#which is when I can actually decide how I feel about them

[realcube]

— BEST FRIEND! SUNA

desc ;; your best friend helps you update your nudes. tws & tags ;; nsfw mdni. vaginal, oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, filming, slight hair pulling, begging, objectification, breeding, praise + degradation. part one.

after the initial shock dies down, suna empathises with your frustration about being blocked by a guy you actually liked, and understands why that event has led you to want to update your gallery of nudes.

he explains that there are three types of photo that anyone will be receptive to. with these three pics, you'll be able to make any guy your bitch.

the three types of picture are as follows:

1. SQUIRTING PIC

his face drops, "uh," he splutters, not anticipating pushback, "girls can't squirt.. with vibrators." he blinks. the lies were somehow becoming less and less believable, despite how they weren't very convincing to begin with.

"that's a shame." you bow your head in attempt to suppress a chortle at his ridicoulous claim. finally, you decide to give him what he wants, "would you please tongue fuck me, then, rinny?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

"...sure."

"thank you." you smile up at him, innocently, and hum while motioning to his phone in his hand, "do you want me to take the picture since you'll be, uhm, busy?"

he shakes his head gently, and the words leave his mouth before his brain is able to fully process what's going on — he's still stuck on the part where you sent him your nudes. "it's fine. i'll just start videoing and put my phone.." he glances around his room, "here." as he hits the 'record' button and then props his phone up against the lamp on his bedside table. "then you can take screenshots from the part of the video you want."

you nod along with his explanation. however, the camera was behind suna currently, meaning that when he bends down between your legs, the back of his head would be blocking any parts of interest. thus, you inquire, "the thing is, when i finish, you'll be in the way. should we try a different position?"

"uh, i was just thinking you could just let me know when you're close and i'll move out the way." he offers up a simple solution.

"hm, alright." you shrug, twitching slightly as you watch suna get onto his knees near the edge of the bed. it was a sobering sight which made all this feel concerningly real. your best friend, who you've known since forever, was really about to eat you out. it all felt like some sort of hyper-realistic dream — if you thought about it too hard, you might wake up and this will all fade away, hence you refrained from doing so and wordlessly part your legs.

suna's hungry eyes lock onto your bare cunt; how soft your skin looks and the way your lips are already glistening with a thin layer of arousal. you're so perfect, it's like his whole life has been leading up to this moment; those other girls he's been with were just practise so he could fuck you right. his eyes fluttered close and his face drifted towards your pussy like a magnet to metal, until you interrupt:

"by the way, i've never squirted before — i don't even know if i can. so, erm, don't feel bad if i don't finish the way you expect. i can always just fake the pictures if i need to."

suna quirked an eyebrow, not daring to comment on your strange suggestion of falsifying a squirting pic. instead, he says monotonely, "you will. trust me, (y/n)." before you have time to respond, his lips are already connected to your cunt and sucking on sensitive clit, and thus an instinctive whine is forced from your open mouth.

it's easy to tell that he's done this before, and he's clearly a natural at it. one of his arms hook around your leg and presses it against his ear, while his other hand cups your pretty pussy; his thumb strokes at your folds, spreading them wide to allow his tongue access to the untouched parts of your sweet cunt. once he's done sloppily making out with your pussy, his tongue delves into your puckered hole, and his thumb trails upwards towards your clit, where he begins to rub and massage it while his tongue works your insides.

even then, his lips are still latched onto your skin and as his tongue is vigoursly pumping within your walls, slurping up your delicious juices from your entrance. your back arhces into his face, and your hands find their way into his already tousled hair. "hah- rinny, don't stop.." you were in love with the way he explored your insides, flicking at your walls trying to find that rough spot within you.

"mmh, won't." he murmurs against your pussy, the vibrations shooting electric sparks up your spine. he's lost himself in your addicting cunt; when his tongue isn't as far as he can reach in your hole, he's desperately lapping at your labia, greedily savouring your wetness.

"th— ank you, thank you!" you squeal, breath hitching as you can sense his tongue as finally located it — that gummy spot in your walls that makes your toes curl. and he takes full advantage of that once he realises. he'd roll his tongue upwards and aim straight for it whenever he'd dive back into your sopping hole, causing the coil in the pit of your stomach to tense whenever he does so. it wasn't easy to maneuver his tongue due to your unspeakable tightness, but his own saliva as lube made it easier.

"you taste.." he puctuates each word with a soft kiss on your clit, "s— so good." he melts into your pussy once more, sucking on and thrusting into your sore little hole. "mph, babe.."

"think— think 'm close.." with every lick and kiss he brings you closer to your climax.

"fuckin cum, then. n' make it loud." he mutters hoarsely, you can feel his words slither inside you. and soon enough, your coil snaps and your body stiffens in response to the wave of bliss that floods though you.

your first orgasm courtesy of your best friend was nothing short of perfect. due to your constricting pussy, he opts to use his thumb to stroke your clit in order to coax you through your full orgasm. also, so he could pull his face back from your cunt for just a moment and peer at your shivering frame and your bodily response during the high. and it was just as beautiful as he imagined: your back bowed into the perfect arch, as your glossy lips pull into a pout.

not to mention your addicting moans, "ahh— rin! i can't!" you squeak, limbs trembling. "fuck! fuck me— ngh!" it probably wasn't a good sign that you were already losing your mind. especially as, although you climaxed, you didn't squirt that time. and suna must've took that a sign to keep going. before you had even reovered from the first orgasmic haze, his mouth was already glued to your cunt again and was nibbling on your throbbing clit immediately.

you gasp in response to his unexpected movement, and you instinctively grip his hair as your eyes widen, "huh— what're you doing?"

"round two." he says casually. "gunna keep going until you squirt."

"but it's too much.." you blabber, chest rapidly rising and deflating as though you had just ran a marathon. the sheets strained in your fists, wrinkling with each open-mouthed kiss upon your raw cunt.

"that right?" he groaned, the vibrations causing you to gently jut your hips towards him, "sure you want me to stop?"

you're way too fucked out to respond, but the prolonged whine drawn from your throat at the way he idly laps at your pussy perhaps gives you away. "mph, no." you reply sheepishly, in a hushed tone.

"that's right, angel." he grumbles into you, your needy hole swallowing his words up as his hand strokes to the outside of your thigh, "it's just me. you know i want to make you feel good— and erm, help you take these pictures." he hastily corrects himself, then continues on with a gulp, hoping you're to lust-dazed to pick up on his freudian slip. "so are you going to let me help you?"

"yes, rinny." you sigh.

" 'yes, rinny' what?"

"please help me."

your desperate cries for release cause the corners of his lips to curl up into a devious smile. he then mumbles, while carefully caressing your ass, "that's my girl." he finishes with a prolonged and oddly inimate kiss upon your clit, before he swiftly pushes his tongue straight back into your prepped hole and re-establishes his previous rhythm.

the tip of his tongue scrapes against your sweet spot, as his lips drum a deep groan against your sopping pussy. there's an urgency to his pace that wasn't there before. he wasn't as steady; frequently losing his breath and having to ferociously yank his tongue out of your clingy hole and kiss down your slit as he tries to catch his breath. and as soon as he does, he wastes no time in plunging straight back into you.

despite how overstimulating it was, your hips work on their own as he grind down on his face, seeking the faint yet powerful sensation of his nose brushing your clit. his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt, and even as your climax toiled within your abdomen and you were inclined to jerk away from his merciless touch, his hand gripped onto your thigh to hold you firmly in place.

due to his fervent tongue action, and how sensitive you still were from your previous orgasm, it wasn't long before the swelling heat in your core was ready to boil over, pulsing with every devious strike his tongue lays into your hole. but this time it felt different to before, something was more powerful and fierce; like it was burning up the pit of your stomach, and your legs were already twitching trying to contain it. "stop, rinny, i—"

"shh, you're okay. let me take care of you." he rasps reassuringly against your cunt, though he's unsure if you can even hear him over your staggered squeaks. suna could tell you were close by the way your walls flutter around his tongue. he pulls out only so he can suck on your throbbing clit and sensitive folds.

this was all becoming so much, too fast. his tongue on your cunt, the harsh sunction on your clit, his rude grasp on your thighs — leaving you with no where to run to and no escape from the unending stimulation. you didn't know how to cope with it. "fuck, i can't. it's too much.."

"you can take it, angel. you're almost there." your thighs were pressed against his ears but he could feel your legs twitching and lashing out behind him. it was kinda cute that he was able to have this effect on you. since you were so close, he savoured every last drop of your juices, licking your cunt clean and delving into your creamy hole for more.

with the final stretch of your walls to accomodate for his tongue, something insides you snaps and a deep heat comes flooding out of your pussy. your back arches and a breathy shriek is forced from your gut; you're left with no choice but to submit to the all-encompassing, molten feeling. it's so overwhelming yet so relaxing, putting you at ease while causing your body to tense up and your walls to spasm around suna's tongue.

squirt gushes out of your hole, pouring down your legs and soaking your bedsheets. to that you can bring yourself to care, you hardly even notice. your entire body is frozen as you whien through gritted teeth, "ahh— suna, please!" you plead for mercy, as though rintaro could help you now — no , this was a struggle against your own body.

but suna was still nice enough to lead you through it, caress your thighs and kiss your folds even as your cunt was drenching his face and hair. "that's it, ride it out. i've got you, (y/n)." he coos, not usually so affectionate during sex but what can he say? you're his best friend and you're so special to him. "rinny's here." a smirk graces his lips upon referring to himself by that silly nickname.

"hah— suna.." you pant, eventually able to flatten your back against the bed. perhaps your orgasm had finished, but the remnants remains. your pussy was still drooling and your body felt worn, but in good way, like you had just hiked a mountain. not to mention the most glaring sign of your climax, your squirt that stained everything nearby — your cunt, your thighs, the bed, the floor and even your best friend.

"thank you.." you can't help but smile down at him; seeing him dishevelled and covered in your juices was oddly endearing.

"uhm.. it's fine." suna grumbled awkwardly, avoiding eye-contact and suddenly going shy.

"what's the matter?" you ask, concerned.

"i— uh, i forgot to move out of the way for the picture."

2. CREAMPIE PIC

okay, so squirting didn't exactly go as planned. however, hope was not lost. suna explained to you that another type of image that makes guys go absolutely feral for a woman is a creampie pic.

although, you were initially skeptical of the logic; if you were a guy, seeing the girl you're interested in stuffed with the cum of another man probably wouldn't do anything for you. but suna just cited natural biological instincts, and regardless of whose cum it is, it will always activate a man's primal instinct to reproduce with you. yup, it's true.

so, you didn't argue with him any further.

there you were, laid out nude on the bed as you let your best friend in the whole world pound into you. with your legs in the air, resting on his shoulders, suna stood at the edge of the bed and fucked into your pretty pussy relentlessly. his eyes were fixated on where your hips met, watching carefully as your greedy hole swallowed him up.

"so tight. can't believe you were hiding this pussy from me, baby." he slurs, idly toying with your pebbled nipple. though it wasn't an easy task as his cock pierced into you with such a force that your tits were bouncing dramatically with each thrust.

"n' you're so big.." you return the compliment, and despite how he was fucking your brains out, it wasn't too hard to muster up the words as his fat cock was about the only thing you could think about — the way his massive length was stretching out your insides, felt like he was leaving you with no room to breathe.

he huffs a chuckle at the sultry way in which you speak, you're clearly not all there, yet you're still making sense and saying exactly what he wants to hear. "should've dicked you down earlier, huh, babe?" he gradually slows down, easing in and out of you and allowing your cunt to savour every last inch of him. really show you what you've been missing.

"uhuh.. never been— ngh, been fucked like this before." you stutter, looking up at him with dewwy eyes. feigning innocence, when you both know pull well that you just want him to start rearranging your guts againt. still, he buys it. he's so enamoured by you regardless, and leans into press a firm kiss against your lips, then begins to scatter kisses along your jaw and down your neck. however, he holds your legs against his shoulders the entire time, even as he bends over, and essentially folds you in half while he sucks hickeys into your neck and teasingly drags his cock in and out of you.

"so flexible as well. perfect fucking angel." there's a certain agony in his voice that you can't quite decipher, partially due to his words being buried against the bruised skin of your neck, partially due to how absorbed you are in his cock delicately splitting you open. "should've blown your back out on halloween. in that slutty costume."

your costume was far from incdecent that night. it was normal, but funnily enough, you were probably the most conservatively dressed person at that party — still, it was the fact you were wearing it which made it slutty. you and your perfect, perky tits and round ass. and your dripping cunt that you photographed after suna walked you home, instead letting him take care of you. in retrospect, you were the most gorgeous person at the party and you were both tipsy enough to have made some bad decisions. so, why didn't he rip that slutty costume off you that night?

as he's reminiscing, without realising, his pace increases until he's practically ramming into you once again. not that you were opposed, in fact, this what you've been aching for. "yes, rinny! please, please, keep going." you beg, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, not only from the rough way his dick was piercing into your tight little cunt, but also from the strain at the back of your thighs from the way he has your legs dangling right by your ears.

"pretty girl.." he grumbles into your neck, marking you up while still slamming his hips against your repeatedly. he's so close; he can feel your heart beat against his chest, and more importantly, your erect nipples poking him through his shirt. "dick too big for you? too big for this tight hole?"

"uhuh." you drawl, losing yourself to the hedonistic haze until he snaps you out of your trance by gripping your cheeks in his hand. your eyes are forced open and you see his face hovering above yours.

"your gunna have to get used it then. your pussy's mine now." his heavy eyes drag lecherously down your exposed body, admiring how it jerks upwards with each rough thrust. "open." his grip tightens on your face.

you shyly part your lips, just enough for him slot two fingers right inside there, so deep it almost causes you to gag. your tongue swirls his digits momentarily before he yanks them out with a faint pop, then slips his wet fingers down between your thighs to pinch and rub at your swollen clit.

"such a good g— nghh." as he's trying to mock you, he has to choke back a whimper, due to your walls clamping down on his cock unexpectedly. it's only temporary, and he's freed in time to keep furiously pounding into you, but it does cause a lapse in his rhythm. he can tell you're close; your pussy speaks on your behalf. even then, your cock-drunk expression and trembling legs were a dead giveaway too.

"you almost there?" he heaves, nails sinking into your soft hips as he continues to brutishly drive into you. "cum for me, baby."

although his wispy voice hardly cracked above a whisper, in combination with his expert fingers abusing your little clit and his buldging tip hitting just the right spot inside you, he sends you hurtling over the edge. your toes curl and back arches off the mattres as your cunt squeezes around his length. "fuh— fuck, suna! right there, mph!"

staggered breaths pull from his chest and his eyes wring shut as your walls clamp down on him and milks him for all he's worth. hushed moans fall from his lips as he relishes in the best pussy he's ever had, before he fills you up entirely with his seed. the hot tension spreading throughout his body is the only thing keeping him upright, otherwise your tight grip on his length was enough to cause his knees to buckle under him.

his cum permeates through your insides, coating your walls and burrowing at your cervix. it was the most satisfying experience; like a comforting hug for your insides after they had been destroyed by suna's fat cock.

despite the fact he's too tired to move and relishing in the feeling of your stuffed cunt, he does the right thing by gently sliding out of you and grabbing his phone from the nightstand and flipping the camera on. after his length is removed, there's nothing left to plug your hole and hence his white seed is left to slowly drip out of you. pearling by your entrance, then seeping down across your ass and onto the bed.

he took two pictures: one with flash and the other without.

"thanks, rinny.." you drone, in a whiny high-pitched tone.

"it's fine." he states, enchanted by the way he's left his mark on you. his fingers move on their own to swipe some of his cum back into your cunt, shoving it right up there roughly, despite your weak protests, "i didn't know you were on birth control."

that single sentence was enough to whip you out of your fucked-out daze. you try not to make your anxiety too obvious, but you body may have betrayed you by freezing up, "uh, right.."

3. BLOWJOB PIC

of course, this one was the least surprising proposal.

although, you were perplexed by this for a similar reason to the creampie pic — why would a guy want to see you sucking another man's dick? — but suna once again reassured you that the sensuality of the image will distract from any possessiveness. and either way, if a guy does happen to start experiencing some stirring jealousy, that will only make him want you even more, so he can stake his claim over you.

that was logic you could follow. sorta.

when you initially got on your knees in front of suna, the plan was that you would lick him clean of the variety of fluids sticking to his shaft and he'd take a couple photos as you did so. which he did; as your tongue worked up and down his warm length, swallowing the salty juices as they gathered on your tongue, suna watched from behind his phone screen. the flash was on so every time he'd snap a picture, he'd get a clear vision of your cute face lapping at his cock.

there was a dull thumping in his chest. he couldn't believe this was actually happening, his sweet best friend whom he has shared so many memories with and whose always been a shining light of comfort and innocence in his life — now you were asking him to take nudes for you.

"i got the photo." he croaked, strangely implying you could stop, while his hands told a different story as they tangled into your roots.

with your eyes shut, your kiss up his length, paying particular attention to the thick vein decorating his shaft, which made him shudder. "mm, but i'm not done, suna."

"but i got your photo." he repeated.

you smile, huffing a laugh out of your nose while your lips were still pressed against his throbbing tip. the air tickled his sensitive length and he had to grit his teeth and ball his fists to suppress a moan. you don't make it any easier by looking up at him with your starry eyes and dulcet voice, "but i want to thank you for all your help."

he blinks down at you, speechless as he watches you tease his tip with the flat of your tongue.

you take his dumb-founded silence and sitffening grip on your head as permission to finally envelope his cock with your mouth. first, you part your lips and take in his leaky tip. it's hot with need, and you can tell by the spluttered moan you lure of suna, he's been aching for this. your mouth has to stretch uncomfortably wide to fit his girth, but you're willing to make sacrifices for your best friend in the world.

you follow up by sinking forward, allowing his dick to slide back in your mouth until it's brushing against your uvula. thankfully you're too distratced by his hand lovingly caressing your strained cheek to even think about gagging. you look up at him, mouth full, and he smirks. "you look perfect like this." his thumb grazes your cheekbone then he cups your chin, tempting you forward, closer to his base, "think you can take it all?"

without further instruction, you pull away from him then lean forward again, accepting his entire length into your mouth despite how your throat constricts around his tip. and you keep going on like this; eyes screwed shut as you frantically sucked his cock. there was an extreme urgency to your movements, as you learned that if you deep-throated him and retreated fast enough, your body wouldn't have time to react or gag.

you were fully consumed by him. your best friend's cum was swirling around in your womb, conjesting your pussy and pooling in your panties while his cock was continuously drilling into your mouth. even your nose kept pressing against his base so his deep musk was all you could inhale. plus, you had his hickeys and marks littering your neck and collarbone.

your brows furrowed together as you struggling to take him all, and he laughed shakily at the sight. "when did you get so good at sucking dick, hm?" there was a sliver of sarcasm in his tone, but you were far too preoccupied to notice or care.

your severe mouth-action was far too much for him to handle. perhaps he was finally getting a taste of his own medicine, but being thoroughly pleasured so soon after his previous orgasm has left him so painfully sensitive. the way your tongue licked the underside of his shaft as your lips dragged against him was too intoxicating and it made him light-headed. fortunately, there was a wall behind him to brace against when he was about to lose balance.

his erection was so stiff, your lips were quick to bruise from the rapid friction against it. he left a dull bitter flavour in your mouth that trickled down your throat which each harsh thrust — it was unpleastant yet you loved it. you begged for more with each impassioned movement.

"shit— you drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that." he wheezed with almost a chuckle. if his dick virtually twitching in your mouth didn't make it obvious enough that he was close, then his mindless garbling certainly must have. "sendin me all those slutty pictures. it's like you wanted this."

he narrows his eyes and squeezes your chin, causing you to falter, "gunna finish me off like a good whore?"

your eyes are watery and crystalline tears poke at your lashline. you answer his question with half of a solemn nod before continuing to bob your head back and forth on his cock, but this time with a fiery desperation he's yet to see from you. tears cascading down your cheeks as you deep-throated his pulsing cock over and over. while saliva clung to his length and stained your cheeks and chin.

soon enough, that determined expression was wiped clean off and replaced with a horrifically lewd one as he comes undone right into your mouth. "fuck, that's it, (y/n). that's right. such a good girl.."

your eyes roll back in your head at the hot instrusion sinking down your throat with a sting. still, suna's fingers were locked in your roots to keep you in place as he bucks into mouth slowly, "yeah.. perfect, baby. swallow it." he says gruffly. you did so, albeit it's not like you had much of a choice.

eventually, he slides his dick out of your mouth and you both watch as strings of saliva keep you linked. you smile, amused, but suna is hasty to sever the connection and stuff his cock back into his trousers.

you gaze at him silently, hands placed neatly on your lap. there's been a sudden shift in his demeanour; he's still panting, but he notices and quirks a brow at you, "what?" he asks, curtly.

"so, are you officially my bitch now?"

[evilkitten3]

#i honestly dont get the implication here#im reblogging because its good art#and also maybe so someone can tell me why kakashi is nervous that sasuke heard about his revenge for asuma#i feel dumb

in pt one kakashi tells sasuke not to go seeking revenge on his brother. sasuke goes "wtf do you know" and also offers to kill everyone kakashi cares about so kakashi can understand what he's going through. kakashi goes "well sure but everyone i care about died already", which even then we knew wasn't true bc of gai and the dogs and also he seems to get alone with asuma and kurenai ok, but shippuden made it worse by introducing yamato, who has a deep personal tie to kakashi and calls him senpai

then in shippuden shikamaru threatens to desert if tsunade doesn't let him go avenge asuma (which in hindsight is pointless bc none of the three of them separate or together are capable of taking on tsunade anyway so she could've just. let them desert and then arrested them herself. she was literally right there) and tsunade says "i'm not sending three chuunin to take on two of the biggest threats to the village right now when all we really know about them is that they apparently can't die", at which point kakashi pops up completely unprompted and goes "ok what if i babysit tho" and tsunade i guess decides she'd rather be getting drunk than dealing with this so she allows it

meanwhile once sasuke learns where he should actually be aiming his vengeful wrath, kakashi basically goes "ok clearly this means i should kill you"

to sum up:

asuma - died in battle, asked shikamaru to keep an eye on his gf and unborn child (chouji and ino were there also), was buried and mourned as a hero of the village. shikamaru ultimate blasts hidan's body to pieces and leaves him to wait until his sacrifice-powered immortality runs out and he dies of starvation. this is possibly the most unpleasant death in the series and definitely the most drawn-out. we actually never learn how long this will take, so he might still be stuck in that hole waiting to die

the entire uchiha clan - slaughtered in middle of the night (probably closer to evening tbh) by the guy who was supposed to be their next leader, their deaths were used to torture the only person spared multiple times for the explicit purpose of egging him on to vengeance to fulfill their murderer's suicide-by-baby-bro wish, were effectively completely forgotten by anyone aside from said survivor to the point where his own teammates didn't know anything about the slaughter, and also btw it was ordered by the village higher-ups bc the clan was sick of being discriminated against in the village they helped found and were going to do a coup about it. sasuke eventually discovers this after fighting his brother until he literally dies (btw he was sick and overexerted himself on purpose to give sasuke the. cathartic release of thinking he'd murdered his own brother), at which point he swaps tracks, hunts down the mastermind, and asks to know if what he was told was true. he gets a "wow i can't believe your brother told you that. what a traitor" and decides he's fine with killing this guy, which is not helped when the guy reveals that he's stolen eleven magic eyeballs from sasuke's murdered clan, at least one of which belonged to someone sasuke knew personally. sasuke has a mental breakdown bc he's going through a lot right now and says fuck this stupid baka village, and kakashi who has also just found out about the whole state-sponsored genocide thing decides to try and kill him (this is after sakura also tried to kill him - unclear if sasuke was aware of that at any point but like i said he was having a really bad day - but she did it bc no one bothered to tell her the truth so as far as she knows sasuke is just crazy now. kakashi brilliantly then sends her away from the fight so she can continue not knowing what's happening even though her not knowing what's happening just nearly got her chidori'd in the back. but g-d forbid women be involved in the story they're main characters of ig)

so yeah sasuke's a bit miffed

He didn't want to be put on Torture City again, Sasuke.

[divadepreshawn]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

Aaron Hotchner × fem!reader

Summary: You spent a large part of your life taking care of people. Between a test to grade, a phone call to calm Spencer down, and the problems of everyday life, there was never any time left. And honestly? You never cared about investing in your own love life. Love (in the intimate sense, between two people) was something for other people. But it seems that destiny had other plans. Warnings: This is part three, you can find the other parts here. I am in a terrible phase and my brain refuses to work, so if it sounds repetitive (which to me sounds a bit) just be kind and ignore - please. WC: 2 587

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It had been a few months since you had been in your new – now more like old than new – apartment. Even though you still had to make a mental effort to remember where some things were, this was a good place. It was actually safer than the old one, the acoustics were better, there was a grocery store a block away – that always saves you because, even with a list, you inevitably forget something. And best of all, it was only a few minutes from work, guaranteeing thirty more minutes of sleep, a decent breakfast and less traffic.

And the best addition to your routine that you could not even imagine.

Okay, maybe there are two additions: A little man with an adorable laugh – may he never hear this – Bert who is over six feet tall.

Even though, technically, you had met Aaron before – bumped into him, tripped, almost fell and knocked him over in the process. Feeling mortified with embarrassment. Does that count as meeting him? – Jack won you over first.

You didn't have much contact with children, except for Spencer, of course. Let's be fair, he's not an example of child development. He was affectionate, kind and curious like any child, but he had his own peculiarities that made him unique. Spencer didn't like playing outside, he had an aversion to sand and wasn't a big fan of the texture of grass, he hated any loud noise and it took him about six months to accept your hugs without feeling like he was being dipped in a tank of acid.

Jack, on the other hand, despite having a truly surprising vocabulary for his age, loves getting dirty, loves hugs and is naturally very affectionate – both in words and gestures. He would wait for you in the hallway to tell you about his day at school. He would draw little animals and slip them under your door. Would ask if you could go to the school presentation. Would invite you to go to the park, to accompany Jessica while he played with his friends.

How could you resist that?

Aaron, on the other hand… He was harder to read.

It wasn't that he was rude, far from it. He was always kind, respectful, and terribly polite. But he never got too close. It was as if, as the conversations in the hallway got longer each day, as soon as you shared some more personal information, he would hit an invisible barrier, and then retreat.

It was a slow dance, one step forward and two steps back.

You were walking back from the market, your arms almost giving out from the weight of the bags, gravity making sure to show its truth with every step. All you needed was some butter, it was the only thing you had forgotten on the list. A simple butter. But, of course, the market seemed to have conspired against you. The very day you decided to walk to the market, there were sales in practically every aisle – especially those huge aisles of cleaning products. And who can resist a good discount on detergent, degreaser, and fabric softener? That's not you.

You could feel the thin strap of the bag cutting into the flesh of your arms – but you ignored it, too proud to stop. After all, if you could walk from the market to the building, you would certainly be able to carry them to your kitchen, right? Wrong.

When you got to the elevator, pressing the button became an impossible task. You tried. God knows how much you tried. But your arm simply wouldn't obey your command – the more you tried, the more it shook from the effort.

You sighed, irritated. Mentally calculating the probability of falling if you tried to press it with your foot.

"Do you need help?", Aaron's voice sounded behind you, softly low, trying not to scare you.

You turned slowly, mentally thanking the divine entity that answered your prayers first. "I… Yes, please."

Without saying anything, he approached and took more than half of the bags from your hands. The tension in your arms disappeared immediately, replaced by the burning due to the effort. You let out a grunt of satisfaction, finally managing to lift your hand to press the button.

“Thanks,” you murmured, studying the small depressions in your skin.

“No problem,” he replied, his tone neutral and polite – as always, terribly polite – before nodding for you to enter the elevator first. “Did you walk a block with all that?”

You let out a short laugh, rethinking the route. “‘Walk’ is an optimistic word. I did what I could to get here.”

The corner of his lips lifted in a slight smile, he glanced at you quickly. “And why didn’t you drive?”

“Well, initially I went to the market to just buy some butter,” you glanced at the bags he was holding. “But the cleaning section was on sale.”

“And then you decided to stock up on a year’s worth of supplies,” he added, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t judge my logic for a sale,” you snapped, looking at him with mock indignation. “These are good brands and they were at a good price. A great price, in fact.”

He raised an eyebrow, amused by your ‘concept’ of a sale – everything in the bag would easily last a year. “Right… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound rude.”

“Oh, please,” you said, waving his apology away. “I see you more than I see my family. I understand that you’re a natural gentleman, but you don’t have to be so formal with me. I thought we were past that.”

He frowned, his smile almost overpowering his seriousness. “I’m not being formal. That’s my neutral expression.”

“Intimidating,” you corrected, without hesitation. A laugh escaped at the look of indignation on his face. “With all due respect, you are the epitome of the ‘angry dog: keep out of the way’ sign.”

Aaron snorted – the closest you’d ever come to laughing – shaking his head, in disbelief that he was being compared to a grumpy dog. “Angry dog? Seriously?”

The elevator dinged as the doors opened. You stepped out first, turning your back to the hallway, maintaining eye contact. “Ask any of your neighbors. I bet they’d agree with me.”

He sighed, carrying the bags, following you down the hallway, waiting patiently until you found your keys and unlocked the door.

Aaron paused in the doorway, looking around the apartment hesitantly. “Do you want me to put them in the kitchen or…?”

You smiled, appreciating his concern. “No need, I think I can do it now,” you murmured, holding out your arms for him to fit the bags back in.

He stood there for a moment, motionless, his gaze flickering between the heavy bags in his hands and your outstretched arm. “Are you sure?”

“No. But if it goes wrong, I can drag myself to the kitchen.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, scolding you with his gaze. He took a second before giving in, moving slowly – as if that would lessen the weight of the bags. Carefully, he fitted the bags onto your arms, his fingers gliding delicately over your skin.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Seriously, we need to work on your sense of humor.”

“Well, I’m laughing inside.”

You just hummed in response, not trusting your brain to generate a coherent response. If he knew the whirlwind of thoughts and sensations that touch had stirred, sir, you’d be stuck.

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“Come on, prettyboy,” Morgan approached Spencer as he walked through the glass door.

“The answer is still no,” he said, avoiding eye contact as he tightened his grip on the strap of his bag, quickening his pace to escape the conversation.

Spencer knew this was going to happen – it always did. He only had two certainties in life. The first was that one day he would die. And the second was the certainty that, as soon as Derek laid eyes on you, he would start teasing you.

No matter how much Spencer told himself that Derek didn’t look at you like that, he knew it wouldn’t stop the jokes, the smirks, and the nicknames that would come.

Morgan smiled, unfazed by the immediate denial. He followed Spencer to the table, crossing his arms and leaning his hip casually on the corner of the table. “Come on, Spencer. Give me a plausible reason why you don’t want to give me her number.”

Spencer sighed, placing her bag on the table with more force than necessary, sitting back in her chair before looking back at him. “Derek, you know I’d take a bullet for you. But… I’m not going to throw you to the lions.”

“Throw who to the lions?” JJ asked, her eyes flicking between Spencer and Morgan.

Spencer leaned back in her chair. “My sister.”

JJ raised an eyebrow in surprise before looking at Morgan skeptically. “You want to date Spence’s sister?”

Morgan shrugged. “Look at that face,” he said, pointing to himself –as if that were justification enough. “Just imagine our kids. They’d be beautiful and geniuses. A gift to humanity.”

JJ stifled a laugh, taking a sip of her coffee before replying. “Okay, ‘gift to humanity,’ let Penelope hear that.”

“I’m sure my Babygirl would support that.”

Spencer let out a muffled groan, resting his face in his hands. He would rather be dragged into a hostage negotiation, or even retake the physical fitness test, than continue this conversation.

“Derek, please. She literally took care of me… she’s like my mother. And you’re not going out with my mother.”

Morgan paused, pretending to consider what he’d said, and then smiled even wider. “Oh, I get it. You’re afraid of being promoted to big brother.”

“Shut up,” he snapped, burying his face in the files in front of him to end the subject.

“Good morning, my weirdos,” Rossi said, crossing the bullpen. He glanced around the group, quickly scanning their expressions. “Does anyone want to update me on…?”

“Just Morgan trying to destroy the peace in the Reid family,” JJ explained with a smile, as he walked away to his desk.

“Reid family?” Morgan repeated with a half smile. “Mrs. Morgan you mean.”

“I resign,” Spencer declared, rising from his chair with a grimace, starting to walk away towards the kitchen.

Morgan laughed out loud, the laugh so intense that his knees began to buckle, causing him to brace his hands on the table to keep himself upright. “Dude, I’m kidding! You know that, right?”

Rossi headed to his office, muttering “I don’t know why I even ask,” as he shook his head.

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Aaron was going crazy, getting older, reaching senescence more quickly. He could almost see his gray matter shrinking considerably – which is, to say the least, ironic. He’s been dealing with mountains of paperwork, heinous crimes, serial killers for years, and until then he had managed to maintain his sanity at about seventy-five percent. But you managed to zero that in a few months.

It was almost funny. If it weren’t so humiliating.

All of this was unconscious at first, of course. He was worried about work, friends, his son, so it’s natural that he paid attention to you. But now? They’re frequent and painfully conscious.

He tried to rationalize this feeling, the only plausible explanation for him having liked you before knowing your name, profession, criminal record was the way you treated Jack.

Of course, it was all about that. It’s easy to like someone who treats those who are important to us so well, right? Every father would think so.

It wasn't because you were beautiful, incredibly beautiful. He certainly didn't notice how shy you are despite the perfect way you hide it, or how everything about your appearance is meticulously constructed.

The way he tried to push you away from his thoughts was pathetic. With each attempt, it was as if he reinforced each memory even more. The sound of your laughter, your heels hitting the floor in the hallway, the way you cursed the wind for messing up your hair, the way you talked to Jack.

Going crazy was the only plausible explanation for him liking you.

He was sitting at his desk, silent, mentally wandering. Was staring at the computer screen – for at least fifteen minutes. The more he tried to focus on work, the more his mind betrayed him with absolutely irrelevant memories.

“Hotch?”

You seemed genuinely happy to see Jessica this morning. Are you already friends or are you just being very polite? Maybe both, but Aaron senses that there’s something Jessica isn’t telling him–

“Aaron, are you okay?” Rossi’s voice interrupted his reverie. Aaron looked up slowly. He was leaning against the doorframe, holding a cup of coffee, his worried gaze analyzing every microexpression.

Aaron thought about changing the subject, disguising himself, making up any excuse to get him to leave. But if he was honest with himself, who else could he talk to?

“I need to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.”

Rossi arched an eyebrow, immediately walking into the office, sitting in the chair across from him. “Seriously? What’s going on? Are you having trouble sleeping again?”

Aaron rubbed his eyes, resting his face in his hands. “No. I don’t know, I’m exhausted, irritated. And tired. Yeah, I’m tired of her.”

Rossi blinked, pausing for a second to try to follow his train of thought. “Her? You need to be more specific than that.”

“My neighbor,” he replied with disgust, as if it physically hurt to admit it out loud. “The woman from the apartment across the street.”

Rossi took a sip of his coffee, waiting for Aaron to continue his explanation – but he remained silent, staring at the wooden table. “Right. And what exactly did she do?”

Aaron took a deep breath, pondering how he could describe you. “She’s inconvenient.”

Rossi stared at him for a second, processing. “Inconvenient, how…?”

“She… leaves the elevator smelling of vanilla. Every time. It’s agonizing the minutes until she gets to the lobby. And her laugh, lord, is too loud. You should see when Jack and her meet,” Aaron grimaced, trying to find an explanation for your relationship. "They go into their own bubble, and I watch from the outside, not knowing what to do. She walks past my door and wishes me good morning –even when I pretend to be on the phone. She's not intimidated by my dry comments."

He set his coffee cup down on the table, crossing his arms over his chest with a smile, having a vague idea of ​​what was happening to his friend. "Are you complaining about the fact that she's kind, has social skills, and is minimally hygienic?"

"No, you don't understand," Aaron retorted, in an exasperated tone. "This happens every day. Every. Single. Day. It's been four months. Four months. And she does the same things, always with the same smile, the same intonation as if it were the first time. If I close my eyes, I can still hear her heels clicking on the hallway floor."

Rossi no longer bothered to hide his amusement. It was almost charming to watch one of the FBI's most brilliant minds stumbling over his feelings like a teenager. How could someone whose job it is to identify the smallest patterns in details have missed the most obvious signs? All it took was a simple synapse – there was no ambiguity – one plus one equals two, simple as that.

“I need medication. Anything to make it stop,” Aaron muttered, rubbing his face with both hands. “She’s trouble.”

Rossi coughed to hide a laugh. “Aaron, mio ​​dio, are you listening to yourself?”

Aaron frowned. “What?”

“You don’t need a shrink, you need a date.”

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[thoughtdaugh7er]

Stay young, get stoned. - Theodore nott x reader

Summary: Theodore and reader are two big ass potheads who begin as friends but after an intense smoke session, Theodore can't help but say how he feels.

Genre: fluff

The sessions have been going on for a while now. It all started by you and Theodore being friends due to you guys being in the same firendgroup since first year. At first the weed sessions started with just you and pansy, as you took her weed virginity when you both were fourteen. You both smoked a pre roll and pansy almost died from her first hit as you just giggled patting her back before taking your third hit.

You began at thirteen feeling it was the only option to quiet your mind from what was going on at home. Theodore began smoking at the same age due to the same reason, making you guys bond from the beginning as you invited him to the circle and taught him how to actually inhale the plant.

From that point on the sessions only had the two of you since pansy thought it was more of an occasional thing. But to you and Theodore, everything would be so much better if you were high. Only those sessions became not only smoke sessions where you both would get high and get a bunch of food after, but they became deep, serious, conversations.

When Theodore started talking about whatever was on his mind during a session, you shared some of your thoughts as well. The way you spoke about certain topics or the way you viewed things just drew him more to you. You spoke as if you were the most thought out person in the world.

He wanted to hear every single thought you can conjure up in that amazing, silly, and funny ass head if yours. Saying dumb shit to him while both of your guys' eyes were lidded was like a super power you just randomly conjured up one day. The way he physically couldn't stop laughing at every single one of your jokes made him fall for you even harder.

Even you just simply being you could push him into a laughing fit, your words and tone of voice just hit the spot in his brain that he thought no one could ever reach. An example would be when he almost pissed his pants laughing because you petted Dobby's head during your guys' weekly raid in the kitchen and asked him if he was always just so bald.

And now all Theodore wanted to do was find you and have yet another one of those intimate talking sessions. Unfortunately today at practice Adrian decided it would be funny to mention you while everyone was in the locker rooms cleaning up.

"I'm telling you guys that girl could out smoke everyone in a whole fucking circle rotation honestly," Theodore rolls his eyes and tries not to turn around and tell Adrian to just shut the fuck up. Because if any guy is going to talk about your skill in smoking weed, it's going to be him. He's the one who you invite almost every other day to go and smoke with, not him.

He's the one you go and get snacks with even if the house elves are sick and tired of you guys raiding them, not him. Which leaves him with the question of why Adrian is even bringing you up. Luckily Adrian's conversation answers his question before his brain can come up with any more thoughts on how he feels about you.

"How do you know that anyways mate?" One of his friends asks as he pulls his shirt over his head. "Because I saw her at a party last weekend and watched her out smoke everyone sitting on that fucking couch that's why, I'm figuring I should just buy her a rolling tray instead of flowers and ask her out for a date, she'll surely say yes." Adrian jokes in fascination as him and his friend share a quick laugh before heading to the showers.

Theodore feels like shit as he sits down in the Slytherin common room surrounded by you and your guy's closest friends. You can already tell by his presence that he wasn't having the best day, his shoulders are slumped as well as the rest of his body, and his dark eyebrows are furrowed in irritation. You hesitate from your seat next to him but luckily the blunt already lit in your hands has given you some type of confidence. You inhale a huge hit and notice his eyes fall on your figure. You give him a genuine smile as you offer him the blunt you've been chiefing on for the past ten minutes before he walked in. "Hey theodore, you okay?" You ask with genuine interest.

Theodore decides today is the day the smoke session isn't only going to be a conversation that goes on for hours and hours on end, but a confession, from him. He feels his stomach do a small backflip and his tongue suddenly feels too big for his mouth as he replies to your question.

He takes the blunt from your tiny hand in comparison to his huge veined hand and he flashes you a soft smile. You could see a little bit of nervousness hidden behind it as he takes a long drag and you furrow your eyes in confusion. "Thanks, yeah I'm just having a bad day until I saw you, nothing huge though, boys in the locker room tend to just never shut their mouths."

He grimaced as he remembers Adrian's voice saying your name as if you were just a random pretty girl to talk about and forget within the next ten seconds. He feels it should almost be a sin for your name to even sit on his tongue, the sweetest, most special and understanding soul he's ever met- fuck hes letting his thoughts go wild not realizing your still sitting by him in silence deciding what to respond with.

You hope on every star your bestfriend doesn't see the crimson blush creeping up to your cheeks.

Until he saw you? What does that mean? Oh God how you hope it means what you think it means.

"You wanna get high and make some pizza in the kitchen?" You ask pulling him out of his thoughts. He looks at you in complete admiration. He adores your idea of a hangout. He could absolutely go for some pizza with his favorite person right now. The way you know him inside out to know that his favorite munchie is as many slices of cheese pizza he could stuff in his mouth before his stomach feels like he's going to explode.

Of course, But do you want to go upstairs and talk for a bit?" He finally says after all the pieces of built up courage in his body piece together. His request makes you smile and nod ushering him to stand up from the couch first.

He feels his heart slowly stop beating fast as he sees the soft smile covering your face. Fuck the way you smile, the way you see his state and know exactly what to do, what to ask, and how to reply.

For a couple of minutes you guys pass the time with puffing and passing staring at the view from the astronomy tower as the stars litter the sky and the sun slowly begins to fall down making way for the moon. He remembers a memory of you both in the same exact place as if it was yesterday, both of you guys smoking and you mention that every time you see the moon you can't help but want to cry, because you can't figure out for the life of you how something so unique and beautiful can bring yet more beautiful things into the world that you guys are just so unbelievably lucky to see and gaze up at, the nights sky and stars.

He looks at you with a soft smile, the memory replaying in his mind as he looks into your eyes as if you're the only thing to ever exist. You swear your heart flutters at the soft eye contact as he begins to talk.

"About this, us," he starts his sentence, and you feel your heart speed up and slowly makes its way to your throat. "Yeah?" You ask softly looking up to him yet again as you take the now small blunt in your hands.

"I feel like what we have should be more than just friends, I've always seen you as more than just a friend y/n" He looks up to you with the same nervous look he had in the common room a few moments prior, and you feel your mind could explode. He's silently praying to every God damn star you guys are looking at that you feel the same way. He can't even stop and rid his face of the complete tension and uneasiness he feels.

Jesus fucking Christ your telling me this whole time he felt the same way. That feeling you had for him that started in third year didn't need to be stuffed deep down inside of you all these years?

You feel ecstatic, magnificent, happy, thrilled, and every other emotion that describes happiness before you can even process what you're doing or thinking, or saying, you usher a quick "I do too" before you grab him by the tie and hastily press your lips against his.

Theodore feels as if he's floating, the mix of being high and kissing you makes him wonder if he's ever experienced a greater feeling. Or if he's ever lived before this. He falls into the kiss with ease as he cups your face and waist, like his body is a jigsaw puzzle and your the last piece that fits oh so fucking well.

You giggle as you both pull away and kiss me on the cheek smiling even wider than before if that's possible. Theodore feels his brain melt as his takes in your face, seeing that beautiful smile that covers your whole entire face, the one he thinks about every day.

Fina- fucking lly.

[urloversdreamgrl]

15 Things I Enjoyed About Season 4 🐻

After my second watch of S4, I actually liked it. Compared to S4, it feels like a step in the right direction. It does make you wonder if what happened in S1 and S2 were lightening in a bottle. Nothing's perfect, so I have my qualms, but for now, let's focus on the positive.

Anywho, in no particular order, a couple of things that gave me joy!

(spoilers ahead, chefs)

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1. Ayo Edebriri as THE Sydney Adamu

I cannot speak the praises of Ayo Edebiri enough for me. We know the girl is funny, but her dramatic scenes! She really sucked me in and kept me there. I really admire her work ethic and how you can tell she cares about honing her craft both on and off screen. To me, she gave such a stand-out performance this season. Brava!

Plus, all I wanted from last season was a Sydney-centric focus. I was hoping for just an episode, but she took a way bigger role this time around. It's about time!

And thank you for finally giving Syd her flowers. She's been the heart of the whole restaurant staff since Episode 1, and I'm just glad that they acknowledged that canonically. Not a kinder soul than Ms. Adamu.

2. S4:E4 Worms

Ayo Edebiri and Lionel Boyce wrote the fuck outta that episode. It felt so tender and funny, gave us insight into Syd's internal and private life while also helping her character arc along. Shoutout to Lionel for pushing through his fears and accepting Ayo's offer to co-write. Hoping this open more doors for both of them in the future

I have to give up for the super talented Danielle Deadwyler. She had me cracking up the whole episode as Chantel. Everything felt so real and nature. This whole episode felt like home to me truly. Also Arion King as TJ is such a cutie pie. Hoping this isn't the last time we see Syd's folks. Manifesting an Adamu family party next season (hopefully), so we can see how they get down!

And thank you, Ayo and Lionel, for making my girl unapologetically Black. May their pillows be cool FOREVER!

3. Emmanuel Survives

Fuck them for trying to kill Robert Townsend (who needs to be on my screens more pronto)! I'm going to talk later about Syd and how the show decided to comfort her through this, but for now, that scene where father and daughter are reunited made me cry. Emmanuel's little tear over his baby's head. This relationship to me is so special because Syd really won the dad lottery, and Emmanuel won the daughter lottery.

I'm hoping next season we have Syd finally confiding in and truly opening up to her dad, and her dad being receptive and supportive in a way that I know he can.

4. SydRichie

To my SydRichies, y'all got feed tooooo good. Congratulations! Can't wait to see all the edits. It's crazy to see how their relationship evolved, and I'm so happy about where they are right now. Syd stabbed him just to be his plus-one to his ex-wife's wedding. Girl, Season 1, I thought Richie was irredeemable. Now, I'm rooting for him. That's the beauty of healing and leading with compassion and kindness.

5. Less Montages

Can we just fill this room with thank yous? Rewatching S3, it felt like the whole season was one big montage. Now, I liked some of them, but they should be used in moderation. The Bear tends to meander a lot which I think messes with the pacing, but this season felt like it was closer to finding a balance.

6. Them Gays 🏳️‍🌈

Happy Pride Month to the staff at The Bear, but specifically, Natalie and Chester. I, too, would freak out if my best "friend" was working along side a hot, talented, kind, and charming man in a cramped space, brushing against each other while making the most delicious desserts known to man.

Plus, of course, Nat had a homoerotic friendship turn sour, and of course, it was with Brie Larson lol. Bisexual women, stand up! Honorable mention to Syd's bisexual lightning when she's making them scallops.

7. Carmy Apologizing and Being Honest

It's about time. I was just as gagged as Sydney when Carmen started making her work life a bit easier by putting his ego aside. This is a really good start to him healing himself and to help heal some of the folks he harmed. Emotional regulation is important, and I'm hoping that it continues for him. And I hope that he heals his relationship to cooking. Also, heal his relationship with Syd because after the season finale, she has absolutely no trust (or maybe even good will) towards him anymore; that relationship is his most severed.

8. MarLuca + SydLuca

I'll take Marcus and Luca's relationship every which way. Two adorable, kind-hearted, and sensitive men working on bringing the sweetness of life to people. Perfect, I want 11 of them right now. When they are together, it just like magic to me. You want to talk about true mentorship and friendship? That's them. You want to talk about them being romantic and doing the nasty? I'm listening uwu.

Then I'm thankful for the crumb of Syd and Luca that we got. Just imagine in S5 (if there is one. hopefully), we see these three plus Tina make beautiful magic in that kitchen of love, expression, and understanding. Also, manifesting a love triangle a la Brandy and Monica's "That Boy is Mine" fanfic with Marcus, Syd, and Luca. I need that mess.

9. Richie and Tiffany's Dance

I love Richie and Tiffany's relationship. I love how Richie's journey allows him to earnestly work through his issues so he can still be a family with Tiff and Eva. Although, it looks a bit different.

10. Syd's Wedding Outfit

Syd looked tooo good in this two piece set. The colors and the way it is illuminates her figure. Dare I say -- best dressed? Thank you, Courtney Wheeler.

11. Gary THEE Sommelier + Tina's Dish

I'd trust him with my life. Plus, I loved seeing more of him, and how dedicated he is in learning something new. That's the same reason why I loved seeing Tina making her own dishes at home. These two inspire me. It's never too late to learn something new, and it's courage to keep trying and trying until you get it right. Plus, Tina and her hubbie are such cuties.

12. Marcus & Food and Wine's Best New Chef

At first, I was disappointed that Syd didn't receive the honor. When they kept mentioning her scallop dish, I thought it was her time to shine. However, once I got over my disappointment, I scream! Marcus come-up is crazy!

Mind you, he started at McDonald's, then started making bread, then taught himself how to make cakes and donuts. Went to Copenhagen and learned technique and got better. His mother passes, and he honors her in the most special and healthy of ways. He honors Mickey and Syd in similar ways, too. He's a hard worker, super imaginative/creative, and deserving. I love my Black Boy Baker!

13. Donna's Recovery

I've seen some critiques about how dangerous it can be to not value "no-contact" relationships. I feel that, and I advise everyone to do what feels good and safe to them.

I'm actually in awe of her sobriety and how she's navigated reconnecting to those she's harmed. She's not offended when people become tense or defensive around her, and she's not expecting any miraculous reunions. As a child of an alcoholic who has had to navigate a relationship while my parent is working on bettering themselves, I admire Jamie Lee Curtis's depiction of Donna Berzatto.

People can change. I feel if your eldest son (or any close person in your life) commits, then you should change. You better search inside yourself and work on yourself, especially if you want to help/protect the rest of your loved ones.

I, also, respect Carmy's hesitancy and anxiety. Donna is very traumatizing and triggering, and her parenting helped set a standard for Carmen. He stayed with Chef David and other abusive kitchens, and he replicated that environment because he associated authority with abuse and emotional deregulation. I hope as he works on himself, and maybe his relationship with his mom, he recognizes that he is capable and worthy of peace and love.

14. This Song

Y'all don't understand the connect that me and this song shares. It plays during the scene where Richie makes it snow for the family, and it literally brought me to tears. I've listened to it everyday since, and the album is really something. The lyrics are so touching and the chorus is truly the epitome of what this season is:

'Cause I know that you've been waiting Been such a long time you've been waiting And only you know where you have been to Only you know what you have been through There's better things you're gonna get into And I wanna be there too You know I do

Storer, you can barely write multiple fleshed-out, congruent storylines, but you and Josh Senior know how to pick out a song.

15. S4:E10 Goodbye

Ayo, JAW, and Ebon did what needed to be done. I felt all of that: the anger, sadness, regret, frustration, fear, relief, everything. Now, do I agree that Carmen should leave the restaurant? No, I want him to stay, follow through, and fall in love with cooking again even after they pay off the debt (and stop dumping Syd with his messes when his emotions need managing). However, I, also, see his point. He does need a change.

Richie and Carmy finally have the talk that's been brewing since S1:E1 System. Carmy finally takes his sister's advice and starts processing his emotions instead of running away. Syd finally lays into him. Thank you Lord! Omg, that was so cathartic. Once again, Ayo's acting! Her fear-fury mess. She really sold Sydney's heartbreak. My shayla.

Plus, Carm and Richie trying to get Syd to put the cigarette down? Iconic. I’ve rewatched this episode so many times now, and the sydcarmy of it all, the anguish, the breaking, the distance this has exuberated. Can’t wait for the fics and the meta. Omg omg omg



[bloggerspam]

I might be stress crying from my move, but nobody can prove anything.

Also, fair warning i use ghost and halfa p much interchangably when it comes to Danny.

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Phantom has a good thing going with the Outlaws.

Ever since the JL Dark decided to step in and actually help Amity Park with the GIW and the Anti ECTO Acts, Danny's life has been nothing but positives.

He got his grades back on track, he and his friends and family are free to roam about without worrying about ghost attacks, his parents fully turned around on their stance on ghosts, and he's having a good time chilling in the Realms and working as an engineer at STAR Labs.

It's just that his friends are doing their own thing now, and his sisters are living their own lives, and none of that really involved Danny on a daily basis.

He's not gonna even get into the shenanigans his parents are into.

That's not to say they've grown apart or forgotten each other completely—they have their own spaces in Phantom's lair for gods sake—it's just that. Well.

They all have outside friends, and Danny's maybe not so good at making friends like they are.

One could argue that his former rogues consider him a friend, and that's not even taking into account the yetis, but they're—well.

They're dead.

And Danny's dead, halfway at least, so that's not exactly a deal breaker—

Nobody talks about the culture shock of mingling with dead, is all!

Danny can look up 70s punk rock, can look up motorcycles and biker culture in the 90s, pop culture references in the 50s, he can even check out history books to try and get on the medieval level of communicating with Royalty—there's just a limit, is all.

Ghosts are always willing to learn about the things after their deaths, so it's not even that Danny's feeling unheard. They're really good at blending, considering they have to mingle with others from other eras.

It just doesn't feel like Danny got that part of the deal of being dead.

Like how Ghosts have this innate idea of what they can and can't do, but Danny got the short end of the stick as a Halfa.

And the yetis are nice, very accepting and treat him like one of their young ones.

But Phantom's sort of everyone's boss? And that also puts a sort of…perspective to his ghost friendships.

And his coworkers at work at wonderful, they're lovely and accepting and sometimes they go out for drinks even! But Danny is weird, he knows it.

It's hard to be Danny without talking about Phantom. To be Danny and not talk about the weirdness of his family, of his small town.

It's not impossible, he can skate by with his Obsession with stars and kind of spin it in a way that Danny's become one of the office's pagan astrology witch guy that's sort of…ghost/cryptid/dead themed.

He's no goth, but he's happy to break that stereotype anyway.

The point is, neither Danny nor Phantom really have any close friends beyond Sam and Tucker, and he loves his sisters, but they're all mostly adults now so they don't live together anymore and—

It's just.

Danny's realizing that a lot of his personality is Phantom, and Phantom?

Well, Phantom is lonely.

It feels selfish to say that, even in his own head.

Johnny 13 and Kitty are always down to have a race, Ember's been harping on him to let her teach him an instrument, and the yetis have all but pleaded Danny to come over for more cuddles.

But they'll never really understand the feeling of being alive again, and if Danny is being honest with himself?

It feels unfair that Danny is alive. It feels unfair that Danny can have all this, and nothing at once.

Which bring Danny back to this: Phantom's got a good thing going with the Outlaws.

They're not exactly friends, they're closer to coworkers more than anything, but Danny can be more himself with them, and that's what matters. He can be open about Phantom, and because these people understand secret identities more than anyone, he can also be relatively open about Danny.

They know he's of a special supernatural species—that he's both alive and dead. It makes him uniquely qualified to deal with certain magicks, and with his powerset and normal human skills Phantom is a good fit for the Outlaws who work on the edge of things.

They've somehow, through circumstances Danny is still unsure of to this day, become the JL Dark's designated "cult smashing team."

Thank you, Arsenal, for that direct quote.

It still baffles Danny, because as far as he knows, only one of them is even remotely magically and/or supernaturally inclined—and that's on a technicality, Danny thinks.

Red Hood's got the scent of the All-Caste on him, but he doesn't even use it? Ever? That's not even mentioning his whole…revenant status. Danny doesn't really think Hood is even aware?

The rest are just…well. Amazonians, Kryptonians and Tamaranians can dabble in magic-like elements, sure—but they don't actually do magic.

Danny's not even gonna ask why Arsenal gets involved—his arrows are scientific, they're not even technomagic?

But Arsenal's mostly a dad now, if the hero grape-vine is to be believed, so he's not even really in the picture most of the time?

The point is, Danny can be the most himself with the Outlaws, and maybe, hopefully, one day, they can be actual friends.

It'd be nice, is all.

He thought they were on that track, and certainly, Bizarro's been a real hoot to hang out with. Arsenal, when he is around, loves to talk shop about the chemical make up of some of his arrows—not to mention Danny loves gushing about the engineering of them, so they get along great!

Artemis has been a delight to spar with, especially since Danny's also been taking lessons from Pandora. Starfire is…well. Starfire's an alien. Danny's sort of been a fan since her Teen Titan days!

And he thought that maybe Hood tolerated him, even enjoyed his company even! He's nice in a gruff way, and always listens when Danny yaps away about whatever topic. They've even, on occasion, had conversations about the books Hood has been reading.

So it makes Danny a little…uneasy, when Hood starts to act a little strange.

The other's have been business as usual, but Hood?

Hood has been getting…well. Hood has been staring at Danny a lot more, and the amount of times Danny's jolted in surprise at how close the revenant suddenly is has risen exponentially since Hood inadvertently visited him in his lair.

It makes this complicated, he feels like he's let his guard down somehow without realizing it.

Danny was already trying to be extra careful with Hood—revenant status not-withstanding, Hood runs hot with the All-Caste fire burning in him.

It makes Phantom want to curl up like a scarf, and Danny would rather eat Dash's dirty shorts again than humiliate himself and Hood that way.

But Hood is making it very hard for him—he keeps summoning him, and popping up out of nowhere, and somehow sitting next to Danny for who knows how long without Danny even really noticing, which is a feat when Phantom can innately sense when one of the dead is nearby.

And Hood is, once again on a technicality, of the dead.

It's driving Phantom mad.

It's driving Danny to an early grave.

Dear Darcy...

Another AU borne from the HHD server--Touch-starved DoM with identity shenanigans. Follow here on AO3!

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It isn't until well into their acquaintanceship that Jason notices something odd about Phantom.

That's not exactly true—Jason noticed it on their third mission together in a passing thought, but decided to not care about it on account of all the bullets and daggers being thrown at him and his team at the time.

Phantom is an ally, of sorts. A consult, perhaps, Jason doesn't really know.

It's hard to really say when they still don't really know what he does.

Though, again, that's not exactly true—Jason supposes it's more accurate to say they still don't really know what he can't do.

They go to him when the supernatural is involved, introduced to them via Zatanna when Jason expressed an adamant dislike of needing to ask JL Dark for anything (needing to ask Bruce for anything).

The ghost, a big name in the so called Realms world, is friendly and happy to help most of the time. He's a delight to work with in Jason's book, seeming to use his so-called ghost sense to read the room empathically—filling in the spaces when the quiet is too dark for the team, trailing behind silent as a shadow when even breathing is too loud, staying mostly out of the way and chiming in when necessary.

It helps that if shit hits the fan, Phantom can do something about it—it helps that that's the only time Phantom will ever butt in.

The Outlaws, Jason, is still to raw to handle playing nice, but Phantom makes it easy.

Phantom makes it effortless.

It makes Jason's gut roil in ways he's not sure how to deal with, beyond shooting it.

Either way, Jason, Red Hood, isn't supposed to be here in the Realms.

It's not that he's not allowed, per say, it's just that he wasn't exactly invited to this particular corner and Jason's a Bat, sure, but even he knows the supernatural have rules.

Jason was trying to summon Phantom for a quick mission, an in and out kind of deal that may or may not have had a cult involved in it that made Jason a little leery.

Except the summons was denied, which can happen sometimes when Phantom is busy.

Only instead of the circle simply going dark, like usual, Jason got pulled in instead.

So now he's here, in what he assumes to be Phantom's lair.

It's nice, the lair, if a little dark and mood-lighted. It has a dome-like structure, with stars and constellations all over like a planetarium. There's even one of those big ass telescopes peeking out the roof like one, though it seems to only point outwards towards the green of the Realms. Symbolic, or decorative in nature.

There's bookshelves of astrology and astronomy and all sorts of science and space related things littered throughout the shelves. Every now and then the stacks of books are interrupted with some kind of LEGO space creation, or a miniature of a rocket, or some of those weird weapons Phantom sometimes pulls out.

There's a work area, neat and messy at the same time, with a work table and a large toolbox drawer set. Metal detritus is piled neatly next to it, a project or two laid out under a heavy dark blue cloth on the table to keep it from getting dusty or be moved around if Jason has to guess.

In another area, there's living room-like space with a big monitor and beanbags and soft chairs surrounding it, typical of a college dorm room-esque gaming set up. Just beside it there's a large computer that hums softly, a picture of a female werewolf acting as a screensaver.

In yet another, there's a gathering of plants of many varieties growing this way and that. Jason spots a couple he recognizes from his run-ins with Pamela, and spots a copious amount of plants he doesn't recognize of this Earth. Ghost plants, he's assuming, from the glow of them.

There is even, curiously, one of those "at-home" basketball games that can fold away reminiscent of the ones you can see at the arcade with a couple miniature basketballs. Beside it, some kind of sleek mechanical looking surfboard rests against the wall in metallic reds and black with another toolbox set hidden just behind where it leans.

The kitchen area has a fridge that's absolutely covered in magnets from all over the world, a picture in crayon that is disconcertingly good pinned up here or there signed by someone named Ellie.

And then, of course, the main draw at the center of the room: a bed of sorts, stacked with pillows and blankets and assorted plushies of varying sizes.

Buried within is Phantom himself, huddled up in a nest of pillows and breathing heavy, angelic face flushed green the way a human would in fever. Jason, for the first time since meeting the halfa, truly wonders extensively how much the he isn't telling them.

Which brings Jason back to the odd thing.

Well, the odd thing that Jason is focusing on right now:

Phantom, contrary to his self-proclaimed ghostly nature, is very solid.

More than that, he's very, utterly, alive.

It's all the more apparent when Jason takes off one of his gloves to feel Phantom's forehead, the way Bruce would when Jason was Robin.

The way Jason wishes he could with his family.

Jason realizes, with the kind of starkness that comes from a photo flipbook of memories cascading through him, that he's never touched Phantom before. Not skin to skin or outside of a spar, and never like this.

He realizes, as the pocket book extends to not just him but his team-mates as well, that Phantom's never touched anyone before.

Always hovering just 6 feet away, like quarantine.

Like the depth of a grave.

Phantom is not quite hot to the touch, as Jason expects he would be. He had suspected a fever, of a sort. But he supposes it makes sense that a ghost would run cold, considering.

In the first place, Jason's not sure what possessed him to touch the ghost—he doesn't even have a baseline temperature to compare to so there's no real point.

He's not sure what possessed him to think this was okay, touching an ally like this without consent.

Not when his touch has never been welcomed, especially not when he's Red Hood.

He's just about to pull his hand away, careful not to wake the ghost, when Phantom starts to purr.

It rattles through him, like it's not used to being let out, as Phantom nuzzles at the tips of Jason's fingers.

As if Jason's touch was wanted, as if it comforts the ghost, as if Phantom wants nothing more.

As if this very hand didn't burn buildings to the ground, didn't shoot men into the fathoms, didn't carry bloody duffle bags, didn't fucking hurt hurt hurt.

Jason withdraws his hand carefully, gliding as gently as he can manage, breathing slow and deep.

He's been trained bloody enough to know pulling back in knee-jerk reaction can give things away.

He does not want Phantom to know he touched him.

Jason puts his glove back on, tight and unforgiving, and steps back.

He flexes his hand once, twice. Shakes it, before forcefully relaxing every muscle, trying to melt away the cold traces of Phantom's skin on his.

He clears his throat once, twice a little harsher, until Phantom mewls and blinks glowing green eyes up at him. His gaze is hazy with fever, soft like feathers, child-like in confusion.

And here, another odd thing Jason has not noticed until now:

When did Phantom's Lazarus green eyes become comforting?

When did Phantom's watery green eyes become forgiving?

[lovingdabeessss]

Thank you for pointing out yang also helps blake out when she needs help or to chill, recency bias has the fandom thinking it's only ever going to be blake helping yang when the core of their relationship is "they protect each other" when one falls down the other picks her up and vice versa honestly amazing how healthy their relationship is

Thank you!!! I love when people think I do a good job talking about them

I thought it was important to bring up just because how HUGE yang reassuring Blake is

(this isn’t to downplay what Blake is to yang i just can’t talk about 2 things because then I’ll never stop talking)

It’s a big part of their relationship and dynamic and both of their characters and development especially in the beginning

It means a lot to who yang is as a person and who she is in context to Blake

Like I want to do nothing else but acknowledge just how important meeting and being with yang was for Blake

Blake just got out of a relationship that was incredibly manipulative and toxic

But the only reason she got OUT of it was because the person doing that to her was hurting OTHER people, it clearly took Blake a much longer time to realize what he did to HER was wrong

And then she teamed up with yang, a girl who’s so patient and supportive and kind to her and expects literally NOTHING in return

And it’s very important to me that I think that she started acting like that BEFORE she started to have a crush on Blake in any way

Yang did that because it’s what she could tell Blake needed, and that’s just the kind of person she is

Blake needed reassurance, she needed to believe she was more then just a dark void, that she deserved better then what she got and that’s what yang was for her

Nothing to do with romance or anything else, flat out just: Blake needed someone to do that and yang excelled in it

And there’s so many examples

Like:

Blakes drawing her abusive ex in a notebook yang sees but Blake clearly doesn’t want to talk about it? Yang lets it go, doesn’t ask any questions

Blake puts herself down when they talk about their motivations for being here? Yang says “you’re not the kind of person to run from a fight”!

Blake has a fight with Elon musk jr Weiss and reveals she was part of a group that while having a long history of being a group for fighting for faunas rights has recently started killing innocent people (under new leadership) and then she RUNS? Yang “abandonment issues” xiao long literally just looks for her, she isn’t mad her team partner left without a word, she doesn’t so much as mumble about the secrets or the white fang thing, she doesn’t comment on how it must make her feel to be abandoned like that, she even defends her to Weiss repeatedly

When they find her and Blake admits to something SO personal and big for her, to decide to go after and try and right the wrongs of the white fang and figure out what’s going on, yang supports her, casually and sweetly, like there should never be any doubt on what she was going to do, yangs just happy Blake’s expressing her wants

NOT EVEN MENTIONING BURNING THE CANDLE WHICH WAS A WHOLE THING ALL ABOUT THIS PART ABOUT THEM

Yang helped Blake immeasurably on her road to recovery

And I’m not saying that Ruby and Weiss and sun weren’t important too!!! They absolutely were!! Weiss and sun actually serve 2 different versions of the same thing Blake needed, and we all know why Ruby’s important relationship for Blake to have, I’m just saying all of them COMBINED couldn’t get Blake to stop destroying herself after several attempts and it took yang 1 conversation max AND got her to additionally go to the dance with a single sentence

Yang probably did the best job 1 person can do to help out someone going through something this huge and difficult

However Blake was going through a LOT mental illness is a big thing especially with all the trauma and just how fucking long she was in that situation for

A lot of things were conditioned into her and they worked really hard but new trauma tends to bring up old bad habits

As amazing of a job yang did at being there for someone who’s so traumatized

she was still just one person and Blake needed the bigger support system of her family to get to the healthy place she needed to be at to truly be the healthy person she is now

and to truly be the healthy person she’d need to be to be a healthy significant other for yang

but I doubt she could’ve even gotten to the point of willingly going back home without yangs help

Something I should probably make a different post about tho is

The point of “we’re protecting each other” is that they’re NOW loving each other by working together

Before they wanted to protect each other but they were working separately, they weren’t communicating about it and to a certain extent they weren’t respecting each other about it

That’s the POINT of it

It’s shown in how they fight Adam

The first time it’s Yang protects Blake and then it’s Blake protects yang

The second time they’re doing it together at the same time

That’s why it works

Also btw yeah I totally get the frustration, the bumblebee relationship is so awesome and so nuanced and amazing and people aren’t always gonna remember to express they’re cannon complexities

Even down to the simplest “we’re protecting each other” or the entire point of the song “all that matters”

Such is the nature of fandom

Anyway the reason for the recent bias is probably cause a lot of the more obvious helping each other and comforting each other things have been yang to Blake

And people have recently realized there’s a LOT that yang needs to be talked to about

So they’re making up for it in fandom

As fandom works

And it makes people occasionally forget just how prominent yang helping Blake is or just forget to mention it

[ohwolfling]

I think most of y'all accusing Squid Game of being cynical are actually the cynical ones. Acts of rebellion aren't rewarded with happy endings. You don't only die for something if it's a guaranteed success, you don't only try if your kindness and/or defiance is measurable.

If you need Squid Game to have a happy ending to believe it's worth fighting capitalism, then there isn't a revolutionary bone in your body. The Hunger Games has a more palatable ending because while its themes are greater, it was written for middle schoolers. You have to be able to handle allegory of corrupt systems above the level of 12-14 year olds to process Squid Game. That's not a failing of the show.

Choi Woo-seok has agency and a future after the cops slapped him with a prison sentence instead of taking the Squid Game seriously. His tragedy, and the ways the system made it worse, are something he can rise above because of relationships and personal development he likely wouldn't have without Gi-hun. In-ho is still who In-ho is and I think fanon delusions about that are why a lot of you are feeling betrayed but he reaches outside of the system in a way that, while still cruel, gives two girls some kind of future that will keep them out of the games. Jun-ho is trusted with Jun-hee's baby and that money because In-ho knows that he is a good person, LEGITIMATELY A GOOD PERSON. Jun-ho walks away from policing and aligns himself with former criminals because community >>> the system, in big and small ways.

Gi-hun dies a human being. Him dying to save a child is not about "pro life," and y'all have got to stop just digging for the worst possible takes on something whenever you're disappointed or upset. Jun-hee trusted him. Geum-ja trusted him. Hyun-ju died protecting those two. He was seeing the dreams of his community through. When he realized he couldn't win, he kept his word, protected the next generation as best he could, and died with his humanity in tact. His humanity was affirmed in his games by Sae-byeok & Sang-woo & while he fucked up with Dae-ho (which was the point of that, I don't know how y'all are missing that), Gi-hun was NEVER going to sacrifice his humanity, despite the many parasocial fantasies the fandom created there in many ways.

His death happens in part because Myeong-gi cannot decide who he wants to be. The games didn't come down to a bunch of men in suits fantasizing about their turn at being rich, led by a formerly wealthy hack, because Hwang Dong Hyuk hates women. Myeong-gi was a crypto grifter who got swindled by a richer, probably older weirdo. He NEVER takes accountability for that, despite the people in the games BECAUSE HE MISLED THEM. He did love Jun-hee and sometimes he wanted to keep his word & come through for her or his child, but he's endlessly pulled towards the vision of Wealthy Man in Suit as the end all, be all of success.

I could do more in depth breakdowns for any of this, and for every alliance that made it into season 3 and what their deaths represent. It's undeniably in service to what Squid Game has ALWAYS been and these deaths hurt so much because the show and the characterization is good actually. You feel betrayed because the characters were changed or killed or sometimes both by the system Squid Game critiques. That feeling doesn't mean any of those deaths were unjustified narratively.

[saytrrose]

do you ever think fount would just be having a nice moment with pv, and then all of a sudden his mind would flooded with the horrors that their relationship won’t last forever bc pv isn’t immortal like he is?

ABSOLUTELY !!

I have a fic idea I keep procrastinating on, but I’ll likely never write it because its so long so I’ll just be insane and ramble- it’s where the beasts actually get to choose the inheritor for half their souljam, to become immortal and to mentor and teach. All the beasts have selected their successors except for Fount, who is very conflicted.

The other beasts, or original ancient heroes, keep pestering him that he should really decide but the thing is, Fount is not close to anyone- and he does not form connections like the others seem to do. He has no idea who he trusts enough to even be compared to him, for him to put any trust in and to pass down such a responsibility.

So what he does, is go back to focusing on his academy with the decision to have his top student inherit it, obviously deemed the one with the most potential.

Hence, Vanilla comes along.

Thing is, Pure Vanilla is not his number one top student. He’s not even good with offensive magic at all, he’s very clumsy at it and isn’t doing good in that field at all in which Fount is looking for. But despite all these people desperate for his approval and praise and recognition in his courses, Vanilla is just. Kind. His heart is in the right place.

Over time the two of them grow closer, as Vanilla has noticed that Fount likes to escape to the courtyard after school hours and sit in the same spot, a place he’s claimed for himself to escape the chaos of decision making and his life. Vanilla starts sneaking over to sit with him and they talk. It becomes their thing that just feels like routine, something they always do. Fount even finds himself looking forward to it after some time.

Fount eventually has his students go through a few trials leading up to this decision of his, because he’s procrastinating so much. Each inch closer to the deadline he has set for himself is mentally exhausting him, he’s so unbelievably irritated and stressed, and he ends up spilling to Vanilla that perhaps he should try to enroll in said trials.

So he does, even if Vanilla was not the best in many of the fields. What stands out particularly is not how well Vanilla performs, but quite simply just his nature. His students breeze through, victory set on their minds, very ambitious and determined but Vanilla stops to help others, forgetting what his goal is to do completely just to run back and forth and make sure that every cookie can actually complete the course. It doesn’t matter about points or damage or skill or proving how capable he is in battle- nothing of the sort.

He’s that sort of person who when a team is running and someone falls, he runs back to scoop them up and carry them, and no other cookie is like that, desperate for this recognition and opportunity.

That, is what sparks Founts interest in him.

Originally this entire idea was not for a romantic ship Drabble but I think if someone wants to they absolutely can portray it!! I flip flop back and forth with it eheheheh.

Yes I do think Fount stresses a lot over Vanillas morality, but in my depiction of how they come to be later on- he finally makes his decision. To everyone’s shock/surprise, he offers half his soul jam to Pure Vanilla.

[hestzhyen]

Chapter 84 Legacy Posting

Oh boy, here we go dear void. Short entry this time (by my standards at least).

Editor's Notes: First Page: 対峙する二人... [taiji suru futari...] "The two face off..." Last Page: 想い乗せた一撃が届く... [omoi noseta ichigeki ga todoku...] "A decisive blow brimming with emotions reaches him..."

A Declaration

Go, Chihiro, go!

And here we have the ultimate rebuttal to Samura's stubborn insistence on solving everything by himself: Chihiro has a personal stake in all of this as the son of Rokuhira Kunishige. He doesn't have to bear the burden, but he's refusing Samrua's (misguided) kindness and taking everything on.

I do like the framing of all of this duty as the choice of the children involved. Usually there's a heavy tilt towards "children should be responsible for their parent's mistakes/burdens" or "children must choose their own paths", but Kagurabachi threads the needle and says "it's not that simple".

Chihiro chooses to honour his father's wishes. He understands very well the pain that he's taking on, and he's learning that his father isn't the infallible man he looked up to when he was younger, but he decides to do it anyway. Meanwhile, Hakuri decided to tear it all down- and it wasn't framed as him shirking his duty or atoning for his father's sins. It was the right thing to do. So far, Iori wanted to be like Samura and protect him. Her decision might change depending on how this fight turns out, but it's not going to be some heavy-handed message about how she's responsible for what he did.

It's always framed as a choice the kids are making based on what they know and believe. They aren't responsible for their parent's actions but choose to act based on the results of them. I love it. I'll admit my life experience makes me extremely skeptical of stories that try to say kids must fix the problems their parents caused- it's a strong bias I always have. So Kagurabachi framing things as kids consciously choosing to do what they can to make the world a better place is very satisfying. People are trying to say "no you don't need to, live your life" and they're saying "I want to help make the world a better place". Well, Hakuri was denied his chance, but it was a good thing in that case. Regardless, inter-generation cooperation is the way to go!

Echoes

The future is now, old man.

There's something to be said for how goddamn stubborn Samura is. It's beyond reason, right? Like holy shit you're blind not deaf, listen to all the people who care about you and want you to live instead of going on some suicidal atonement mission. Your freakin' daughter wants and needs you in her life! The little girl you promised your ex-wife you'd protect!

As a friend mentioned, Samura's mindset strongly echoes someone who's mentally ill. I'm pretty sure everyone's been down in the dumps once in their life- everything sucks, nothing's okay, and it never will be. But we get over it with some time and (ideally) support. Samura, though, is in the fucking depths. Anyone who's thought the world would genuinely be better off without them, that's him. The mind is a shitshow sometimes and it will tell some of us "hey, they love you, so stop being a burden and make their lives easier by offing yourself already". Which is a bunch of nonsense but it's compelling nonsense that feels right. Nothing really gets through that fog without treatment and a hell of a lot of persistence.

So while it's a bit annoying as a reader to see this guy dig in his heels and refuse the hope that everyone around him's trying to shove in his arms, I get it. He's guilty AF about the past and feels like he can't be redeemed- and that his presence is a burden on Iori. So if he dies and takes out the Sword Master with him then yay yippie everyone can be happy.

It's not that simple nor is that actually a good solution (which I talked a bit about last chapter). It's just the one that feels right to Samura so Chihiro will literally have to break Tobimune to stop this guy.

Which he... might have done this chapter? Maybe he just nicked or fractured it? It looks like Chihiro's will got through to Samura at least a little bit. Only breaking Tobimune in full will really stop Samura in full but maybe damaging it will give Iori and the Masumi an opening to be heard.

The Masumi!

I missed you guys too!

Not much to say other than I'm glad they're in this fight and that Ro pointed out the obvious: if Samura healed his own goddamn eyes, then the Masumi's ninja tactics wouldn't be much of a hindrance to him. But he wants to remain blind (symbolism!) and so he can't see what's really important. But Ro's got a more accurate measure of him now that one of his sunglass lenses is broken. Really nice touch in the art this chapter.

One MORE Thing, Jackieee

Is that Chihiro's "aura", as the kids say?

Samura trying to spare the kids is noble, yes. Gone over that a bunch. And Chihiro's rebuttal is basically an emphatic let us get hurt.

Parents often try to prevent their kids from experiencing the same problems in the same ways that they did- abuse, war, etc. They generally want their kids lives to be better than theirs were.

But.

If those parents who had rough lives don't get help and work on their own issues, they will just pass the trauma on in a different way. Like here: Samura tried to spare Iori, but he just reinforced her trauma of loved ones leaving/abandoning her. He needs ALL the fucking therapy and to give a massive apology to her- then commit to working on his issues.

Because as sympathetic as he is, as understandable as his actions and beliefs are at this point, they're still wrong. He's doing wrong by Iori, Inori's memory, Chihiro, Uruha, the Masumi, even Kunishige's memory at this point. What Chihiro's trying to get through to Samura here is, in my mind, the idea that it's better to live with the pain and stay with what you find hope in than give it all up and assume it'll improve other people's lives. Just fucking live, bro! Iori needs you even if you've got a mountain of grief that makes you want to die. She needs you as you are and who you can be, not who you think you are. Share that pain with her so she can understand and help you.

Obviously this isn't advocating for parents to treat their kids like therapists or act like emotional vampires (been there, it screws a kid up). But being open that you're not okay is okay. Letting Iori know you've got a bad past that you need to overcome is okay. Letting her find ways that she wants to help is okay. Share the past and prevent a warped future in truth. Because right now Samura's just sending Iori (and the other young people who care about him) down a different fucked up path than the one he was on instead of truly creating something better.

Okay... hoping for glimpses of Hakuri and Uruha and maybe even Azami next week, but not betting on it. Take care of yourself dear void- you deserve it.

[soleminisanction]

On a whim, I decided to hunt down the first appearance of the Cluemaster, just for historical context and to see where the character actually started pre-Dixon, pre-Crisis, and especially pre-Steph. It actually turned out to be... pretty interesting, in terms of the grand sweep of Bat-continuity. At least I think so.

So Arthur Brown, alias the Cluemaster, made his first appearance in Detective Comics #351, published in May 1966:

That timing is interesting, because it means this issue would've been coming out right around the time the '66 TV series was wrapping up its first season. Which means that this is the period of continuity when, following Detective Comics #328 from two years prior, Alfred had been killed off via giant falling rock (seriously) and replaced with Dick's Aunt Harriet in a slightly desperate attempt to make the living arrangement in Wayne Manor seem less gay.

This is significant because, following the era-specific splash page introducing "The Cluemaster's Topsy-Turvy Crimes!" the story proper actually begins with Harriet:

For some reason, despite being the "den mother," Aunt Harriet was always left out of the loop when it came to the Batman and Robin schitck, so this opening sequence after her two years on the job was a whole deal.

I can see how Arthur got a reputation for being a D-lister villain -slash- kinda pathetic when he's getting upstaged as a threat in his first appearance by, "Quick, we need to gaslight not-Mom." The way he gets actually introduced into the story almost feels like an afterthought -- like, "Oh yeah, this was supposed to be about the villain guy."

"We've been waiting for them all week!"

Oh. Oh, I think they're trying to make him pathetic.

That would explain so much about Arthur's terrible costume. I always thought that thing looked like it was designed to be awful. And I think it was. I think we're supposed to take him as a wannabe the heroes aren't taking seriously. At all.

Side note, I'd forgotten how many creative monikers they gave the boys back in these days. Masked Manhunter I've heard before, but Teen-age Thunderbolt is new to me.

All that said, Arthur can't be totally incompetent or they wouldn't have a story, so he does manage to slip away and leave him with his supposedly signature clue...

But even that kinda feels... off? Because then Arthur gets this whole monologue to set up that his thing is that he thinks he's smarter than everyone else, and his real plan is to try to figure out Batman and Robin's identities...

...only to be foiled by the Aunt Harriet b-plot and have the Duo just kinda give up on his clue altogether.

Like seriously, they foil a completely unrelated robbery and then stumble on Arthur's big Arabian Nights heist on accident. Only to get dropped down a hole which, admittedly, doesn't make Batman and Robin look so great in comparison either.

There's an odd tone to this story because it really doesn't feel like we're suppose to take Arthur all that seriously as a threat? Like, even for the time, he's goofy. He feels like a parody of the Riddler, who was very popular at the time. And yet, based on the logic of the story, his plan of distracting them with terrible clues while he secretly followed them to their secret headquarters would've worked, if not for Aunt Hariet's efforts to also learn their secret identities accidentally screwing him over.

Also... sure, we'll call that a "sea serpent" and not a "very obvious upside-down duck." Whatever you say, comic.

The Arabian Nights one is a little more clever, but is it racist? I genuinely don't know. Maybe. Unrelated to all that, I like how Bruce and Dick are drawn in civilian mode by this artist (Carmine Infantino, designer of Barry's OG Flash costume -- a legend). He captures their ages well without over-exaggerating anything, Dick looks like a pretty, acrobatic teenager, Bruce looks like a handsome athlete in his 30s, they're wearing clothes that suit them and fit well. IDK, they just look nice.

Also, heh. Duck marina. Tim's new home, foreshadowed 60 years in advance.

Anyway what was I talking about? Right. Arthur. Harriet's camera gave him away because his painting was radioactive.

It was the 60s, everything in this franchise was radioactive. Not sure how this plan parses with the fact that the Batmobile of this era was supposed to be nuclear-powered too but whatever. From there foiling his dastardly plot is as simple as following his henchgoon home...Dick jumps on a grenade just to squeeze in some last-minute drama...

And then Bruce and Dick successfully gaslight both him and Aunt Harriet with the power of disguise and a little movie magic.

"Someday, we'll tell Aunt Harriet! But not now. For reasons. It'd be easier, but we're just not going to."

Also, it took me until writing up the page descriptions to realize that the two goons that Bruce and Dick pose as are the same two they take out for stealing televisions, so that would be why that random moment is in there. That did not track for me, probably because it's not so obvious from the framing of the fight scene that Dick is tackling a guy who's basically the same size as him.

--

In conclusion: Arthur should use more bombs. That's clearly more this thing than the clues, which it turns out where never actually a compulsion at all, but shtick to try and show off how smart he is. Like the foundational difference between Riddler and Cluemaster appears to be that Riddler has a legitimate compulsion to leave riddles behind and Cluemaster's just a know-it-all tryhard who's challenging Batman purely to prove that he's the smartest guy in the whole wide world.

It's also funny and a little sad to me that, despite this issue prominently featuring Aunt Harriet, a character who got a lot of attention in the '66 TV series, when they needed a quick Riddler expy to fill in for an episode in the second season that they couldn't use Frank Gorshin for (because he was asking for more money than the studio wanted to pay), they didn't use Cluemaster, they used the Puzzler, a Superman villain from the Golden Age.

This also explains what those pellets on Steph's OG costume were supposed to be, which I'm not sure she ever actually used in canon. Gimmick grenades stolen from her dad's stash could've been a fun shitck for her, they should've leaned into that. Imagine her upgrading to glitter bombs. That would've been amazing.

[tryandbehappy]

Why were we so deceived by Nick and June’s story?

I’m still trying to find a logical explanation for what happened. Why were Nick and June’s scenes filmed so epically — what was the point of it all, if in the end she just hated him and let him die without any powerful tragedy? And yesterday I suddenly remembered the whole improvisation thing — Elizabeth Moss often changed scenes. For example, she changed the ending of 6.03 just “for fun,” suggesting to say “see you later” — which wasn’t in the script at all. She just wanted to make it “original.” And in 4.03, she wanted something “epic,” so she shot it with a spinning camera because it looked cool

But here’s the thing: what if she just got carried away?And maybe it wasn’t just her — maybe the whole team did. They let her direct episodes, and she turned them not into a part of a larger, thought-out story, but into little standalone films. She wanted to try all the “cool stuff”: camera tricks, stylistic experiments and of course, show Max from every possible angle. Because she adored him and was fangirling hard.

“Oh, what a beautiful neck he has. Oh, how amazing he kisses. Fans will scream if I shoot it this way. We’ll make history.”

It’s like from the very start, everyone was obsessed with their chemistry and decided to milk it as much as possible, not within the logic of the narrative or where it was heading, but just because it was cool. Damn, look how he kisses. Damn, look how fans react. Let’s do more of that.

And nobody cared whether it actually fit the story.

No one seemed to think that these moments — they’re communication with the viewer. That there’s such a thing as visual language. Editing logic. Symbolic continuity. You can’t just throw in a random scene because you feel like it. That’s not how storytelling works.

Meanwhile, Max was the only one who seemed to just do the job. He followed direction. He gave it his all. He respected Lizzie, he respected the project. You could feel that he genuinely cared where the story would go. But everyone else? They were off in their own world, high on their own emotions, loving what they were creating — but not giving a damn about the actual arc.

And someone should’ve been in charge of that. That’s the real issue.

Because here’s the real problem: the lack of leadership. In any creative project, there has to be someone who holds the whole arc in their head. Someone who can say “no” when a scene is pretty but breaks the story. Someone who knows how to connect emotional moments into a coherent whole. Someone who makes sure improvisation serves the story — not destroys it.

But here? There was no one like that. Everyone was doing their own thing. Someone vibed with the camera. Someone vibed with the actors. Someone vibed with their own importance.

And in the end, we got a mess. A hot pile of garbage — with some moments of absolute brilliance.

That’s why nothing adds up.

And the most ironic part? Now Lizzie’s mad at us. They worked so hard! And we “just didn’t get it.” We “just liked Max too much” (yeah, like she did once, let’s be honest).

But what she still doesn’t understand is that a series is not a collection of pretty scenes. A great show is cohesive. It has meaning. Direction. Intent.

Beautiful scenes are supposed to build toward something — not replace it. The story is supposed to go somewhere.

But instead, they filmed their little “highs,” their fun, their fantasies… And then acted surprised when we didn’t clap.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

hihihi, i LOVE your stuff, long time lurker <3 im not sure if you are still in need of Aemond requests but if you are 👉👈,,,,, heres an idea,,, (or maybe multiple ideas i feel like this could be broken up into a few cute stories sbsvsbbsbsbs)

alpha aemond × omega reader who have been close to each other since they were young, similar interests and generally being the only two who ever thought about the other (niece reader maybe?) and despite everything they never stopped missing each other. they find a way to get letters to each other, and they decide to meet secretly after reader finally claims a dragon and realize they are mates <3

and!!! secret marriage plot! because you KNOW as soon as Aemond realizes he's found his omega he throws nearly all prosperity out the window because i will never get over the idea of secret Valyrian wedding w/Aemond. (Small?? Intimate?? Only super important people? Yes. Dream wedding, babe. My favorite idea is that dragons are considered legitimate witnesses in Valyrian Weddings :])

and the only reason anyone ever finds out what they did, because Aemond and reader be way too good at sneaking around to see each other,, the ‘easily ignored good children who never do anything bad why would they need watched?’ thing y'know? baby. reader gets pregnant and they decide no more separation because well they are havin’ a baby why wouldn't they be together?? well, no one can reverse the marriage now, they are stuck dealing with smug Aemond and a very pampered reader who is way too happy to be a mom for anyone to rain on her parade. (without facing Aemond's wrath which maybe someone tries it because drama lol) except they have twin boys and Aemond gets 10x more smug and annoying (or maybe triplet boys using Omegaverse logic, i'm not sure how safe triplets would be without it lol) smug daddy aemond because i love that he deserves to be a happy dad idc what anyone says

this is long i got carried away sorry! i needed to ramble i guess im gonna go reread all your aemond stuff for the 100th time ok ty!! <3

–🪻

Dragon Witnesses-Alpha!Aemond

I love that your request was so long, give me specifics, I thrive on your creative details! I will never promise that I’ll write it perfectly but when I’m given fun, sweet details that you guys come up with it gives me more ideas to put into the story. I love this request, I’m always excited to see an Aemond request since all of mine are usually Klaus (which is Great! I love writing Klaus fics-they’re my favorite!) so getting requests for Aemond always has my mind going a million miles a minute with ideas! I hope that this is everything that you wanted it to be!

Warnings: Smut! Bullying

They had always been close, ever since they were babies.

Alicent had given birth to Aemond only a few months before Rhaenyra had Y/n and the wet nurse that took care of them kept them close to her which ended with them sleeping in a crib together quite often. As they got older they sought each other out, Y/n would always wake up early and crawl from her bed and end up crawling into her Kepus’ bed where she went back to sleep for an hour or two snuggled to Aemond’s chest-his arms wrapped firmly around her where he believed they belonged. Everyone knew of course, they would walk into breakfast every morning hand in hand and whisper their conversation in Valyrian so that Aegon, Jace and Luke could never understand them as they were all garbage at learning their mother tongue.

As they grew people became worried about their relationship, “People” of course being Alicent and Rhaenyra. They could see how close their children were and they wanted to stop it but keeping them apart never lasted-though honestly neither of the women actually thought for a moment that their children would be mates-would be anything other than the Betas that Targaryens had been for centuries. Neither Aemond nor Y/n minded getting in trouble for breaking any rules if it meant that they could be together. In the end their mothers gave up on keeping them apart after Aemond was found in Y/n’s bed one morning, having spent the night holding her after an entire day not seeing his best friend even once.

It wasn’t until Rhaenyra had Joffrey that they were really pulled apart. Her mother decided to move back to Dragonstone, keeping it from her daughter until she was on the ship. As the ship set off Rhaenyra finally told Y/n what was happening, a guard having to hold her from jumping overboard and swimming back to shore. She watched the dock as they sailed away, seeing her best friend running down the dock and screaming her name as he got to the end, Y/n shouting back and trying to ignore her giggling brothers as she watched her Kepus become smaller and smaller in the distance.

They didn’t see each other again until Laena’s funeral, Y/n jumping into Aemond’s arms and hugging him as tightly as she could, Aemond’s arms clutching to her and refusing to let go. He stayed holding onto her for the entire day, only letting go as she was escorted to bed that night-though she was awoken again abruptly when a guard barged into her room to check on her.

She was escorted through the castle and into the main hall where she violently shoved her way around everyone until she got to her Kepus.

“Aemond!” She gasped, moving to his side and taking his hand into hers, ignoring everyone as they argued angrily with each other. “Are you alright?! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there! I-“

“No, I’m glad you weren’t. I wouldn’t forgive myself if you were hurt, and knowing your brothers, after tonight I don’t think they would have cared if they hurt you…I claimed Vhagar! I have a dragon!” He told her as excitedly as he could. They had talked their entire lives about how they were going to grow up and claim dragons of their own, how they would be better than their brothers dragons and no one would ever be able to tease them again.

“That’s amazing! I knew you could do it! You are a dragon rider now…just don’t leave me behind, okay?” Aemond shook his head promptly.

“You’re coming with me! I’m taking you riding first thing in the morning-“

“No. You need to rest Aemond, you need to heal…does it hurt terribly?” She asked, moving to sit on his lap as he pulled her closer and she laid her head in his neck, kissing his throat and hugging him tightly.

“No. I’m alright, don’t you worry Issa jorrāelagon.” (My Love)

“Don’t be so brave Kepus, you are so strong! I would be crying like a toddler if I was you-” (Uncle)

“I would never let this happen to you! You are my beautiful little Princess, no one will ever harm you-and if they try I will feed them to my dragon!”

Y/n stayed there holding onto Aemond for another few minutes until everyone went back to bed and she refused to go anywhere other than Aemond’s bed with him. Alicent relented quickly, unwilling to deny her injured boy what he needed, talking Viserys into allowing it since Rhaenyra would not. She stayed by his side all night, giving him water whenever he woke up and fetching his mother and the maester in the morning. Unlike last time she couldn’t be tricked into boarding the ship to leave and so later that day she was grabbed by a guard that shoved Aemond away as he tried to punch him. She was carried to the ship and locked in her cabin until they set off.

She hated her family after that.

They took the most important person in her world away again-after butchering his face-and none of them cared. They had thankfully found a way to communicate, a Raven that Y/n had nursed back to health after it had broken its wing served as their communication as it delivered letters to each of them without delivering them to anyone else.

They told each other everything, Aemond even telling her what Aegon had done to him on his 13th name day. Y/n had vowed to beat him bloody the next time she saw him which Aemond found sweet-and comedic as he pictured his sweet Princess on top of his older brother, beating his face in while he cried-the image always brought Aemond a smile. Y/n told him the moment that she claimed a dragon of her own, Grey Ghost becoming the girls only friend on Dragonstone and she had an instantly deep connection with the off-white dragon, they both hated people and preferred their solitude.

Aemond and Y/n wrote each other after that, always promising to see each other soon, Aemond trying to find a place somewhere between them that they could meet without anyone else sticking their noses in their business. It wasn’t until their 16th name days that they knew they needed to make that dream of seeing each other come true. Aemond wrote her the night of his 16th name day and told her that he had presented as an Alpha. To say that she was shocked was an understatement but she was also heartbroken. Aemond was an Alpha which means he would need to find his own Omega, his mate, it meant that another girl was going to come along and steal him from her and no matter how much Aemond insisted that he would never want anyone but her, her fears remained…until her 16th name day.

To say that it was hectic would be a massive understatement…a Targaryen Omega hadn’t existed in the world since Aegon the Conqueror’s sister Rhaenys. Rhaenyra was quickly speaking to all of her advisors and trying to find a suitable Alpha for her daughter-though she should have known that her daughter had plans of her own. She wrote Aemond immediately and he sent back a response that night with a location on the piece of paper and nothing else.

Aemond had always been possessive of Y/n, ever since they were 2 years old and he would shove Jace away from her and insist that she belonged to him. No one ever expected anything to come of it, though now it seemed that it all made sense and it always had…

By the time she got there Aemond was already waiting beside Vhagar. She landed Ghost a few hundred yards away, not wanting her dragon to be scared, though he would have to get used to the large she-dragon since they would be seeing a lot of each other. As she slid down Ghosts wing Aemond was already on his way to her, Y/n looking up after petting her dragons nose and locking eyes with her Uncle, her heart fluttering and nearly jumping from her chest as her knees grew weak. She could hear his loud growl from the distance, whimpering pathetically as she began moving her legs and running towards him-jumping into his arms as soon as he was close enough and hugging him as tightly as she could.

‘Look at me!’ He demanded, pulling her back and looking down at her face for a moment and mumbling something about how gorgeous she was before he pulled her body back against his own and pressed his lips to hers possessively.

‘Alpha…’ she purred, her hands clutching tightly to his jacket and allowing him to dominate the kiss as he clearly wanted.

‘You are so perfect Omega! My perfect little mate, did just what your Alpha told you like a good girl.’ He praised-knowing how desperate Omegas were for love and praise and instantly seeing how right he was as she purred louder and wound her arms around his neck. His reward was her allowing his hands to explore her body every which way he wanted. His hands settled on her breasts and he couldn’t help but imagine them large and full along with her belly as he trailed his hands down along her stomach, imagining her full of his babies. ‘Fuck! Need you Omega, your Alpha is going to fuck you so good-mark my pretty little Omega for everyone to see! No one will ever dare take you from me again!’ Just as Aemond’s hands moved to unlace her corset she gasped, pulling away and whining as he growled quite loudly at being denied his Omega the way he wanted.

‘Aemond! No! We can’t-we are mated now, we need to wait until we are married! We can have a wedding that-‘

‘Your mother will never allow that Y/n and you know it.’ He told her, much more calmly this time, hating to see how excited she was since it would never be the way she wanted.

‘N-No…you’re my Alpha! She can’t-‘

‘She can and she will, Omega! She’s probably already searching for an appropriate Alpha for you to marry, she’s not going to let us be together. She will try and wed you off to another house as far from me as possible!’ Aemond’s grip on her waist tightened as he heard her sniffle, seeing the tears running down her cheeks and quickly moving to wipe them away.

Behind Y/n her dragon stepped closer, clearly not enjoying his riders sadness and nudging her back which just shoved her into Aemond’s arms even more before he did it again and Y/n fell onto Aemond chest as he landed on the sand-the dragon roaring out a high pitched noise which had the both of them laughing a moment later. Ghost settled down beside them and Vhagar did the same a few yards away as Aemond just held her on his chest. ‘I want to be married, Aemond. I don’t want to just be some stupid Omega on the side while you end up married to another Omega in Court! I don’t want to be your whore that-‘

‘Not in a million lifetimes Issa jorrāelagon, I would never do that to you-‘

‘And what choice will we have?! You’re right, I will be forced to marry another Alpha and you will be given another Omega and we will just end up sneaking around forever!’ Aemond could see the fear in her eyes as they became glassy, tears falling once again and she began to panic. ‘My babies will be bastards! They won’t know their father, I’m going to end up alone and-‘

‘Enough!’ He shouted, Y/n flinching but finally taking a breath. ‘That’s enough Y/n, your Alpha would never let that happen to you! If you want to be married then we will marry…you’re going to go home and get your pretty little ass in bed and sleep, because tomorrow night you will be right back here with me where we will get married. We will do it in the ways of our ancestors, the way your mother and Daemon did it. All we need is someone to marry us and our dragons can witness just fine-we don’t need anyone else. Then your Alpha will fill this belly with my babies, our children will be legitimate and perfect-and if you ever again insinuate that I would allow my children to be bastards like your brothers I will take you over my knee, Omega.’ He warned, though the smile on his face let her know that he was teasing her but also very much not.

‘Yes Alpha…I’m sorry. Thank you. I will be a good mate, I promise! I will be the perfect Omega-‘

‘You already are, Issa jorrāelagon.’ Aemond swore, helping her up before connecting their lips once again. ‘You are going to go home now and get into bed, you will be right here at the same time tomorrow night and I will have someone here to marry us.’ Aemond swore-and that’s just what he did.

The next night when Y/n arrived she was greeted by not only Vhagar but also Dreamfyre and Sunfyre.

‘Helaena I understand, but Aegon is here too?’ His Omega questioned, Aegon smirking before he swung back the bottle of wine, taking a large gulp from it.

‘You think I’m going to miss my brothers wedding? When our family finds out and begins losing their minds, I want to be able to say I witnessed the whole thing.’ Aegon explained, taking his place as Helaena took Y/n’s hand and pulled her to stand in front of Aemond.

The ceremony was quick as Aemond and Y/n promised themselves to each other for eternity. Helaena married them and Aegon witnessed as well as all 4 of their dragons-dragons having been legitimate witnesses to Targaryen weddings for centuries now-and now that they were married there was nothing that their families could do to tear them apart.

‘I have something to show you. Come.’ Aemond told her, taking his Omega’s hand and pulling her along down the beach. In the tree line, just off the beach there was a large pile of pillows and furs waiting for them.

‘You brought us a nest? Aemond…’ Y/n whimpered, tears falling from her eyes as she was overwhelmed by heavy emotions. ‘It’s beautiful! Thank you!’ She turned around, pulling her Alpha down to her height and pressing her lips back to his roughly. Aemond pushed her back, dropping the both of them down onto the plush nest where he began pulling her dress off of her, stripping her and looking down at his girl bare for him for the first time in his life.

‘You are so beautiful, Omega! So fucking perfect!’ He breathed, needy for his mate in a way Aemond had never felt before as he shed his own clothes, his cock leaking against his toned stomach. ‘Alpha is going to rut you so good Omega, gonna fill you with my pups! You’ll be in my bed in the Keep before you know it, our pups suckling at your breasts while I rut you full of another litter all over again! Gonna give your Alpha all the pups he wants like a good little Omega, aren’t you?’

She nodded into his neck frantically as he pressed his cock into her dripping hole. ‘Yes Alpha! Yes! Give you all the pups you want! Please?! Want to be full of your pups Alpha-Please?!’ She begged, squealing as Aemond thrust up into her for the first time, her hole squeezing him so tight.

‘Oh Fuck! So perfect Omega! Fuck! My good Omega, letting her Alpha fuck her so full! Perfect Omega! My good baby! Gonna fill this hole so full, over and over again until you’re leaking me all night! Fuck! Gonna fill you so good, cum for me Omega! Cum so that Alpha can fill you up!’ As his Omega came, squeezing his cock he pulled her as close as he could get her, burying his cock into her hole and filling her with everything he possibly could.

Aemond held his mate on his chest, fingers running through her hair, allowing her to have a nap before having to wake her and send her back home. He hated the idea of his Omega being away from him, though he knew it would only be for a short while-it never took an Omega long to get pregnant.

And it truly didn’t take long at all. 2 weeks later and she already knew that she was pregnant.

Y/n mounted Ghost the morning she first got sick, knowing that she was supposed to find her Alpha as soon as she shows signs of being pregnant. Flying to Kings Landing didn’t take long, Ghost landing just outside the front gates and waiting there with her until her Alpha arrived.

‘Princess. To what do we owe this surprising pleasure?’ The Queen wondered, having arrived to greet her with her father before her Alpha did.

‘Your Grace. It is lovely to see you, it’s been too long. I am here to see Aemond.’ Y/n explained, Alicent looking surprised by that.

‘I am sure your mother would not want you here, I am in the process of finding my son an Omega to marry as I’m sure your mother searches for an Alpha for you. I think you should-‘

‘That’s enough mother!’ Her Alphas voice shouted from behind them, moving quickly to see his Omega, knowing what her presence means. ‘Please do not be speaking of other Omegas for me, you will upset my wife. She is already in a delicate state, I will not have you hurting her.’ Aemond insisted, making it to her side and pulling Y/n close to his chest, kissing her contently. ‘How are you feeling, Omega?’

‘I woke up this morning quite sick but it has passed and I am actually quite hungry now.’ She answered honestly and Aemond grinned excitedly.

‘Mother, Y/n and I are married. Helaena wed us 2 weeks ago, both Aegon and all of our dragons were there to witness. Now my mate is already showing signs of being pregnant, such a good Omega, carrying my pups already.’ Aemond grinned, excitedly. ‘She will be living here now, I have already moved my chambers to a larger space and my Omega will join me there. Please have a maid bring her up something for lunch? I need to make sure my Omega and our babies are fed.’ Aemond held her hand in his, leading her passed his mother and grandfather just as Ghost took off.

‘Aemond! I am in discussions with 2 families offering their Omega daughters to you! You cannot just-‘

‘I am already married mother, it is a legitimate marriage and cannot be undone-nor do I want it to be. You were perfectly aware of what I wanted and you chose to ignore it in favor of your own agenda, as did Rhaenyra. My wife and I cannot be bothered with your plans falling through. Now, I need to take care of my wife, I will give you time to adjust to this new reality as my wife is carrying my pups, you are going to have more grandkids. You may decide if you would like to be a part of their lives or not.’ With that, Aemond took his Omegas hand and led her into the Keep, straight up the stairs and to their bedchambers.

The couple was content to stay in their chambers in wedded bliss for nearly a week, eventually both of their mothers relenting as they didn’t want to miss out on their grandchildren knowing that Aemond would keep them away if they didn’t choose to accept them.

A little less than 9 months later his Omega gave birth to his pups, 2 boys and a girl-all being put in their cribs with one of Syrax’s eggs beside them waiting to hatch. The Alpha and Omega would have 4 more kids in the next few years-5 boys and 2 girls-no one questioning their relationship again.

Upon Viserys’ death and Rhaenyra’s rise to the throne, Dragonstone was passed down to Y/n who was happy to move her children away from Kings Landing-Aemond and his Omega content to live out the rest of their lives together with their children.

Aemond T. Masterlist

[bluemoonpunch]

Hey dear,

First I wanted to thank you for all the readings you prepared for us, and for your dedication to our community 💜

I wanted to ask you - if you don't mind sharing - a little bit of your own spiritual journey?

What was the process for you to get so incredibly good at your craft? 🤭

How did you get interested in reading cards?

What was your spiritual awakening?

How do you usually practice? Do you have rituals (meditations or other things)

What is your advice for people who want to start reading cards? (I know some people are interested)

Can you tell us your opinion again about the concept of free will on making readings about celebrities, and your point of view on it? (Many people are turned off to interact with those readings because they feel it's invasive.) What's your own personal stance on it? Can you explain like we are 4?

I know this is a lot of questions. Answer only to what you're comfortable with of course!

Thanks again for everything 💜🥰

Fun stuff!

What was the process for you to get so incredibly good at your craft? - Very annoying answer, but I have no idea. In terms of the more technical side of reading, which is mainly just learning the cards and other various tools, it was just basic study and familiarization. My way of reading, how I actually go about doing readings, I really don't know. It's not something that I learned really, it was something I was always doing since I was a tiny kid (I was one of them "I see dead people" kids).

I mostly just stick to trusting myself, not really looking too far out into things, both in terms of spiritual matters as well as things online, other readers who cover similar topics, just keep things contained and manageable so that I don't look my own lens. I have a lil mantra for myself that I've had since I was little, "those who need to find it will find it, and those who need to understand will understand. Fuck the rest." It was originally applied to art and writing, but it applies greatly to my work here too especially in terms of my bigger intentions in regard to helping people with self-navigation, exploration, and personal development.

How did you get interested in reading cards? - I just randomly decided to buy myself a tarot deck back in 2016. Before that, I used to use standard playing cards or uno cards, as well as books, dice, a magic 8-ball, and chains or bracelets as pendulums. The thing is though, I didn't know what I was doing with any of those other things, like I didn't intend to do readings for people, but that... basically what I was doing in elementary and middle school. Most of the intended readings I did for myself back then were channeled, and handled through very deep meditations without any other tools.

I was living alone in 2016 and was just not having a very good time, so I got the cards so that I could have something to do, to learn, to be interested in.

What was your spiritual awakening? - I think, technically, I've had a few. So, again, "i see dead people" type child I was, however, I was completely unaware of the fact that everyone else couldn't see what I was seeing up until I was about 9 or 10 when I saw the spirit of my grandma's dog that had just passed away. Obviously, I was aware she was dead so, started putting some pieces together there. But even with that, it still wasn't an all-go situation because where I'm from people are all kinds of open-minded when it comes to the paranormal and aliens and all kinds of stuff like that (very closed-minded to everything else of course, small town), and my mom was a practicing wiccan as were most of her friends, my grandpa was way into psychics and there's a bit of an interesting history to part of my family regarding some stuff, so me bringing any of this up didn't really cause a fuss and therefore it just sunk into the background again. It just wasn't a big deal, so I really didn't think about it too much.

Then, through middle school, I was exploring things more on my own, experimenting with quite a lot of stuff while living in an extremely haunted space (in activity not the quantity of spook) with my mother and her then-husband. All kinds of spooks were happening, we were being put THROUGH IT in that house, but I was also going a bit insane due to some mental health stuff at that time that had me coping in very bad ways. Ended up having to go to the hospital and it kind of shocked my system a bit so I did the whole "none of that's real, I was just completely insane" for about 8 or 9 years after that.

Had my 7 years of self-imposed isolation between 13/14 - 20/21. Didn't leave my room for 3 years, then didn't leave the house for an additional 4 until my mom died and then I had to move. Spent one more year alone in hell (literally, the Universe set the fucking plagues to the house I was living in to get me to leave. Worst year.). In that last year on my own, I kind of went SO INSANE that I looped back around to being sane (with just a wee bit of quirk for fun) and was like why the hell have I been raw dogging all of this shit for all of these years, I got contacts, I know how to DO SHIT. And then I just kind of fucked around and found out with this really intense 3 day ritual thing that just so happed to line up with that Leo Eclipse that year (it was on my rising) and I SCREAMED to the universe, as I did most night, but on this one particular night I VOWED that if I could just get one more opportunity, one more chance to get out of that house, then I would just trust everything that I see, feel, hear, and I will not question any of it or deny it ever again. Swore on, did all the shit, two or three days later my gram shows up telling me that I have to move because that house is required by another. Then I moved in with my grandparets, and then two months later I started my first job.

Reminder, 7 years of isolation up to this point, so that first job, working retail, in a mall, in a massive department store... I wasn't doing so good at first. But I really, really enjoyed working there adn there was a lot of bullshit (harrassment, robbery, liquidation sales, someone shot their whole ass up the bathroom wall once, 40 year old bullies) but I literally learned how to be a person again there. AND TO THIS DAY I have never known a feeling more pure and genuinely fulfilling than the day, about 5 months, I was actually working on the cash register, something I thought I would literally never be able to do because of all of my issues.

One day, randomly, one of my gram's co-workers (she worked at the makeup place) asked me to do a reading for her and I was like O.O pardon?? You see, literally no (or so I thought) knew that I did readings or that I even had cards to begin with, and even now I don't know how my gram knew and according to my gram she doesn't know how she knows, she just randomly brought it up and then boom here we go, Spiritual Awakening: Chapter 4.

I end doing a pretty long reading, a reading that would eventually give birth to the first 5 readings I ever had online. Got the reading to her, then two other people in the store wanted them. Then this one day they were all stood together talking about their readings because something that had been mentioned in one of them had already come to fruition, so they were all really excited (and scared omg). Then my gram's friend was just like "you should do readings for other people, like make a website." And then clear as day, everything, vision and sound, just dropped out and heard this DING DING DING type bell go off, followed by "that's it! go!"

I knew this was my sign to quit working, but I was so scared of quitting and rolling backward with everything, ending back up in that house, and so I didn't. Which meant that I just broke a vow with the universe by questioning and denying a very clear checkpoint road marker thing telling me to turn left or die. Exactly like the plague that was unleashed onto my house, a hoard of demons was unleashed onto the mall, and they possessed all my co-workers, had everyone BOTHERING ME in the middle of me managing the HOME DEPARTMENT during a LIQUIDATION SALE on a FRIDAY. It actually is a long story, all the stuff the went wrong the week leading up to my last day, and then that last day itself... that requires a six-part docu-series.

So, long story short, I quit about 2 months or so before the store was to be completely shut down, and I took my last 640$ and bought a bunch of decks, and then started designing readings. I was just kind of going with the flow, like I had been handed a map there, it was clear to me what the next challenge or task was, and it was just this.

I feel like I hit awakenings all the time, little upgrades, most not too noticeable but some completely throwing me on my ass. I don't know if this would make a lot of sense, but I feel like, if I had to put it down to just one experience, there was this time where I had this "outbreak meditation" where things just went way off the rails but it was only in the span of about 5 minutes. I ended up writing down this back-and-forth conversation that was just so bizarre but, in my current standing, so prophetic and affirming. I think when that happened there was one final corner laid flat that let me see things fully with my own eyes again, without so much forceful doubt, shame, or fear.

I could also, giving an opening to my current state, say that when I first wrote "BlueMoonPunch was created in 2018 with the intention to help people broaden their perception of themselves and the world around them by presenting a deeper understanding fo the people they look up to and admire." and put it at the bottom of my original tumblr page, something happened. Some stone was placed, a brick was laid, like there's something more behind that statement that I can feel very strongly, but I can't see it, can't even begin to conceptualize it. There's a tiny part of my that thinks in like 5 years I'm going to look at my little tagline statement the same way I look at that written back-and-forth conversation. Like, I'll just be side-eyeing it for the rest of my life like I don't know how you got here or why but clearly you knew what was up, so sure, you can live in my desk drawer for all of eternity.

How do you usually practice? Do you have rituals (meditations or other things) - I used to be a lot more disciplined with it, but I do occasionally get on a daily meditation kick. At my absolutely best, I'm doing 30 minutes AT LEAST every morning and night, and am doing weekly cleanses, and grounding and centering through out the day. That's more maintenance stuff though. In terms of spiritual matters, I have my alter, I have my own readings, my own way of communing with my Guides, working with cosmic energies. I can only think to describe it as saying I make a great and deliberate attempt to be as within and harmonic with my own nature and the nature around me, and in that effort is my continuous, un-ended, eternal, daily practice or mindfulness and willful inclusion of the reality around me. (PS, so sorry, but I might have taken an edible before I started writing this, and it may have just kicked in, just a fair warning I might get WAAAAAYYYYYYY more rambly.)

What is your advice for people who want to start reading cards? - Oh, goodness, I always say the same thing and I know it can get a bit twisted for some people sometimes, but I like to keep in mind that everyone can read cards for themselves, but not everyone could or should be reading for other people. So, no matter what a person's goal is, it is always best to start reading for yourself exclusively.

Starting with the basic Rider-Waite Tarot deck and the Biddy Tarot website will give you a good foundation. If you're just looking to tap into it for fun and just want to learn about it, just shuffle the deck, pick a handful of cards and just start reading about them. Biddy Tarot has really great and detailed descriptions of the cards (based on Rider-Waite deck) upright, reversed, and the images themselves.

If you're looking to build a deeper connection or are planning to branch out in any way, I would suggest moving just a bit slower, creating a routine, perhaps a lil ritual of sorts to help you open things up and designate a "reading mode" for you body and brain to get used to it. Same with the mind in terms of clearing space and time for yourself that can really be put all on you by retraining your focus. A journal would be very beneficial with this as well.

Every day, either before or after journaling (which is best done after at least 5 minutes of a good guided meditation uwu), shuffle the deck (or shuffle before and just pull a card from the top every day) and select a card. First, really look at that card just as it is on its own, without thinking too much about what it's "supposed to mean," or what you already know about it, or what someone else has said about it. in that moment, you and that card are two people meeting for the first time, but you already know you're gonna become best friends (yes, even Death, The Devil, and The Tower). Look this person over, get to know them. What vibes do you pick up from the environment, the sky? the weather? What's this person's temperment, humor, voice? What's on the ground, at the feet? Growing? Sinking? Is that dirt? Rock? Water? Does this person feel reliable? Could you lean on them? Do they need to lean on you? Would they come to you for advice? Would you go to them? What would you ask? What do you think they'd say? Are there any animals in the image? Plants? A lot of people? No people? Standing? Sitting? Where are we? Why did they invite you here? Why did you invite them here? Does it even matter? Or is it all about your connection? Are certain elements of the card falling away while other pop out? Are some of this person's features shining and grabbing all the attention while others get lost behind their hair or clothing? Why do you think that's happening? Are they trying to hide something? Are you just very focused on those few features? Why would you be? What connects those elements? How do those features work together? What expression is this person making? What is your intuition trying to tell you right now as you hold onto this card and stare into it as if it has only ever been nothing more than a mirror.

Then write about it in your journal. If you did your regular writing before pulling a card - did anything interesting come up that could connect back to what you were already writing or thinking about? If you haven't written anything yet, start with an introduction to the card, your thoughts and feelings on the card, how you saw this "person" form. Write your own notes on what stood out, why you think it did, what it meant if anything in the moment.

Lastly, read the entire entry for that card on Biddy Tarot. Learn about the more technical meanings, elements, and stories of the cards. Do not take any of it in to a point where you are deleting your own thouhgts and feelings of the card in order to make room for the "right answer" that someone else is now giving you. When you "meet" your cards for the first time, you are establishing your personal intuitive foundation, the baseline of your personal language through which your Higher Self, Guides, and the Universe will attempt to converse with you at some point if they're not already. You've just built a foundation interpretation, a personal, unique understanding, and as you read the more technical explanation you are not learning something that is right or wrong, you are simply learning more about your friend. You know what your friends Temperance and Miss. Two-Swords told you about themselves, and now you're just hearing some of their history from our Biddy.

You are building on your own foundations in this way. Do not sacrifice your own personal understanding or experience in order to accommodate someone else. We are a marvelous type of creature, the kind with EYES, and like most EYES, most of us have peripheral vision, yes? To sacrifice your own personal interpretation, understanding, and perspective, would be to rip your own eyes away from that bird flying around in the sky to look at a squirrel that is running around in a tree because someone told you to. With a bit of practice and effort, utilizing your peripheral vision to simply catch a glimpse of one while looking at the other can greatly help you to move away from the more polarizing, based-in-opposition idea of there being a clean cut right and wrong to everything, as if everyone exists on the same exact level, dimension, governmed by the same laws and principles. This is, basicallly, the art of consideration. AND INTERESTINGLY ENOUGH!! The art of consideration, and the effort to bridge a gap between two perspectives rather than percieving one as always being over the other, is nearly identitcal to the art of channeling, reading, or spirit commuication. Boom, two pearls one snowglobe.

TLDR: A big part of being able to read anything is being able to maintain your own perspective while occupying another, and still being able to tell which is which. The issue of not being able to discern which is which is where I tend to find a problem with "anyone can read tarot and start doing readings for people!! :D!!" Like, yes, gold star for inclusivity, but also, shame shame, you get a moldy star too because now that wayward pilgrim is spiritually traumatized and the tarot hobbyist was just arrested with 250 of her closest cult members after getting caught pouring ayahuasca into the town's water supply.

Can you tell us your opinion again about the concept of free will on making readings about celebrities, and your point of view on it? (Many people are turned off to interact with those readings because they feel it's invasive.) What's your own personal stance on it? Can you explain like we are 4? - OMGGGG my favorite thing to talk about. It's a major grey area thing 100%. Like, I certainly couldn't (shouldn't, but I do lol) judge someone else in general for reading for celebrities, because, aside from the hypocrisy, I'd have to judge anyone who's ever written anything about a celebrity too. Reading and writing are very similar. If you can write about them, I can read them, and I can write what I read, and then you can read what I've written and write about what you've read of my reading, and neither of us has committed a crime or caused any more or less damage than what was there and would have been there had neither of us never opened our ears to listen nor our mouths to speak the very same.

Again, grey area. I claim absolutely no moral high ground over anyone who does the exact same thing I do but, perhaps, in a slightly different way. However, people who get on the internet, wave cards around, charge people to hear answers to extremely personal questions that anyone with common sense could tell you the subject of that reading wouldn't want people discussing, constantly play into drama or actively try to insight division or separation in a space that is not their own, communities and fandoms that are not their own. Extra points if they're actually completely full of shit and aren't actually reading at all. Yeah, I'm morally superior to those types of people, for sure.

My personal rules and such have been the same forever and they're not really based on any kind of moral code or what I personally think is right and is what everyone should be doing, it's mainly just what was in my head to begin with, it's just what made sense.

I do not know these people, I do not have permission to do these readings. These people are public figures, they're celebrities. I am not a person screaming into a microphone at a packed stadium, I am a speck of dust floating in space screaming into the void with millions of others who are much louder than me. To speak about them and to share ideas and thoughts about them is fine. In the way of the world as it is now, this is fine. However, when I do readings for them, I am not doing a reading for a "public figure" or a "celebrity," I am doing a reading for my guest. A guest's who's energy I have invited to connect with, with the proper precautions taken, protection, Guides on standby. My intentions are always made clear of what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. I make it clear that I am aware that I am not in charge here, their infomration is not mine, their energy is not mine. If I'm too close, tell me to get back. If I'm seeing something that I shouldn't because you didn't know how or that you had to hide it, that's fine, tell me to stop looking. All is well. I'm not stomping throuhg people's soulscapes ripping flowers out of thier garden and then bringing them out here to throw onto the internet all wilted and dead looking from how detached from the soul it actually is.

I learned in 2013 about Guides, but especially Spirit Guides, stepping in and blocking or warping information in order to protect their person. Certain information can be triggering to the soul or the conscious level mind, but it is still important for me to know as the reader in order to understand other things that I am allowed to share. There is an issue with sharing information, both written and spoken, where this can carry transmissions, sometimes intended sometimes not, which then can, even if they themsleves never actually hear it or know about it at all, travel to them and just kinda... POP! into awareness. It can be troubling on multiple levels, so never ever ever have I ever argued with a Guide about blocked information. I have, once or twice, argued with a Spirit Guide but that was only because it was her past husband and he was trying to help her by making her seem better off than she was at the time and he didn't realize he was kinda making things worse. And that other time where there was a Spirit Guide dressed up like an angel because (first-timer) he thought that's what he was supposed to look like.

UMMMMMMM... but yeah, I don't know if I actually have anything of interest with this one. I'm very in the grey area. I have no issues at all with people who have a problem with it, I only have a problem with people think they need to like kill me and shit over some blog posts that most people probably don't look at too differently from fanfiction or something. I respect the people that I read for - I do nothing different between the celebrity readings and paid personal readings when it comes to how they are perfromed, how I engage, what I look at. The only difference comes with how they are written. Obviously, no filter applied to paid readings becasue that's straight between me and the person who got the reading. Filter obviously yes applied to public readings because that is not my info to give out. Just in general, it's not.

Similar to how if I posted a photo of a celebrity out and about in the world that I was able to capture. That's not my information to give BUT grey area shit. I can share it becasue there is such a social norm to this when it comes to celebrities that this is just a thing we know we can do. Every individual can have a different degree that they fall into. Some will say any and all photos are stalker photos and should be criminalized, others will say as long as they're in a majorly populated place it's fine. If you post it the next day, that's fine, next week, even better. Post it, but blur the location. Post it, but make it black and white so it's harder to identify details. I PERSONALLY would be okay posting a photo, but I would probably block out anything that gives away specific location, and I absolutley would wait a couple of days. This is exactly how I am with how I post readings.

In the same way, if I ran into a celebrity, got a picture, and they specfiically said, please do not post that for like three months, then that picture is not going up for three months?? If they say don't post at all?? THEN IT'S NOT GOING UP AT ALL??? LIKE??????? THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE IN THE PICTURE????? NOT ONE PERSON AND A DECORATION THAT YOU GET TO SHOW OFF I don't know why I'm yelling, I have pizza here now :D

So, yeah, again, grey area, listen to the spiritual chaperones, respect poeple like they're people and always treat them like they're people becasue people like that. I personally say no to posting family, relationship, sexuality, and mental health-related information unless it's been made clear that that person has in fact spoken about it publically before. And even if they haven't but their soul's in there like SPEAK IT SPEAK MY TRUTH, I absolutely will not. Respect and preservation hits the conscious level first. Like lolololol that's kind of how Jungkook is, and I think there was someone else from a long time ago, or maybe a couple of years ago that had that same kind of pushy I NEED YOU TO SAY IT BECAUSE CONSCIOUS ME WONT like lollol NO!!!! We gotta look out for flesh and bone counterparts. Can't be making thier experience strenuous and brittle just because we're getting a bit impatient now, can we?

I'm going to stop talking now, thank you thank you !! :3

[quetzalpapalotl]

You know how I always complain about people acting like the way to read exRID-OP is to figure out who is right according to the narrative?? Because that is not what the story is trying to do and is just the wrong way to analyse it? I decided to engange with this for fun and ask myself, even if it isn't the point, who is the narrative most consistently siding with? Who is the precious cinnamon roll who can do no wrong and everyone should listen? (strictly during the evens of exRID-OP, what people do in other comics doesn't factor outside context)

I haven't reread the comic this year and I'm doing this from the top of my head, so don't take this as a meaninggul truth but I came with two answers.

The first one is Jazz, because once Barber fully utilized him (he was sort of being kept in reserve for a mini series that ended up never happening) he get the one arc where the narrative is most unambiguosly on someone's side. When he was being used as a scapegoat for human's hatred of Cybertronians because he just happened to kill a cop on tv and he was tricked and not given a chance even when he was the Transformer trying his hardest to get in touch with regular humans and Optimus let this happen for the sake of his own PR and then doesn't even go look for Jazz.

Although people had their reasons, it was pretty clear the narrative wasn't supporting any of them and took it as everyone wronging Jazz. Like exRID-OP is willing to give sympathy to many, but this is on a level no one else gets. And in the finale Jazz is there sharing the wisdom these experiences have taught him and reaches self-actualization.

But also Jazz doesn't get to show much before that, so it's hard to say the narrative is consistent in making him the right one. So my other answer is Thundercracker. TC always has his priorities straight, for which the narrative never judges him, he actually reached self-actualization before the series started and is not trying to let old grudges get to him, wants to be left alone, but will also help in the peace efforts. Like when Marissa (who is generally portrayed as the most sensible of the humans) has her doomerism phase, he is the one who makes her realize that's wrong and consequently Marissa outright avoids a war with the Junkions.

He's even portrayed as justified in his feeling of betrayal when he discovers the humans made all those Ramjet and Thrust copies, even tho it doesn't blame the humans for this because how can they be expected to cross their arms and not develop tech against the war machine titans from space that already killed a billion people and came back to knock at their door? And I get it, it must feel pretty bad to discovers your new friends made zombie clones of your old friends in secret, but also how can they be expected to cross their arms and not develop tech against the war machine titans from space that already killed a billion people and came back to knock at their door?

So what this tells us is that the real moral of exRID-OP is that you need a hobby like music or cinema to connect with the world less you go insane and start thinking going back to war crimes is a good idea.

[angesaurus]

Dan and I hung up our diplomas because I found them and what else is there to do with them??? They just will sit there. And I feel like that’s a positive thing for kids to see, that their parents went to college and accomplished something and that if college is what you want we will make it happen. But my mom was like “where’s your masters degree?!?” (Dan has one so his is up there too). And I was like uhh I don’t have one??? I quit? And my dad was like Yeah she got all the debt but not the degree and thought that was hilarious. And she said but you have all the credits all you needed to do was student teaching and you decided not to. And my dad is agreeing with her. And then he’s like so how could you do that?? How could you do the student teaching and get that masters degree up there??!?! And I’m like ??????? My college closed down???? I have no idea how I could even figure out what else was needed - I’d have to go through Villanova (lol a school I could never get into) and it wouldn’t matter because my college is closed and I’d have to do it through another school anyway and other schools have different programs so I’d probably need classes anyway (AND I am pretty sure I still needed a few classes on top of the student teaching (but of course they don’t believe me). And then I’d have to work FOR FREE for a semester. And they’re both like “yeah but you can get the masters degree” and I just want to scream because

1) my brother is 35 and has a masters degree and since he’s the golden child, that’s the standard. But he still lives at home whereas I moved out at 22, let them throw me a big fancy wedding, I have owned my own home for 12 years, given them 2 (amazing!) grandchildren (one who actually probably will do the college route and collect degrees like they are Pokémon cards), and have a solid savings account.

2) why isn’t a bachelors enough?!?!?

3) I still am not sure that I’d ever want to be a teacher????? And my parents gave me so much anxiety and stress over college and education!!! They made me go to college even though I was not ready mentally or academically. All they wanted was to send their first born to college so they could say they had a child who went to college because they did not and then when I went for the masters they were so happy and then soooo angry with me when I quit and it took a while for them to get over it but I guess seeing my bachelors diploma made them realize they’re still mad about it. This was like 15 years ago too. And I graduated in 2009 so I was trying to find a job in a recession and they didn’t understand why I couldn’t just find one!!!! That I ended up leaving and moving in with Dan to get away from them and then went back to school just to shut them up because they were so devastated that I didn’t get a job as president of some communications company with my communications degree.

4) I LIKE MY JOB!!!! And my life!!!! Why can’t that be enough? I don’t need a masters to be happy. Also I make pennies as a para like I don’t need a masters for that lol and I definitely don’t need to spend money just for a fancy piece of paper.

5) a teaching cert and a masters are not the same thing and they don’t understand that and they also don’t understand that NJ and PA have different rules and they never have and it’s so frustrating how boomer like they are and how they refuse to see reason.

I don’t know it really felt like a punch in a gut. Can’t you just be proud of me getting a bachelors considered how much I struggled in school????? I hated school and college and I had so much anxiety and depression and I drank to feel better which made things worse and every single semester felt like a success because of how bad I felt. And I got a lot of good things out of college (my husband lol and 3 great friends and lots of fun memories) but jeez. Maybe it was not the right choice for me yet they kept pushing it and made it seem like it was my only option. And it still hurts knowing they didn’t care or listen. And I have a child who seriously is academically inclined and will probably do great things but I never want them to feel that way?!?? I want them to make the decision on their own and if they want college great let’s do it and if they want to take off a year or two great live with me or you want to do a trade awesome let’s find one or you want to go work at Burger King great get me a chicken sandwich once a week like I love you regardless and I don’t want to ever go into their home and question their choices.

Being the oldest daughter really sucks lol