail you. If I can't help you, what's the point of me?

Lute sees Vaggie sparing someone, be them a sinner or Lute herself, as wrong. Vaggie is sure Charlie won't love her back, if she isn't useful. These behaviors are not innate in the two girls. They are the result of their upbringing by Adam. The First Man's controlling nature shows also in his band's looks.

3- Mask and horns

Adam has all the exorcists comform:

They wear the same mask, the same horns and the same uniform. Basically, they all dress the way Adam likes. Moreover, the exorcists have their faces hidden because they are not allowed to be people. They can only be Adam's copies. Soldiers under him.

What's interesting about this is that Adam's style is rock and metal inspired, so he forces the girls to adopt this look too. However, rock is supposed to be about self-expression, freedom and rebellion. Adam instead takes this aesthetic and turns it into a repressive military uniform. He takes something born to challenge the system and turns it into the system.

THE MAN

Dewey: THE WORLD is run by the Man. Oh, you don't know the Man? He's everywhere. In the White House, down the hall, MISS MULLINS, she's the Man. And the Man ruined the ozone, and he's burning down the Amazon, and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank! Okay? And there used to be a way to stick it to the Man, it was called rock 'n roll. But guess what? Oh no. The Man ruined that, too, with a little thing called MTV! So don't waste your time trying to make anything cool, or pure, or awesome, 'cause the Man is just gonna call you a fat washed up loser and crush your soul. So do yourselves a favor and just GIVE UP!

Dewey teaches his students about the Man, who represents the system and corrupts everything, even rock'n roll. Well, Adam is the embodyment of the Man.

He is hierarchy:

Adam: 'Cause Hell is forever Whether you like it or not Had their chance to behave better Now they boil in the pot 'Cause the rules are black and white There's no use in tryin' to fight it They're burnin' for their lives Until we kill 'em again!

He is misogyny:

Adam: Just try to chillax, babe You're wasting your breath Charlie: Hehe…

He calls Charlie a loser and tells her to give up her dream:

Adam: Fuckin' Hell is forever And it's meant to suck a lot! So give up your dumb endeavor 'Cause you don't have a shot!

He presents himself as a hard rocker, but is actually the enemy of rock itself. After all, he is the very first man:

Charlie: Wait, your name is Adam? Like the first man Adam, that means you…Oh… That explains so much.

Adam's true nature is conveyed through his design, as well. He is one of the few characters with no animal motif because his animal motif is that to be "the man". That's it. And despite wearing metal and rock accessories, his tunic resembles a letterman jacket. He is an arrogant jock masked as a rocker.

Adam isn't who Dewey wants to really become, but he is who our rock'n roll teacher risks to become, if he doesn't grow up. A betrayal of rock. Let's consider this:

Dewey: I pledge allegiance… to the band… of Mr. Schneebly… and will not fight him… for creative control… and will defer to him on all issues related to the musical direction of the band.

This is what Dewey has the kids repeat when they join the band. It sounds like a cultish creed. Luckily, as the story progresses, Dewey learns to work with the students and helps them express their needs and personalities. Adam, instead, doesn't develop and traps the exorcists in a violent and controlling environment, where their personhood is negated. He is both:

The leader of an extremist religious cult

A rockstar surrounded by adoring fans

This double metaphor is conveyed through a religious reference:

Adam materializes a group of golden exorcists (both an army and a band), which alludes to the golden calf. According to the Bible, Moses goes up to Mount Sinai to receive the Ten Commandments, but takes a long time and the Israelites lose hope. They start adoring a calf made of gold, only to be called out by an angered Moses once he gets back. In short, the golden calf is a false god, an idol. Adam too is an idol, both in the religious sense and in the musical sense. He is a fake angel and a fake rocker. He lives in Heaven, but his beliefs are rotten. He plays hard rock, but his spirit has nothing to do with it. He is a sinful angel and a metaphorical rockstar who sold himself out. So, he is the fake calf that needs to be broken.

How does one do it? Dewey teaches his students the answer:

Dewey: Get all of your aggression out They try to stop you let 'em know Exactly where they all could go And do it just as loudly as you can Stick it to the man

And who is the one who sticks it to Adam?

CHARLIE, CHILD OF ROCK

Charlie and Emily: If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky The rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again

This stanza of You Didn't Know is Charlie's answer to Adam. The First Man sings that Hell is Forever, whereas the Princess of Hell believes redemption is not only possible, but necessary for Heaven to work. Charlie's reply addresses a systemic issue and challenges the status quo, which is why it is much more punk rock than Adam's stance:

Adam and Lute: There's no question to be posed He's unholy, case closed Did you forget that "Hell is forever"?

In general, the court scene makes clear who represents the system (the Man) and who is trying to change it (the Rocker). Adam is in a position of power over Charlie and is backed up by Sera, the highest authority in the room. Charlie is instead at the very bottom of the hierarchy, as she is a "hell-spawn" and the Devil's daughter. This is shown by the seating arrangement:

Adam and Charlie are the two sides arguing, so they should be on the same level. However, the First Man seats in a higher position than the Princess of Hell. That symbolically conveys Sera has already decided who is gonna win:

Sera: Well, you failed to control the demons' unrest, and now Lucifer is involved, setting up an audience for his misguided daughter.

No matter what Charlie says or does: she has no chance to begin with. And yet, for just a moment, she and Emily break the order:

They look down on both Sera and Adam and call out their hypocrisy. The two girls tower over the two angels because they have the moral high ground. They sing in princess-like voices, but their lines slap as the hardest and noblest rock can. This is why their duet is a reprise of Hell is Forever. They are schooling Adam on what rock'n roll truly is.

Adam might look the part, but Charlie is Hazbin Hotel's true rocker, just like she is the messianic archetype of the series:

Angel Dust and Vaggie: Can't we just kill him? Shoot him and spill his blood? Charlie: That's an… option you could choose Angel Dust and Vaggie: Works for us! Charlie: But, who hasn't been in his shoes? It starts with sorry!

Jesus: He who is without sin among you, let him throw a stone at her first (John 8:7)

In the Gospel, an adulteress is brought to Jesus, so that he can order to stone her. Jesus instead asks that whoever has never committed sin throws the first stone. Nobody does and the woman is saved. This is similar to how Charlie steps in for Sir Pentious and convinces Angel and Vaggie to show mercy.

Charlie is clearly inspired by Jesus to an extent. She is the one willing to embrace humanity as a whole. Especially the wretched, the sinners and the outcasts:

Charlie: I can hear all their stories The lost and displaced And I know that they're more of an acquired taste But if I open the door and I give them a place At my Hazbin Hotel It'll be a happy day in Hell!

Adam is linked to an empy golden idol, whereas Charlie is set up as the savior of the world.

When it comes to the School of Rock motif, Hazbin Hotel takes Dewey's character and divides him into two:

Adam is Dewey's want. He is who Dewey initially wants to be. A shallow rockstar, who is self-centered and childish. A selfish prick showered with praise and success.

Charlie is Dewey's need. She is who Dewey eventually needs to be. A helper. Someone who makes the silenced voices heard. Dewey discovers he can be a rocker in a new band with the kids. Charlie slowly grows into the Princess of Hell thanks to her found family of misfits.

These two sides of Dewey and of rock itself come to a final clash in the Hazbin Hotel's reinterpretation of the Battle of the Bands: Extermination Day.

THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS

School of Rock's climax is the Battle of the Bands, where the School of Rock (Dewey's new band) faces off against the No Vacancy (Dewey's old band):

The Hazbin Hotel has a sign with the words "No Vacancy". That is used in hotels when there are no rooms left. However, it also alludes to the School of Rock's rivals.

The competition is where Dewey's character arc reaches its conclusion in two different ways.

He is unmasked, but the kids forgive him and accept him for who he is.

The School of Rock lose the battle, but they are the moral winners, as they touch the hearts of the public. Thanks to this, Dewey himself learns what rock is really about:

Summer Hathaway: What's wrong? Dewey Finn: What's wrong, Summer? Didn't you hear? We lost! Freddy Jones: Hey, chill out, dude. Rock isn't about getting an A. The Sex Pistols never won anything. Lawrence: Don't let the Man get you down. Zack Mooneyham: Yeah I mean, dude, you gotta cheer up. We played a kick-ass show. Dewey Finn: We did, didn't we? It was unbelievable, wasn't it?

Adam's Extermination Day is an inversion of both these resolutions.

1-Unmasked

Adam is forced to show his true face, as Lucifer breaks his mask:

And who is the real Adam? He is a man who can't get over a woman (Lilith) choosing someone else (Lucifer). So, he acts as a bully to hide his wounded masculinity.

Adam's real essence is hinted at by his final outfit, which has a golden leaf on the front. This is a reference to the fig leaf the biblical Adam uses to cover up his nudity out of shame. Such a detail can be read in two ways:

As an inversion of the original story. In the Bible Adam covers his penis, while in Hazbin Hotel the First Man puts emphasis on it through an accessory.

As a metaphor in line with the religious tradition. Biblical Adam hides his reproductive organ out of embarassement. Similarly, Hazbin Adam hides the fact he isn't such a great lover by overselling his sexual prowess. Both are ashamed of their dicks, even if for different reasons.

In short, Dewey is unmasked, but discovers a rocker behind the loser. Adam instead gets outed as a loser behind the rockstar.

2- Winning and Losing

Adam overpowers Charlie, but is stopped thanks to the bonds the girl nurtured throughout the series. Charlie can't win against Adam by herself, but this is ultimately not important. As a matter of fact Adam is defeated by Lucifer, killed by Niffty and proven wrong about redemption by Sir Pentious.

So, Adam loses, but he is given one final chance to mature and change by Charlie. However, he refuses it:

Adam: No… you don't get to end this! I'm fucking Adam! I'm the fucking man, and you're just some fucking clown or something! I started everything on Earth! All of mankind came from these fucking nuts! You all should be worshipping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers-!

Adam's final rant reveals the Man behind the Idol. both in a religious and in a musical sense.

On the one hand Adam compares himself to God, which is blasphemy. This just makes the juxtaposition with the Princess of Hell stronger, as Charlie references Jesus's sacrifice during her final stand:

Adam: Why would you endanger your immortal life for these sinners? Charlie: They’re my family!

On the other hand Adam's speech can be juxtaposed to Dewey's final one to the kids:

Dewey: Okay, listen up, you guys, we only have one song to let these guys know who we are…so I think we should play Zack's. Zack: But why? I mean…really? Dewey: Yes! The thing is, you guys, I ain't that good. I'm not, I can admit it, but, dude, you're ten years old, you're already better than me, your song rocks harder, so let's play it! But hey, you know what? That's just one guy's opinion. This ain't my band, it's our band, we all have a say.

Adam is so self-centered he makes the whole universe about himself. Dewey instead accepts he has not enough talent to be a rockstar, but realizes he can help others bloom. Adam torments his descendants by exterminating them. Dewey finds happiness in nurturing the new generations. That is why the teacher is eventually loved by his students, while the exorcist is killed by a metaphorical child:

STICK IT TO THE ANGEL

Niffty: What can I do to help? Charlie: How about this. If you see an angel, stab it!

Niffty is:

An abused housewife who adores being ordered around by "bad boys"

Everyone's inner child, which is why she is cared about, as if she were a kid

She is the perfect character to land the finishing blow to Adam. On the one hand the First Man is dominated by a masochist woman, who thinks nothing of him. On the other hand the Man-Child is killed by the embodyment of childhood itself. Adam is a fratbro who fails to question his toxic masculinity and a person who never grows up. He is the Man, so he is rightfully stuck by one of Charlie's rock students:

Lucifer: Hey, y-ya got somethin' stickin' outta your… your thing there.

Katie Killjoy: The janitor said, quote, "Charlie told me to stab, so I did".

As a matter of fact it is Charlie, who teaches Niffty how to stick it to the man. She confirms herself as the true rock teacher, just like Dewey. That is because both realize "rock" is not about individualism, but about community. Like a class. Like a hotel.

CONCLUSION

Hazbin Hotel uses Adam's musical inspiration to comment on his character and on what he represents thematically. He is introduced as an expy of Dewey Finn, but is soon revealed as his deconstruction. He is who Dewey would be if he never got to the School of Rock and never learnt what this musical genre truly stands for. In short, Adam needs some rock repetitions :P If you read up until here, congratulations! Hope you enjoyed it and that it wasn't too unclear or confusing :)

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ok i finished hotd s2

i'm one of those people who finished the ep thinking "ho boy, things will really pop off next episode!" then looked it up online and realised that was the last episode (yes i know what happened now re:production), so. that was disappointing.

man idk i just didn't have any strong feelings about anything this season. last season i loved Rhaenyra and had a lot of feelings about Alicent, and i loved loved Viserys and I enjoyed Otto and Daemon entertained me. I enjoyed Larys being a little freak. But i felt very blah about everyone this season. I was a bit perplexed at how much shit Rhaenyra was willing to take from her council, esp by the end when she's just letting Ulf be a rude little cunt. youre the queen, just send him to his room? idk. i missed Viserys. very little Hot Dad Otto content.

i wish more shit progressed. i loved what they did with Criston Cole; I couldn't stand him in s1 but turning him into "failman who keeps accidentally winning and hates it" made him very endearing. Daemon's plotline really let me down. I love dream sequences, i love spooky castles, i love weird women, but i found this extremely ineffective and static. Aegon's plotline was good, they actually did things with his character. compare that with Corlys and his sons which was incredibly undynamic. This really felt like it needed a tighter draft.

lots of little things to like. Aemond greatly amuses me, Helaena is endearing, Rhaenys was great and i miss her, Simon Strong kicks ass, all the dragons were lovely. but overall i had very few emotional reactions to this entire season, whereas i quite enjoyed s1. I'll defnitely still watch s3 but, man. just all fell kind of flat for me.

it seems to be an unpopular opinion on tumblr but, uh, i hope that's the last we see of abigail thorn. i love to see more trans representation but she is not a strong enough actress for this.

where is otto release otto I NEED my leather gloved bad daddy man

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‧͙⁺˚･༓☾Gentle Sins AU☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

“Are you going to help me take my clothes off too?” I meant it to sound teasing – I wanted to show him I could play his game too – but I was breathless, I was buzzing with anticipation.

“You know it wouldn’t end there, Jude,” he gave me a wry look. “It's a shame,” he rose and ruffled my hair, “It's a shame you’re my sister,” he murmured, needlessly reminding me. “Because that was some damn fine pussy, baby.”e pussy, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Jude and Cardan do things step-siblings shouldn't do.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Allusions to Drugs/Alcohol, Debauching Catholicism/Religious Metaphors, Taboo Sex.

Shout out @headcannonxgalore, even though she has nothing to do with this fandom, she kept me in check lol

Jude's POV

When it’s my first year of college, it’s his third. He lives on campus – in a frat house, I think, but as far as I know, Cardan’s not actually in a frat, just an honorary member who’s never been hazed or rushed. He doesn’t play any sports but he’s at all the games, never organizes a party or fundraiser but still the reason people even show up. He doesn’t own a Grecian alphabet dotted ring, but a bomber jacket instead, with ‘Greenbriar’ above the Greek letters. He’s cool, I guess, but I hate that I’m not the only one to notice.

Despite the first day of the semester, when he told me, “Mom and Dad said to watch out for you,” as he plucked the phone in my hand, furrowing his brows as he read through my schedule, I haven’t spoken to him since, and finals were only two weeks away now. I’m not complaining; I’ve lived my whole life without his help, I can surely live out the rest of it the same way, too. It doesn’t help that he plagues a lot of my waking dreams, though. I take a religion class that I constantly debate on dropping because all I can think about is the utter blasphemy that went on in the church our parents got married in. Still, I pull through for the sake of understanding Asha and why all the Jesus paraphernalia she’s added to our home makes my skin crawl. I don’t remember her being so god-fearing prior to the wedding, but if it’s her hobby, I wanted a way to relate.

I lie when I speak to our parents, when they ask how he’s been and how he’s treating me. I tell them he’s great and we’re good, and maybe he lies too because they never point out any inaccuracies. I see Cardan in passing sometimes, when I guess he leaves his first class of the week and I’m heading to my second. Today, the girl on his arm is brunette, last week was a blonde pixie cut. His taste is diverse; I wish I hadn’t been paying enough attention to know that. As they near, Cardan gives me a nod like he always does, but I have to do a double take today. The girl next to him could be my twin if I weren’t an only child.

“Thanks for the notes, Taryn,” Cardan says before separating from her and making a u-turn to me, in a surprising twist of events. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Uh…” I glance over to the girl – Taryn, picking out all our differences, trying to make it out-way the similarities. Long auburn hair – more dark and red in hue than my light chestnut color – in tousled waves, framing her heart shaped face, full lips like the ones on my face that I touch tentatively, sun kissed skin like mine, but still easy to see the pink in her cheeks. Her eyes are darker than mine, and freckles dot across her cheeks whereas I just have a single, small, dark one under my eye. Even her curves match mine, however her’s is softer than what I’ve tried to tone all summer long. I feel a little queasy, watching her walk into a room.

“Who’s ass do I have to kick?” He has a pointer finger under my chin, I feel cold metal graze my skin where a lone ring rests today. I asked him at the wedding if they meant anything, but he laughed and told me he just liked how they looked. I like pretty things, little sister. And I like adorning myself with them, too.

He guides my gaze to his, tilting my chin up slightly. My eyes widen just a fraction at his swollen lips. I lean back just a little, taking in the bigger picture. His dark hair is ruffled, more askew than it had been the day of the wedding. Of course, it had rained later that day, matting waves over his face. My fingers twitch now, wanting to fix the mess just as I had tried to fix his damp hair before. Down his neck are a few pink splotches that seem to be disappearing now, and at the collar of his shirt, on the skin peeking through the neckline, I see faint scratches, four equal lines running beneath the cotton. “As your big brother,” he murmurs, leaning closer to me, like we’re sharing secrets. “I think the saying goes that nobody bullies my sister but me, right?” I bat his hand away, shaking my head. I hate when he calls me his sister. I hate when he reminds me that he’s my brother. I hate when he refers to my dad as his dad. I hate that I’m tainted by just being a bystander to his sacrilege. I hate that barely-there glint in his eyes when he knows something I wish he didn’t. He catches my wrist before it falls to the side, his thumb running over the bright red knuckles, uncovered today, looking at them disapproving for a fleeting moment.

I snatch my hand back, giving him an almost petulant look. I’m nervous, I try to tell him with my eyes, hoping he won't ask. It’s not the first time he’s seen my battered fingers and it probably won't be the last either. It’s the end of my first semester and every day feels like I’m closer to impending doom; of course my nervous tick has been amplified. “We barely talk,” I narrow my eyes at him, “let alone do you get the chance to bully me.”

He holds his hands up, palms facing me as if to say he’s surrendered. “You’re right,” he admits. “I’m not taking my role very seriously.” I want to bash my head in because I don’t want him to take his role seriously. I don’t even want him in the role. He’s absolutely not joking, though however teasing he may sound. I’ve played out every interaction we’ve had together, all I can count on one hand, and there’s always something underlying to them. I wonder, belatedly, if Cardan actually hates me. Or maybe it was my dad and he was taking it out on me? Maybe I should have asked during that car ride, or during that dance we shared, or maybe when we were outside right before the storm. Maybe that’s why he’d acted as he had that night, why he had said what he said about our parents.

“Cardan…” I trail off, not knowing what to say, but I suppose I don’t really have to say anything.

“There’s a get together at the house,” he explains, and I know he means his house, the frat house. “Swing by on Saturday. Tell them you’re with me.” He takes hold of my bag and I’m too startled to stop him.

“I’m with you,” I repeat in disbelief.

He shrugs, “Or just tell them your mine.” My heart must have stopped for a moment. “My little sister. It’s all up to you, Jude.” His words have weight I don’t want to hold and it makes me uncomfortable. “Your class is down the hall, right?” He changes the topic so swiftly and it takes me a second to catch up with him. I guess he had remembered my schedule.

“Why are you guys having a party so close to finals?” I finally ask, while I attempt to take my bag back. He holds it out of my reach and brushes my hand away.

“Why not?” he counters, making my brain rattle. Every time we talk, it feels like pulling teeth. I give up and let him hold my bag.

“Sure,” I say, hoping it surprises him that I’d want to attend his party. He only smiles wider.

“So, how’s having Asha as a parent?” he asks, conversely, confusing me with his subject changes. A whole year, and now he decides on small talk?

I frown, and decide to be truthful “She’s great. I’ve had to do my own hair since I was five years old,” I laugh a little, wringing my fingers. “It was nice to have her brush it every once in a while.” My brows crinkle and my lips purse, “Though, I had to go to church a few Sundays. I didn’t know she was that religious,” I admit. “I’m not even Catholic. I don’t think Dad even had me baptized.”

Cardan chuckles in surprise, “Church? Yeah, that does sound just like her.” The way he says it makes me think that this is not like her at all. Maybe it was just a hobby she spontaneously picked up after getting married. Bored housewife syndrome or something.

“Yeah well,” I reach the door of my class and give him a pointed look, “No one warned me.” He holds the door open for me and passes me my bag. He doesn’t respond because maybe he doesn’t have to. I was there that night too, and nothing could have ever prompted me to stop our course of action to talk about my stepmother.

He follows a lock of my hair with his finger, twists the curl and tugs it lightly, childishly. “See you, little sister.” I wait for him to leave before I roll my eyes heavenwards.

I wait a few minutes in class before I excuse myself to the bathroom. The halls are empty now so it’s easier to navigate. I back track to where Cardan usually comes from, confused when I only see a storage room at the end of that specific hall. I feel uneasy as I figure it out. I guess it wasn’t that hard to begin with. “Notes, my ass,” I mutter.

With trepidation, I open the door, more heavy than other doors in this building, but unlocked, nonetheless. There’s a string that dangles from the ceiling, so I pull it, letting the light shine before I shift my weight from the door, and let it slowly shut behind me. It does hold a few cleaning supplies, but it’s mostly empty. I can smell that subtle amber fragrance Cardan always smells like. I grimace, feeling dirty being in here. I lean back against the door, finding myself wondering if the lights are on or off when he’s in here. If she’s leaning against a shelf, grasping at the panels to hold her up, or if she’s facing them instead, her back to him, resting her cheek on the lowest shelf, hands behind her back while he holds on to them, fucking her rough and quiet. In my head, the girl is Taryn, I tell myself.

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Horror story anon is back and shall never be caught! I just want to say you’re right about the whole “not having sweet dreams” after that, so I have something fun for you to think about instead!

Hunter is kidnapped and is being forced to marry someone. Idk who, but they’re evil. Who does Kimber bring to crash the wedding and how would she do it?

First of all, somebody stealing Hunter from Kimber? Oh, there will be HELL to pay!!

(I'm assuming you're caught up on S&R or have at least read most of it when I give this answer)

You better believe she is bringing her girls! The Koriena Force will be the ultimate wedding crashers!! Nobody gets to steal the Sergeant and get away with it!

Rina: "Somebody stole the Sarge? And is making him marry another broad? *cracks knuckles* Oh, not on my watch, boss lady."

Kida: "Nobody kidnaps Kimber's sweetheart!"

Lex: "Irys, fire up the ship. We've got a wedding to crash."

Irys: "Way ahead of you. And I've already pinpointed the exact location and gotten every detail of the woman's history. She's not getting away with this."

Kimber: "Good. Now, let's go get my Sergeant back."

They will definitely be kicking somebody's ass at that wedding 😝 Most likely the woman that's trying to marry him and anyone else who was involved with the kidnapping in the first place.

After giving the woman a thorough beat down...

Kimber: "You listen here and you listen well. Hunter is mine and mine alone. You can never have him. Not in this life or the next or any other. You could only ever dream of doing half the things I've done for him. You wanted to steal his heart and his love, whereas I earned it. If you even think of trying to take him away from me again, I will not be so lenient next time."

*mic drop* 😎😎😎

(Rina's actually standing off to the side with the mic 😜🤣)

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some spoiler-y thoughts about tears of the kingdom thus far:

-FUCK GLOOM HANDS. i hate that everyone at nintendo saw our fear of spooky grabby hands and said “fuck yeah lets keep doing this forever”. i’m tired of being groped by very old men goddamnit! and then some of them turn into Phantom Ganon???? holy shit, that is a difficult fight. 80% of my deaths in the game so far have been at the hands(no pun intended) of these fuckers.

-ZELDA TURNED HERSELF INTO A FUCKING DRAGON AND I SOBBED LIKE A BABY. bruh i was not ready. SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF and her personality! but like, i havent finished all the main quests even though i got all the dragon tears/memory things so like, if Zelda IS a dragon, then who the fuck is showing up all around hyrule looking like her? is Mr. Dorf doing an evil magic to look like her like in that one memory? that can’t possibly be the case for all of the Zelda sightings. i’m so confused but so fucking intrigued.

-seriously though, watching Zelda sacrifice herself in order to save Hyrule and support Link is so upsetting. this girl was 16 the day the Calamity hit, and she hasn’t known a moment’s peace since then. give a bitch a break! but hey, at least she’s doing stuff in this one, whereas in most Zelda games, she’s just.... kidnapped.

-SIDON’S ENGAGEMENT STORY IS BULLSHIT. there is ZERO evidence of any other kingdoms existing for Zora outside of the Domain in Lanayru that King Dorephan rules over, it’s JUST to piss off people who ship Sidon with Link and that’s incredibly homophobic and annoying(especially since i had to fucking rewrite an entire part of my OC’s story due to it). and like, i feel bad, bc Yona seems like a lovely character, but she’s going to be HATED in the fanbase bc of the bad writing.

-speaking of questionable writing, there’s still so much i’m very fucking confused about. TotK obviously takes place several years after BotW, but they don’t specify how many and it creates a lot of confusion. why have some characters obviously aged up but some are still basically the same age? like, Hudson and Rhondson have a child who’s old enough to be sent back to Gerudo town, but Finley never hit her growth spurt(even though she clearly stated last game she was old enough to have supposed to hit it by botw)? what the fuck is that about?

-also, WHERE THE FUCK DID THE DIVINE BEASTS GO????? you can’t re-bury four fucking giant robot constructs in the span of maybe a decade, especially with Ganondorf reviving and creating a massive earthquake that unearths a fuckton of other shit. like, not having the Sheikah Slate i get(which is why the Purah Pad exists), and all the shrines and towers probably went back underground, but that part makes no goddamn sense and i don’t like it.

-i’m kinda sad Teba wasn’t the Sage of Wind and instead it was his son, Tulin. he really only got to shine in Age of Calamity, and most Zelda fans didn’t even play it bc it’s non-canon. the disrespect on my poor mans.

-i do love that so many of the towns are under new leadership now. it really feels like the world is evolving in that aspect. Teba and Paya being in charge of their respective towns is lovely to me.

-i love the idea that Link gave Zelda the house he dumped literally thousands of rupees into in Hateno, but like. where did he live? did they sleep together in the same bed? it’s implied Link no longer has a house bc you can make your “dream home” in Tarrey Town or w/e but like, ????? what’s that all about? Zelda just kicked Link’s ass out and made a secret room in the home HE invested in lmao, typical royal colonizer behavior(joking)

-i love that Grante, Robbie and Jerrin’s son, changed his name to Granteson so he could work for Bolson Construction. that’s genuinely adorable. he was already one of my fav tertiary characters just bc he’s Robbie’s son but this makes me like him even more. i also love that Jerrin is involved with stuff at the Lookout Landing! let Robbie’s wifey take care of stuff. even if it’s just cleaning. give her something to do besides glower at a machine her husband built lol.

-Kohga being still alive is hysterical, and the Yiga clan evolving to live partially underground is a lovely touch. them taking over old abandoned areas in the game is great as well. i also love that they flat-out do the “leave Mighty Bananas on the ground as bait to lure in unsuspecting victims” bit bc that’s EXACTLY how i imagined my OC fought them in BotW. i totally headcanon they stole that idea from her.

-tbh i’m kind of enjoying exploring the depths more than i am the sky islands. maybe it’s the fear of heights, or maybe it’s just that i really like that it wasn’t advertised at all. i thought it was just gonna be land and sky, but no! we’re going underground too babey~

-i love the addition of caves, wells, and other underground spaces. it makes a lot of sense for a game like this to have these things, and it makes me kinda sad they weren’t really a thing in the last one.

-the fusing thing is just okay. they didn’t really fix the issue people had with durability in the last game, so that’s annoying, but it is fun to make new weapons out of things at least.

-overall i really like the game so far. even though it’s a world most people have explored through already, there’s enough change and new content to make it fresh and engaging, and even though there’s another crisis, it’s heartwarming to see how people are finally being able to rebuild after the century-long crisis that was the Calamity. i’ve beaten one boss character so far(the Rito one) and i’m looking very forward to the rest!

[420pogpills]

NOT NU POGODI OMG !?!? i didn't know u spoke russian Hi ‼️ also i can't agree dream is winnie the pooh to me like his looney tunes ass life is so similar 😭 he Would climb a tree and fall from it into a bush with thorns

so the funny thing is i don't speak russian at all but i watched a lot of russian cartoons growing up cause that's what my parents would put on for me 😂 (grew up in lithuania, we only escaped russian occupation in 1991 💀) sadly i didn't pick up any of the language i really didn't like how it sounded when i was younger so i avoided learning it (kicking myself for it now) but i watched so much stuff in russian sdjfkwehfuiwenfwo

and yeah actually you are totally right but also i feel like vinni is soooo unbothered no matter what happens to him, whereas piglet is just always running all over the place 😭 dream is the embodiment of both of them woifhweiufiqjd

[bakurapika]

weird dreams lately and i have work ending in 4 minutes and won't get anything done in that time so let me write about dreams i guess.

i think my dreams are more vivid sometimes when i keep going in/out of sleep, so sunday night when i had a hard time sleeping, I had a long and very vivid dream about doing work for the veteran's nonprofit i work at. but in the dream, it was more hands-on. it was a very aspirational dream where i showed up, noticed a couple specific veterans were getting a real shit deal, and worked my ass off to bring that to people's attention in a really productive way.

like uh i know one of them involved a bathroom (at a restaurant?) that wasn't my responsibility to clean, but by making everything really cleaned up, i got us on the good side of the host who wound up doing something important for us? And another, a homeless veteran was getting kicked out of a library, and I did some schmoozing and paperwork to get him recognized as an official library volunteer. and i also gave him a watch (his broke i think? and he had a social worker who was walking him to his car when it was all cold out so I ran to my car to get it for him, and the social worker gave me a ride with them for a minute).

none of these are actual things i do in my job -_- although i admire my subconscious dedication i guess.

i even (still in the dream) saw a mail lady scrambling after hours to pick up food donations and i was trying to solve that problem. I just remember a giant bundle of carrots.

whereas last night, I had the heat on, so I remember way less of the dreams. Except I'm pretty sure I bought on impulse and at retail price (not normal for me) a very fashionable tank top that bragged about having heart arrhythmia. and i was like "ohhh my god, i have to buy it, that's so me lmao"

[iviarellereads]

Nona the Ninth, John 19:18(1)

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(No icon) In which someone wishes he hadn't signed up for the cool cow facts newsletter the way he did.

The water keeps rising in the dream. He raises some land that was covered by the sea. She asks him if it's hard, but he says the hard part "was remembering that he could do it, and not just doing things the old difficult way."(2) On the newly exposed land is a concrete building, surrounded by cracked bone.(3) They don't go near it.

He says, there wasn't much time left, but the old financial backers for his project were the most scared of them. They kept trying to say that John was working with this or that country, to prove what he was doing wasn't real. John just kept offering to help.

They all had warrants for arrest from interpol. Sometimes, people would ask to leave the compound, and he let them, whether they were reporting back to the CIA or scared of being caught there. He didn't care, really, because he only really trusted his inner circle anyway.

He tried to bring Ulysses and Titania back from the dead, but couldn't make it work. The nun said their souls were gone, and it took him a long time to listen to her. Both of them were right, but that's a different part of the story.

In the dream, he gets angry, storms off, kicks rocks. Eventually he comes back, and says, they took the ships away and said they'd be focusing on FTL instead, faster-than-light, even though it was never really about light speed. They claimed the cryo plan got shut down because it wasn't safe enough, they'd only got it down to an 8% chance of permanent damage, and they never fixed maternity--

Here he broke off and couldn’t speak for a while. When he spoke again he said, We were the ones who argued them down to 8%. They were ready to go when we were just in the seventies, they were all, ooh, everyone knows it’s a risk, and it’s not like it’s thirty percent fatality, it’s thirty percent chance of damage, what’s that even, ooh. He said, They hadn’t given a fuck about maternity, said people should terminate before they got packed as a rule. When M— had been all, I will not accept those numbers, I will not accept a plan that incorporates reproductive injustice,(4) and we stood beside her, we said that’s not acceptable, they whinged about the money for a while and eventually said fine. And now they were acting like eight percent wasn’t good enough. Like we hadn’t tried.

The trillionaires were acting as though they had made the holy grail, when it was obvious to John that something was wrong, and A- pointed out some flaws in the plan. The trillionaires said they'd send out twelve ships first, a proof of concept to set up beacon frequencies for the others to follow.

He said, We knew how much those ships cost. We couldn’t even imagine how much FTL engines cost, but we could guess. We knew how much each ship could carry. In the cryo cans, we could cram in billions, that was cryo’s saving grace. Whereas they were staffing ships with a living crew, no sleepers, big-ass ships with thousands of live staff. When we pointed that out they kept saying we were crazy, we were kooks, we were monsters. They kept saying cows watched sunsets. At that point I wished I’d used the fucking conspiracy theorists instead of the cows. Nobody would’ve cared if I’d turned people inside-out who think vaccines have nanites in them that mine cryptocurrency.(5) But cows watch sunsets, man!

M- said this was why they took the cryo plan away in the first place. The rich rats wanted to scatter to safety and leave the rest behind. A- agreed, which just made it worse. He wasn't even sure the FTL claim was real. John assured them that no one would fall for it, they'd have to give numbers, they'd have to prove they were making the other ships. Look at the uproar when he "proved magic was real and turned Bidibidi inside out(6) because we didn’t trust the cops." There's no way they could pull it off.(7)

At that moment in the dream he got up off the car, and he said, “Fuck,” in a normal voice, and then he said, “FUCK,” so loudly that it echoed off the crumbling concrete shell and the bones and was carried off into the mist. She watched him walk the field, three times, five times, ten. On the eleventh, he squelched through the mud to her and collapsed in front of the car and he said, They left you, they left you. They saw you suffering on dollar-shop life-support, and they didn’t look back. They didn’t give a fuck about trying to save you. They left. She said, "I don't remember." He said, "I can't forget."

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(1) John 19:18 is "Where they crucified him, and with him two others, one on each side, and Jesus in the midst." Not quite as relevant, John isn't exactly crucified here… though, his reputation is. A1Z26 brings us to THETOWERHASR. The tower (or Tower?) has what? Good question, next question. (2) Remembering that he can do this, because it's a lucid dream, and you can control things in those? Or does he have yet more powers we don't know yet? (3) The facility. (4) Makes Mercy's reaction to Wake's use of the samples look just a little different in hindsight, if you go back to Harrow chapter 50. (5) Explicit reference to actual modern conspiracy theory in our actual real world. (6) I can find that Bidibidi is a village in Uganda that became a refugee camp, and that there's a bush by the scientific name of acaena novae-zelandiae that's commonly known as "red bidibid". I don't know why or how something called Bidibidi was turned inside out. Help is once again welcomed! (7) I dunno about you, but I have a funny feeling the trillionaires did not, in fact, end up pulling off this escape.

[baiika]

Malkav's curse brings clarity other clans can't dream of. Lowborn her ass. The only one to pull the wool over her eyes was her ex husband, and he only managed to do so courtesy of the blood and naivety. No more.

She knows the Kindred Desmond has staked. Hates him. He was always a greasy sword arm of the Bishop. Momo hasn't shied from violence. She's done wetwork in the past and it doesn't keep her up at day, and diablerie isn't particularly disturbing either. But she never liked how keen he was on hunting their own regardless whether or not they were deserters or cowards.

It's not the same as Desmond. He's got the world on him whereas the Cainite he's taken custody of has immolated their own for pleasure. Burying her Rotschreck was one of the hardest practices of self-discipline she ever had to do in the Sabbat.

"I am a Lunatic, not a goddamn fool." She'd jab her finger against him if it wouldn't break her nails. "My ties with the Sabbat are exclusively for their destruction these nights.

"But to answer your question... I know him." Momo winds her foot back to kick them, give herself the satisfaction of watching them hobble on a shattered leg in the court, but refrains, and instead digs her toe into the pavement. Sometimes, she loathes Camarilla etiquette. "I wasn't sure he was here, but... that's why I wanted to take a look for myself," she explains as her arms fold. A petulant part of her is angered he stole her offering.

It'll be fine. She'll have her little victory once he's fucking decapitated. Maybe she can tell the motherfucker how pathetic he was in the seconds before his waking head ashes.

Momo's eyes sparkle when she turns her gaze to Desmond. "When are you bringing him to the Court, Sheriff?" Being a Harpy has its perks. She gets the in on these little parties. The shams they call trials. There's a sick part of her that takes immense joy in watching their enemies mummify and disintegrate, a part that puts Sousuke's face on each culled mortal, on each Anarch and Sabbat, on each Caitiff. For the Camarilla's imperfections they know how to run a tight ship against their threats, whereas Anarch and Sabbat can barely keep themselves off each other's throats from what she's seen.

Vtm momo; ❛ i always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances. ❜

Judge those of Caine's blood and punish them should they be found wanting.

"Rather than reflect on the misfortune of your circumstances, reflect upon the fortune of your person. For you are not the one who is to be destroyed."

Moments ago he had appeared seemingly from the shadows, moving with speed far beyond that of the average mortal, and stuck a stake right into the heart of a Kindred. Their body frozen in shock, suspended in a state of Torpor. The large Haqimite that stood before Momo was none othen than Desmond Hayden, Sheriff of Karakura.

'The Foreigner.'

"Am I correct in assuming that you had no knowledge of the origins of this particular Kindred?"

He is crouching over the Kindred, hand still gripping their collar. His hand releases the stake which is driven into their heart, his gaze no focused entirely on her.

Despite the complete stillness to his body, there remains little doubt of the violence to which he is capable of.

"For it would be a grave offense to knowingly consort with these dogs, the Sabbot."

@baiika

[wondersofspite]

What makes me tenfold depressed of the current episode is another loss of potential. I haven’t watched it-  even afraid at this point - but by reading other critics' comments, it seems like another episode wiping the bird dad’s ass.

If the writers actually explored Loona’s and Octavia’s conversation instead of using it to polish up Stolas’s (very much immature) parenting, they could actually expand on lots of things. Not many, certainly not the entire pacing and sloppy flaws, but at least, something.

Like. Look.

Octavia is a royal born and Loona grew up in abusive pseudo-dog care. Octavia has a father who is willing to spend and pamper her but does not truly try to listen to her, while Loona’s dad is very much willing but lives an incredibly poor status. Loona lived most of her childhood in an environment that deprived her of basic needs while Octavia ate on silver plate. Loona is literally a glorified pet and Octavia is an heir to a throne.

The potential, dude. The potential.

Imagine. This could have humanized both Loona's and Octavia’s situations. Share both their thoughts and feeling about the situation. Now, I’m going to go down some speculative routes and write up what else they could have shown with the scene.

Say, what if Octavia didn’t know that Loona was the daughter of Blitzo, and vented all the misery and pressure she is feeling cause her dad changed overnight “just for some imp”? Have Loona react to this with guilt, a bit of horror, and pity while as well some equal part of envy, bitterness and defensive protection. Where while she tries to console Octavia, now instead of praising the owl pervert, she indirectly defends her dad. Have her show that to some extent, she cares about Blitzo.

And with this, I think it would also be a nice reminder of the social difference between races. Perhaps, say, those two get into an argument cause Loona defended the guy who very much ruined Octavia’s household and her family. While she is much justified in her anger, Loona snaps back with something that stuns her.

“Who to say your own goddamn father didn’t force himself on the imp?”

Cause so far, none of the IMP crew talks about Stolas’s harassment. Despite him literally doing it publicly, more than once, Blitzo’s discomfort with it is louder than that is. Let that be to some extent why she kinda hates working: Not the fact that she has to work, but working on something that actively prospers from something Blitzo hates doing.

This could even be a sudden bomb for Octavia, who likely didn’t think (more or less, realize) that her dad, a royal, having affair with a less socially powerful figure could imply in context.

Heck, this could go in the total opposite direction where Loona actively tries to manipulate her.

Where that while yes, the IMP business fosters Blitzo’s suffering, it’s also something he wanted to do. Dreamed of. And main of all: She’s scared that once Blitzo can’t afford to keep her, she’ll be kicked to the streets. Have a little montage where right before she opens her mouth to call out how shit Stolas is, she slowly shuts it, then moves to look down the street. Have her look at, say, a stray dog, who’s following and desperately yelping at the feet of someone, till they are kicked away. Of bankrupt businesses begin shut down, of life on the street, of life as a discriminated group. I am far from a clever environment storyteller, and this is much trickier to do on paper than simply write it, but to point, some metaphor that shows her anxiety about her and Blitzo's future living conditions.

And when Octavia asks her what’s wrong, have her take a deep breath before saying the lines she said in the episode.

“...Your dad is trying his best.”

But make her actively look sick saying it, that she’s lying, that she very much thinks the opposite. But she lies: Cause what else can she do? If Octavia is given guidance in her confusion about her feeling towards her dad, she may actually direct her word right at him, whereas Stolas might actually pull back and cut his ties with Blitzo. Cut Blitzo and Loona off the only business they have.

That she’d lie to a teenage girl stuck in an abusive household for it.

Signify just how desperate they really are.

[mandrs-writes]

41 Reason why I ship Ereri

Eren and Levi is my all-time favorite ship. These two mean the world to me. And while I am not under any illusion that their relationship is canon, they’re canon in my heart and I want to share with you all the many different reasons why they’re so fucking shippable. Here are my 41 reasons 😊

1. Similarities in their past -- both willing to kill for the ones they love

Eren saves Mikasa by killing two men when he’s just a kid

Levi was trained to kill at a young age. It’s implied that he killed the people that hurt his dear friend Isabel in ACWNR

2. Momma’s boys -- definitely a parallel between them in these two shots.

3. Both had to watch their mom die and understand the pain of losing the people they love

4. Parallels between Levi, Isabel, and Farlan, and Eren, Mikasa, and Armin -- both are looking up at the stars and dreaming of something more

5. Eren has always admired Captain Levi. Just look how stars truck he is 🤩

6.The first time he meets Levi, he sees the Wings of Freedom on his back. The framing of this shot shows that Levi represents freedom for Eren

7. Levi is intrigued and impressed by the fire/determination when he first meets Eren. He is a spark of hope for Levi.

8. Despite many people claiming this scene is ‘abusive’ it is far from it. While it is brutal in nature, Levi’s aggressive display was the only way for him to save Eren from being handed over to the MP. Erwin knew that Levi would need to show the courtroom that he was strong enough to ‘handle’ Eren in order for the MP to give Eren over to the SC. 

It’s even explained to Eren after the fact that it was a necessary show of power in order to save him. 

It wasn’t something Levi wanted to do -- it’s clear he feels bad about how he handled Eren by asking him if he resented him. 

Despite everything, Eren understands why Levi had to do what he did and admits to not being resentful towards Levi, who ultimately appears relieved by that admission

9. They catch each other staring/giving each other eyes 😏 showing that they have an innate interest in each other

10. Eren is surprised that Captain Levi is so keen to following orders from the higher ups. When Petra tells him about his past, he’s shocked and wonders why Levi would join be in the Survey Corps. Eren definitely shows interest and curiosity in this scene and appears to want to know more about his mysterious Captain

11. They’re super cute together 🥺 Just look at theeeem

12. Levi is caught smirking at Eren when talking about him being creepy. Okay buddy 😏 

13. Levi sees that Eren is a monster and still accepts him anyway. He doesn’t judge or condemn him for being the way that he is. In the visual novel “Burning Bright in the Forest of the Night”, Levi even refers to him as “a beautiful monster”

14. He always gives Eren a choice, allowing him to make his own decisions, and be his own person. He’s only ever encouraged Eren to be true to himself. He’s never tried to change him

Even when Eren is struggling with accessing his father’s memories and Hange is bombarding him with questions, Levi defends his strange behavior

15. Levi defends Eren based on his “intuition” when everyone else sees him as a monster needing to be put down. Instead, he trusts Eren, standing between him and his squad. 

16. Levi visibly panics when he hears Eren transform during the Female Titan arc. He’s clearly worried about him and changes gears to try and save him

17. Levi feels like he failed by protecting Eren and he is visibly distraught when Mikasa calls him out on it.

18. Levi makes up for his failure by only caring about saving Eren, whereas Mikasa seems more interested in killing the Female Titan. He has to talk her down

19. Levi is able to motivate Eren and give him confidence when he’s feeling unsure about himself

20. Levi helps mold Eren into the person he becomes later in the story. Eren obviously looks up to Levi a lot and learns from him in more ways than one

21. Levi gives Eren the power/motivation to choose again, encouraging him to believe in himself.

22. They both have righteous anger

23. Eren is super determined to impress Levi and is visibly upset when he fails to meet his expectations

(Just look at the gay panic)

24. Eren unintentionally insults Levi when he calls Rod Reiss a tiny old man. While Levi appears unfazed, Eren visibly panics, clearly showing how much he cares about Levi’s opinion of him

Also I just love this scene. It’s funnyyy

25. Levi shows concern for Eren on more than one occasion

26. Levi has a thing for Eren’s ass... apparently

Just casually kicking his butt

and talking about it 😏

27. Eren isn’t afraid to stand up to Levi, despite his harsh exterior. This just goes to show that Eren understands that Levi is more compassionate and empathetic than he lets people believe

28. While Levi is conflicted about who to save with the Titan serum, he ultimately picks Armin. 

One of the reasons he choses Armin is because of what Eren says about how Armin is good and has dreams, which reminds Levi of the moment that they sat under the stars and talked about the ocean. Levi shows compassion for Eren and his friends

29. Levi gets upset when Erwin tells him to protect the horses instead of Eren

30. Even after losing his best friend, Levi comforts Eren and his friends, letting them know that he does not regret his decision, encouraging them to not regret it as well. Despite being in pain himself, he’s a pillar of strength and comfort for Eren and the others

31. Levi is sympathetic towards Eren’s situation after the Battle of Shiganshina and lets him out early despite his insubordination

32. Levi is disappointed in Eren after what he did in Marley and shows just how upset/affected he was by him leaving by kicking him on the airship. The scene feels very personal and while I could go on and explain why I think it’s incredibly meaningful for their relationship, snkception does a great job of explaining it. You can read their full post here

33. Levi is a protective boyfriend

34. When Eren keeps an important secret, Levi tells them they’ll talk about it later. There’s something incredibly personal about the way he says it that implies it’ll be a private conversation amongst other things

35. Their height difference though 😍

36. Levi is obviously important to Eren, since he shows up in his memory shards

37. Levi is visibly upset when his fellow soldiers talk about feeding Eren to someone else. After everything they’d been through, that’s the last thing that Levi wants.

Also, I think it’s important to note that when Levi remembers Eren, he doesn’t remember him as a monster, despite calling everyone talking about him that way. He remembers Eren the first time they met, when Eren was helpless and merely human

38. Despite his promise made early in the story to kill Eren if he ever went rogue or lost control, he tries desperately to come up with another solution, anyway out of killing Eren

39. When they realize that killing Eren might be the only way, Levi is visibly distraught

In paths, he is the only one on his knees, he’s so tired, beaten down, and lost over what to do that he’s unable to stand and hold himself up on the airship

40. There was so much that Levi wanted to tell Eren... what it was, I can only speculate. But something tells me he wanted to tell Eren everything, including his feelings for him

41. Lastly, they’re opposites. The sun and the moon, summer and winter, fire and ice, yin and yang. Eren is fiery, energetic and passionate and Levi is cool, calm, and introspective. Their dynamic is truly beautiful and I genuinely believe Levi is one of the few people who understand Eren completely and accepts him without judgment

[alittlebitmanic]

So I was reading something earlier today about how Pedro felt like Max Lord brought out some minor personal vibes for the actor. He said it was "scary and thrilling", and that he had to use a lot of himself to bring what Jenkins wanted to the table. I was thinking about his personality traits/qualities that maybe he could have fixated on while playing Max Lord.

..

-Examples of Desperation such as his early years of struggling to make it. How he wanted fame so bad that he did whatever he had to do, lived in poor areas, starved, worked crummy jobs to get thru school, accepted that there were risks in what he was pursuing for himself...even though fame fully didn't come to him until later in life, so maybe even in his 30s long after college years he still felt that desperation for more more more, and would "wish" and manifest his dream to come true.

-Desperate to fight through the emotional turmoil of his mother's death. That caused emotional trauma for him and created more of a vulnerable side to him that he may have thought about when doing the emotional scenes with Lord and his son, or just in general...the pain he felt for the loss of his mother may have been brought to life in this role.

-Pascal is the opposite of Lord in that he thinks lowly of himself. He's always denying that he's any good at what he does. Whereas Lord is big headed in the movie. Up until the end, when the rationality finally kicks in. He finally admits that he's a loser to his son and not a great guy, and the true nature of the actor comes through when he admits he is not a perfect human being and not a "god" like he wanted to amount to be throughout the film. He thought that that is what he needed in his life but really he just needed his son's love to feel powerful, and to realize that power is not everything. I wonder if Pedro ever feels that way, that maybe he's been chasing fame to the point where he's expecting it to fill every void in his soul. But his personal issues would still exist, so thus, fame can never heal those scars. Fame and power do not fix the world's problems. I dunno. Maybe not I could be completely dumb here. Pedro is pretty minimalist in his "needs" out of life, I think, and he doesn't seem to crave power per se but he does seem to crave more out of his work and although he's done so much he has not gotten to the point that satisfies him yet, understandably though, because he got famous later than other actors usually do. But I do hope he shows some appreciation for himself some time soon, or deep down, because he's certainly worked his ass off because of his MASSIVE desperation and determination to get where he is, much like Lord except he did it in evil villainous ways whereas Pedro did it in normal average human ways and for non-evil reasons lol.

-I think he loved and feared this role, both, because compared to his other roles like Pena, or Ezra, he stated that "instead of brooding, with a mustache, the role is, energetically at least, much more close to my own in terms of exposing desperation. Expose expose expose. I had to take a lot out of myself for that." In a way it must seem like if you watch P play Max Lord it may be his most revealing role. A peek behind at the inner psyche of Pedro. The part of him that isn't "polished" for the world to see. Which I guarantee many of us have wondered about. Not saying he's a villain like Max Lord but he could indeed have a rather troubled side to him like Max Lord had in the film, that played on your emotions for the bad guy--I think P has that same sense of vulnerability, that intense pressure to amount to something really great or important that he'd basically do whatever to do it (well in P's case he's not nuts enough to get involved with magic n shit and a powerful artifact's capabilities--like Max Lord did, so it'd be obviously within reason for Pedro, in reality), he has a self-pressured soul, always working toward and greedy for more rewards, practically never satisfied...that may be qualities the real guy has. Max Lord was described as "not a cool guy" and Pedro said that that's perfect...for him. He doesn't have to pretend to be "cool" like with other characters he's played. Even though he plays cool guys flawlessly he probably enjoyed playing a character with depth that he could relate to within himself. Maybe he felt like he was playing an alter ego version of his true self, whereas in other characters he's playing people who are the opposite of Pedro in real life. It may have shook him up a bit to actually play a character that perhaps he had specific similarities to.

I love the character, personally. xx