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the-witty-pen-name · 5 months ago

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The Love Triangle from Hell (2)

Steve Harrington x F!Reader / Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Synopsis: After the events of PART ONE, Robin goes shoe shopping; Steve's mental health is in shambles; Nancy is trying to save her relationship; you're feeling lost; and Eddie is trying to be the bigger person.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: messy messy feelings; unrequited love; cursing; arguments; crying; angst angst angsty angst; drinking; Robin literally just trying to live her life but her friends are all idiots

A/N: Thank you all so so much for all the love you have been showing to part one. You all had me so motivated to write this next part for you. I never manage to get things written this quickly, it's insane. So much appreciation to you all who took the time to read and let me know how you liked it- the comments and reblogs mean so much to me! Thank you!

Please let know who you think our girl should end up with ;)

This series with be 18+ in later chapters MINORS DNI

You didn’t ever think about a future in which you didn’t feel the way you felt about Steve. It was something that you always viewed as this absolute truth. It was unavoidable. The sun would rise and fall and you would love Steve Harrington. But now, the world feels like it’s crashed, burned and raised from the ashes. A new reality- a new future to be written. Maybe, just maybe, you would see a future for yourself without Steve. It was such a simple thought- but you couldn’t have seen it before.

While you’re coming to terms with your new reality that Eddie tore open with both hands, Steve feels the weight of the crash all around him. It’s everywhere, more specifically, you’re everywhere. He felt like he’s lost everything. In her reconciliation with Jonathan, Nancy pulled Steve aside that night and said she thought it best if they don’t hang out for awhile. He nodded, jaw tightened, but he understood.

Eddie isn’t not talking to him, but there’s awkward tension in the apartment. They both pretend that it isn’t there but the air is thick with it. The proverbial beans have been spillt. Eddie’s in love with you, and Steve shouldn’t care about it as much as he does. Eddie goes about his days padding around the house. He’ll strum guitar and clean the kitchen and go on like nothing happened. Steve’s been avoiding him, not knowing at all what to say. There isn’t anything to say- not really. But still, the walls between them are undeniably there.

Robin is all Steve has to confide in right now, telling her all about how he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you for the past few weeks since the night of what they’ve been calling “the incident.” He tells her everything- his confusion in his feelings towards you, the way he misses his friendship with Nancy, his irrational harbouring resentment toward Eddie. He tells her all of it. She listens and doesn’t judge- well, maybe she does judge. But, it’s coming from a place of love!

“What do you think?” she asks, stomping around in circles. She looks down at the new Adidas on her feet, thinking about how dirty the white sneakers are going to get almost immediately. Steve is sitting on the little bench in the shoe store with his head in his hands. “I hate them,” she complains, “I hate new shoes. I hate buying jeans. It all sucks.”

Like a parent would, Steve leans down and presses his fingertips down on the toe of the shoe. “These are too small,” he points out. He turns to the box at his side, handing her the next size up. “These will probably feel better.” She snatches the show from his hand, kicking off the pair she’s wearing.

“Fucking Munson,” she scoffs. “New fucking shoes,” she mutters, bending over to slide the next pair on. Steve smirks to himself when he sees the relief wash over Robin’s face. It’s the undeniable look of pure comfort. “Oh,” she says shyly, “these feel really nice.”

“What am I gonna do?” he asks, disheartened looking up at Robin. She sighs, pushing the empty box next to him on the floor so she can take its place.

“What do you want?” she asks, “Do you actually like her?”

“I might,” he admits, “I don’t know! I haven’t thought about her that way before. I could see it, maybe.”

“I don’t think you should do anything,” Robin advises, “Just sort out all the shit in your head. You are only just beginning to let yourself get over Nancy- jumping into a mess between your best friends is not the thing to do right now. Sort yourself out- get some Vitamin D, eat a vegetable- do something besides sit in your room and sulk.”

“I’m here now,” he tries to argue and Robin scoffs.

“You’re here cause you ran out of excuses when you kept cancelling on me,” Robin points out. She looks at her feet one more time. She then looks to Steve with a look of absolute utter defeat. “I think I’m gonna get these.” She gets up and kicks them off. Steve watches as she puts them back in the box. “I’m not gonna wear them around Eddie though,” she says with a scoff, heading towards the register like she got the one up on him.

Eddie remembers the first time he saw you. He’d been reflecting back on it a lot the past few weeks after everything that has happened. He’s having trouble wrapping his head around how he got from there to here. What was a innocent high school crush has blossomed into such an intense love that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The feeling is almost too big for him to carry- which is probably the reason for his outburst that night.

It has been Eddie’s junior year, making it your sophomore year. You’d been in the drama club and occasionally rehearsal would run late- meaning Hellfire would start late since they used the Theater room as well. Usually, Drama Club rehearsed Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday- making the room available for Hellfire on Friday. However, as productions got closer to the opening night, theater kids and band geeks would end up flocking to the room for Hell Week- extra rehearsals, last minute set adjustments, all running out the clock to the big night. It would run into Fridays, pushing Hellfire back despite Eddie reserving the room. The one thing he actually did to follow the rules.

You felt ridiculous in your costume. Your Juliet dress had you sticking out when you weren’t in the midst of the sets and reciting your lines. The long fabrics of the Renaissance inspired costume followed behind you as you darted from one side of the school to the other. You needed last minute fixes to the hem of your dress and the veil of your head crown. You only a few minutes before you were expected at rehearsal, left with no choice to run from the home ec classroom to the theater.

Eddie and the rest of Hellfire stood begrudgingly behind the stage, too stubborn to find another location for their meeting. He swears that you ran by him in slow motion to make your cue. Like a runaway bride from his fantasy novels, it was like you were plucked from one of his fantasies and graced his world with your presence. He was enamored. You looked exactly like a princess. He didn’t realize he’d been staring until Gareth had elbowed him to snap him out of it. He knew from that moment when he looks back, he was in love with you. He rubbed his ribs where he was struck and stayed hidden backstage to watch the whole performance.

Steve can’t even remember the first time you met. You were something that was always there, and something he’s realized now that he’s taken for granted. You remember, you remember it all. It was still so vivid to you. It was a start to your everything.

Kindergarten was an overwhelming experience for Steve. Specifically drop-off, but he doesn’t remember now. You remember waiting with your mom and you held her hand tightly, while you waited for your teacher to escort you and your new classmates into school. You noticed Steve, across the play yard, but your head tilted in confusion that he was without a grown-up to send him off.

You immediately shook yourself free from your moms embrace and skipped confidently over to the little boy.

“Do you wanna be best friends?” You asked abruptly, it was all you needed. The simplicity of making friends when your six is a beautiful thing. He nodded, and you took his hand in yours so he didn’t walk in alone. The two of you were inseparable ever since. Until high school rolled around and changed everything.

The Steve you knew was different than the Steve that ruled the halls of Hawkins High back in the day. When it was the two of you, it was like how it always was. But at school, it was like he was an entirely new person. Reinvented and repackaged, King Steve’s reign was legend. Had it not killed you a little inside, you’d have been impressed.

Nancy offered to get lunch together with you shortly after the incident. She valued your friendship and wanted to clear the air. You felt the same. Your feelings towards Steve never hindered how highly you thought of Nancy. The two of you became friends amidst the era of King Steve, shortly before they began dating.

“I wanted you to know that had I known,” Nancy says, stirring the milk in her coffee, “I would have never went out with Steve.”

“You don’t have to feel guilty, Nance,” you reassure her. “You liked him and he liked you back, of course you guys should have dated. I don’t resent that- I just… I don’t know.”

“I don’t want this to affect us,” she reiterates.

“It won’t, it hasn’t- honestly,” you reply sincerely. “I never hated you. I can’t lie and say I wasn’t very jealous- because I was, still am a little maybe. It wasn’t because of you- it was just because it wasn’t me.”

“I understand,” she comforts you. You both share a smile and you appreciate her for coordinating this sit down. It felt good to confide in her. It was something you shouldn’t have bottled up and dealt with alone. Talking with Nancy felt like taking breaths of fresh air.

You’d walked home after lunch, declining Nancy’s offer for a ride. The cafe was close enough to your and Robin’s apartment that you could manage without getting too cold. Trudging up the front steps, you had your hood up to keep yourself warmer. It also hindered your vision so you didn’t see the figure on the front porch swing until you were right at your front door.

“Steve?” You ask, taken aback. You didn’t expect to see him- though you supposed he’d be wanting to talk about it all eventually. You sigh, bracing yourself for the one conversation you absolutely did not want to have.

“Hey,” he shivers, keeping his hands bunched into his jacket plackets.

“Come on up,” you offer, unlocking your front door. He graciously accepts, darting in out of the cold as fast as possible. He had to have been waiting awhile. “Robin is at work right now, but you can wait for her,” you say, as you both make it to the top of the stairs to your third floor apartment.

“I came to see you, actually,” he admits.

“I was afraid of that,” you joke, and it makes you a little happy when he chuckles. You both know how hard this conversation is going to be.

You both shrug off your warm layers and leave them in the entry way. You kick off your boots and shove your hat and gloves into the sleeve of your jacket. You try your best to tame your hair. You walk with your arms crossed and take a seat on your couch. Steve tentatively follows and sits on the opposite end. You both sit in uncomfortable silence for what felt like ages.

“How long?” He finally asks, and you can’t help but cringe. It felt so impersonal, and like a subtle attack. Like you were in the wrong for keeping something from him. He sounds hurt.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, your face in your hands. “Probably at least since we were in like second grade, maybe.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he questions, and you feel dejected.

“I don’t know- maybe cause you dated someone new constantly,” you accuse, flipping it back to him. You weren’t going to take the blame for this. “When we got to high school, you pursued so many girls- you were on a date every weekend! When did you expect me to say when you showed interest in literally everyone but me? Do you expect me to say I should’ve said something when you were with Nancy?”

“No… shit, I don’t know,” he mumbles. He had no right to be upset, you resolved. “I just, I feel bad that you didn’t think you could tell me.”

“I couldn’t risk losing you,” you admitted. “I’d much rather be heartbroken with you in my life than heartbroken without you.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and he’s not sure why he’s suddenly so quiet. “I just- fuck! I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

You both sit there, quietly, looking anywhere except each other. You bite the inside of your mouth nervously, you don’t know what to say. You notice he’s not saying I was so stupid. I love you, I always have. You’ve learned the hard way by now to not expect that from him. You can’t let your expectations of him dictate the future of your friendship.

“It’s okay, you know,” you finally say across the silence. “I don’t want you to think this changes anything.”

This changes everything! He wants to exclaim. You’re right there, closer than you’ve been in weeks. Yet you still feel so far away, so unattainable. He feels as though you’re treating him like a stranger, and he hates feeling like this.

“I’m not in love with Nancy,” he confesses. “I thought it was what I wanted, but now I don’t know what I want.”

“Don’t give me false hope to make me feel better, Steve,” you sigh. “That’s not fair.”

Robin bursts through the door in a whirlwind of chaos. She’s shedding her layers as she recounts a terrible interaction she had with a customer at work. She kicks off her Adidas, not bothering to put them in the shoe rack and she lets her jacket lay on the floor for now.

“Anyways, this guy starts yelling at me because he didn’t like Risky Business like I wrote and starred in the damn thing so I’m like ‘Sir, I didn’t make the movie’ and then he gets he gets even more pissed that won’t give him a free rental. I can’t do that! What makes him think I can just wave a magic wand a pull a perk like that out of my- oh fuck. H-hey Steve…. I didn’t know you were here.”

He stands up abruptly, “I was just leaving.” Before either you or Robin have a chance to say anything else. He’s stumbling over putting on his shoes and falling into his jacket on the his way quickly out the door.

“What the hell was that?” Robin asks, turning to you.

“I have no idea.” You say earnestly.

“He’s so fucking stupid I swear to god,” she rolls her eyes and heads past you into the kitchen. She decided to keep her commentary at that. You escape to your room so you can process what the hell just happened.

“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” Steve hits his palms against his steering wheel in frustration. “SHIT!”

He completely fucked that up.

When you had a problem of this measure that bothered you, you’d call Steve. Or, you’d call Eddie. Neither option is one you felt was viable right now. You didn’t want to annoy Robin with it anymore than you’d had already- you’re sure she’s sick of everyone going to her. You have a bad habit of assuming you’re a burden when your anxiety spikes like this.

“Hey, Nance. I, uh, was just calling to-“

“Steve, please- we talked about this.”

He knew this was going to happen. But he couldn’t stop himself as he dialed her number. He knew he was supposed to stay away and give her and Jonathan space. How is he supposed to move on when he lost the one person he could call to talk about this? Steve felt Nancy understood him better than anyone- or at least at one point she did.

She hangs up before Steve gets a chance to say anything. He drops the receiver back onto the base. He lays back on the couch and takes some slow breaths. He can’t imagine that you all ended up here. After everything you all survived, this is what’s pulling you all apart.

Why the fuck did he call Nancy? Deep down he knows he wants to just talk to you but he just can’t right now. His brain is too congested with everything that’s come to light and it’s all such a scary, unfamiliar plane. Nancy is his familiar- it’s what he knows. He’s realizing maybe he didn’t actually pine for Nancy but instead he was yearning for that stability he once felt. He’s mourning the time for when it felt like he had absolutely everything.

It hits him all at once- like a huge wave that knocks you out when you’re bracing yourself to jump. He wanted it all back- fucking King Steve. Not the parties and the fucking assholes. He wanted to feel that way again. He wanted how he felt when he had a girlfriend who loved him and close friends he could walk the halls with. He missed when his life felt easy and he missed how easy it feels now compared to this. He wanted his life back- it wasn’t Nancy that he wanted- not really. He wanted to feel that way again and he was mourning his youth despite the imperfections.

He thought of you again, as he turned his body to stare at the phone. He knows he should call, and do his best to make you feel better. He needed you to understand that he understands so much more now than he did. The bigger picture is revealing itself more to him and he actually fucking gets it. Out of everything that has changed, you never did. It all feels so painfully obvious now. How could he have not seen it?

“Sup, man,” Eddie says casually, coming home from work. Taking off his jacket reveals that his coveralls are covered in a huge grease stain. Kicking off his work boots, he doesn’t wait for Steve to reply as he heads to the bathroom to shower. “You wanna get Chinese tonight?” he calls from the other room. Steve gulps and sits up, trying to shake himself out of it.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

A few minutes later, Eddie emerges from the bathroom and steam from his shower wafts out into the hallway.

“We’re good, right?” Eddie asks. He wants to say yes. Eddie did nothing wrong and Steve deep down knows it. He knows his resentment he’s harbouring is completely unfair- but it is running down to his core.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Steve says, trying his best to fake it. They aren’t good. Steve doesn’t know if they’d ever be good. Eddie knows it too. He knows Steve too well to know that he isn’t actually good. Eddie doesn’t fight it.

“I’ll get over it,” Eddie said. “Well, that’s a fucking lie. But, I can tell myself I can get over it.” Steve looks at him, confused. “If you and her want to be together, if you like her back- I’ll step down.”

“Why are you even saying that?”

“Because I want her to be happy more than anything else, and if I’m not that guy- I’m just getting in the way of that,” he confesses, and Steve can hear the hurt in his friend’s voice. “If you actually want to go for it- I’m not what’s stopping you, man.”

The phone breaks through the solemn moment the two of them share. Eddie looks to Steve and Steve shrugs before picking up the receiver.

“Hello?” He says, and he smiles to himself as he recognizes the voice on the other end. Then, Eddie watches as his friend’s face falls again- all in a brief few seconds. “It’s for you,” he says, dropping the receiver on the table for Eddie to get. Steve disappears down the hall and seeks refuge in his room.

“Hey,” Eddie says, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Hey, it’s me,” he hears you say. Suddenly, Steve’s reaction makes a lot of sense.

PART THREE

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antennas-to-heaven · 4 months ago

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ramble on haibara and nanami's dynamic

i feel like people don't talk about their dynamic enough but like. i love how you can retrace nanamis grief for haibara in so many of his good actions, be it taking yuji in, mentoring ino, his general protection of the youth...it all stems from the trauma of haibara's death, and the fact he sees haibara in yuji makes it all the more harrowing. he is basically lead by the grief and guilt and his caring disposition is his way of "saving" haibara, his own blue spring.

in fact, in the colored page for chapter 100, haibara is seen putting cherry blossoms on nanami's weapon bag thingy. in japan, cherry blossom flowers not only represent beauty, but also the fleeting nature of life, which applies to haibara, who died when he was just a teenager, when his life was just beginning, but you can also say that with the beauty part of the flower's meaning, you can deduct that haibara was the most beautiful person nanami knew, in every single way possible.

haibara's existence, to nanami, was beautiful, yet so short lived. this is more of a personal thing, but they also have that icarus/sun dynamic; nanami's grief for haibara is so strong, the guilt from his death is what pushed him away from jujutsu society but later on back into it, cause nanami being a sorcerer and helping innocent people would have been what haibara would've wanted, right? of course, this indirectly leads him to his death in shibuya. and the first person whom nanami sees, on the bring of death, is haibara. even when he's near death, he sinks into the comforting and sunny presence of his beloved sunshine.

nanami loved haibara so much it led to his death. his love for haibara indirectly killed him. and yet, haibara's last "appearance" is so off; there's many speculations on why, be it that nanami's memory is failing him, or that the last time he saw haibara was when he was cold and dead in the morgue, but there's also a personal favourite of mine; it's a metaphor for how nanami's grief has tainted his memory of haibara. the haibara nanami remembered never really existed, he was tainted by guilt, grief and hatred and nanami clenched onto that memory so hard it bent and broke in the end. in the end, grief and guilt taints everything, especially the memory of your beloved best friend. and yet, this presence is so oddly comforting to him. his last smile, in a way, was because of haibara.

haibara was nanami's sun. his blue spring. his whole world. his other half. they complete each other, metaphorically and literally - haibara loses his lower body, nanami loses his upper body. his ideals were a reconciliation between his own and haibara's. without haibara, nanami became a drone, both for capitalism and for jujutsu society. he cannot function without his other half. they complete each other, but one half was ripped so briskly from the other that it staggered the other half for life. nanami built walls around him all his life because of haibara's death. the death of the only person who saw sides of him nobody else had ever seen. nanami had lost his sun, and his world went dark until they met again in death. in fact, nanami says haibara made his last moments more enjoyable.

even in death, nanami falls into the radiant, solar comfort of haibara. the one person who brightened up his dark world. his sun to his dark side of the moon.

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crimsonphantasmagoria · 6 months ago

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I've been scouring my brain for weeks now, trying to come to a reconciliation between the Solas we get through Inquisition into Trespasser, and the Solas we see in Veilguard, and I think I've finally come to an answer which satisfies me, though YMMV of course. It all has to do with selfishness.

What put me onto this is the way he talks about the romance path. "It was selfish of me" he says, almost angrily. Selfishness is a thing he can't stand in others, and certainly can't stand in himself.

Solas has had his opinions and wants dismissed in the name of selflessness again and again. Most importantly, this has been done by the person he Respects the most, Mythal (this is true whatever you believe the nature of their relationship was).

The first thing, which led to everything else, is that she persuaded him to take a body for a selfless cause: protecting the People from those like Elgar’nan. Then, she had him craft the Lyrium Dagger, against his wishes, because it was necessary to end the war. And then she betrays him. He was brought into this world against his will to prevent Elgar’nan and the like basically from doing exactly this, and she's going along with it? He doesn't want to go against her, but he has to, for the good of the People.

Once the rebellion starts, Solas is required to act against his personal wishes again: he has to uphold the mantle of the Dread Wolf. We see this in Felassan's letter to him.

The next time we see Solas and Mythal together is when he warns her about the Evanuris using the Blight, and more or less asks her to run away to the Fade with him. And she refuses. We can debate her motives all we want, but I think it's safe to say that running away to the Fade with her was what he wanted. His selfish wish. And she rejects it, and goes to confront the Evanuris alone, and dies. His grief reframes this as her dying because he was selfish. And in his grief, he chooses to seal away the Blight and the Evanuris. Now, this wasn't a bad thing to do, but he is pretty explicit in Trespasser that he did it directly in response to them killing Mythal. A selfish act. And it goes catastrophically wrong.

He comes to years later, and the world is horrifying. Elven mortality, corrupting spirits, magic suppressed, all because of his mistake. His selfishness has hurt the People he has a duty to, given to him by the person he respected the most. He immediately sets about fixing the mistake. After all, he's more or less the only one who can. He kills Felassan, when he betrays the cause. He doesn't want to, but since when has he wanted any of this? When was the last time something he wanted mattered? Fixing what he's done to the world matters more.

But then he gets outwitted by Corypheus, and the Veil is coming down in the worst way possible, causing untold harm on both sides. And he can't fix this problem. The only person who can is the one with the Anchor, the future Inquisitor. So he sets himself to helping them do so, because it's the best he can do to fix his new mistake. And in doing so, he sees the best parts of the new world. He meets people he genuinely likes and admires, potentially even loves. He realises that these people are complete as they are, 'real'. It goes faster with a high approval or romance Inquisitor, but even with low approval, he eventually gets to the same place. He wants to help them. He wants to stay with them. He wants his time with them to have mattered.

But that would be selfish. Since when have his wants mattered?

He leaves them. He doesn't want to, but he has to. He kills Flemythal, because he needs her power if he's going to do this, even though he doesn't want to. He weeps. Gets back up and continues on. Since when has what he wanted mattered?

Trespasser happens, and he tells the Inquisitor almost everything, because they deserve to know, but also...he doesn't want to do this. This is the beginning of his subtle attempts to help them stop him. He can't admit it. He can't admit that he needs help, that he wants to stop, but he can subtly, almost unconsciously guide them.

This culminates in him leaving the eluvian path open for Varric and co to follow him to the unguarded, unwarded ritual site. Unfortunately, Varric tries to reason with him. But he cannot be reasoned with by Varric. Nor by the Inquisitor, nor anyone else in modern Thedas. That's what he wants, you see? He wants to stop, so he can't. That would be selfish. I do think that, maybe, if Harding had taken the shot, he might have allowed it. Taken it as a fair defeat. But she doesn't, so we'll never know.

So he ends up in the regret prison, otherwise known as literal Hell for Solas, and tricks Rook into helping release him. He's more or less the only one with power sufficient to take on Elgar’nan. You know, the guy he came here, unwillingly, to oppose in the first place? So he goes and helps the Shadow Dragons in Minrathous, but it isn't enough. Fortunately, Rook escapes, and they defeat Elgar’nan together. Unfortunately, he has now run out of excuses to not do the thing he doesn't want to do, and the Veil is coming down anyway, so.

But then Rook offers another choice. Bind yourself to the Veil and save us. He does seriously consider it for a second, because it's what he wants to do, and Rook isn't a person he cares about personally. He might respect them, but he doesn't really like or care about them, like he does Varric or the Inquisitor. Weirdly, this might make it a more effective plea, taken from this perspective. Ultimately, though, the Unselfish thing is clearly to fix his mistake, fix the world, so he goes to do that.

Then here comes the Inquisitor. He can't stop for them either, but he feels like he owes them an explanation still. He failed Mythal, and she died. He was selfish, and she died. This will all have been for nothing if he acts selfishly now.

Now Morrigan arrives. Whose fault is that? She channels fragment Mythal. I like to think this part is these two fragments of Mythal reuniting for a few moments. And Mythal says, in effect, "if i had let you stay where you wanted, if I'd listened to what you wanted, then maybe none of this would have happened. You aren't the only one at fault here. Be free from your duty to the People, and choose your own path from now on."

The Inquisitor reinforces this, and it takes him about two seconds of collecting his thoughts to choose, because frankly it's what he's wanted to do the whole time. And then he chooses to return to the Fade, and to seek atonement for his part in creating the Blight. Probably also something he wanted, but felt like he couldn't persue because he wanted it. But now he finally can, because his wants have been acknowledged by that person he respected the most as valid. So off he goes.

This might actually make the romance with Lavellan even more powerful because it means he wanted her badly enough that he almost chose her anyway, even despite his prior conditioning. Sadly, he eventually realised that the relationship was fucked if he couldn't stop his plans and couldn't tell her who he was because he couldn't stop his plans, so he ended it, for her sake, another selfless act, to try and make it easier for her to hate him. And if she doesn't, and asks to come with him in Trespasser, he refuses, for selfishly stated reasons, because he wants this one thing to remain pure and uncorrupted. But in the end, he won't refuse her again because he's finally allowed to want again, and what he wants most of all has always been her.

Idk, I've just been struggling to make Solas’s motivation change between games make sense to me, and this is what worked. Nobody else has to think this. Totally just my personal speculation.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #datv #dragon age spoilers #datv spoilers #dragon age the veilgaurd spoilers #dragon age inquisition #solas dragon age #solavellan #genuinely just trying to figure out a coherent throughline that actually makes sense to me for his character #because 'he was too proud to stop' on its own genuinely makes no sense to me #also because his reasons for taking down the veil are frankly pretty valid and i wanted to preserve that #also to be clear I'm not saying he was right or wrong about his perspectives just that i think this was how he was framing them

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lagunaseca2013 · 3 months ago

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hiiii arrow! thanks for playing :)) here’s an excerpt from choke yourself out, my reconciliation white whale that i write approximately one sentence of every six weeks lol

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Valentino is wrestling with the espresso machine in his boxers, his gray-streaked curls flattened on one side of his head from when he’d pulled out of Marc that morning, soft and overstimulated, and unceremoniously collapsed right back to sleep. He’d startled awake an hour later, a little sweaty, and dragged Marc into the kitchen to conquer la bestia. La bestia was shiny and chrome, and had mysteriously appeared in the kitchen four days into the two weeks Marc had spent getting reacquainted with Valentino post-dramatic-Argentina-situation, and neither of them have successfully managed to operate it without Luca’s help.

It was entirely unclear to Marc if Vale knew that his pet espresso machine shared a nickname with Enea Bastianini and simply didn’t care, or was maybe making some sort of convoluted joke about Marc taking his seat a few years back. Between all the fucking, and the strange liminal space both of them had been trying to avoid leaving, he hadn’t really bothered to ask.

The beast was so ridiculous and complicated that Vale had sheepishly ended up calling his brother to teach him how to turn it on, Marc trying not to laugh too loud at the stupid faces Vale was making at him from across the island. Something about the tan slope of his shoulders as he hunched over the contraption, Luca’s annoyed instructions going mostly ignored in favor of pulling levers and pushing buttons, had Marc’s cock twitching with interest.

He glanced down at himself, trying very hard not to think about how he was wearing the same sleep shirt Vale had lent him the only night he’d ever spent at the ranch before. It’s tattier now, the paint cracking enough that CHE SPETTACOLO was only visible if one squinted and already knew what they were looking at.

Ten-some years later, Marc thumbs the uneven hem and locks eyes with Vale as he slowly inches it up. He can tell the exact moment Vale realizes that Marc is getting hard. His blue eyes narrowed into familiar slits, the gaze of a predator.

Marc swallows hard, his fingers still twisting the hem of the borrowed shirt, suddenly unsteady. Valentino is watching him, expectant, his hands braced against the counter like he’s ready to push off and cross the room at a moment’s notice. The espresso machine hisses as it finishes heating up, but neither of them pay it any attention. Then, from the phone still clutched loosely in Vale’s hand, a tiny voice pipes up in the background of Luca’s call. A little girl’s giggle, high and sweet, followed by Luca’s half-distracted, “Sí, sí, un attimo, bambina.”

Marc blinks. He hadn’t even known Luca had a kid. He hadn’t really thought Luca was the type, considering how much time Luca had spent inside of Pecco over the course of the past season, but—well. That’s none of Marc’s business, is it?

Vale stalks over, bullying his way between Marc’s thighs until he’s practically spread eagle on the counter, nipping at his jaw and then his earlobe, which makes Marc shiver and gasp. Then, his phone buzzes in his hand—Luca, still on the line. For half a second, he hesitates. Then, without breaking eye contact, he presses the button and hangs up. Marc’s breath catches, something sharp and hot curling low in his stomach.

“You,” Vale says, with the same laser intent focus he gives his bike, his hands tightening against Marc’s jaw, “are trying to distract me.” Marc hums. “Is it working?” Vale’s eyes flicker down, taking in the way Marc has been inching up his stolen sleep shirt, showing off the smooth slope of his thighs, the telltale half-chub he’s not even pretending to hide. Vale’s thumb swipes across his jaw, a slow drag. “Barely,” he lies.

Then, he pulls away—just long enough to yank open the drawer by the stove, retrieve a blister pack, and dry-swallow the little blue pill inside. Marc snorts, “You could at least pretend to have some restraint.”

“I could,” Vale agrees, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "But where’s the fun in that?"

The espresso machine lets out a sudden, jarring beep. Vale glances over his shoulder, and then back to Marc, his head tilted expectantly. “Allora,” he says, tracing his thumb against Marc’s neck, applying slight pressure when his eyes flutter shut. “Maybe we try again tomorrow.”

#fic talk #ask game #arrow mail #choke yourself out #this is the first motogp fic i ever started which is funny bc it’s the one i’ve made the least progress on since talking about it on here #someday i will lock in on it but today is notttt that day #rosquez #motogp fic #my writing

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nyaboshi · 1 month ago

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Yap about your hyperfixations, any of them

Oh brother, this is a mighty ask, pal

Warning for some slight Ninjago Dragon's Rising spoilers later in the rant

At the moment, I am heavily thinking about Ninjago. Specifically a healthy combination of Zane and Morro at the moment (with the latter being my current focus

Morro is just Gosh, I love his writing so much. He deserved so much more screen time and it upsets me that his character wasn't utilized as often as a potential anti-hero type ally to the ninja. Like.. they had the opportunity to have him stay and be a ghost companion during Day of the Departed, but NO! He went back to the Departed Realm!

Don't get me wrong, I get the fundamental reason for why he went back. Morro, at this point, had atoned for his betrayal (on paper, at least) and was going back to rest. But at the very least, we absolutely should've gotten a REAL reconciliation scene between Morro and Wu before he left! Like Whether they say it or not, I fully believe Morro was Wu's adopted son in everything but official paperwork (although at that time, there probably wasn't any kind of official process for it). Wu raised him, trained him, and took care of him when no one else would. Morro respected Wu greatly, which is why I think not being chosen as the Green Ninja hurt so much. Of course, a good part of it was also his pride and disappointment after getting hyped up so much, which I think was a result of finally receiving affection and encouragement for the first time. Morro latched onto that feeling cause he was literally starving for it and it just kinda took over his personality. But I digress. He saw the Golden Weapons rejecting him as Wu, his father figure, the only person who ever showed him any kind of care, rejecting him. Which likely only accentuated the pride and the feeling that he absolutely HAD to be the Green Ninja. Because if he wasn't the Green Ninja, then Wu "had no reason to keep training him." Wu had no reason to keep caring for him and could potentially send him back to the streets, where Morro would be stuck by himself again. Which was why he was so desperate for the weapons to accept him, to the point of leaving the Monastery after Wu started to show disapproval. Said "disapproval" looked like rejection to Morro, and that only festered the anger in him.

The small little redemption we get at the end of season 5 where Morro gives Wu the Realm Crystal before being dragged into the water was not enough to make up for the betrayal both sides felt. It wasn't enough for me, at least. One of the only one-on-one interactions we get between them until Day of the Departed. But even THEN, they don't properly reconcile. Morro shows up to warn them, and then Wu just Let's him leave. Brother. TALK TO YOUR CHILD!! DON'T LET HIM LEAVE JUST SO HE CAN CONTINUE TO LET HIS GUILT FESTER!!

Because that reconciliation clearly wasn't enough! Morro shows up in Dragon's Rising, and he SO CLEARLY STILL FEELS GUILTY ABOUT WHAT HE DID! He's still thinking about Wu and how he betrayed and left him years after his redemption. He needed a REAL reconciliation with Wu so that his soul could rest in peace, because he didn't feel like he could move on and be happy when all the other souls of the Departed Realm moved on. He felt like he still needed to make up for everything!

Anyways Morro <3

Thank you for letting me ramble

#morro #ninjago #sensei wu #nyappity yaps #rambles #answering asks

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bngtanah · 10 days ago

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I’m (not) With The Band. | o9

summary: Adrienne is an indie producer who is hired to help co-produce BTS’ next album alongside their resident producer; Suga. Despite the initial opposition on both ends, the pair spend time together, share a few stories, dreams and aspirations and begin to hit it off really well. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of late nights and heated disagreements and reconciliations, Min Yoongi and Adrienne Rolle find themselves growing closer and closer. One night they decide to cross the barrier between personal and professional and do their best make a relationship work against all odds.

pairing: idol!Yoongi x black!OC word count: 3.5k genre: drama, romance, light angst. chapters:prologue| o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8 [m]| o9| 10| 11| warning: fluff, workplace relationship, kissing, sexual attraction.

“Are you leaving already? "

Yoongi paused in the middle of putting his jeans on. He turned his head around and cursed himself silently for being so noisy that she’d woken up. He didn’t really want to leave in the middle of the night without saying goodbye but he also didn’t want Adrienne to wake up while he was leaving. He planned on leaving a note and just slipping out the front door before she had the chance to notice that he was gone. He didn’t want her to get up so early knowing that he would be leaving in the middle of the night in order to get back to the studio before his band members came to pick him up. Though, Adrienne losing sleep was only a small part of the reason why he didn’t want her waking up while he was trying to make a quick escape. Seeing her there with her sheets barely covering her naked body and her hair sticking up in all sorts of ways that made him want to forget about preparing for work and spend the rest of the day in bed with Adrienne… That was what Yoongi feared the most about her waking up before he had the chance to go. If she did ask him to come back to bed he wasn’t sure he’d be able to say no.

“Uh, yeah,” He finally answered as he zipped up the front of his jeans “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Why not? I’d rather get to say goodbye than wake up to an empty bed” Adrienne smiled softly and wrapped herself around the pillow Yoongi slept on. “You’re getting picked up from the studio?

“Yeah. I should head over before they get there” Yoongi nodded and pulled on his jacket then headed for the door.

“Wait.”

Adrienne’s voice made Yoongi stop in his footsteps and look back at her.

“I don’t get a kiss goodbye?”

His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and Yoongi was glad for the darkness to cover his expression as he sheepishly moved back over to where Adrienne laid. He muttered a soft apology before hovering over Adrienne and leaning forward to softly press his lips against hers. Adrienne met him halfway and barely brushed her lips against his before pulling him down so that he was practically laying on top of her which gave Yoongi room to run his hands up and down her sides and inadvertently deepen their kiss. Adrienne whimpered slightly when his hand accidently brushed against her bare nipple and Yoongi pulled back somewhat abruptly.

“Sorry,” he stated quickly and stood up “Uh, we’re meeting at the studio later today right?”

Adrienne nodded slowly and raised an eyebrow.

“Good, we should talk then."

“Okay...bye.”

Yoongi waved quickly and stepped toward the door once again, granting Adrienne once last glance before he left the room and silently closed the door behind him.

Adrienne frowned slightly watching him leave. Her bed being empty was she had grown accustomed to over the past few months but that was completely forgotten once Yoongi was laying next to her. It had only been one night, and he had only been gone for a few minutes but she already missed having his warmth next to her. The soft, raspy he snored and how his body completely covered her during the night. Almost as if he was trying to protect her even in his sleep. This small fact didn’t need to be explained but. Adrienne was smitten.

Thoughts of Yoongi and their encounter the night before dominated Adrienne’s thoughts as she drifted back into sleep until she was jolted awake by the sharp ping of her cellphone on the other side of the bed. Groggily, she reached for the device and blindly answered. Not realising it was a video call. And that she was still very much naked.

"Yeah?” Andy growled groggily into the receiver held loosely against her face.

“Hey little on- Girl, are your tits out?”

“Dani?” Adrienne snorted and then looked down at her uncovered body with a groan.

“Do I want to know why you’re still in bed-probably naked- in the middle of the day?” Danielle asked, judgement heavy in her voice.

“A woman can’t be naked in her own house?” Andy retorted with a laugh, hoping to avoid a discussion she really didn’t want to have.

“That’s not what I asked, Adrienne.”

“You might not like the answer,” The younger girl yawned and finally moved to cover herself, holding the phone at an arm's length so that she could see her sister’s face completely “I had some…company last night.”

“Finally!” Danielle exclaimed and clapped with one hand “I was getting worried about you going into a dick drought over there.”

Adrienne rolled her eyes playfully but laughed right along with her sister.

“Was it that good? Is that while you’re still laid up in bed?”

Adrienne didn’t answer and, just as any sister would, Danielle knew that she already had the answer to her question.

“I’ll take that as a yes, so who was it?”

Adrienne paused, juggling whether or not she should be honest with her sister. She didn’t think that spending the night with Yoongi was a big deal but knowing Danielle there was no way she’d feel the same. Especially given Adrienne’s past history with coworkers.

“Uhm...Yoongi.” Adrienne replied.

“...The guy you work with? Oh, Adrienne haven’t you learned your lesson yet?” Danielle croaked and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“It’s not like the last time” Adrienne countered, “We...talked.”

“So, you know exactly what the status of your relationship is right now?”

“....Yes.”

That was a lie and Danielle knew immediately. She rolled her eyes deeply and shook her head. Adrienne knew that her sister was doing her best to hold whatever she wanted to say inside for Andy’s sake and probably the sake of her baby. Any unnecessary stress could still be potentially harmful to the unborn child even if she was inching closer and closer to her due date.

“Look, I’m not going to lecture you” Danielle started after collecting her thoughts “You are a grown woman and obviously you’re going to do what you want regardless of what I think. Just promise me you’re being safe, okay?”

“Okay,” Adrienne replied in a small voice, plucking at some of the fluff on her comforter. “Enough about me. Tell me what’s going on at home.”

Danielle sighed and placed a hand on her round stomach “I am so over being pregnant, I know I’m not due till next month but I’m ready to be induced tonight.” She groaned loudly and tried to maneuver her body in a comfortable position. Adrienne held in a snicker as she watched her sister roll onto her side.

“It can’t be that bad, Dani. You’re bringing life into the world!”

“At this point I just want to be done with the whole thing, everyone’s really excited about you coming next month though!”

“Who is everyone? You, Lloyd and my unborn niece?”

“You also have friends, we’ve all been worried about you over there. I hope you’re doing okay.”

Danielle’s eyes softened as she watched a smile spread across Adrienne’s lips. It wasn’t easy being away from her family but Adrienne could honestly say that she really was doing okay. No one could ever replace her sister but she had found a surrogate family in the boys and Yoongi. She was doing better than okay.

“I really am.”

The siblings talked for hours, right up until the moment Adrienne had to leave for her studio appointment. She felt bad about keeping her sister up so late but according to Danielle she hardly slept during normal hours now that her due date was only a matter of weeks away. So that was, at least, somewhat comforting. Sadly though, Adrienne had to say her final goodbyes to her sister as she headed out the front door of her apartment. Not before assuring Danielle multiple times that all of the plans for her trip next month were finalized and ready to be executed. Despite the fact that her promise wasn’t entirely true. She did have intentions of visiting next month in order to be there for her niece's birth but she still hadn’t bought her ticket or asked for the time off with the company.

The album was slated to be completed in the coming weeks and Adrienne didn’t really see any obstacles stopping her from keeping her promise. From her perspective it was just a matter of asking permission.

Yoongi spent his entire morning pushing himself to stay awake and alert on ounces of coffee and nothing but fumes. He had managed to get a few hours of sleep at Adrienne’s apartment but only closed his eyes for a few moments when he arrived at the studio. The minute he sat down and rested his head on the back of the couch, his phone was buzzing with text messages from the managers and Namjoon telling him to come outside as quickly as possible. The exhaustion on his face was noticed but expected by everyone once he got in the van, so luckily no one questioned why he didn’t just come home when he was done working. It wasn’t particularly unusual for Yoongi to stay later in the studio when they were preparing for an album but he’d stopped actually sleeping in the studio once they moved out of their one bedroom dorm.

He huddled up into a corner as soon as the van door shut and tried his best to get some rest while they were en route and between takes of the photo shoots they had scheduled for the day. Fortunately enough, the majority of their schedule for the day was photo shoots with only a few group interviews so Yoongi didn’t have to do much talking. It was one of the few times he appreciated how talkative and distracting his fellow band members were, with all of them being loud like usual no one noticed him practically falling asleep in the background.

Well, no one except Hoseok. He knew that that Yoongi definitely did not spend his entire night in the studio and the faint red marks scattered around his neck confirmed all the suspicions that Hoseok had about what really happened last night. Instead of questioning him in front of everyone like he wanted to, Hobi waited until they were on their way back to the studio an sidled up next to him while the group dispersed into their own activities. Namjoon had a meeting with the staff. Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook headed for the recording studio and Jimin went in the direction of the dance room, expecting Hoseok to follow him like usual. Hoseok however, trailed behind Yoongi until they were both alone in the hallway just outside the studio room.

Yoongi, completely unaware of the younger male following him, flinched slightly when Hoseok started walking in stride with him and leaning closer to his neck.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked with a scowl..

“Me? Nothing, just wondering what happened to your neck.” Hoseok answered plainly. “Something happen on your ‘walk’ last night?”

Yoongi stopped for a second to give Hoseok a sidelong glance before moving forward and slouching his shoulders., “No.”

“You sure? Looks like something happened to your neck-”

Yoongi exhaled sharply, squared his jaw and pushed Hoseok forward into the empty studio room and slammed the door behind them both.

“Do you you have something to say Hoseok?” Yoongi snarled, cornering Hoseok until he was backed against a wall. Hoseok was a few inches taller than him but he knew all too well that Yoongi didn’t need height to intimidate.

“I know you didn’t come back here after we ate last night,” Hoseok answered, honestly trying to as respectful as possible.

“What’s your point?” Yoongi countered, backing away just slightly.

“Hyung,” Hoseok slumped his shoulder down and paused to gather his thoughts before continuing “I’m not the only one who’s noticed how….friendly you and Andy are with each other. Don’t think I’m accusing you of anything, but last night may not have been your best decision, what if someone saw you going into her house? Everything we’ve been working so hard for years would be gone.”

Yoongi wanted to be angry, he wanted to scoff in Hoseok’s face and tell him just how incorrect his assumptions were but he knew he wasn’t lying and all the fears he vowed to let go of just the night before came rushing back to him in an instant. He knew that he wasn’t just jeopardizing his own career by acting so recklessly with his feelings toward Adrienne, he was putting the future of everyone of his bandmates on the line without them even being aware of it. It wasn’t fair to them and Yoongi understood that. But it was too late to go back now. He sighed and walked away completely from Hoseok, taking a seat at the desk and mindlessly tapping keys on the keyboard in front of him.

“I understand why you might be concerned,” He spoke up after a moment's silence “I did go to Andy’s apartment last night but it was just to apologize, I said something to offend her in the studio yesterday and….the specifics aren’t important. You don’t have anything to worry about I wouldn’t put everyone else at risk for something so selfish.”

Hoseok pouted, knowing that his friend was not telling him the entire truth but also knowing that trying to push him to confide in him would only make him pull further away. They had been friends long enough for Hoseok to know that he wouldn’t lie to him without a good reason. It was because he knew this that he allowed himself to believe Yoongi’s version of events, only nodding and adjusting the beanie on his head as he moved for the door.

“Okay, Hyung. I trust you.”

Yoongi moved to answer him but the sound of the doorknob jostling and seeing Adrienne appear in the doorway, practically beaming, made him sink further into his seat and snap his lips shut.

“Hobi!” Adrienne grinned, “This is a surprise, are you recording something today?”

Hoseok gave Adrienne a polite smile before shaking his head a few times and moving past her,out into the hallway “No, no I’m leaving, don’t wanna be in the way.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Adrienne asked Yoongi once the door closed behind Hoseok and they were alone. Yoongi shrugged and turned back the computer, unable to look Adrienne in the eye and suddenly feeling very self aware of his actions. Adrienne didn’t feel the need to push for an answer and tossed her belongings onto the couch before focusing her gaze on the back of Yoongi’s head. He wasn’t really paying attention to what she was up to behind him but he froze in his spot when he felt Andy come to behind him and wrap her arms around his shoulders then wigggled her way into his lap and barely moved an inch when she pressed her lips against his own.

“Okay...what’s wrong with you?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“You’re being weird.”

"I…” Yoongi sighed and pushed the office chair back a few inches “We should talk Adrienne, about last night.”

The slight smile on Adrienne’s lips immediately fell when Yoongi finally met her eyes and said the exact opposite of what she wanted to hear. “I knew this would happen,” She muttered softly and pressed both of her hands to her face.

“You knew what?"

“That you were going to react this way,” Adrienne pushed herself off Yoongi’s lap “With regret about what happened between us last night.”

“I don’t- Why do you think I regret it?“

“You were sneaking out of my apartment in the middle of the night, you were hesitant when I kissed you goodbye and you didn’t even kiss me back just now. What else am I supposed to think Yoongi?”

Yoongi reached for Adrienne before left him completely but she was already seated on the couch by the time he fully extended his hand. There was an aura of sadness in the way her shoulders rolled forward and Yoongi cursed himself for not being able to express what he was honestly feeling with more ease. He had no problem turning his emotions and feeling into music that anyone could relate to. But being with someone he genuinely cared about seeing them face to face and trying to turn all the abstract thoughts in his mind and on his heart into something understandable was almost impossible.

Instead of trying to find the perfect thing to say Yoongi exhaled deeply and rolled the office toward the couch so that he directly facing Adrienne. He pulled her hands between his and pressed his lips to her knuckles for a few seconds.

“Andy, I don’t regret anything that happened last night” He began, “I meant what I said about wanting to be with you, as far as I’m concerned you’re mine. But I wasn’t lying about not being good to you, it hasn’t even been a day and I’m already making you sad and I hate not knowing what to say to you.”

Adrienne raised her head up, looking at Yoongi instead of the ground, she examined his features while he spoke and the vulnerability in his eyes as he searched for his next word. He really did appear to be struggling with figuring out just what to say and while she appreciated his honesty she couldn’t help but notice how many times he used the word ‘I’.

“Do you think you’re the only one that might have reservations about this, Gi?” Adrienne was asking a rhetorical question but Yoongi shook his head anyway, “I know we don’t know each other that well and we’re going about this in kind of a backwards way but I understand what kind of person you are. What you do means a lot more to me that what you say and I don’t expect you to always say the right thing.” Adrienne smiled softly and stood up again, pushing Yoongi’s chair backwards so that she could sit in his lap again and he wrapped his arms around her once she did. “This is new and scary and we’re both taking huge risks with our careers but I really like you and I want to see where this goes so I’m willing to take that risk...are you?”

Yoongi was stunned to silence, amazed at how the petite girl in his arms had managed to summarize everything he wanted to say in just a few sentences. He still had his concerns about just how they would manage to hide their budding relationship from everyone else when there were already eyes on them but that was a bridge they could cross when they came to it. No one had any concrete information and rumors buzzed through the company all the time. For Yoongi having Adrienne by his side was more than worth being the subject of some trivial gossip.

”Yeah, I am.” Yoongi replied with a small nod as he tightened the hold he had on Andy’s waist, pulling her closer to his chest.

“Good,” Adrienne said with wide grin, leaning forward to kiss him once again.

He reciprocated this time around, controlling the pace of their kiss so that it was slow and gradual. Everything he couldn’t say with words he poured into his kiss, somehow trying to convey exactly how much he appreciated her understanding him in that moment. He deepened the kiss into a more passionate one as Andy moved her hands through his messy hair, making him growl with encouragement.

Adrienne pulled herself as tight around him as possible, making him feel her body. The brunette could most definitely feel the faintest hint of an erection pressed up against her bottom, letting out a small gasp against his lips that soon turned into an unexpected moan. One one hand, she was pleased with his reaction since it cleared away some of the doubts and questions that had been lingering in the back of her mind. But she also knew that this was no time to be getting carried away. They were at work, in a public place where anyone could catch them and she hadn’t thought to lock the door when she came in. Reluctantly, she pulled herself back and brought them both to their senses.

“Sorry,” Yoongi muttered.

“Stop apologizing for kissing me” Adrienne replied with a small laugh “That reminds me though, I got you something today.”

Yoongi contorted his features as if to question her but Adrienne was up and moving over to the couch to shuffle through her purse before he even attempted to ask her anything. When he swiveled the chair to look her way a small box of condoms landed on his lap, which made him press a hand to his face and the tips of his ears turn red.

“We took a chance last night but I don’t want that to happen again, did you know they make you see a doctor just to get a plan b pill? I could barely understand half the questions and somehow I still felt embarrassed, anyway keep those I want us to be safe and you don’t make enough money for me to trap you with a baby yet.” Adrienne teased and Yoongi did his best to fight back a smile.

#bts fanfic #bts #bts imagines #ao3 fanfic #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fanfiction #bts angst #bts workplace au #min yoongi #min suga #bts suga #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #bngtanah #INWTB

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iiryebreadii · 4 months ago

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the older pines twins in my starwars!gravity falls au :D

Jedi Master Stanford Pines

He was seen as a rising star amongst the Jedi of his generation; powerful in the Force, incredibly intelligent, and firmly rooted in the Light. Many knights and masters clamored with one another over who would take him on as a padawan, and he was eventually paired with Master Jheselbraum, a young Jedi famous for her accomplishments in both research and in sentient aid.

An incident involving his twin brother during their apprenticeship caused his master to repudiate him before he could be knighted. He struggled to catch up after spending nearly a year without a Jedi Master to teach him, and never forgives his brother for ruining his reputation and his chances at becoming a Jedi knight ahead of schedule. He'll always carry the shame of repudiation with him. (He'll always carry the wound of his brother's betrayal)

He goes on to study the mysteries of the galaxy, of the Force itself

He had a run-in with a sith holocron in his youth, when he was freshly knighted and very self-assured in his ability to stay in the Light. He thought he could study it without being corrupted, but was wrong. The secret of that holocron haunts him to this day.

He couldn't bring himself to destroy it. He tells himself it's because he fears destroying the holocron would release the spirit within and allow it free, but really... it contains so much knowledge, if he could just learn how to keep the Dark at bay, he could learn so much. The thought of permanently destroying that potential knowledge was too much for him to bear. Instead, he called on someone to hide it for him.

After ten years of silence between them, he contacted his twin brother to get him to take the holocron away and hide it where no one would find it. That was 30 years ago, and he hasn't seen his brother since.

He never planned on taking on a padawan, but when he meets Dipper on a visit to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, he is immediately charmed. Dipper reminds him so much of himself, at that age; strong in the force, rooted in the Light, and fiercely intelligent. He wants to train him, to teach him everything he's learned about the Force (he wants to give him the opportunities that Ford never had, after being repudiated).

Stanley Pines, notorious space pirate

Grew up in the Jedi temple on Coruscant, alongside his twin brother. Where Ford was seen as having incredible potential, Stan was... not. He was less outwardly powerful in the force, no good at meditation or finding 'serenity', and his emotions tended to run hot. The people of the Order generally thought he wasn't fit for the life of a Jedi.

When Ford accepts an apprenticeship with Master Jheselbraum, Stan manages to find a master as well, though one not nearly as famous or accomplished as Master Jess.

Years later, when a mission goes terribly wrong, and a huge misunderstanding occurs, Stan is thrown out of the Order for fear that he's falling to the Dark side.

He does what he has to in order to survive; he becomes a drifter, he stows away on ships and works with pirates, he scams and does menial labor, he runs spice for a bit. He ends up wanted in various parts of the galaxy for various different crimes. He eventually manages to get his hands on a small spacecraft, which he lives out of for a few years.

When Ford reaches out and contacts him, Stan drops everything to go to his brother, hopeful for reconciliation. It doesn't go over well, when he realizes what Ford wants. Arguments are had, strong words exchanged, and Stan leaves with the artifact his brother wants him to hide. (He destroys it instead) (What Ford doesn't know won't hurt him)

30 years later, Stan is a fairly successful pirate captain. His crew is small, but effective, and they make enough to take care of themselves. Stan has found something that resembles belonging, in his little crew. The finality of his last interaction with his brother causes him to lose hope for reconciliation, but it also leaves him open to forging new bonds.

When he and his crew board a rival pirate gang's ship, looking to take back the credits they rightfully scored on a successful scam, they end up finding a small group of kids. It's Mabel, and her new friends: Candy, Grenda, and Gideon. Stan and his crew take in the kids, trying to figure out a good way to return them to their families without also being caught by law enforcement.

#gravity falls #sw!gravity falls au #i have. so many thoughts about their backstory #also. if you're wondering why Ford's journal is still a physical paper book instead of a data pad or something #i will remind you that this man took an oil lantern on an underground expedition instead of a flashlight #and he did so PURELY for the vibes #in the gravity falls canon #no way is he typing out his observations. he's still using a quill and ink for these books sci-fi universe or not #it's about The Aesthetic for him #anyway #Stan gets to keep the red jacket cause it slays #i love the fluffy hood it's so silly #my posts #my art

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kinardcopter63701 · 1 year ago

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You Look So Pretty, Pretty Like The Sun - Chapter 2

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Buck wiped away the sweat from his forehead on a small towel between his sets. Despite the AC blasting at full power, the gym still felt stiflingly hot. The weights beside him were slightly heavier than what he typically lifted. With the wedding right around the corner, Buck had been making the most of any free time by hitting the gym. And if he harbored a secret desire to look extra good for his date, who could blame him?

Buck knew they were pretty similar in height but he was nearly certain Tommy was actually stronger than him. He attributed it to Muay Thai. Speaking of Muay Thai, he really needed to stop imagining Tommy in the ring, his skin glistering, only in a pair of shorts and boxing gloves. His Google search history became much more interesting since they started to hang out.

Buck lifted his phone off the floor again, checking if he missed any messages while he was lifting. Throwing the towel over his shoulder, he leaned back against the seat. The pretense that he wasn't checking the phone every moment he could was long forgotten. Both he and Tommy had a day off and had been texting since Buck crawled out of bed for a cup of coffee.

Things between him and Tommy were good. Almost too good. His past relationships were never this peaceful or easy. Since their reconciliation a couple of days ago, they fell into a rhythm. In his previous relationships, Buck always felt like his partners took offense if he didn't talk to them constantly at work or if he would lose time hanging out with the team after work. With Tommy it was different. Sharing a similar job, he knew how hectic the days were. More importantly, he understood the team dynamic. They texted when they could without expectation of an immediate reply. Their conversations never had a beginning or an end, and often with different amounts of hours in between, especially when Tommy was piloting. However when they were off, Buck was glued to his phone.

Buck grinned as he looked at the chat. He was getting bolder, adding more winky emojis to his texts and teasing Tommy more often. Despite still blushing like a teenage girl in front of the man, he considered that progress. And judging by Tommy's reactions, it seemed like he was enjoying it too. The last message Buck sent was a selfie of himself in front of the mirror, making sure to pose in a way that showed off his muscles. He really needed to thank Eddie for telling him about lighting all the way back when he first joined the 118. Tommy had responded with a series of fire emojis, and asked which gym he used. Buck placed his phone back down, eager for the man to reply.

He was in the middle of bench pressing as someone approached him from the side.

"Need a spotter?" A familiar voice called out, causing Buck to do a double take, his arms faltering for a second. He quickly recovered and clinked the barbell back into place. Tommy stood beside him, wearing a pair of blue shorts and a black, very fitting vest top. Shamelessly, Buck ogled at the man, his eyes glancing up and down a few times.

"Tommy!" He grinned widely. "What are you doing here? I thought you had errands to run."

"Well, a cute guy changed my mind." Tommy replied, winking playfully and eyed the equipment. "Mind if we share?"

"Be my guest," Buck said, stepping away from the bench and giving it a quick wipe. He couldn't help but emit a half-groan as he watched Tommy bend down to grab another set of plates, offering him an excellent view. The sly smirk on Tommy's face suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Ready to actually do some work?" Tommy teased, adding the weights to the barbell. Buck chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're on, old man."

An hour and a cold shower later, Buck sighed happily as his muscles tingled, the cool water had washed away the fatigue of their intense workout. He was pleased to learn that Tommy was just as competitive as him, the workout turning into a fun competition. They ended their workout on a treadmill where Tommy had utterly beat his ass in endurance.

As he dried his hair with a towel, Buck caught sight of Tommy openly staring at him in the mirror. His heart quickened at the intensity of Tommy's gaze, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he met the other man's eyes.

"What?" Buck asked, shifting under his gaze. The semi-public space added to the nerves and excitement.

"Nothing, just you're quite the sight," Tommy replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Buck's brain short-circuited for a moment.

"Let's grab some lunch," Tommy added casually, as if he didn't just openly flirt in a men's locker room. He threw the duffel bag over his shoulder, and Buck quickly grabbed his stuff, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he fell into step beside Tommy, feeling like a lovesick puppy in the best possible way.

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After coming out to his sister and his best friend, it became easier to talk about this newly discovered part of himself. There were only a select number of people he did want to tell, and he was determined to do it before the wedding. In part, he didn't want to make Maddie and Chimney's big day about him, a distant echo of his parents' voices ringing in his mind. Mostly, he just wanted to have a nice night with Tommy among his closest friends, unspoiled by awkward corrections that Tommy isn't just his friend, but his date. He knew that Tommy wouldn't correct it if someone did make that assumption, wouldn't out him; he was too considerate for that.

Buck told Chimney when he announced he needed a plus one to the wedding. He rolled his eyes, remembering the smug grin on Chimney's face, all too pleased that he was a matchmaker. After teasing him for a while, Chimney clasped Buck's shoulder and declared that there was no way Tommy would be going to his bachelor's party. He added something about 'over my dead body' would there be lovebirds pining in his face on his last night as a single man.

On one of the quieter shifts, Buck was helping Hen load up an ambulance. It was pretty quiet in the station when the words came to him. He didn't explain in much detail, just a simple 'I kissed a guy' was enough. She gave him a knowing smile and pulled him into a hug. Then, she proceeded to roast him about Tommy for the next fifteen minutes.

He hesitated to tell Bobby and Athena. Not because he expected a negative reaction; after all, they had come together because Michael was brave enough to share that hidden part of himself. Buck knew they accepted him fully and had no doubt they'd do the same to him. It was a different kind of anxiety. The kind he imagined people felt when introducing someone they're seeing to their parents. That was an experience he never had. When he was younger and girls started showing interest, he was too caught up in hormones to commit to just one long enough to bring home. Besides, his parents wouldn't have cared even if he did.

Sure, Bobby and Athena met and interacted with his past girlfriends before. Buck never asked what they thought of them, never asked for their approval. He was younger back then, did what he wanted, saw who he wanted. He didn't need anyone's approval. They didn't question him when those relationships inevitably crashed and burned; they were simply there. Whether it was celebrating his proudest achievements, scolding him for his reckless behavior, or keeping vigil by his bedside after yet another close call with death, they were always nearby.

He knew he wasn't their kid, he was in his thirties for crying out loud. Yet, during countless family dinners, moments at work, and various celebrations, he would catch glimpses of domesticity and would briefly imagine that he was their kid. He could envision that this was how it felt to be loved by parents.

He wanted them to like Tommy. It was a strange feeling, wanting to bring someone home and introduce them. Deep down, he desired to do it properly, but it was way too soon for that. They were still getting to know each other, without labels or exclusivity. Well, they were exclusive on Buck's side, but they hadn't had the conversation yet, so he didn't want to presume.

For now, he would settle for introducing him as his date for the wedding.

"Buck!" Athena exclaimed as she answered the door, surprise evident on her face as she opened it wider to let him in. "What did you do?"

"Can't I come over without being accused of doing something?" Buck asked with mock hurt, flashing a playful smile.

"You're always up to something," Athena chuckled.

"I'm not intruding, am I?" He asked, wanting to make sure. He could totally come over another time.

"Of course not, come. Coffee is on the counter." With that she glanced at Bobby, communicating something Buck couldn't decipher and walked off.

Bobby was in the living room and greeted him warmly. With a coffee in his hand, Buck sat down on the couch. They talked for a bit, catching up on one of the calls they had the other day. Buck tried to pay attention to the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. He wondered what the best way to bring it up was, feeling his mouth go dry as he glanced down at his mug. Eventually, Bobby, sensing Buck's distraction, asked what was on his mind.

"I, uh," Buck began, biting his lip nervously. "I have a date. For the wedding."

"Really? Is she someone we know?" Bobby asked curiously, perhaps sensing there was more to the conversation.

The silence stretched out. Buck finally raised his eyes to Bobby, trying to find the words. Bobby tilted his head.

"Is he someone we know?" Bobby tried again, his tone softening.

"Yeah, it's, uh, Tommy." Buck finally managed to say.

"Wow."

"Wow?" Buck frowned, his stomach dropping.

"No! Not like that!" Bobby was quick to correct it. "More like I should have realized you two would hit it off."

"Yeah, we hit it off alright. Is… is that weird?" Buck asked tentatively.

"Why would it be weird?" Bobby responded, genuine confusion in his voice.

"I uh, I don't know." Buck sighed, rubbed his face and rose up. He pointed towards the kitchen. Eager to change the subject. "Forget I said anything. Want to grab something to eat? I'm starving."

"Buck," Bobby stopped him, rising and clasping a hand on his shoulder. "I've known you since you were wet behind your ears. I've watched you go from a reckless kid to a great man. And, while I'd appreciate it if you would stop giving me heart attacks with the stunts you pull on the job, your heart has always been in the right place. So if you're happy, then that's all that matters to me."

A lump formed in Buck's throat, and he blinked back sudden tears. Before he could react, Bobby pulled him into a hug. After a moment of surprise, Buck hugged him back.

"I'm proud of you kid," Bobby added softly, loud enough only for him to hear.

"Thanks, Bobby." Buck managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion.

They pulled away, with Bobby giving his shoulder a final squeeze. Buck cleared his throat, a smile breaking out.

Athena's voice interrupted their moment, teasing and light-hearted.

"Ain't you two looking cozy. Anything interesting to share?"

Buck glanced at Bobby, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "I, uh, was telling Bobby about bringing Tommy to the wedding. As my date. Uh, the pilot that helped us find you."

"I'm impressed Buck," Athena grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's his name?"

"Tommy Kinard." Buck replied and watched her pull out her phone and type it in. "Wait, are you doing a background search on him?!"

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Kissing Tommy was quickly becoming Buck's favourite thing to do. They were at his loft, hanging out in the kitchen as Buck was still without a couch. His parents had gotten one for him, but it was more aesthetically pleasing than comfortable, and after a 24-hour shift, it pissed Buck off and he sold it the next morning. He had yet to buy a new couch.

As they waited for their Italian takeaway to arrive, conversation flowed easily between them but his attention was drifting, unable to resist stealing glances at Tommy's lips. Sensing Buck's gaze, Tommy flashed a knowing smile before taking hold of Buck's chin, and guided their lips together in for a kiss. Buck's breath hitched in his throat as their lips met, his hands instinctively finding their way to Tommy's waist, pulling him closer. As the seconds passed, Buck's confidence grew and he licked at the bottom of Tommy's lip. Tommy hummed in encouragement, parting his lips, his hands roaming over Buck's back.

Their kiss grew more passionate, more urgent and before he knew it, Tommy grabbed at his legs and hoisted Buck on top of the counter. A surprised gasp escaped Buck as he instinctively grabbed at Tommy for support. Tommy took the opportunity and slotted himself in between Buck's legs, wrapping them around himself.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Buck groaned out, his voice thick and eyes half-lidded with desire.

"You haven't seen anything yet, baby." Tommy grinned, planting another kiss on his lips. He didn't let Buck deepen the kiss, instead trailed light kisses down his cheek and neck. Buck gasped in pleasure at the nibbles along his neck, causing his body to jolt into Tommy's when he sucked a particularly sensitive spot. Tommy's hand on his leg tightened, grounding him.

Buck flinched, startled, as a series of loud knocks on the door interrupted them. Tommy let out a frustrated sigh, briefly nibbling on Buck's neck once more, before reluctantly pulling away.

"I'll get it," Tommy muttered, his eyes still dark with desire. He glanced at Buck's lips and quickly kissed him again, before moving away to get the door. As Tommy's back turned to him, Buck took a moment to catch his breath and ensure his legs hadn't turned to jelly. With a sheepish smile, Buck adjusted his jeans, feeling the warmth creeping into his cheeks.

Tommy managed to get rid of the delivery guy at a record speed and brought the pizza box to the table that was already set. Buck pulled out two beers from the fridge and joined him.

"I tried to get you in, but Chimney was adamant that it's not a bachelor party if we are making out in a corner instead of partying," Buck said as he brought the beer to his lips.

"Wise man, I can barely keep my hands off you." Tommy sent him a flirty smile. Buck was getting a suspicion that this smooth fucker said things on purpose to make him blush.

"Also, Athena ran a background search on you," Buck blurted out before his mind caught up with him. Probably not the best thing to say. "I mean, I told Bobby about us and she asked so you know. Told her as well."

"Really?" Tommy raised his eyebrow in amusement. "Should I be worried?"

"Not unless you have something to hide," Buck quipped playfully, his gaze locking with Tommy's.

"Not to my knowledge. But do let me know if I have to flee the country, I'll need time to prepare my chopper," Tommy chuckled, his demeanor relaxed as he grabbed another slice of pizza.

"Speaking of telling people about us." He continued. "Evan, are you absolutely sure about bringing me? It's a big step, even if I wasn't a man."

"Yeah, of course." Buck replied with a soft smile. "Besides, everyone who is important to me already knows you're my date. The rest can deal with it."

Tommy's gaze turned thoughtful as he considered Buck's response "What about your parents? I assume they will be there."

"I mean," Buck shrugged. "Something tells me that won't be the most disappointing thing I've done in their eyes even if they don't like it."

"Complicated history?" He guessed. They hadn't really discussed their parents or their relationships with them.

"Something like that.," Buck brushed it off. He didn't really want to get into it. His own feelings towards parents were complex, and definitely not a conversation for a date night.

Tommy seemed to understand and didn't pry further.

"Well for what it's worth," Tommy's hand found Buck's on the table. "I can't wait to be shown off by you."

#911 abc #911 show #911 spoilers #evan buckley #buck x tommy #bucktommy #tommy kinard #ao3 #fanfic #kinkley #tuck #tevan

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danitm · 1 year ago

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wait, is that DANI CORDOVA? they kinda look a lot like LIZETH SELENE, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY-ONE year old is known as the RUNAWAY around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in THE TROUBLETONES which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re MELLOW, but don’t be fooled since they’re also AIMLESS. rumor has it, you can find them at GAY/STRAIGHT ALLIANCE when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around SMUDGED EYELINER, THE SOFT STRUMMING OF AN OLD GUITAR, & A BODY LITTERED WITH TATTOOS OF UNSPOKEN MEMORIES but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

auditioning with: good luck, babe! by chappell roan 🎵

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full name: danielle elena cordvova

nicknames: dani

gender: gender fluid

pronouns: she/they

sexuality: lesbian

age: 21

date of birth: january 23rd

zodiac sign: aquarius

clubs & teams: the troubletones, gsa

major: music performance

headcanons.

at the age of seventeen, dani's life was abruptly turned upside down when her parents discovered one of the many secrets she'd been keeping from them, before she had a chance to even consider opening up about it herself. rather than stay behind and deal with the consequences, she packed a bag, left town, and finally opened herself up to the freedom of being her true self.

along that journey of self discovery, danielle became dani - a name that feels just far more her, and along with a new name, began to freely label themselves as both a lesbian and gender fluid, refusing to let the opinions of anyone - including those she once loved - get in her way of happiness.

it's been almost five years since she first left her family, and though she still isn't quite sure she's really found her true home just yet, mckinley has been a pretty solid temporary one. she's managed to make friends, ones who accept her for who she is, and though she hasn't managed to work through everything her parents put into her head... it's a work in progress, and every day that she gets to live life without feeling like she has to hide is a million times better than the closet she'd been trapped in for so long.

wanted connections.

ex (open to f/nb) - could be messy, or could be on good terms! 0/1-2 taken 💔

crush (open to f/nb) - could be either sided or mutual, i'm down for whatever! (could also be open to a male muse if it's one sided on their end and you want their heart to be broken lol) 1/1-2 taken ☺️ jane hayward

best friend (open to anyone) - probably someone chill, though it could definitely be a thing where they sort of balance each other out! 1/1 taken 👯 brittany pierce

band (open anyone) - i would love for dani to be in a little garage band! i'm thinking it'll be a new thing that's just getting started, probably somewhere between 4-6 members total, but there's also room for things like a manager role/artistic director/etc. dani would be on guitar and backing vocals, but all other parts are up for grabs! 1/4-6 taken 🎸 noah puckerman (bassist)

enemy (open to anyone) - enemy might be a little bit of a strong term here, but basically just something where, for whatever reason, these two just don't get along. maybe they just got off on the wrong foot, maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding, whatever! there can definitely be reconciliation later down the line, and maybe even a friendship can blossom out of it. 1/1 taken 🤬 finn hudson

one night stand (open to f/nb) - maybe it was something that went poorly and now they avoid each other in hopes of not having to deal with another awkward interaction, or maybe they both realized the connection simply wasn't there and it never went past that one date, but it's something they can laugh about now! 0/1 taken 🫠

friends with benefits (open to f/nb) - pretty self explanatory. maybe there's something more there, maybe not! 1/1-3 taken 🔥 bree brown

roommates (open to anyone) - note: i'm not sure if the campus allows co-ed dorming so this might just be for f/nb muses. dani dorms on campus. i'm cool with this being something where they signed up to room together, or randomly assigned. now in an off campus apartment with bree! 1/1-2 taken 🛏️ bree brown

#wmacintro #( off to the movies but i wanted to get this up before then! )

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fayedartmouth · 3 months ago

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I was tagged by @disappearingq and I'm always down for this stuff.

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wips that starts with each letter of your word. My word is RUNS

R: From Best of a Bad Deal Book Three (after a fight between JJ and Kie)

Reconciliation is a quiet thing. It’s gentle and uncertain, like they’re both feeling their way. JJ offers to help too much; Kiara declines too readily. The give and take is not quite in the rhythm it used to be as they both get comfortable with each other again.

It feels stronger, though. Honestly, it’s almost invigorating. Because they’re stronger together, and they know it better than ever when they’re apart. It’s grounding, in the end. To know that they’ve made the right choice in each other – and it is a choice. They made it, each of them, and it’s not about Kiara’s parents and it’s not about JJ’s cancer. It’s because they love each other. Plain and simple.

They love each other.

And the rest of the pieces will fall where they may.

U: From the fix-it, later in the fic, a scene with Luke at JJ's bedside in the hospital.

Unmoving; some damn still life portrait.

Not the rambunctious toddler who always ran away. Not the little shit eight year old who climbed every tree. Not the asshole 13 year old who snuck off with his friends every chance he got.

Groff had murdered them all, it seemed. And what was left–

The alarm pinged again, and this time, Luke saw it. A light flashing on the vitals readout. The heart rate looked the same, but he couldn’t place what was wrong.

“JJ?” he said, as if the kid was going to answer. For his part, JJ didn’t move. Not even a flicker. There was no sign of distress – just the ongoing weight of his recovery.

Luke swallowed – and then it blared again.

“Shit,” he said, shaking his head. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he didn’t like it. And honestly, he wasn’t taking chances.

He’d brought JJ to this hospital for treatment.

So, <i>fine</i>.

He grappled for the cords at the side of JJ’s bed until he found it. The call button.

He pressed it.

The monitor blared again.

Luke pressed the damn thing harder. Repeatedly.

N: From a random future fic (set loosely in the fix-it verse) when all the Pogues are in a car accident. Note: this is not the same car accident fic I've been posting on weekends. It's something entirely different.

Next to her, Sarah made a strange strangled noise as her hand went to her mouth. Kiara’s fingers gripped the wall as her body went numb.

“What’s happening?” Cleo demanded. “Hey!”

“It’s JJ,” Kiara said, his name falling from her numb lips. She could only watch as one of the doctors mounted the gurney, straddling JJ as they rolled forward, starting vigorous chest compression. Another nurse was pressing air into JJ’s lungs.

They moved quickly, bringing the gurney to the room opposite of Cleo’s, pausing to turn it, giving them full view of JJ.

Face washed of color. Lips dark. Dark bruising up on down his side. Looking more dead than alive.

The horror coalesced. Then settled. As they pushed him into the room.

The helplessness was almost overwhelming, as she struggled to make sense of it. “It’s JJ.”

S: from a random now very AU fic in which Luke comes back when JJ and Kie are happy and tests JJ's boundaries. It ends poorly.

Shoupe is immediately concerned, his body going just a little stiff. “He’s armed?” he asks, a little breathless and strained. His face tightens, and he locks eyes with John B. “We need to find him. I can put out a BOLO – hell, an APB, if it’ll get us results.”

“What the hell?” Kiara yells. She’s seething. “JJ isn’t dangerous.”

Her defense if JJ is understandable. She’s not wrong.

But she is also not right.

Shoupe isn’t worried about JJ hurting someone else.

John B wishes the feeling in his gut were different. He wishes that he could think JJ was fine. He wishes that the missing gun didn’t mean what he thought.

JJ wouldn’t shoot anyone.

But he’s never thought of himself as someone. JJ is reckless and impulsive and he’s in shock.

The last thing JJ needs right now is a gun in his hands.

“Kie,” he says, voice taut as he makes her look at him. “That’s not what we’re saying.”

She takes a heavy breath, face still red. ��But what—“

“Kiara,” he says, aware that Shoupe is watching, poised and ready to act. “JJ just killed his dad. JJ isn’t thinking clearly. He’s scared and he’s grieving and he’s not thinking. And he has a gun.”

The color drains from her face just that face. Wide eyes, she shakes her head. The anger gives way to denial. To fear. “He wouldn’t.”

Shoupe’s expression, though, is just this side of tortured. “If he’s not in right mind, though–” he ventures, but he lets the words hang. He shakes his head, brow furrowing in earnest now. “Where did he go?”

Kiara inhales raggedly, running her hand through her hair as she gestures helplessly. “I have no idea! He wasn’t really communicating by that point.”

JJ’s already lost shit, that much is clear. Kiara is just about there, too. And Shoupe – there’s not a hell of a lot Shoupe can do except call the coroner.

But John B knows.

Right?

John B knows everything about JJ. He knows how he thinks; he knows his hideouts. He knows JJ’s vices and weaknesses.

“I have an idea,” he says, because now’s not the time to play nice.

Now’s not the time to worry about JJ’s privacy. Not when he’s worried about JJ’s life. If Luke is lying there dead, there's no time to waste.

I never know how to tag/who to tag. LOL, so if you want to do it, just let me know and I'll throw a word your way.

#my asks

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ylojgtr · 1 year ago

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i've been mulling over tales of the empire and overall i think im very happy with the series. when morgan elsbeth first showed up i thought she was just another one-note imperial warlord, but through ahsoka and now especially tales i have become much more of a fan. how she deals with her clan's genocide was tragic in ahsoka but is just heart wrenching here

barriss was one of my favourite characters in tcw and even though i still think the terrorist arc could have been built up to better and less...uh, racist, i still find it to be an essential and interesting part of ahsoka's story. my only major disappointment with tales of the empire was how vader was handled. im not one to get upset at frivolous or over-the-top uses of vader, i loved him in rogue one and force unleashed etc., since he's objectively cool as fuck and people are entitled to their interpretations. but barriss betrayed ahsoka. and i don't believe for an instant that anakin, even when vader has taken over, would let anyone get away with hurting his padawan.

i decided a long time ago (since we've been waiting so fucking long to see barriss again) that in my hc, barriss *was* recruited to be an inquisitor during the chaos of order 66, as so many people speculated, but that vader immediately tried to kill her upon meeting her the first time. because i love her i decided she did escape, having to recon with her desire for the jedi to fall having come true in the worst possible way.

i imagined barriss further developing a connection to the dark side but using it to combat the empire. there are already so many jedi and thinking of ezra and luke's brief dark side uses i thought it would be sick to see that in full force against sheev & co. i think it would also fit perfectly into her development, if done right, going from highly rule-oriented healer to violent idealistic refugee to finding some kind of peace as a freedom fighter operating somewhere in between. i imagined her learning from the empire and reflections on her bombing that terror is not usually a very good way to spread a message, but still believing that violence can be used for good. sort of like a saw gerrera type but with less of the extreme ends justify the means mentality. hell she could even join saw gerrera's cell that would be sick.

(and of course she'd have to meet up with ahsoka again and YES they still have feelings for each other imagine the romantic tension, the memories of betrayal, the possible reconciliation but impossible circumstances both externally (war) and internally (opposing worldviews)...the potential encounters where they repeatedly end up with the same target but believing there to be two best ways of dealing with it but the TENSION...FUCK i need this)

anyway i like the idea of force users who are ""good"" (like in barriss's case, having strong conviction for justice) but don't strictly use the light side of the force or don't adhere to the jedi code. of course, since this is filoni we're talking about, everyone he previously claimed to "not be a jedi" just ends up being a jedi again 😐

not that i even mind this, i like the end of tales of the empire and am still excited to see what becomes of barriss (assuming she survives, which based on everyone else we've seen stabbed like that recently she probably will) (<not a slight against how lightsabers are being used, i honestly don't care that much it's fantasy). my one big complaint is that we didn't get to see what vader does with barriss.

when the trailer came out i actually thought my dreams were coming true! they show vader walking past her and i was so excited to see his reaction...and then he just sits there. he looks great, but...idk i hope we get to see more of that later on. im just happy to finally see barriss again

#star wars #tales of the empire #morgan elsbeth #barriss offee #barrissoka #i NEED barriss and ahsoka to interact again #another long star wars rant only i care about ❤️#head canon

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thatscarletflycatcher · 6 months ago

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(Disclaimer yes yes I have been reading Gaskell + MacIntyre too much for too long and too consistently, yada, yada)

The whole context and discourse surrounding the shooting of the United Healthcare CEO encapsulates so much of the issues of Morality as the morality of current western societies, it fascinates me.

MacIntyre has been arguing for several decades now that Morality, that is, the common basis of general moral rules and forms of moral reasoning that are treated as natural and self-evident in our context, are a Frankenstein of simplified Kantism and simplified Utilitarianism. This event illustrates this to a T because it highlights one of its points of collision. "There are actions that are strictly forbidden without exception and regardless of circumstances" and "the maximization of happiness for the biggest number of people is a primary principle of action" coexist uneasily in every day life, but stick out sharply in this situation. "Murder is always wrong and unjustifiable" and "the killing of a murderer as an attempt to reduce deadly harm by way of intimidation is a justifiable action" seem almost like textbook illustrations of those general systems of ethics.

The similarities between the current case and the plot of Gaskell's Mary Barton, on the other hand illustrate what has fascinated me about Gaskell's moral vision ever since I started reading her. She, like us, lives in the world of Morality. Mary Barton could have been a novel about the moral dilemma that the murder of Carson Jr. presents in isolation. But for Gaskell, the first error in the moral appraisal of such a situation (as would have been the murder of Thomas Ashton) is precisely that framing of the moral reasoning.

In Mary Barton Gaskell is interested in knowing what leads a man to murder another man, and in consequence presents a diagnosis of a diseased community in which greed (what MacIntyre in the Aristotelian tradition calls pleonexia, acquisitiveness) reigns supreme and all lines of dialogue in pursuit of the common good are broken down. The murder becomes an inevitability; the structure of sin breeds the personal sin (this is an idea that shows up again in the French Revolution chapters of My Lady Ludlow).

She's also interested in the "what now?". In Carson and John Barton's reconciliation, Gaskell essays a first answer of a theme that will recur later on in, for example, North and South, which is the recognition of the humanity of the other. Both men have lost their sons; Barton lost his to the actions of Carson's class, and Carson lost his to Barton's hand. They are identified in pain and grief and so humanized, and this humanization brings some modicum of hope for the future because it reopens in some way the conversation about the common good that is to be achieved by all humans in communities.

The sad implication here for the real life situation we are witnessing, is in the doubling down of the dehumanization of the other, more violently and more spitefully done by the side that has in its hands the power and money to control the media intended to shape public opinion. As the plea "he was a husband and a father too" is responded with what boils down to "why should I humanize someone who refused to humanize me and/or those who are like me?", the first side responds by doubling down in the dehumanization of both shooter (cfr. attempts to paint him as irrational, delusional, etc) and the people whose plight he meant to channel (the new CEO of United Healthcare declaring that the company seeks to reject even more claims in future), circling back and ending with the full blast celebration and exaltation of pleonexia in an op-ed that proposes and defends that Brian Thompson is actually the working class hero, the role model to be followed.

The picture this paints for the future, if MacIntyre and Gaskell are right, is bleak.

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Palestinian factions including rivals Hamas and Fatah have signed an agreement on “ending division and strengthening Palestinian unity” in Beijing, China said Tuesday.

The announcement followed reconciliation talks hosted by China involving 14 Palestinian factions starting Sunday, according to China’s Foreign Ministry, which come as Israel wages war against militant group Hamas in Gaza and as Beijing has sought to present itself as a potential peace broker in the conflict.

Chinese Foreign Minister Wang Yi said the agreement was “dedicated to the great reconciliation and unity of all 14 factions.”

“The core outcome is that the PLO (Palestine Liberation Organization) is the sole legitimate representative of all Palestinian people,” Wang said, adding that “an agreement has been reached on post-Gaza war governance and the establishment of a provisional national reconciliation government.”

It was unclear from Wang’s comments what role Hamas, which is not part of the PLO, would play in such an arrangement, or what the immediate impact of any deal would be. The talks were held as the future governance of Palestinian territories remains in question following Israel’s repeated vow to eradicate Hamas in response to the group’s October 7 terrorist attack on its territory.

The PLO is a coalition of parties that signed a peace treaty with Israel in 1993, and formed a new government in the Palestinian Authority (PA).

Fatah dominates both the PLO and the PA, the interim Palestinian government that was established in the Israeli-occupied West Bank after the 1993 agreement known as the Oslo Accords was signed. Hamas was not party to the accords and does not recognize Israel.

Mustafa Barghouti, president of the Palestinian National Initiative, who was at the Beijing talks, said “all the parties” have agreed that they should join the PLO, and that the organization is the only legitimate representative of the Palestinians.

There is a long history of bitter enmity between Hamas and Fatah. The two sides have tried – and failed – multiple times to reach an agreement to unite the two separate Palestinian territories under one governance structure, with a 2017 agreement quickly folding in violence.

The PA held administrative control over Gaza until 2007, after Hamas won the 2006 legislative elections in the occupied territories and expelled it from the strip. Since then, Hamas has ruled Gaza and the PA governs parts of the West Bank.

Hamas and Fatah signed a reconciliation agreement in Cairo in October 2017 under pressure from the Arab states, led by Egypt. Under the deal, a new unity government was supposed to take administrative control of Gaza two months later, ending a decade of rivalry that began when Hamas violently evicted the Palestinian Authority from Gaza in 2007.

But the deal’s lofty aspirations quickly collapsed. When Palestinian Authority Prime Minister Rami Hamdallah visited Gaza in March 2018, he was the target of an assassination attempt when a bomb detonated near his convoy. Hamdallah’s Fatah party immediately blamed Hamas for the attack.

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💐 The Fascinating Origin and History of Mother's Day

The Ancient Roots of Honoring Mothers

Mother’s Day is a holiday we celebrate every year to show our appreciation for the mothers and motherly figures in our lives. But how did Mother’s Day actually come to be? The history of Mother’s Day involves both ancient and modern traditions.

Mother-honoring traditions have deep roots in ancient cultures around the world. Many ancient religions and civilizations revered a mother goddess – a powerful female deity who represented motherhood, fertility, and the life-giving forces of nature.

The Venus of Hohle Fels is the oldest undisputed example of a depiction of a human being and is believed to represent a fertility goddess. The figurine is made of mammoth ivory that was unearthed in 2008 in Hohle Fels, a cave near Schelklingen, Germany, within the Swabian Jura United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) World Heritage Site. It’s dated to between 38,000 and 33,000 BCE, which is associated with the earliest presence of Cro-Magnon humans, the first early modern humans, in Europe.

The worship of mother goddesses was still prevalent tens of thousands of years later in Mesopotamian, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, and other ancient civilizations. Some of the most well-known ancient mother goddess figures include Isis in Egypt, Cybele in Anatolia, Demeter in Greece, and Juno in Rome.

These mother goddess figures were celebrated through festivals, rituals, and temple worship ceremonies. These events often included pilgrimages and elaborate offerings that honored the sacred role of motherhood in sustaining life and the maternal activities of creation, nourishment, and protection.

Reverence for mother goddesses laid important groundwork for the modern celebrations of Mother's Day and the honoring of mothers in many cultures today. Understanding these ancient origins can provide context and meaning to how we continue to celebrate and appreciate mothers in the present day.

Modern History of the Mother's Day Holiday

Mother’s Day is unique in that it has a totally feminist history. The idea of Mother’s Day started taking shape in America in 1868 when social activist and leader of a West Virginia women's group Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis created “Mothers’ Friendship Day.”

Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis brought mothers together from both sides of the Civil War to promote peace and reconciliation. She conducted meetings and workshops where mothers discussed health, hygiene, proper care, and welfare of mothers and children.

She also started “Mother's Day Work Clubs” to raise money to buy medicine and provide assistance to poor families who were suffering from high mortality rates due to disease. These clubs were a huge success and soon spread all across the country.

In 1870, Julia Ward Howe wrote the Mother’s Day Proclamation as a mother's response to the American Civil War. Her proclamation called on women to use their positions as mothers to influence society to end all wars. She advocated for women to fight against the unjust violence of war through their roles as mothers and protest the futility of their sons killing other mothers’ sons.

Howe wrote: We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy, and patience. We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.

In 1905, Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis died. Her daughter, Anna Maria Jarvis held a memorial for her in Grafton, West Virginia which was attended by over 400 people. Anna Maria Jarvis was inspired by her mother's work in organizing women's groups dedicated to social causes to begin working for establishment of an official national day of honor for all mothers.

Anna Maria Jarvis started a letter-writing campaign to prominent political and business figures, urging them to support a national Mother's Day holiday. Her efforts paid off when in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson signed a proclamation declaring the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. This official recognition of Mother's Day made it a US national holiday.

The first official Mother's Day was celebrated in the US on May 9th, 1914. The holiday quickly grew in popularity and has flourished ever since, thanks in no small part to the flower industry. The owners of the Florists Review business journal publicly admitted to their desire to exploit the holiday. Anna Maria Jarvis, on the other hand, vehemently opposed the commercialization of Mother’s Day.

Anna Maria Jarvis’ original intent for Mother’s Day was to honor and appreciate the sacrifices and struggles of mothers and to recognize mothers’ contributions to society and their families.

Anna Maria Jarvis spent the remainder of her life trying to return Mother’s Day to its original, more modest roots. She was arrested for protesting the sale of flowers and even petitioned to prevent the creation of a Mother’s Day postage stamp.

The spirit of Mother’s Day envisioned by Jarvis, although weakened by commercialization, is still definitely alive today in that it remains a symbol of the enduring bond between mothers and their children.

How Mother's Day Became a Global Tradition

The celebration of Mother’s Day in modern times has spread from the US to other countries, including Canada, Australia, Mexico, and more.

Mother's Day is observed on different dates globally, though the most common date is the second Sunday in May. Italy celebrates Mother’s Day on the first Sunday in May. Other countries like the United Kingdom and Ireland celebrate their version of Mother’s Day, “Mothering Sunday,” on the third Sunday before Easter.

Across the world, Mother's Day traditions often include the giving of cards, flowers, treats. and other gifts. Family gatherings, special meals, and acts of service are also common ways to honor mothers on Mother’s Day. Some countries have unique customs, like Mexico’s Dia de las Madres celebration.

While the specific rituals may differ, the core purpose of Mother's Day in all countries is to recognize and appreciate the vital role that mothers play in our lives and communities.

Honoring Mothers in Modern Times

While some traditional Mother's Day traditions such as handmade crafts and homemade meals remain popular today, others have evolved to reflect the changing dynamics of family life and societal norms. It’s still celebrated, though, as a day to honor those women who’ve worked so hard and who’ve sacrificed so selflessly to raise us to become decent human beings.

The range of Mother's Day gift ideas is expanding, catering to the diverse interests and needs of modern mothers. From tech-savvy gadgets to personalized jewelry, from self-care products to experiences like cooking classes or travel packages, the number of thoughtful and meaningful gifts is growing exponentially.

Modern Mother's Day celebrations often go beyond traditional gift giving. Many families now plan special outings, such as brunch at a favorite restaurant or a day of pampering at a spa. Other families organize activities like picnics, hikes, game nights, or trips to zoos or museums – all designed to allow mothers to spend quality time with their loved ones.

Animals Have Moms, Too

It’s undeniable that human moms go above and beyond for their kids, proving that mothers are really one of nature’s most giving and loving creations. But this unconditional love and care is not limited to the human world. We human beings don’t hold the patent on good parenting. The animal kingdom is full of moms who are just amazing!

While some animal moms neglect their offspring as soon as they lay their eggs, and others may even kill and eat them, there are many animal moms on the other side of the spectrum who go to great lengths to keep their children safe!

Where survival is the biggest challenge right from the start, these animal moms take extraordinary steps to nurture and raise their babies. They feed their young, often at the expense of their own needs, and protect them – with ferocity, if necessary.

On this Mother's Day, let's explore some of the ways animal mothers nurture and care for their offspring:

1. Protection

One of the most obvious ways that animal moms protect their young is by physically shielding them from harm. This can take many forms, such as huddling together to stay warm in cold weather or by forming a circle around their young to protect them from predators. For instance, herds of elephant moms often form circles around their young to protect them from lions and hyenas. Kangaroo moms carry their vulnerable offspring in their pouches for several months, maintaining uninterrupted skin-to-skin contact. Panda moms constantly cradle their little ones to keep them close, as the cubs are born extremely tiny and fragile.

2. Camouflage

Another way that animal moms protect their young is by using camouflage. Many animals, such as deer and rabbits, have fur coats that blend in with their environment. This helps hide them from predators. In addition to camouflage, some animals, such as birds, squirrels, and apes, build nests high in trees or cliffs, where they’re difficult for predators to reach.

3. Teaching Them Life Skills

Animal moms teach and train their young to survive in the wild. This includes showing them how to find food and water, how to avoid predators, and how to navigate their environment. For example, lionesses teach their cubs how to hunt by allowing them to play with live captured prey. This helps the cubs develop their hunting skills and also teaches them the importance of teamwork.

4. Scent Markings

Many animals, including big cats like lions and tigers, use scent markings to protect their young. By marking their territory with their scent, they warn other animals to stay away and thus avoid potential conflicts. For example, a female tiger marks her territory with urine. Other tigers can tell by the scent whether she has cubs or not. If she has cubs, the other tigers know to stay away.

5. Relocation

Some animal mothers start to look out for their children even before they arrive. They'll migrate or move to an ideal environment for their children. For instance, salmon and arctic terns often migrate to find the best breeding grounds for their young ones with the fewest predators, cleanest environments, and most abundant food sources. Polar bear moms dig snow dens to protect their cubs from harsh Arctic winds and cold temperatures.

Here’s a look at five of the world’s many outstanding animal mothers who go the extra mile for their young:

African Elephant

Not only does an African elephant mom give birth to one of the largest babies on earth – about 200 pounds – but she also has to endure a 22-month pregnancy! That deserves an extra special Mother’s Day present from her calves. A new elephant mom gets lots of help in raising her young. Elephants live in matriarchal societies, so other females in her social group help her newborn calf to its feet and show it how to nurse. All of the females join the mother in regularly making affectionate contact with the calf. The older elephants will adjust the pace of the herd so the calf can keep up with them and also help teach the calf where to find edible plants and water.

Red Fox

A red fox mother dotes on her kits. She cares for them continuously for their first two weeks, relying on her mate to hunt and bring her food. If something happens to him, it makes life hard for her, but she doesn’t abandon them; she takes over the tasks of finding food and raising them alone. Otherwise, both she and her mate raise their young (usually five) together, teaching them hunting and other survival skills. Red foxes are playful parents, taking time to roll around and play with their kits. The father leaves in the fall. The kits leave when they’re six or seven months old, although females sometimes remain with their mother for a year.

Orangutan

The bond between an orangutan mother and her young is one of the strongest in nature. During the first two years of its life, a young orangutan relies entirely on its mother for both food and transportation. Mom stays with her young for six to seven years, teaching them where to find food, what and how to eat, and how and where to build a sleeping nest. Female orangutans are known to visit their mothers until they reach the age of 15 or 16.

Owl

Mother owls go to extraordinary lengths to keep their chicks well-fed. With super vision and super hearing, a mother owl can identify the slightest movement before she swoops down to grab her prey. Able to hear her chicks before they’re even hatched, a mother owl is always listening to her chicks; much like our dear moms.

Polar Bear

Polar bear mothers usually give birth to twin cubs that stick by her for about two years to learn the necessary survival skills in the cold climate. The mothers dig dens into deep snow drifts, creating a space to protect them from the elements. They usually give birth between November and January and keep the cubs warm and healthy using their body heat and milk. The cubs leave the den in March and April to get used to outside temperatures before learning to hunt.

Criticisms of Mother's Day

While Mother's Day is a widely celebrated holiday honoring mothers and motherhood, it's also faced criticism over the years.

Like many holidays, Mother’s Day isn’t unique in the sense that it suffers from over-commercialization to the point where much of its history has been stripped away.

Over time, the holiday has become increasingly commercialized, with businesses heavily promoting the sale of cards, flowers, gifts, and other products. This commercialization has led to backlash from many people who feel the true meaning of the holiday has been overshadowed by consumerism.

Critics argue that the pressure to buy expensive gifts and participate in elaborate celebrations takes away from the genuine appreciation and recognition of mothers – that we often end up spending more time and effort feeding money into a system that exploits our love for our mothers than actually celebrating them.

Additionally, the holiday has been criticized for excluding or marginalizing certain types of mothers, such as single mothers, adoptive mothers, lesbian and gay mothers, and those who've experienced pregnancy loss. There are also concerns that the holiday reinforces traditional gender roles and expectations involving motherhood.

In Julia Ward Howe’s 1870 Mother’s Day Proclamation, she called on women to use their positions as mothers to influence society to end all wars. She called for mothers to protest the futility of their sons killing other mothers’ sons.

And yet, 150 years on, our planet is still infected with multiple wars that continue to claim the lives of thousands of mothers’ sons and daughters. Are modern-day mothers protesting enough?

On this Mother’s Day, let’s remember that all mothers, all women, and all people have a stake in war and a responsibility to protest the incredible violence that so many victims around the world are suffering through.

Despite all of these criticisms, Mother's Day remains a significant cultural event, with millions of people around the world pausing to take the time to honor and appreciate the mothers in their lives. As the holiday continues to evolve, it will be important to find a balance between commercialization, activism, and the genuine, well-deserved celebration of motherhood.

Conclusion: Celebrating the Spirit of Motherhood

In conclusion, the history of Mother’s Day is a rich one, tracing back to ancient civilizations and evolving into a modern-day holiday that is celebrated around the world.

From the early efforts of an activist mother and her devoted activist daughter to the later support of political leaders, Mother’s Day has become a day to honor and appreciate mothers and motherly figures for the love and care they provide our families and communities. It’s a day to recognize the sacrifices that mothers make every day and to shower them with the appreciation and gratitude they deserve.

Mothers are the bedrock of our families, offering unwavering love, guidance, and support through every stage of our lives. Their selfless dedication and tireless efforts shape us into the individuals we eventually become. From the earliest moments of our existence to the milestones that define our growth, mothers are there, nurturing our dreams and championing our successes.

Motherhood is a testament to the power of the human spirit, embodying resilience, compassion, and an unbreakable bond that transcends time and distance. As we honor mothers everywhere, let’s celebrate the profound impact they have on our lives and the legacy they leave for our descendants. So, to all you mothers, thank you for always being there. Happy Mother’s Day – this day and every day! ☮️ Peace… Jamiese

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