#who knows when i will get these done for the other seasons

[wosospacegirl]

Sun, Sand, and Shenanigans - Arsenal teen!r x Ibiza version

Summary: Arsenal heads to Ibiza for vacation, and Y/n is already plotting all the chaos she can cause.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: just team banter!!!

Masterlist here

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The Emirate Stadium was sold out. Hundreds of people had come by to watch The Arsenal women’s final and most important day match of the season. It was a hard game, as it always was when they played against Chelsea.

Chelsea scored first, with  Cuthbert finding the net in the first half. In the second half, Beth scored. 1-1. Then Alessia. 2-1.

The referee blew the whistle. 90 minutes. The game was over and Arsenal had won the Women's Super League against their biggest rival at home. They’d done it. 

And that’s how the whole Arsenal team was flying private to Ibiza. The club had awarded the team with a two-week stay in one of Ibiza’s nicest resorts. To say Y/n and the other girl were over-excited would be unnecessary. 

Some girls, like Y/n, had never been to Ibiza before, while others–especially the Lionesses– were already familiar with the Mediterranean island.

Leah was in the window seat with earphones on, head resting on her chin as she watched the clouds pass by.  Beth was in the aisle seat, while Y/n was squished in the middle, in between the two senior players.

Y/n was more excited than ever. She had never been on a big vacation before—only taking planes for games or to visit her parents. Now, she had two whole weeks with nothing to worry about except beaches and getting a suntan.

Y/n still had school to do, but since it was all online and honestly, she wasn’t too concerned about it. All that mattered to her right now was the vacation the team had ahead of them was her biggest concern now. Y/n was eager to get to the resort, foot tapping against the plane’s grey flooring, a smile displayed on the young girl’s face.

“Can't you stop grinding?” Leah complained suddenly, taking off her earphones and turning to look at Y/n.  “You're bothering me.” 

Y/n looked at her confused. “Bothering you? I haven't said anything!” 

“It can feel you bouncing next to me, it's shaking my seat, bro,” Leah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

Leah, the Arsenal captain was a sweetheart when she wanted to; right now she wasn’t.

“You’re the one who chose to sit next to me—quote, unquote—‘to keep an eye on me.” Y/n sassed.

“Yeah, that was before I knew you weren't aware of how to properly behave on a plane!” Leah argued back. 

“Damn calm down! I'm just happy. It's not my fault you feel miserable all the time!” Y/n said. “Some would think a captain would know how to deal with their players!” Y/n complained in a mumble barely audible.

“Oh, sweetheart until we get back to London I'll be just Leah. No captain. No, Williamson. Just Leah,” she said, smiling dreamingly as if she had been waiting to put the captain’s armband on hold. “So shut it.” She added dryly, the smile vanishing from her face.

Leah wanted just for once to feel like a normal player on the team. Not the captain, not the responsible one, not the poster woman of Arsenal. She just wanted to be Leah. And if the girls behaved well, she could! Just for two weeks. She just needed to relax for two whole weeks and then she could go back to being a kick-ass captain.

“Oh my god will both of you shut up?” Beth said and Yn and Leah continued with the bickering. The blonde was wearing a beauty mask, a very ugly one. “ We are going on a vacation here. I'm trying to relax!”

“For fuck's sake what do you have on your face?” Leah asked horrified as she turned to Beth. “And when did you put it on?” 

“It's a beauty mask! Airplane air makes my face dry," Beth explained. “This,” she pointed at her face, “will keep it hydrated.”

“There's no such thing as airplane air, Beth! Don't be ridiculous now,” Leah stared at The Mask as if it would attack her any second. “It is making me uncomfortable.”

“Viv wouldn’t mind my mask if she was here,” Beth said, tilting her chin up.

“If Viv was here she would feel disrespected by this thing on your face.” Kim, the vice-captain, said stoically. “Take it off Bethany, you look foolish.

“It's the same colour as vomit, too” Y/n added mysteriously, leaning closer to Beth to inspect the mask. “And it has a smell to it too–”,  Y/n sniffed it before plucking her nose. “Ew Beth! Take it off, it smells like vomit!”

“What!? No, it doesn't!” Beth defended her mask, crossing her arms.

“What is that smell?” Someone said a few seats over. “Did someone puke? Should we call the flight attendant?”

The voice belonged to Steph. She stood up from her seat and started searching for the source of the smell as if she were a hound dog throughout the rows of seats.

“Was it you, Kyra?” Steph asked, looking at where her fellow Australian was sitting. Kyra, Alessia and Vic were sitting two rows ahead of Y/n, deeply focused on a game of UNO.

“What? No, Steph, it wasn't me!” Kyra said defensively looking up from her cards. “The smell is coming from back there,” she pointed to where Y/n, Beth and Leah were seated.

Beth rolled her eyes and Leah put her earphones back on. Guess the captain wasn't captaining anymore.

Kyra, Alessia and Vic turned around, their head the only thing peeking from over their seat.

“Bethy, what is that?” Vic asked, mimicking Leah's horrified face from just a moment ago.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Beth huffed, taking out the beauty mask rather aggressively and throwing it on the little trash bag in front of her. “There. It's gone, are you guys happy now?” 

The plane was silent for a few moments. 

“We should probably throw it out of the windows, It still smells horrible here,” Y/n broke the silence. 

“Agree!” Kyra said.

Murmurs of ‘yeah’ and ‘get it out of here!’ filled the plane's walls as if they all had started a coup against Beth, which in a way, they did.

“Kill me now,” Beth murmured, putting her hands on her face dramatically.

“Great, let me call the flight attendant then,” Steph said eagerly, smiling. “I wanted to talk to her about what would happen if the plane fell into the ocean anyway!”

 Stephe quickly walked down the aisle to the staff’s headquarters.

The smile on Y/n's face dropped. “Is Steph ok?”

“She's a bit scared of flights,” Kyra explained. “But she feels safe with the flight attendants, though.” 

“Yeah, Steph always takes sleeping pills before flying,” Caitlin added, with a  sleeping McCabe on her shoulder. “She didn’t this time.”

“Why hasn't she taken them?” Alessia asked worriedly. “She looked rather nervous.”

“Kyra thought it would be funny to hide the pills from Steph,” Caitlin answered, raising an eyebrow at Kyra. “And then she forgot where she put the pills herself.”

Everybody laughed but Caitlin.

“Hey, I already told her I'm sorry!” Kyra whined.

Turns out Steph was afraid of flying because the flight attendant had to bring her to her seat and teach the woman some breathing exercises in order to Steph calm down. 

But in the end, the flight was smooth, filled with laughter and banter from the team, Before y/n noticed, she had already stepped off the plane, Ibiza’s air softly touching her face,

It was sunny and warm when the team arrived at the Dourado resort in Ibiza, the Mediterranean weather was already affecting Y/n’s mood, and not just hers, but everybody as well.  She even swore she watched Leah smile.

The whole team was bound to have a great time.

The girls got to the reception to check-in. A pile of suitcases and bags in the resort’s lobby was already formed. People could see from miles away they were a big tourist group. 

“Good morning and welcome to The Dourado,” said the old man on the desk, a kind smile on his face. “Can you please give me your full name and reservation number?”

“Katie McCabe and Caitlin Foord, number 2243—”

“María Francesca Caldentey Oliv–”

“It’s Y/n, Y-O-U-R  F-U-L-L  N-A-M-E” 

“Victoria Pelova, Victoria with a C, not a K–”

Everybody started talking at the same time, a mess of words and spelling of names filled the poor receptionist’s desk. The kind man looked terrified and an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, would you ladies form a line and tell me individually about your reservation?”

Kim Little, noticing the mess, stepped closer to the group gathered up on the receptionist's desk. “Sho you all, don’t you know how to behave? How to wait for your turn?” she lectured the women, her brow furrowed. 

Kim turned to Leah, who was sitting in the lounge, not too far from the reception, a drink already in her hand.  “A little help here, mate?”

“Nah, I’m not the captain for the next two weeks,” Leah smirked, taking a sip of her drink.

Kim rolled her eyes and mumbled. “Great, that’s great.”

The vice-captain organized the team in a way they were already paired with the person they were sharing a room with, making it easier to check in. Kim was reading the pairing out loud from a list she had printed. Where Kim could possibly have printed it? Y/n had no idea.

“Okay, McCabe and Foord first, room number 45,” Kim read, letting the couple take a step to the reception, do their check-in and finally take the elevator to get situated in their room. “Next it’s Beth and Steph, room 46.”

When Kim finished reading it, the lobby was empty, having left only Y/n, Leah and Kim herself.

Y/n had a plan to share a room with either Vic, Less, Kyra or even Lotte, she was sure the girls wouldn't mind her tagging along with them during their trip, and the surly wouldn't be fussing over her about school, or telling her to be responsible and mindful.

“Okay kid, you are rooming up with Leah,” Kim said, not taking her eyes off the list.

“With Leah?” Y/n gasped, dropping her bag to the floor dramatically. “Why?!”

“Cause we are in an odd number and I–” Kim pointed at herself, “–don’t want to share with anyone.” Kim smiled.

“Does Leah know she’s sharing a room with me?” Y/n asked, looking at where Leah was sitting; the blonde was now talking with a woman and–oh my god! Leah was flirting with the women?!

Gross, Leah. Y/n thought. So gross.

“No, but she said she’s not on captain duty while we’re in Ibiza, so she won’t get captain privileges either,” Kim explained, dryly. “Now pick up your bag! Don’t leave your things lying around.”

Y/n obeyed, picking up her belongings and following Kim to the elevator. It was a quick trip until they reached their floor. It looked like the whole team would be staying on the fourth floor of the resort. 

“This is your room key,” Kim said as they stopped in front of door number 49, handing Y/n a tag. “Now you get situated, undo your suitcase and please don’t set the room on fire, I bet Leah will be up in any minute now,” 

Y/n opened the door with the tag, feeling Kim’s hands pushing her inside the room. “Hey! Why are you pushing me!” Y/n asked angrily. 

“Because I’m tired of babysitting duties,” Kim rolled her eyes, forcing Y/n to take one more step into the room. “The faster you are in your room, safe and sound, the faster I can get to the sauna.” 

Y/n’s eyes sparkled, her hands pressing together on her chest. “Sauna?! There is a sauna here? I always wanted to go to one,” She said enthusiastically.

“They only allow 18 and older, sorry,” Kim said, not sounding sorry at all.

“Fuck off,” Y/n said, throwing herself on one of the two single beds.

“Glady!” Kim said before closing the door on her way out.

Y/n decided to be a better person than she was yesterday, so she put the procrastination aside and undid her suitcase and her bag. She carefully put her clothes, shoes and toiletries inside the only wardrobe in the wrong, not caring to leave Leah enough space to put her things.

Maybe Y/n would try to be a better person tomorrow, not today.

After what felt like hours, Y/n was finally done. She found time to explore her room. The room was very beachy, with off-white, light blue and yellow undertones on both furniture and decorations. The bathroom was big, with a shower and a bathtub. 

The room also had a beautiful balcony, where she could watch the beach and the pool. It felt like the beach was waiting for her. Tomorrow, she would go to the beach, even if the other girls didn’t want to.

While Y/n was enjoying the view from the balcony, the door to the room opened and Leah came in, but not alone. She was accompanied by the woman from the lounge, holding her.

“What the fuck!” Leah cursed, letting go of the woman’s hand as she saw Y/n. “What are you doing here?” 

Y/n winded her eyes by the sudden disruption of her ‘me time’. “What is she doing here?” Y/na asked, pointing at the woman next to Leah. “Oh my god! Did you bring someone into our room, bro? That's weird!” Y/n whined.

“I-I’m sorry Leah, I’ll just go now,” The woman said embarrassed, leaving the room before Leah could say goodbye.

Y/n looked at Leah with a judge-like expression.

“I didn’t know this was our room, I thought I wouldn’t be sharing with anyone, just like last time,” Leah explained angrily, referring to when Arsenal played in Australia and Leah stayed in a room by herself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you would be here.”

“You were so ready to get laid, though,” Y/n teased, watching as Leah sat on her bed.

“I was, and you ruined it,” Leah said, sounding disappointed. “But it’s alright.  Guess we’ll have to make do with this arrangement.” 

“You sound so miserable,” Y/n pointed out.

“I am,” Leah sighed. “Sharing a room with an annoying teenager wasn’t the way I expected this trip to go,” The blonde explained, rolling her eyes.

“And sharing a room with a creep who keeps sneaking people into my room wasn’t the way I wanted this trip to go either, you know,” Y/n said, matter-of-factly.

Y/n’s laughter filled the room as Leah threw a pillow at her face, which made them start a pillow fight.

“Okay, stop it now,” Y/n said between laughs, after being smacked in the head rather hard. “We need to set some ground rules,” she said.

Leah widened her eyes. “Look at you talking about rules! I didn’t know you were a fan of rules,” The blond said sarcastically.

“I don’t like rules, I just don’t want to walk in on you or something like that,” Y/n added teasingly, laughing as Leah’s face flushed.

Y/n had two jobs in this world: 1. playing football, and 2. being a pest to each and every one of the girls on the team. Right now, Leah is her primary victim. 

“Will you ever drop it?” Leah asked annoyingly.

“Nope!” Y/n said, in a playful voice.

“First rule then: you start having some respect for your captain,” Leah said, almost as if challenging Y/n.

Y/n laughed. “Oh, back at being the captain?”

“Yeah, kid, guess I am.” Leah said, “I thought Ibiza would be a relaxing trip, but now that I’m rooming with you, I’m not so sure.” 

“You sound like I’ve already done something wrong, I’ve been behaving perfectly since I got here,” Y/n said proudly, chin up. 

“Oh, but I know you’ll get in trouble,” Leah pointed at her eyes, then at Yn’s eyes. “I’m watching you,”

“Now be good and help your senior unpack,” Leah added, pointing at her huge suitcase.

“You wish!” Y/n said, already heading to the door. “Lotte and I are going to that coffee shop downstairs, you have fun with your suitcase, though!”

Y/n didn’t hear Leah’s complaint because she was already out of the room.

She was sure Ibiza would be the best experience of her life so far. She was sure of it!

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[satkru]

*๑♡՞ . cnc , dead dove: do not eat , extremely dark themes , usage of power over another individual (forgot what thats called) , gun-play , threats , little to unknown amount of consent , read at your own discretion , possibly could be considered a crack fic?? , also slight revenge fucking

p.s . this is a more filler fic than anything as i try to get my writing schedule under control, im mostly getting ideas as i watch the 2nd season of squid games, other than that, i hope this fic can fufill ur dark fantasies!! also this isnt any specific triangle guard, but hes tall and lanky w a big dick, who also seems to be ur ex

y/n didnt know why he even got himself in this predicament, all he wanted was to get some money to pay off the loan sharks and be done with them already. but he was too blindsided by the thought of winning all the money for himself to realize how much of a fuck up he really made, now, he was stuck in a murderous game filled with all types of shitty people who were just like him. y/n lied in bed as the announcement notified the rest of the players about their set bedtime.

he tossed and turned, and even when the lights officially turned off, he still couldnt find a wink of sleep inside his system. so to appear like all of the others, y/n closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep. minutes went by and the silence in the dark room annoyed y/n more than when the other dunces were screaming their heads off.

in the midst of the silence, y/n couldnt help but hear the shuffling of baggy pants legs rubbing against each other, seeming to draw closer to his bed. suddenly, the noise stopped and the silence that was originally in the room began to seep back in. "player 037, please get up from your bed", the familiar voice of a guard made y/n's eyes shoot open and sat him up straight. the sight of the triangle on the guards mask made y/n tremble, and the assault rifle in front of him scared him shitless. "follow me."

y/n got up from his bed and waddled behind the guard, his heart and mind racing every passing second. the two passed through the door leading into the room that led to the multitude of different games, climbing up the stairs and eventually stopping at the top.

the guard led y/n into the men's bathroom and dragged him into one of the small and isolated bathroom compartments. "your pants." the guard instructed, y/n nodded his head vigorously and dropped his pants as fast as he could, thinking he had some sort of contraband hiding on him that the guards didnt take already.

"turn around." the guard ordered, causing shivers to run down y/n's spine. yet again, the man followed the orders and whipped around as fast as he could in such a small space. the sound of pants unbuckling and clothes shuffling off of someone made y/n's heart drop. "w-wait..! w-what are you doing—!" y/n's question was cut off as he felt his underwear fall from his hips and something shoving its way into his tight hole.

y/n shrieked, the feeling of pain, but also pleasure, ran through his veins and nerves at the same time. "so tight..." the guard whispered as he then began to thrust inside y/n, causing the man to let out confused noises and moans. somehow, such a situation made the man grow harder than he had ever been. could he really be into such a thing?

"keep it down 037.. fuck.. youre so much more tighter than I expected you to be.." the guard let out breathy groans, his hips thrusting into y/n without any hesitation. his arm wrapped around the throat of the player, putting him into a headlock, but not putting any pressure on his neck. it was more like a way to keep y/n's moans low and quiet.

the guard threw his head back in pure bliss, the feeling of his cock being swallowed up by y/n's gummy walls made his groans more audible. "stop squirming 037.. or else i'll have to use more forceful actions to keep you from moving.." the deep and harsh voice commanded y/n once again, "fuck! guard- sir-! im gonna cum!!" the timid and shaky voice of y/n warned the guard that he was soon reaching his climax.

but the guard did nothing to stop the inevitable action y/n would soon face, instead, he quickened his pace and bent more forward. y/n cried out as he was soon taken over by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, his cock spilling out ribbons of white cum onto the lid of the toilet.

"n-no..! stop! i already came!!" y/n begged as tears dropped from his eyes, his shaky hands tried prying off the arm of the guard from his neck, but there was no use. as his strength slowly left him, the feeling of pure bliss slowly filled the emptiness that his strength had left. "player 037, stop resisting.. oh fuck.. or else.. you'll face a more graver punishment...".

the guard's thrusts became more sloppy and ruthless, leaving y/n breathless and desperate for a break. the sound of wet skin to skin contact filled up the bathroom, echoing off the porcelain tiles of the room. "go on and cum again.. i know you want to" the deep, but also sweet voice of the guard whispered directly into y/n's ear, causing him to lose more of his mind to hysteria.

"im going to fill up this tight hole with so much of my cum it'll be flowing out of you for hours.. you'll have to sit out of the games unless you want my cum to seep out of you and stain your pants.." the guard loosened his arm around y/n's throat and instead grabbed a fistful of his hair. "you want it dont you? just admit you want it all in your guts baby.." although y/n couldnt see it, he knew that the guard had a smug smirk plastered on his lips.

"fuck off why dont you.." y/n choked out before succumbing to the moans bubbling up in his throat. "dont be so mean my love, dont you remember me?" the guard dragged his hand down to y/n's cock, slipping it into his hand and gently caressing it. such a small action made y/n go absolutely mad, making his hole tighten around his aggressors cock. "i could care less on who the fuck you are!! just quicken your pace!!" y/n barked back, his limbs were growing more weak each thrust, causing him to wobble and shake like a newborn horse.

the guard simply chuckled and quickened his pace, "youre still as commanding as you were when we were together.. it riles me up so good!.." y/n couldnt hold back any longer and released his second load of cum onto the toilet once again. "o-okay stop! fuck! please stop!" y/n sobbed, but his cries fell on deaf ears as the guard then released his own load inside of y/n's guts.

"I missed that feeling so fucking bad.." the guard slowly pulled out and watched as his cum drooped onto the floor, y/n's hole was pounded into oblivion, the swollenness and puffiness made it obvious to onlookers. "damn thats hot" the guard purred, his voice low and and barely above a whisper. "a-are we done now..?" y/n asked, hiccups interrupting his breathing every now and then.

"done? oh baby im just getting started.." the guard smugly stated as he took the gun off his shoulders and shoved y/n forward so that the stall would have enough room to be able to thrust his handgun in and out of y/n's already gaping hole. "w-what are you doing?!" y/n screamed and began trying to squirm out of the bathroom, but was stopped when the guard pulled on his hair and shoved him down.

"jeez do you really need to make everything more difficult..?" He snarled before wrapping his arm around y/n's hip to hold him up. Y/n couldnt help but shuffle around, uncomfortable with the humid air constantly hitting his bare ass, along with the harsh degradation from the guard.

Y/n gasped at the cool but sensational feeling of cold and untouched metal at the entrance of his hole, the unfamiliar feeling felt confusing but in that confusion was pure bliss and lust. "thrust.." the player whispered with his face buried in his forearms. The guard smirked under his mask and gladly began to thrust the weapon in and out of y/n.

Y/n through his head back in pleasure, moans coming out of his mouth automatically. drool seeped down his chin and fell on the rim of the toilet. "faster..! i need to cum a second time" y/n commanded, his words laced with sexual frustration as the pistol barely hit any vital points.

"you got it boss" the guard chuckled as he tightened his grip and began to fuck the pistol into y/n's already leaking hole. slight squelching noises bounced off the stall walls along with moderately loud moans. y/n's knees bended more, to the point where they were leaning on one another for support.

y/n's voice progressively got more desperate, his breath was beginning to weigh on him and he could feel another orgasm tightening up in his abdomen. "just a few more baby, then we'll be done" the guard hummed, his own cock strained against y/n's thigh, twitching at every moan and whimper y/n let out.

"im cumming..!!" y/n whined out, he could feel the knot in his stomach slowly untying every thrust the guard threw his way. The gun was coated in cum and moisture from y/n's insides, the mess reached from the start of the pistol all the way back to where the trigger was. y/n loudly moaned as he felt hot ribbons of cum shoot out of him.

"god that was so hot.." the guard whispered, slowly pulling the gun out of y/n, making sure he remembered every last inch of that pistol. y/n's head hanged low, he was trying to regulate his breathing but had difficulty due to the steaminess both him and the guard's questionable actions.

"I'll meet you tomorrow night, be prepared player 037"

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello gatorbite, I really liked your imagines with Mark Grayson, could you do an imagine of Mark with a Male Reader who is a vampire?

Mark Grayson x vampire king male reader

Headcanons

Cooking my own headcanons for vampires, how else are they gonna go on cute dates on the beach as the sun goes down?? Ive been listening to abracadabra by Lady Gaga for days, its been keeping me sane.

Mark and the bad bitch he pulled by being a nerd. i had a lot of fun writing this, i would love to write more about these two, or more vampire reader,,,

You guys would first have met after he became a hero, sometime during season 2. Probably before he got Oliver but after his dad left the planet and Mark wanted to fix everything and started working with Cecil.

The GDA knew of your existence of course. You were the first ever vampire, created through horrible magic and rituals against your will. This meant you couldn’t die, even from the sun or a stake or silver.

Every other vampire someone would meet would come from you in some way. Or rather, they were bitten by someone who was bitten by someone, so on and so forth until it reached you, kinda like a disease. The further out you go, the wilder and more animalistic the vampires are.

The few vampires you have bitten and turned yourself are strong and can walk in sunlight, and have other otherworldly powers, but those they bite have weaker powers, etc etc. and all other vampires but you can die. As long as life and death exist, so will you.

How you guys meet can be a mixed bag, but the most plausible is that some rabid vampires have run wild somewhere, and Mark was sent to deal with them since his skin can’t be pierced by their fangs.

The vampires he encounters are naked, human-looking creatures with warped faces, a mouth full of sharp teeth, shark bat-like features and the like. The only thing human about them is their shape.

A nest of vampires has run wild, and as the so called “vampire king”, “vampire well” or even “first vampiric ancestor”, its your duty to take care of it when it gets out of hand.

At this point Mark isn’t at his strongest, so the nest of vampire spawn gain the upper hand. Even with super strength, its hard for Mark since he also doesn’t want to kill at this point, and these technically were humans once.

So, imagine Marks shock, as he’s being overpowered by hundreds of these creatures that are more instinct than sense, when these creatures are sliced in half and turn into dust.

As the vampire king you can teleport all over the planet, you could probably even warp other planets if you focused hard enough. You might have done that once or twice, leading to vampirism spreading to different parts of the universe… but nobody has to know that…

What you wear can be up for debate, do you wear something from the time you died? Something Victorian? Or modern? I can’t imagine you are too involved with the current fashion since time passes so fast for you, so maybe it’s a bit out of fashion. You still look great though.

Maybe it’s having been beaten so hard by the now dead spawn, or maybe it’s just your vampiric influence, but Mark finds himself blushing and breathing a little harder.

The first time you meet doesn’t lead to much other than you taking care of the spawn, apologizing to Mark for causing such a mess and telling him you will take more care of your offspring. Mark just kinda goes “yeah, okay, thanks man…” before passing out.

You end up teleporting mark back to the GDA, or wherever hes being brought, like to the new guardians or whatever. Because obviously none of their protection measures can keep you out. It’s only weaker vampires that need an invitation inside.

They are all pretty damn uncomfortable when you comment about how nice Marks blood smells, because being thousands of years old also means you don’t have any shame in stating the obvious.

You say hello to Immortal before leaving. Of course, you guys know each other, both being immortal and all that. You guys play cards at least once every ten years or so, sometimes more, sometimes less.

This is also why Immortal is the most chill about you showing up, coming and going as you please, and saying Mark smells delicious. You once said he smelled delicious too when you first met, the stronger the person the better their blood and all. Now you guys are friends though, in a way.

After that you guys meet every now and then, mainly because you take his interest and Immortals friendship as an invite to come and go as you please, like a big scary housecat dressed in black.

You also follow him around (stalk him pretty much), and maybe it’s just him secretly loving steamy vampire fanfiction, or some viltrumite instinct, but being hunted is exciting.

You guys finally starting to date would also happen at some random moment when you guys are alone. You would have known about Marks attraction from the very moment you met, but your cold unbeating heart had started warming up around him too.

All his rambling about heroes and fictional stories worked like a charm. The many many questions about vampires and pop culture was cute too. He couldn’t believe that the whole weak to garlic thing started as an inside joke amongst vampires and spread out, when it wasn’t even true.

Mark was positively shocked when the whole pop culture idea that being bitten felt good turned out to be true. Later you would explain it was all about intent and reception. If you wanted it to hurt and he feared you, then it would have hurt. But because he was a little freak who was really into it, then it brought pleasure.

Mark also never thought you would be able to bite through his skin, but you could. Only because of your whole, king of the vampires, first original vampire, deal. Any other vampire wouldn’t be able to bite through vultrumite skin.

Being able to rip through vultrumites will be useful later, and not needing to breathe and being able to fly as well. But that’s for later space adventures.

When the whole thing with Oliver happens, you are of course there to support Mark, but also his family. Cecil also knows not to fuck with you, because its all thanks to you that the dead don’t rise and come for him every single day.

This may mean it doesn’t end as badly as in season 3, or, Mark just has some more support, very powerful support that the GDA knows to fear. Because how is Cecil gonna manipulate the original manipulator? The one strong enough to bewitch the entire planet if he wanted to?

You also have a better time explaining morals and powers to Oliver, since you are still stronger than him at this point, so you can put him in his place when he needs it. Being nonhuman also helps a lot, since Oliver feels his power disconnects him from humanity.

This gives Mark some more room to find himself and settle, and yeah, I feel like him and his family end up moving into wherever you stay. Be it some massive gothic castle in Romania, or a Victorian mansion at the edge of a massive cliff in England, who knows.

Both because its safer, more comfortable, and they get to feel like they don’t always have to look over their shoulder.

You don’t survive the coffin allegations though, since you sleep in a grand one, and have at least 100 different coffins you switch between. Most were gifts from your spawn, or one or two from immortal as “congrats on living another hundred” gift. You gifted him weapons or houses in return.

Mark can’t sleep in the coffins with you, since he hates how claustrophobic it makes him. But he will sleep beside the coffin. You guys keep the lid pushed to the side enough for you to stick a hand out, so you guys can hold hands.

I feel like Oliver would thrive a lot under you and your spawns, since you keep your “children” in line. Being direct descendants of you means they are powerful enough to play and roughhouse with, but also help him train.

Mark trains with you instead, and it regularly ends up with him almost giggling and kicking his feet as you pin him down, barring his neck all “oh please, vampire king, please don’t bite me”.

It takes Debbie a while to settle in, but maybe she meets one of your spawn to gets on with well, or she doesn’t at all. Maybe she just takes the time to heal and find herself when she sees her sons are happy.

You end up getting the shovel talk from her though, which all your direct descendants peek around the corner of the doorway to watch. Somehow you look meek as she points a finger at you and tell you to treat her son right and with respect.

I haven’t read very far in the comics so I cant tell you what happens after this, but Mark will have you by his side when everything goes down, and that might help change it to a more positive outcome.

It might help to have a lover who isn’t held back by his humanity and morals. You are more than willing to turn entire planets into your mindless spawn if it means keeping your dear ones safe. It does lead to a horrible argument and Mark not talking to you for a while, but he forgives you at some point.

Reading his secret fanfic does help with that, even if it means you have to dress like a man from the current era, style your hair and stalk him when he sleeps (as if you don’t already do that).

Being a super ancient and rich vampire also means you can pile gifts on Mark, Oliver and Debbie. Mostly Mark, but you don’t want his kin to be left out. So, Mark gets to live out his nerdy dreams to the extreme.

You’ll remodel a whole part of your house for him if it comes down to it. Your direct spawn will coo at you becoming soft. You let them, for now, but you’ll get your revenge, especially seeing them all tied around the Grayson’s fingers too.

You are so used to dealing with the GDA that it also isn’t hard to keep them at bay, how are they gonna invade a place that’s existed longer than democracy? You will burn the whole place down if you have too. Anything for your nerdy little hero.

[softtdaisy]

the right one - Charles Leclerc

summary. charles never forgot himself for letting you go. when arthur lose you, he is the one who has the heal your broken heart this time.

words count. 4,313

what to expect. it's the second part of the other one. I guess you can read it separately but some things might not make sense (specially the glue part). inspired by congratulations from Hamilton. mention of cheating, everyone is so sad in this story I'm sorry (im not) and arthur is terrible boyfriend

a/n. can you believe i told @monzabee about this fic in December 2023??? and it's finally out after all this time. I'm so happy I finally did it and gave these two another part, they deserve love and happiness.

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When he first heard them, Charles didn’t want to believe the rumors.

For the winter break, he decided to go on a road trip in Italy with his best friends. For multiple reasons, he chose to get rid of any type of social media. Charles needed a real break after the season that had been more difficult than he thought it would. 

Also because a part of him still hasn’t gotten over you.

It was too difficult to see Arthur post pictures and stories with you all the time. And if he couldn’t escape it, nor you in the paddock during the season, Charles decided to leave all his bad feelings behind for a few weeks.

No matter how hard he tried these past months, Charles couldn’t get rid of his love for you. If he ignored you during the end of last season, even if he had your glue everywhere with him, he wanted to be nicer this year. 

Not like he had a choice if he wanted to keep a good relationship with Arthur, who still had no idea about what happened between you and Charles. He also wasn’t completely stupid: he knew it could look bad on him if he kept ignoring the photographer around the paddock. 

And it would be a lie to say that he didn’t miss you. Sure, a part of him was still aching when he was making you laugh and smile, thinking he couldn’t have the privilege to see that every day for the rest of his life because you chose Arthur over him. But he tried to be more mature and accept that if this was the best he could have, then he would appreciate it.

This was also one of the reasons why he couldn’t believe the rumors when he heard them. There was no universe in which someone would purposely hurt you.

The first time he heard about the rumors, it was because some friends from Monaco sent him a text. “What’s going on with Arthur? Is it true?” Charles was more than confused. What could be true about his brother? He didn’t want to sound stupid to ask them but still didn’t want to put his social media back on his phone.

So he turned to Joris. Because that man knew everything that there is to know. And because he knew that his friend would never lie to him. This explained the embarrassed expression on his face when Charles asked him if he knew anything about something Arthur might have done.

“You sure you want to know?” he asked him. Charles understood that something serious was going on. Even when the truth was ugly, Joris never asked him if he really wanted him to be honest. Not when Ferrari was not doing great, not when fans criticized him, not when everyone had something to say about his private life. But he didn’t hesitate a single second and agreed to hear the truth.

“Apparently…your brother cheated on his girlfriend.” Charles’ world went silent for a few seconds. That couldn’t be true. He couldn't believe it. People must be wrong and bored and choose to create drama because of the off-season. Right? 

“Actually…” Joris continued. “It’s not really a rumor since Arthur basically admitted it.”

It was a damper. 

Charles left for a few weeks, and his brother decided to ruin everything he gave up his own happiness for?

“Is it true?” He sent Arthur. No explanation.

“Yes.” He only answered.

It took Charles only a few hours to come back to Monaco. On the plane back, he opened his social media again, answered some comments and messages, and shared some Ferrari stuff. And looked at the mess Arthur created.

“Let’s review…” Charles started. As soon as he arrived, he asked Arthur and Lorenzo to come with him in the living room to discuss. They all stayed at the family house to deal with the major crisis. From what he learned, paparazzis were going around Monaco to catch any of you: Lorenzo, Arthur, and especially you. The victim of all this mess. 

Charles still hasn't seen you, though. Lorenzo’s girlfriend took you for a ride away from there, knowing Charles was coming back and that there would be a confrontation between the brothers. You didn’t need to hear about all that again. You knew the story. Well, you knew some parts of it. You refused to hear Arthur’s explanation. 

Charles knew it was for the better, but he still couldn’t wait to see you. Scared of how you would be. Scared of how he will react too.

He finally took a big breath before continuing. “This girl pretended to be pregnant with your child. And instead of just saying that you didn’t have sex with her, you said she wasn’t the one you slept with?” He chose his words wisely, taking the time to say everything correctly. Even if there were no good ways to talk about this situation.

“I panicked! What should I have done?”

“Don't say anything!” he screamed back, slamming his hands on the table. “You should have just shut your mouth and not said a fucking thing.”

“Charles…” Lorenzo warned him, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

He sighed and apologized, trying to calm down. His brother was right; there was no use being aggressive against Arthur. The harm has been done and couldn’t be undone. But when he gave his baby brother a look, he couldn’t handle it. Arthur looked like he didn’t understand why Charles was so angry. Like he couldn’t see the real harm in this. “Or better, you shouldn’t have cheated,” he added. 

Everything stopped around the three brothers. “Charles!” Lorenzo repeated, louder this time and with a more authoritarian tone. Like there was back in childhood when he had to play the big brother between the two younger brothers fighting for the same car. 

Except this time, it was for the same girl.

Charles knew he had to calm down and play it more cleverly. He closed his eyes and put his head in his hands, trying to think of a way to say things more nicely without making Arthur turn on him. He didn’t even know how he could do that: he was so mad at his brother for doing such a stupid thing.

“Aren’t you supposed to support me?” Arthur asked with a disdainful voice that made Charles look up immediately. He couldn’t even find the right way to answer this. Maybe Arthur could feel the disappointment, which is why he looked that angry. He was never the Leclerc who disappointed the family.

Lorenzo had a lot of pressure as the big brother, the one that had to be a model and perfect at any point. Charles had the celebrity pressure; being the most famous Leclerc, he had to behave perfectly. But Arthur? Everybody saw him as the baby, never accepting any bad decisions from him. Or even when he did, he was forgiven immediately.

He was not used to having people being mad at him. You were, which was already a problem. But Charles was too, and that he couldn’t handle. This explained why Arthur went upstairs silently. Well, as silently as he was, hitting the staircase loudly. 

Charles let out a loud sigh when Arthur disappeared. “You two need to talk.” Lorenzo told him, to which he agreed without the desire to deal with that right now. Instead, he started talking with his more reasonable brother about their holidays. He knew Arthur needed some minutes to calm down.

He needed them too.

He only decided to go upstairs when he saw the car parking in front of the house. You were back. 

And he couldn’t face you right now.

— 

“Thank you for coming.” Charles stopped what he was doing after that sentence. He had finally gone to see Arthur after you came back home. He waited just a minute to hear your voice, even if he couldn’t see you. He had no idea if he should accept some good or bad feeling from hearing you. He was torn between the fire that lit up again in his heart from your simple words and the hurt of knowing he was only there because of his and Arthur's bad decisions.

After he entered his brother’s room, the one he assumed you shared with him, they both stayed silent for a moment. Charles was dealing with his social media when Arthur finally decided to speak. 

And Charles was more confused than he should be. What did this mean? He turned around to look at Arthur. He was still standing next to the window, watching you outside talking with Lorenzo’s girlfriend. There was something on Arthur’s face that Charles didn’t like. Almost like he couldn’t understand why you came back. Why were you still around? Like he was waiting for you to go away after what happened. 

“I don’t know how to deal with that. I needed you here.” 

This time, it was Charles that couldn’t truly understand what was going on. Actually, no, he can. He loved his baby brother with his whole heart and would have done anything for him. To protect him. To save him from whatever situation he put himself into. But now, looking at him with the whole situation going around, Charles realized something. 

Arthur knew. He knew that Charles would have always come to his rescue. Sacrifice things for him. Do anything for his brother’s happiness before his. And that’s what he was expecting from today too.

“No.” Charles first said, mostly for himself. But it made Arthur turn around too, curious. For the rest, it came out more confidently. Like a part of him had been waiting for ages to finally say these words. “I’m not here for you.” 

He heard Arthur’s nervous laugh, and he took a step back. He wasn’t even scared of his brother; it would have been stupid for many reasons. No, he was more scared of his own mind right now. He still couldn’t believe he said it. Out loud. What he was thinking from the start.

You became his priority. 

You had been for so long. 

But Arthur didn’t let him go away with him and took this step forward and some others. “What do you mean?”

“You fucked up, Arthur.” Charles started, pointing at the window. Pointing at you. “You cheated on your girlfriend. She was willing to give up everything for you; she already did in the past. And you thank her like that? By sleeping with some other girl you don’t even know? Do you seriously think that’s what she deserves?” 

Arthur looked at him blankly. With just a smirk. Not a fun or laughing one. No, a mean one. One that Charles had never seen on his brother. It was almost like he was discovering a new face for his baby brother. And the worst was yet to come.

“You still love her.” Arthur said with an emotionless voice. And it was a real hit in the heart for Charles. He never thought that Arthur knew about his feelings. Sure, he had never been more discreet when it came to his heart. And the way he went from praising you to ignoring you during the weekend said a lot. Maybe the worst part wasn’t much that Arthur knew about his feelings. It was that he knew and let Charles sacrifice himself for him. “I should have expected it. She’s hard to forget, I guess.”

“You’re going to learn now.” Arthur laughed at this answer because it was the truth. He played, and he lost. Just like Charles did last year, technically. If Charles gave up, Arthur lost at his own game. The game over wasn’t the same, except for the fact the lost prize was the same: you. You and your heart. You and your beautiful smile were maybe gone for longer than it should have been.

Charles couldn’t handle it anymore. The more he stayed in this room, the more he was getting hate for his brother, and it was definitely not the family dynamic he wanted. So he walked to the door, ready to leave. Or to finally do what he wanted from the beginning. 

“Can I ask you a question?” 

Charles turned around one last time to look at his brother. But Arthur wasn’t looking at him. He took his place back, near the window. Watching you. From there, it looked like he was trapped in some kind of prison. One he was to blame for being in. But maybe the real story behind this was that he was the watchman and you were the prisoner. At least for now.

“Why did you let me date her?” 

“Sometimes you love someone so much you accept to put their happiness before yours.” Arthur gave him one single look. One that said everything that needed to be known. He wasn’t the one Charles gave up his happiness for. He did it thinking it was the right decision for you.

— 

When Charles went outside, you were still there. Alone this time. You sat on the swing seat, your eyes locked on your own shoes, not giving any interest to the environment around you. Charles’ heart broke a little at this sight. The sun wasn’t supposed to stop shining on the people around it. You weren’t supposed to stop being this joyful person. 

Even if he tried to walk slowly and not scare you, you jumped when Charles sat next to you. “Sorry,” he immediately mumbled. You offered him a small smile while he was trying to find a good seat. Ironically, he was making it move even more and making it harder to sit.

You were the one holding on to the structure to slow the movements. “I’m not great at this.” He laughed nervously. Charles didn’t know how to act around you. It wasn’t easy most of the time. But now it was even harder. They never teach you how to act around the woman you loved and let go, but even less when this same woman got her heart broken by your brother. 

“Thank God you’re better behind the wheel,” you replied, now looking straight in front of you. You couldn’t meet his eyes. You felt guilty. Sure, this whole situation wasn’t your fault; nothing could ever make you think that. But you hated that Charles had to comfort you now. After what happened between you last year, it didn’t feel right. Or fair. 

Charles shrugged, purposely hitting on your shoulder while doing it. “Well, you’re not seeing him when I sit in the car.” You turned your face to him and couldn’t contain a laugh when you saw his proud expression. In the dark, his smile was the small light you needed to not break down. It made you feel like there was still hope out there.

So when Charles stopped smiling, naturally a tear fell from your eye. “I’m so stupid,” you sighed, playing with your fingers. Immediately, he grabbed one of your hands and started playing with them too. You remember how it was something you did to him back then, when there was still something building around you. When he walked out of the car, he wasn’t very proud of what he did.

You both had the same habit of playing with your hands to avoid eye contact and focusing on something else. 

You also both had the same habit of grabbing each other’s hand to help ease the anxiety. 

“I never thought Ar…he would break my heart like that,” you confessed in a quiet and broken voice. A voice that was like a knife right in Charles’ heart. “You said it yourself, he has a pure heart. So why did he change? What did I do wrong?” 

You started crying again. And Charles was fighting to not break down too. He hated seeing you like this. He hated that he was the one pushing you into Arthur’s arms. If Charles didn’t cause the pain, he was the triggering factor. If only he had been more selfish and kept you for himself, this wouldn’t have happened.

He got up, making the structure move again, but this time you didn’t have the strength to hold it. But the swinging didn’t last long. Charles immediately kneeled in front of you, grabbing your legs to stop you from swaying. And once you were stable, one of his hands moved to your face softly. You didn’t hesitate a single second before cuddling against it, even if it meant your tears would now fall on his fingers. If you didn’t want to share your pain with him, that was all Charles was asking. To take it with him so you would feel less hurt.

“You have nothing to do with Arthur’s mistakes, ok? I hate to say that, but I was wrong. I really thought he would treat you better than…” He stopped for a second, closing his eyes to consider what he wanted to say. But he was tired of holding back his words. “Better than I would. I never imagined he would do that; otherwise, I would have never pushed you in his arms. You deserve better, ok?” 

You were absorbing every single word he was saying. Trying to remember every millisecond of his monologue so you could recite it before going to sleep that night and all the following ones when you would remember giving your heart to the wrong brother. 

“You deserve the world.” Charles pursued. You watched as he put a hand in his jacket pocket to get something. “And I hope one day you’ll find the strength to open that glue too and accept the help from someone to heal your broken heart.” 

He handed you the glue. The very same glue you gave him for his birthday. You weren’t quite sure Charles had healed his heart; he wasn’t sure himself. 

The fact he kept it this whole time—more than that, that he had it with him tonight—was the forward thrust you needed.

You thanked him silently, with a smile that he understood immediately. Charles stayed like that for another minute, brushing away the tears that were still falling and caressing your knee in the softest way you’ve ever felt.

Then he sat back on the swing seat, with more precaution this time. For the next ten minutes, he tried to change your mind by speaking of the last season and what was coming. You didn’t speak much, except for some reactions here and there. The conversation wasn’t the real distraction in the end.

It was seeing Charles so full of life, something you’ve waited to see since you’ve met him. Deep down, you took it as proof that a better future was coming.

“Let’s go inside.” Charles offered after noticing the shivers in your body grow bigger. “I can escort you to your room.” He knew that you were staying in the guest room. It wasn’t hard to guess anyway, as all the brothers took their own room, and there was no way you would be sleeping with Arthur that night. 

A part of him wished he could comfort you to sleep anyway. 

Especially after you grabbed his hand to follow him inside. So lightly that he could let it go easily if he didn’t pay attention. But enough for him to feel the contact of your skin together and feel the heat growing in him. 

“Goodnight,” you whispered to him, closing the door. Charles hated how he only noticed now how your makeup had actually been ruined through the day.

___

Charles was taking his shirt off when he heard slight bangs on his door. He was clearly not expecting anybody, especially not now and not in his family house. 

His mom was already asleep; Lorenzo was never the type to come when the doors were closed; Arthur still hadn’t come back from what he knew. So it didn’t leave many possibilities.

As he could expect, you were the one behind the door when he opened it. Charles found it sad that you were still wearing the same pajamas you probably brought for your holiday: an old shirt that he recognized from Arthur’s wardrobe and a short that was showing too much leg for his own good. 

But what made him even sadder was the expression on your face. If he thought you looked sad earlier, it was nothing compared to now.

“Do you mind if…” You didn’t even finish your sentence before your voice broke down. Charles moved aside to let you come in, giving a look in the corridor to make sure you were alone. Even if he didn’t have to explain himself if anybody saw you. 

He would never let you be alone in the situation. Nor ever, now that he thought about it.

What he didn’t expect was that the moment he closed the door, you would fall in his arms. You didn’t show much attention to him except for accepting the one he gave you earlier. But you were the one who initiated it. Compared to now.

“I'm so tired of this, Charles,” you mumbled against his naked chest. The first thing that came to your mind was how you never felt more safe and comfortable than right now, in his arms. Not even Arthur could make for his big brother natural reassurance. 

It was something that has always been true about Charles. People, friends, members of the team, family, and anyone who needed to feel comfort knew they could go to Charles for this. If he felt like he wasn’t always finding the right words, it seemed to work enough for people to feel better when they left.

Maybe that was always true about him too. People never seemed to stay.

“He’s not planning on coming back, and he left alone here, in your family house? What am I even supposed to do here by myself?” You started again, sounding angrier now. “I can’t fucking sleep in his bed because it makes me sick. Sleeping in the guest bed makes me feel bad because I don’t belong here. I feel bad because he’s not here. But he’s the one who fucked up. Why do I feel bad? Why do I feel guilty? Charles, I…”

Every word you said was like a knife in the heart for him. Hurting more than the punches you were hitting on his chest.

With each hour passing from this morning, Charles felt worse about the decision he took months ago. He should have never let you go. He would have never treated you this way. 

When you broke down, Charles held you harder against his chest. He was humming, trying to calm you down. His head was above yours, and at some point, he naturally started kissing your hair. He was trying to create a peaceful bubble where you would feel at ease. Less sad.

“You can sleep here,” Charles offered in a whisper. “I don’t mind.” 

It wasn’t until you were lying in his bed that you asked the question. Charles’ idea was to let you sleep in his bed and for him to sleep in the guest room. At least you didn’t risk Arthur coming at night, and he could deal with his brother. It never occurred to you that you would ask for the situation to be different.

But you grabbed his hand after he moved the sheet up your chest. “Would you…can you stay with me? Please?” 

Charles looked at you with confusion but also hope. A hope that lowered over the months but that never died. He replied with a simple nod and sweet smile. A reassuring one. In a home where you probably felt unwelcome, even if it wasn’t entirely true, Charles wanted you to know you were at the right place right now.

So he didn’t waste another minute and went to lie next to you. The boundaries were pretty obvious with each of you sleeping at the end of the bed and with a gap between your bodies. While you were facing the wall, he was on his back, trying to organize the mess that had been that day. 

Right when he closed his eyes to try to sleep, he felt the mattress moving. He couldn’t resist giving you a look. You were now facing him with your eyes open. “Charles?” you whispered. 

He was obviously awake, yet you were scared of disturbing him. But he gave you that smile. The one he only had the secret. The one that opened the door to his life, his head, his heart. 

“Will it be ok?” 

You knew he would understand what you meant.

When you met Charles, he was so heartbroken that he chose to put all the good things in his life aside because he felt like he didn’t deserve to be happy anymore. And even if his anxiety was still a battle he had to fight every day, it got better. A few months ago, he probably would have ignored you because he would have thought it wasn’t his place to comfort you. To be the good person in your life.

But there he was, sharing a bed with you. Thinking that maybe tomorrow could be better. And that two days later could be even better.

He knew.

That was why he took your hand, the one resting on your pillow next to your face. He held it until you chose to intertwine your fingers together. A contact you both needed. To heal the past and the future.

Charles moved to lie on his side, facing you. And with his thumb brushing your skin, he gave you the only thing you needed to hear that night.

The only thing he also needed to say. 

“It will. I promise."

[nqueso-emergency]

Okay so I must know your opinion because you are a voice of a reason in our BT purgatory: what do you think the chances are of BuckTommy getting back together? I’ve been convinced up until just recently that it was a no-go and now I’m not sure sure 🤔

Ngl I put off answering these asks because I'm well aware at how "passionately" my blog is devoured by some fans but, I'm a member of this fandom like anyone else, so, whatever.

There are three ways to view the chances of Bucktommy getting back together and I think it's important to approach from each different view.

There's the BoB view: stating we're all fucking delusional and Tommy was a plot device the entire time.

This view can easily be debunked for one major reason, which is... THEY'VE BEEN WRONG ABOUT BUDDIE FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS.

There's the bucktommy view: This one is where my actual doubt does start to sink in. I see the doubt among other bucktommy fans, the weird ass manipulation done by the BoBs (they can literally make you question reality. Am I as delusional as they are???) And then, of course, you have that "exit" review done by a professional BoB who found a keyboard.

This view can also be debunked because, in fandom, we read into shit waaaaay too much and being influenced by fellow fans can really skew your thought process, not to mention, it really isn't all that healthy.

The third view is the General Audience view, and it's the most important (and really the only way you should view the chances of things happening).

The General Audience is who the writers write this show for (besides Tim himself). They don't see couch theory. They see characters sitting on a couch. They don't read articles from publications called "fangirlish." They don't scroll through years of an actor's social media posts to make sure that person has the same views as they do (which is funny because I guarantee you at least half of the GA voted for Trump). But, I digress.

When you look at their comments or even talk to real general audience members, they believe Tommy will be back. The Halloween episode, along with Josh's speech (and the text bubbling from Tommy), solidified that. They expect to see Tommy again, OR for there to be an onscreen conversation about closure. Maybe Buck mentions that they talked and decided to just be friends.

But, no matter what happens in this next section of season 8, there has to be something in the storylines that involves Tommy in some way. It's left too unresolved for the general audience to accept the way things were left.

So, anon, I think the chances of bucktommy getting back together are extremely promising ❤️

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Tommy's introduced as a bigot in season 2 and often shown taking initiative in starting the bullying of Hen and Chim vs. waiting for Gerrard to do something and just not standing up for them. There's even a scene in "Chimney Begins" where no one else is even in the room to overhear and Tommy still chooses to be nasty to Chimney instead of a bare minimum of civil. Even after the "resolution" of the episode and his 'apology' (not for racism, but for making Chim prove himself at work), he's still shown to have spent years not learning his lesson, becuase he goes back to the same behaviors with Hen and Chimnney even mentions that "the Asian guy" still isn't invited out by the team for drinks or BBQ.

Then when it's "addressed" in season 7, we see remarkably little growth from Tommy, where he's blaming "the environment" and Gerrard for his choices and actions as a grown man. And in season 8, we get a healthy dose of misogyny in ageism with how he speaks of Abby, while casually acknowledging he also screwed up her life.

It's not just that he was afraid to stand up against bigotry in the face of an evil boss. He could've taken Eli's route, and just be silent. But no, Tommy is someone who chose to actively participate in workplace bigotry and bullying, and then almost 20 years removed, shrugs it off as everyone else's fault.

let’s not forget his very recent comments about Abby that were reeking of misogyny. Talking about her dating some “himbo” younger than her (as if he wasn’t actively doing the same thing) and admitting he was lying the whole relationship (not just about his sexuality).

Word for word that man said, “Heard she went a little nuts after that” as if her entire world wasn’t flipped upside down with her engagement ending and having to take care of her sick mother. The only tiny bit of understanding he showed was him saying she deserved better, which duh. 

One time when I was five I put a bead in my nose and it went all the way up to the bridge and I had to push down on it from the top until I could get it out because I was scared it would go to my brain and kill me.

That has nothing to do with any of what you said, but I just thought I'd put that out there because you're doing some dumb shit and I wanted you to know we've all done dumb shit. This is a safe space.

Anyway, I don't think you've ever been a closeted queer person who's said and done some at times questionable or outright fucked up things to keep yourself safe from scrutiny.* I grew up seeing people like me getting murdered and heard people explain why it would've been avoidable if they hadn't been so obvious or if they'd just chosen to be normal. I also grew up with a lot of bullies who were only bullying me because it put them in the protected group. It kept them from having people look at whether or not they were actually a good target for bullying. I'm actually friends with a couple of those people now. Not close, but we're cordial and we'll talk when we bump into each other at the store. That has more to do with us being in our thirties and living our own lives. There's a couple who had no excuse whatsoever other than being actual homophobes, I don't talk to them.

I dated in high school, I was engaged but I was 18 so I don't know how much that counts, but then I came out when I was in my early twenties. I knew I wasn't actually interested the entire time I was with those people, either. At first I just thought the relationship wasn't right for me, then I started to realize what was actually going on. I still dated, I still asked someone to marry me because I thought I could be happy with them. I did love and care about them, just not the way you should if you're going to marry them. I also didn't tell anyone I was non-binary until two months ago, even though I figured it out about fifteen years ago. A trans person hiding their identity to protect themselves from danger or rejection is nothing new, but it's kind of a shitty feeling to know you've been lying to every ex you've ever had about something like that. I don't like that feeling, and it's going to take a while for me to shake that. I don't know that I ever will.

So all of that is to say that a character like Tommy is actually kind of important to those of us who also weren't perfect at being queer, especially those of us who grew up during a specific time. I was actually pleasantly surprised that a basic network show would have someone like that, but times they are a-changing. So onto your last point:

Abby Clark is played by a now 57 year old Connie Britton (drop the skincare routine, girl), Lou Ferrigno Jr is 40, and Oliver Stark is 33. When you're an actual grown person, a seven or eight year age difference is kind of nothing. One of you might be a little more ready for things like kids or marriage, but that's not a guarantee. But hearing that your ex started dating a 26 year old when she's about 50, whether or not he knows that she actually pulled Buck's info in a very questionable way (I love that no one going after Tommy ever seems to care about the massive ethical breach from Abby), is kind of...wild. And he presumably heard about this from a mutual friend of some kind, who likely gave him this information colored by their own perception of the situation. This is where critical thinking skills become important. Based on context clues, I can safely guess that Tommy asked someone how Abby was doing or ran into someone who knows her, too, and they said "Hey, did you hear about Abby's new guy?" Otherwise he would've said "I saw that she was dating...." or "She told me she was dating..." So this could've been secondhand bitchiness, it could've been that her behavior was being framed as extremely not okay by someone they knew. We'll never know, the show doesn't have the strongest writing all the time. I'm not touching the thing about her mother, because a very close family member of mine has Alzheimer's, a good friend just lost a parent to it, and I do not want to examine the behavior of a person who's dealing with that or that of the people in their lives.

Could he have said "But I get it, she would've been going through a lot because of her mom and then our breakup"? Yeah. Would it have been nice if they wrote any scenes between Tommy, Hen, and Chimney that bridged the gap between when they weren't close and when they actually celebrated him and his accomplishments when he left the 118 to show why he would be someone Chimney would call on in two major emergencies? Yeah. I think I would've liked to see them talk things out onscreen and to show any apologies. Mostly because it would keep people from dropping an essay in my ask box when I feel like my sinuses and temples are filled with hot needles. I don't actually need to see it other than liking the three of them together, because I figured that they would've shown some hesitation before Chimney would reach out to him or he would've pulled Buck aside to warn him to be careful with Tommy. Or Hen and Karen wouldn't have been so thrilled when they realized what had gone down before Buck and Tommy came into the hospital room. There's a lot of stuff they don't show on this show, but they'd at least make a point to do or not do certain things if a character hated or disliked a character.

*I believe a certain dispatcher even did a whole big speech about this on the very show you apparently watch. I didn't like the Glee part, because I don't like Glee after season one. But the rest of it was good.

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Sorbet Kisses

Sam x (fem) Reader | Happy (early) Valentine's Day!

6.7k words (sorry)

In which Sam asks you on a date, brings you sorbet, and y’all get a little tooooo tipsy at the Saloon. This one gets a little smutty, so MDNI!!! ( I MEAN IT.). Sam is needy and tender and perfect (because, of course, he is). Y/N is older than Sam, but I don’t put actual time frames, so you can insert your age and deduct a few months or years (keep it legal).

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When you finally finish the farm work for the day, it is well into the evening. The warmth of the baby summer sun beams down on your sweaty skin, coaxing a tan and a heat stroke.

At least everything is done.

It was an impressive feat, truly. You managed to clear out all of your old spring crops and plant your summer crops all in a day’s work. You deserved a good shower, a good leg massage, maybe, and some beer at the tavern. You weren’t truly fond of beer, but it was the start of summer, and sometimes, you can deviate from the norm when you’ve worked hard. Surely, that was the only reason you’d end up at the Saloon tonight. Not because the halo-haired Sam had mailed you an invite the evening before, offering to walk you to the Saloon if you “wanted to relax and spend time with some of the townies.”

Sam was…sweet. Despite his pierced-up, bad-boy exterior, you could tell he was kind and good-mannered. It was your first summer in town, and it was evident that you liked to overwork yourself. Everyone knew you needed a break, besides yourself, that is.

But you knew that his invitation was entirely platonic. It had to be. Sam was a bit younger than you and had his whole life stretched out in front of him, there was no reason for him to be romancing a farmer who had already explored the world a bit and had a solid retirement plan…the farm.

He was always kind to you when you ran into each other in the square and even offered to help out on the farm despite his lack of farm knowledge. He claimed “he had quite a bit of free time,” which you knew was a lie because Jodie always made a point to mention how he was always out and about whenever you’d stop by.

Although you felt a little wrong about it, you had a crush on Sam. It was hard not to, honestly. The first time you met him, he was helping Vincent with homework in their living room. You were just making the rounds, trying to introduce yourself to everyone in town.

“No, Vincent,” he chuckled as he grabbed the eraser and erased an answer Vincent had been working on, his little hands in his hair as he sucked his teeth, making a pointed look at Sam. It was so endearing to see them engage. Jodie was in the kitchen when you peeked your head in, catching them.

“Oh, hi,” Sam said as he made his way up from the couch. “Can we help you?”

You introduced yourself and gave Jodie some parsnips, hoping and praying that she would like them (she did). You chatted with Jodie a bit in the kitchen, and as you left, she had Sam walk you out.

When you made it to the porch, he stretched his hand out to you. “I’m Sam, by the way.”

“I know; your mom gave me the rundown. I’m y/n.” You offered him a small smile and shook his hand.

“Y/n.” he lets your name roll off his tongue, trying it out. “Nice. I like it.”  His hand still in yours.

“Thanks. Um, your mom volunteered your help on the farm. Just thought I’d let you know.” His handshake slows, and he’s just holding your hand for a few seconds before he comes to and pulls it back, slipping it into his blonde hair right after.

“Oh. Well. I’d love to!” Despite his over-eagerness, you could sense the underlying anxiety.

“That’s okay, really. See you around!” With a quick wave, you were heading to the next house. Sam offered a quiet “see you around” to your walking figure.

Throughout the entire spring season, Sam would pop up randomly in an old t-shirt and worn jeans on your front doorstep, or you’d catch him wandering around the property. He always made his presence known and asked if you needed any help, but you usually waved him away. You wanted to start this farm off by yourself. A way of proving you could do it, but you pocketed his eagerness to help whenever you needed some assistance down the line.

His mom just raised him well. So polite to offer to walk and accompany you. You made a mental note to send her some fresh produce when the harvest was done to thank her. Maybe you’d throw something in there for him, too.

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The shower you take is long and very, very needed. The amount of dirt you scrubbed off from your body was shocking at the least and abhorrent at best, but it felt good to see it all wash down the drain. It was just another reminder of how much hard work you had put in on the farm today.

You were giddy with nervous butterflies as you slipped on your white eyelet dress and pulled on your farmer boots. This would be your first outing around the other villagers that was a…casual event. Sure, the Flower Festival was nice, but you didn’t really “know” anybody, so you were secluded in the corner most of the time, and the dance was fun but…awkward. You didn’t know the right steps and were positive you looked like an absolute fool. You were grateful to Maru for letting you dance with her since she seemed like the only viable dance partner (although seeing Harvey dejected on the side made you feel a little bad).

Sam approached you afterward and told you that you had done great, but you just hid into your farmer’s hat (one that you proudly won during the egg festival) and made your way back home, offering him a quiet “I have to go.”

The next few days were spent in the mines, far away from contact with anybody.

I just hope it’s not as awkward.

You fiddle with your farmer’s hat a few times. On or off? On or off? You decide to wear it, leaving it on the kitchen counter for easy access when you leave.

Better to bring it just in case I need another quick escape.

Peeking out the window, you realize you’ve gotten ready way too early; the sun hasn’t even set yet.

Now what?

You wander around your room for a bit, fiddle with your radio, and dance around a bit until you hear a gentle knock at the door.

Whatever butterflies you felt before have all multiplied and are now in panic mode.

You rush to turn off the radio and run to the door.

“Hi,” Sam says as you open the door. To your surprise, he’s holding… ice cream?

He is tall and bright in your doorway and has cleaned up quite nicely. He’s wearing a white T-shirt (something you never really see him in) and jeans that, surprisingly, don’t have any holes in them. He’s wearing his signature black Converse, nearly torn to bits those things. Small black and silver piercings adorn his lips, eyes, and ears, and he presses his tongue to the ring on his bottom lip as he waits for your response. Nervous habit, you guess.

“Hi,” You say, giving a small smile despite your quivering lips and thudding heartbeat. “What’s this?” you gesture to the melting pastel-colored liquid dripping down his hand to his forearm.

“Oh!” he takes his free hand and runs it through his blonde locks before taking a lick at the melted ice cream on his wrist. Your eyes make a quick glance at the action, and something in your belly stirs, but you write it off as the butterflies.

Get it together…

“It’s really hot out today, so I thought I’d bring you some sorbet, but…well, it’s really hot, and it’s quite the trip.” He gestures down to his skateboard, leaning on your porch. You can’t tell if it’s the beginning of a sunburn beaming up his neck or blush, but regardless, it’s endearing.      

“Well… thanks!” You grab the dripping sorbet cone from his hand, carefully maneuvering it to keep it from spilling onto yourself, you only just got clean. “Wanna come in?” you lick at a sorbet-covered finger before reaching his eyes “and clean up?”

Sam stands on your porch quietly for a few seconds, staring straight into your face. You giggle a little and lick at your hand, now promptly covered in sorbet. “Um, before it melts some more?”

This seems to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in. He clears his throat. “Yeah! I mean, yeah, yeah, that’s probably smart.”

You take a few steps back, careful with the melting cone in your hand, and make room for him to enter your cabin.

“Sorry, it’s kind of a mess. Haven’t really had the time clean.” More licks at your palm.

This is pointless, it’s not even edible at this point.

“That’s okay. You look really pretty, by the way.” Sam is still planted in your entryway, seemingly unsure of where to go from there, his eyes darting everywhere in the room beside you.

His compliment sends a flush of heat throughout your whole body.

“Thank you, Sam. The boots aren’t too ‘farmy’? I mean, with the dress?” You gesture with your hands, moving too fast for the melting confection in your hand. The little dollop of half-frozen sorbet slides dramatically out of the cone.

Before you even realize it, Sam is in your bubble, catching the little ball of sorbet in his hands.

“Ah, I'm sorry!” You say, looking down at Sam’s hands, which are getting stickier by the minute. He just chuckles in response.

“It’s okay, really.” He takes the ball of sorbet ice cream and plops it into his mouth before looking back down at you.

“Ow, shot, diu yew wan sum?” He says with a mouth full of sorbet.

You giggle and shake your head, licking the remainder of the sorbet off your fingers and wrist. If you had looked up at any point in your self-grooming, you would have noticed Sam’s heated eyes on you.

“It is really yummy, though; I like sorbet.” You say before looking back up and catching his eyes. He’s pink all over.

“Um, yeah. Yeah, I like it too.” He offers after a beat and then gestures his sticky hands towards the sink. You nod your head and walk over with him.

“Sorry for finishing it off, that was rude.” He says while taking off his rings, now covered in sorbet.

He wore four of them, one on each of his middle fingers, one on his right pointer finger, and the last on his left thumb. He rinses them quickly before placing them on your counter.

“No, it’s okay, really. I enjoyed what I had.” You watch as he lathers his hands with your homemade kale soap before he places it into your open hands.

You both stand there in silence, washing hands and arms. Despite your best wishes, it’s awkward. An odd, homely awkwardness because it’s your kitchen and your sink and your soap, and yet Sam’s presence makes everything feel brand new. He’s standing so close, you can smell the sweat on his skin, and you hate yourself for being a little obsessed with it.

 His arm brushes up against yours as he runs the soapy water over himself.

Despite how simple, the act seems entirely too intimate, and you quickly finish washing your hands and drying them with a dish towel. You needed to get far away from him to quell the butterflies in your gut.

Wow, I definitely like him more than I thought.

Not knowing what to do with yourself, you lean on the backside of your kitchen counter and fiddle with the frayed edges of your farmer hat.

Sam is the first to break the silence.

“I like the boots, actually. I’ve been thinking about getting myself a pair.” He reaches for a kitchen towel and begins drying his arms, turning around and leaning his back on the sink.

He looks so pretty you could faint from this vision of him in your kitchen. His lower abdomen is soaked, and his shirt has become temporarily see-through.  You try so hard not to stare, but you can see a thin stretch of a happy train through his shirt, and you can feel your cheeks get hot.

Oh my God.

“I’m sure you’d look nice in them.” You say, your voice shaky.

Sam smirks. “Not better than you.”

You let out a dry laugh because it’s all you can manage and make an exaggerated nervous look at the clock. 

7:00 pm.

“We should probably head over, yeah?”

Sam clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah, are you ready?” He folds your kitchen towel and starts putting his rings back on as he walks to the front door.

You fiddle with your hat some more.

Better to be safe than sorry.

You go to put the hat on your head, and Sam chuckles from behind you.

“Isn’t it too late to be wearing a hat? The sun’s setting.” His tone is light and jokey, but it still stings a little.

“Oh, it was, ugh, I don’t know, haha.” You quickly make your way towards the door, leaving the hat on the counter.

“Wait, no, what?” Sam moves closer and places a hand on your arm, stopping you in your steps. You look up into his eyes, and his brows are pursed together in confusion and questioning.

“I was using it for ‘protection.” You throw up fake quotation marks and give a light chuckle, deeply embarrassed.

“I’ll protect you.” Sam blurts out, and before you can even respond, he’s quick to correct himself.

“I won’t let you be alone tonight. That’s what I meant. I’ll stay by your side���if you want.”

“Oh, um, okay.” You cringe internally at the entire situation and make your way outside, passing by Sam’s body in the doorway, making a conscious effort not to look at his face. You don’t think you could survive looking into his eyes with only a few inches between you.

I need to get myself together…quickly.

Sam walks out and walks down your steps as you lock up.

“I was thinking I could teach you how to ride?” Sam says as he pulls up his skateboard from the porch.

As you walk down the steps, you shake your head a little, “Not that’s okay, I'd probably just fall over.”

Sam chuckles, “You think I’d let you fall?”

It’s orange outside now, and there is a cool summer breeze that passes by just as you feel the heat crawl up your body again. It’s almost as if nature is helping you chill out. 

“Um, no, I don’t.” You give a little laugh, and Sam reaches his hand out to you, one foot on the board.

“It’ll get us there faster anyways.”

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In the end, it doesn’t.

His best efforts to stabilize you made you a shaky mess, causing you to tumble off the board and into his arms way too many times to count.

Sam’s heavy hands on your waist as he walked alongside you on the board made you dizzy the whole time. The coldness of his rings bled through the thin fabric of your dress, making his touch ten times more intoxicating.

That and the fact that his grip was so tight, your dress kept riding up. At one point, he even made a point to pull it down himself before running alongside you to distract you from the action with speed (which only made your dress hike up again).

“You know, you're not so bad at this,” he says as you approach the cobblestone, slowing down before firmly plucking you off the skateboard.

You flush again because you are both very aware that you could have stepped off the skateboard without hurting yourself, but whatever.

“Well, I have a pretty good teacher.” You say before tugging your dress down...again.

“Why, thank you,” He laughs before he grabs his skateboard and fiddles with it for a bit before adding, “Maybe I could teach you properly, you know, another time?”

It’s a hazy purple-pink outside now, and yet Sam is still haloed by the gentle fading light of the sun. Somehow, the universe just decides to highlight and pedestal him whenever it can, turning every moment that should be normal into a cinematic scene.  

“I’d like that.” You say before turning on your heel and making a slow approach to the Saloon.

It takes a few seconds before you hear the quick shuffle of Sam’s scuffed-up Converse catching up to you, and before you know it, he’s right beside you, arm brushing against yours ever so slightly in your walk.

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When you finally make it to the Saloon, it isn’t as busy as you’d thought it would be. Sam leaves you near the entrance a beat after you enter to say hi to Abigail and Sebastian. You don’t mind his absence, needing a moment to still your beating heart.

You look around the saloon as Sam walks away, turning back every two seconds to check up on you. You lock eyes with Penny, who’s already looking at you by the time you look at her, and she gives you a small wave.

You didn’t know Penny well, but you knew she and Sam were close. You remembered seeing them dance at the flower dance together and a few times after that just around town, but you didn’t really know the extent of their relationship. Surely, if Sam was here with you, that meant that nothing was going on between them, right?

You walk over to her table despite a familiar sick feeling rising in your gut.

“Hi, Penny.” There is a stool at her table, but you remain standing. Sam was gonna come back any minute anyway, and you weren’t too keen on sitting at a table with the both of them for the remainder of the night.

“Y/N! How nice to see you away from the farm, " she says, fiddling with a muffin wrapper on the table. Before you can respond, she adds, “You’re here with Sam?”

“Oh… yeah. He thought I needed some time out and about; I guess everyone thinks that.” You laugh a little and wish you had something to fiddle with as well.

Penny gives a short laugh, “We all just like seeing you around, that’s all.”

You don’t know if you believe her, but before you can respond, her eyes are trailing away from yours to something…no, someone behind you. They seem to soften at whoever she’s looking at, and a few beats later, Sam’s standing right next to you at the table.

“Good evening, Penny.” He says with a goofy smile on his face.

You hear a whistle behind you and turn around to see Sebastian and Abigail peeking around a corner of the Saloon. Abigail is wriggling her eyebrows in your direction, and Seb has a god-awful smirk on his face.

You turn around quickly, looking down at your boots, and can hear Sam clear his throat.

“Hi, Sam. So kind of you to bring our lovely farmer out.” Penny says, her hands on the table.

“About time, right?” He nudges you with his shoulder.

“Yeah, most definitely.” You say, giving them both the warmest smile you could conjure up.

“Now, Miss Penny, if you don’t mind,” he moves behind you and places both hands on your shoulders, gently turning you to the bar, “I’m gonna get our farmer a drink.”

Penny gives a light laugh, but Sam has let go of your arms before you can even say goodbye and is walking ahead of you to the bar.

You look over your shoulder in hopes of giving Penny a wave, but you only catch her orange skirt on the door frame as she leaves the saloon.

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The last time you were at a bar, it was in ZuZu City. What was supposed to be a fun night out with some coworkers ended up with you throwing up in an alleyway and then again in a taxi. One too many cosmopolitans. You miss the feeling a little. Being unknown in a bar, wearing tight shimmery dresses, desire in the air, and shitty expensive drinks with exotic names. You approach Sam at the bar, and despite the lack of patrons, you stand so close your arms touch for the millionth time that night.

At this moment, you can’t help but think about how drastically your life changed in just a year.

The gentle hum of the jukebox playing “Hold You in My Arms” by Ray LaMontagne, the softness of Sam’s skin on yours, the yellow lighting, and beer and wine being the only things on the drink menu. Something about this trumped the feeling of a sleazy dive bar. Sure, there was a desire in the air…but it wasn’t scary. It didn’t prompt you to take three “Green Tea Shots” back-to-back to quell the nerves. It was gentle and promising. You still couldn’t believe this was a part of your life now.

Sam clears his throat to get Gus’s attention and holds up a crinkly twenty-dollar bill. “What can this get us?” His voice comes out shaky.

You get the impression that this isn’t something Sam does often. Well, not the drinking bit, but ordering it at a bar.

Gus raises an eyebrow and takes the bill from Sam’s hands, holding it up to the light and faux inspecting it with a smirk on his face.

Sam sucks his tongue and shakes his head “C’mon Gus.”

“Hey, you can never know with your generation. Two beers?” He raises an eyebrow at the both of you, and you smile back. “Yes, please.”

“And how are you doing, farmer?” Gus goes to pour the beers as the question lingers in the air.

“Good!” you offer enthusiastically. “Summer crops are all planted...So that’s good.”

“That’s…Good?” Gus jokes and places the beers on the bar.

You give a light laugh and take the beer in your hands.

“Thank you, Gus!” Sam adds as he one-handedly grabs his beer, places his free hand on your lower back, and ushers you away from the bar to a table near the jukebox.

“He usually doesn’t give me a hard time.” He leans down and side-whispers into your ear, which causes your brain to short-circuit. All you can do is hum in response.

This might kill me.

He goes to pull out your chair, and when you sit, he pulls the diagonal seat closer to yours before sitting down and smiling at you.

Okay, this will definitely kill me.

“Gus’s beer is the best.” He says before taking a big gulp. You go for a small sip, and he’s right. It is a really good beer. You make a mental note to ask Gus about his technique.

“So…” you offer into the silence.

“So…” Sam says back, chuckling after. “I’m glad you decided to come out tonight.”

“Yeah, me too. My body definitely needed this.” You hold the beer up before taking another drink.

After a few more swallows, the conversation comes easily. Sam talks about work and his dad, but mostly his music.

“Yeah, I’ve got some stuff I'm working on now if you ever wanna stop by and listen.” Another sip.

“At this point, we’ve got like three dates lined up.” You blush as soon as the words leave your mouth, and you're torn between taking another sip or putting the beer down because, clearly, you’ve had enough. You take another sip despite that fact and pull your eyes up to Sam’s.

He’s blushing.

“I guess I just really want to see you.” And with that, he downs the rest of his beer.

This time, the butterflies in your gut don’t stir from anxiety but from something else. Something less tangible and indistinguishable but so, so good.

“Well, then, how can I say no?” You try and fail at finishing the rest of your beer, a piss-poor attempt at mimicking his confidence.

He chuckles, and the sound sends tingles all over your body.

“Okay, but first, I need to know if you like rock music.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Um…” You ponder on the question. You couldn’t say that you listened to rock music often, not recently at least.

“I used to listen to a lot… back in my youth.” You finish off your beer, feeling it in your head and your legs. The butterflies must be boozy, too, now because they have seemingly gone to sleep.

“You say that like you're old or something,” Sam says before getting up from his seat and offering you his hand.

“Technically, I am old, older than you.” You make a one-over look at his ring-clad hand before adding, “What's this?”

“I’m gonna play a song for you. On the jukebox. C’mon.” His fingers beckon for you to get up, so you do because if there’s one thing liquor makes you be, it is obedient.

His rings are cold against your hand as he leads you to the jukebox, and you internally whine at the absence of his touch when he lets you go to fiddle with the options.

“If you know this song, I owe you another beer, and if not…” He raises his eyebrow.

You laugh a little and then get immediately nervous.

Please let me know the song.

The intro to “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand starts playing, and you have to giggle because who on earth doesn’t know this song? Sam looks down at you, and instead of giving him an answer, you start to sing along with the song.

“So if you’re lonely, you know I'm here waiting for you…”

Sam’s face lights up immediately, and he claps his hands.

“Wow, I guess I owe you another beer.”

“Oh, c’mon Sam, everyone knows this song.”

Sam throws his hands up in the air before making his way back to the bar, and this time, it looks like Gus doesn’t give him a hard time. Hell, you even think that you see Gus wink at him as he makes his way back over to you.

“One beer for the pretty farmer.” He says as he hands you a full pint.

“Thank you,” You say before taking a big gulp.

“Do you know any drinking games?” Sam says, now leaning on the jukebox, his face very close to yours. You don’t flush from the proximity, and maybe it’s because of the beer, or maybe it is because, under the yellow light and lenses of damn good beer, Sam is so pretty.

To be honest, Sam was always really pretty, very breathtaking, but now... something made him shine. There was a pull that made you want to lean in and fully dissect every element of his face. Of his being.

You hum lightly as your eyes trace over his face before saying, “It’s not technically a drinking game, but, Never Have I Ever?”

You watch as Sam rolls his eyes before he licks at his lip ring and answers, albeit sarcastically, “No, y/n, I have never played, never have I ever.” Despite his answer, he throws up a ring-clad hand and says, “Can I go first?”

You roll your eyes. “Sure, hit me.”

He juts out his bottom lip in feign thought before he raises his eyebrows as if he’s had a realization.

“What does the winner get?”

You blink at him a few times before shrugging. “What do you want? If you win, that is.”

There seems to be no point to fake think this time as Sam rounds the jukebox machine to get closer to you before leaning in and whispering in your ear, “A kiss.”

You feel warm all over and a little dizzy, but the nerves that usually pulse through your veins when Sam is near are nowhere to be found, just a warm wanting. You want to kiss him.

The idea of faking wrong answers passes through your mind, but you push it down because if you were going to kiss Sam, it would have to be won by him fair and square. And if you won... well, you’d just find another to kiss him.

“Okay. I’ll kiss you.” It comes out quick, and you feel a little embarrassed by the laugh it pulls from Sam.

“Woah, farmer, that’s only when I win.” He winks and puts his hand up again. “You first.” He says, his eyes lazily drawing over your face.

“Hmm, okay. Never have I ever been lost in the mines after curfew.”

Sam blinks at you a few times before slowly putting a finger down, and you fake a gasp.

“Okay, okay, just don’t tell my mom; she’ll freak.”

“Sam, Sam, Sam, I never would have thought.” You say before taking another sip of your beer, it’s almost empty now, and your bottom lip feels numb at the intoxication it brings

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The questions come and go, and by the time it’s almost midnight, you're left with one finger, and Sam is left with two. Most of his questions were farm-related, and you’d be annoyed at the fact that you were losing if you weren’t getting rewarded for your loss. But you are.

“Okay, farmer, you ready for this one?” he wiggles his two fingers, and you giggle, wiggling your one finger back.

“Never have I ever been a farmer in Stardew Valley.”

You roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time tonight. Not out of actual annoyance, but because Sam is just that good. Knows all the right words, right things to do and say. Knows how to kill the final question in Never Have I Ever.

You put your one finger down, and before you can say anything to memorialize your loss, Sam’s palms are on your neck, and his lips are on yours, wet and needy.

The kiss is over before you even know it, and he’s pulling back, all big-eyed and tender-looking. With his face still within an inch of yours, he smirks and says, “I win.”

You nod dazedly, your eyes still on Sam’s lips.

“You want another?” Sam hiccups and rubs his thumb on your cheek. You nod, and Sam is leaning in, licking at his piercing before you connect again.

Sometime during all of the fuss, you put your glass down and allow your hands to roam over Sam’s arms and down to his biceps. He’s pretty solid, and as you reach to run your hands under his shirt, you hear a loud clearing of the throat at the bar.

In sync, you and Sam pull away from each other and turn to the sound, only to be pleasantly greeted with Gus’s frown.

“Closing up soon. You kids should head home.” He says before making a pointed look at Sam, “Make sure she makes it back home.”

You flush from embarrassment, but Sam grabs your hand, gives a head nod to Gus, and pulls you out of the Saloon before it can seep in.

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Before you can register what’s happening, the boozy feeling in your mind and legs making everything feel wobbly, Sam is pulling you to the side of the saloon, and his lips are on yours again.

He tastes like beer and sorbet and sweat and summer. It’s magical the way Sam kisses. It’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before. To be fair, you’ve never been pressed up against the side of a saloon on a warm summer night kissing the guy of your dreams. Your hands make their way up into his hair, and it’s so soft, so you grip it because it’s angel hair, truly. Sam moans into your mouth and kisses his tongue inside.

He liked that?

You can feel everything, everywhere. The brick wall, Sam’s heavy front, and even heavier mouth. He keeps one hand on your neck, his thumb running up and down, trying to pull you closer than you already are. The other finds its way to your thigh and pulls one of your legs up and around him, slotting himself closer to you.

Oh my gosh, he’s huge.

The pressure of his body is intense and needy and all too much and not enough at the same time.

He pulls back, and even in the dim light that the tavern provides, you can see the need in his eyes and the kissed-out pink on his lips. He’s absolutely angelic. “Is this okay?” he nudges his nose into your neck, peppering it with kisses and sniffs as if he is trying to capture your scent and trap it in his memory.

His hand on your thigh travels higher, hiking your thin white dress up even higher, but he stops right before he hits your panty line, thumbs tracing hesitant circles into your skin.

You can sense he’s waiting for an answer, but the fireflies dancing just behind his head distract you for a second. What did you do in a past life to deserve this? What bug did you save that was an angel in disguise that pardoned you from a life without this kind of pleasure?

 He leaves wet, sloppy kisses down your neck and grinds himself into you, and you can actually feel him. “Y/N?” He looks up, his brows taught with desire. His eyes dart back and forth between yours and your lips, and he looks so needy you can’t even bring yourself to say anything.

You nod your head quickly before grabbing his face and pulling him back into a kiss. Salty and boozy and so intoxicating. Sam is a good kisser. Like really good.

It’s like he studied the right amount of pressure to apply, when to purse his lips into yours, when to swirl his tongue around, and when to pull it back. He even gives your tongue a little suck before pulling back and peppering your lips and cheeks before diving back in again, giving you time to breathe.

Who taught him this?

To shun the thought of Sam kissing literally anybody but you out of your mind, you pull him closer to you (which seems impossible at this point).

Sam lets out probably the sexiest laugh you've ever heard in your life before pulling away from the kiss and biting your lip, using his thumb to soothe the sting that’s left.

The sting is long gone after a few seconds, evaporating into something stronger, but he keeps his thumb there, swiping back and forth at the wetness left from your kiss.

“You like me?” He says as he looks at your lips like he wants to see them say yes. Commit the action to his memory and replay it whenever he gets the chance.  His free hand (free is subjective considering how it was just squeezing and caressing your thigh two seconds ago) travels closer to your panty line, and when he finally reaches it, he snaps it.

You jolt. Everything about this is just too much. You think back to only a few hours later when you couldn’t even fathom the touch of Sam’s arm against yours, and now…well, now things are very different.

Sam laughs into your neck from your reaction and draws his finger in between your skin and the fabric of your panties, which are now thoroughly soaked. It tickles, so you pull away a little, but Sam sucks his tongue and pushes himself closer to you.  

You can’t even focus on the task at hand because the view of your bodies this close together is borderline pornographic, and honestly, if you could take a picture with your eyes, you would.

“Y/N,” he says carefully, almost shyly, using his hand to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. “Do you?”

At this moment, Sam is everything. Your heart and breath get heavy, and you need to calm yourself down before you combust into a thousand beams of light and never get to feel this again because you’ve become a part of the atmosphere.

Five things you can see?

Sam’s lust-ridden eyes, peering into your soul. 

Sams’s pink cheeks, his even pinker lips.

Fireflies in the distance, glowing in and out. Haloing him.

The moon; full and beaming.

Four things you can touch?

You run your hand up Sam’s arm, which is taut and slightly muscular. It travels up and up to Sam's neck, and he leans into the touch before you fiddle with his earring and then reach into his hair before dragging your hand down to his lips, mimicking his action from before.

Three things you can hear?

The bugs outside are buzzing loudly, but they have nothing on the deep, heavy breaths Sam is taking as you play with his bottom lip. He hums gently before leaning in to kiss you again.

Two things you can smell?

Beer and the summer air at night.  

One thing you can taste?

Sams’s lips finally touch yours again, and you can’t even compute the taste. It just tastes like him. It’s deep and wet and needy and tastes like heaven. You pull back and lick at the piercing on his bottom lip before diving back into his lips. You want to kiss him deeper, but he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want-” Sam starts, but you cut him off this time.

“Yes, yes, Sam. I like you.” It comes out needier and breathier than you would have liked, but the look on Sam’s face eases any embarrassment your brain could even come up with to ruin the moment.

“God, you are so pretty,” Sam says before peppering kisses onto your lips. Every time his lips pull away, even though it’s for a millisecond, you long for them, feeling helplessly needy.

 The feeling is heavy in your chest. Need. Want. Desire.

Sam’s hand is going back up to your dress and presses at your clothed heat, pulling the wet fabric to the side before tracing his middle finger through your sex.

“Oh shit you are so we-“

 “AHEM.” You both jolt apart quick to see Gus standing in the now paling light of the Saloon.

“You’d both better get home.” Gus is walking away before either of you can respond. You can see him shaking his head slowly as he walks away.

“Oh, shit.” You say, turning to Sam, giggling.

He’s got a stupid smile plastered on his face as he gets down on one knee, his face at your abdomen, and he’s pulling down and smoothing out your hiked-up dress before leaving a kiss right above your navel and getting back up.

“It’s getting late.” He kicks up his skateboard from the bush he hid it in only hours before. “Feel safe riding home?”

Despite the beer coursing through your veins and the uneasiness that comes with each step, you nod your head. Anything to feel Sam’s heavy hands on your body again.

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The ride back home takes twice as long. Every time you fell off the skateboard, Sam met you with a heated kiss and said, “It’s okay, Y/N. You can try again.” His hands were warmer than ever, steady on your waist, and when your dress began to hike up this time, he didn’t even bother pulling it down, drunk eyes roaming all over your figure.

Eventually, you got the hang of it, riding on the board without his assistance, dress flowing in the wind, a screamed laugh of excitement leaving your lungs.

When the board came to a halt, you turned around expecting to see Sam close at your behind, but he was actually a few ways back, arms crossed, smiling.

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You watch Sam skate off into the moonlight, and when he turns around to wave, wobbling on his board, he has the biggest, dorkiest smile on his face. You don’t realize it, but you do, too.

When he finally rides out of sight, you go back inside but can’t get yourself to let go of the door handle. A part of you wanted to run back outside and call out his name and invite him inside. For what? You couldn’t even answer that question yourself.

[craziertogether]

thinking about mike & will

first off happy valentine’s day! now onto another yap session. i sometimes find myself wondering why i’m so obsessed with byler. it might be because i have a tendency to like tragic queer couples (aot, orv, & bbm) or maybe bc i love the yearner trope. but honestly the thing that gets me about byler is probably because growing up with them i struggled with the same things they did (internalized homophobia & hiding my sexuality) it wasn’t until literally so recently that i started to find myself accepting my own queer attraction.

growing up seeing that on TV with these two characters who’s love is beyond any queer relationship on TV. It’s gut wrenching with just the right amount of angst that doesn’t make me wanna choke myself but enough that it’s realistic and raw. they never sexualized or made it seem shameful that queer love exists, and with that they’ve built up a love that grew so beautifully from the very first moment. they showed us that this relationships was incredibly deep, it started that day in kindergarten when mike asked will to be his friend and they’ve been inseparable since. they started as the outcasts and sought each other out and others who might’ve felt as lonely as they did. and yet their bond out ranks theirs with dustin and lucas, why? because it just does, because they found each other, not by “dumb luck or fate” but by choosing the other person to be their friend. choosing them to be in their party. mike choosing to stay/stand by will even when EVERYONE else chose to leave. mike’s love/care for will is so deep that it’s comparable to how his own mother values him, them being the only ones to believe that he was alive with NO evidence and actually having evidence to disprove his life, but mike had even less than joyce. like that is the kind of love that comes after years of marriage/familial bonds, the intuition of how the other is/are feeling.

this love doesn’t fade even though the seasons continue. i think we tend to really feel like mike’s character declined because he abandoned his friends as a means to hide his sexuality, but how is that he somehow still is most in tune with will even through all that. of course he’s already made the mistake and it’s too late to undo what has been done, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. by trying save his relationship with will in season 3/4, it’s almost like he’s trying to find a secret exit within the horrible walls he built around himself. he wants nothing more than to hide his secret from everyone and yet he’s so bad at it, not because will or men are his kryptonite or anything like that. but because it’s practically instinctual for him to choose will just like he did when he was a kid. it’s not like he doesn’t care about anyone else, but that love and care he has for those around him will never compare to they love he has for will because he will always choose and love will differently than anyone else. (again see his fights with EL, lucas, dustin, max, nancy, his parents, hopper). it’s shown to us that he becomes an asshole to them all at some point but it’s insane that we never see him actually apologize to any of them on screen the way that we see him do it with will. the amount of screen time and emphasis they put onto their relationship is not something you do for a pair of friends. it’s not, and somehow every moment they share is so much more intimate than even my favorite couples in the show but somehow it’s still going over the GA’s head. their moments are tender and intimate without sexual/romantic intimacy and somehow they outdo all the romance we DO see in screen. (let me say tho that the endgame couples obviously have love that i admire and love so much too) but byler’s is so incredibly unique and special in way that we haven’t seen in another parts of the show. (obviously parallels exist but those parallels aren’t identical).

on top of everything that we know and see, i stated before how this show will change everything, but all of this build up and once it’s finally confirmed and shown to the GA. it will be a happy, real, and raw love story that will be broadcast to millions. who, whether they want to admit it or not, it will show a story that is undeniably beautiful. a queer love story that isn’t cheesy (i love cheesy) or incredibly tragic (also love) but had time to buildup and grow with angst and painful moments but also tender and emotional moments that so many can relate to. seriously i’m having withdrawals, drop the trailer please.

[little-forest-goblin]

The Art of Valentine

❤️ Valentines day special ❤️

Synopsis: Five had you as a coworker at the CIA. You guys could be described as work wife and work husband by other coworkers and also because everybody can feel the unspoken desire, wanting, love and care. Eventually this all boils over.

Note: this story is in season 4 but there is no forbidden relationship (AKA five and lila) and the universe did not reset. The cleanse was just a cult of crazies.

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Five had a crush that he completely thought qas hopeless. HOPELESS. He kept telling himself to stop dreaming of her when you know that it wont happen! Sadly his ass was not cooperating with his logical albeit twisted logic. Either way he liked you.

You and he were described as a work wife and husband to everyone. If I went up to them and asked about the two of you it would be that exact description. Some coworkers found it annoying while others found it kind of adorable and were betting on the two of you ending up together

God five was hoping the same thing and little did he know you did too.

It was a normal office day. Five going through files on the newest case. After finding out that the director was a part of the cleanse cult they obviously replaced him and just so happened to replace him with five.

They found that five were more than qualified for the job of CIA director. He did appreciate it because he got quite a hit of money and it was quite an achievement.

You came into the office with a new file for the case they were working on. “Well hello handsome. I have the file you asked for”

he looked up and sipped his coffee and smiled setting it down “You keep talking like that and you might get yourself in trouble”

you chuckled and walked over to the desk setting the file down “Maybe i want to be in trouble”

he smirked and leaned forward towards you. Your breaths mingled and his body even though you didn't touch yet was warm. “Don't make me spank you, honey.”

you blushed and moved back “w-well than i guess i should behave” you turned and moved to walk out.

he swallowed and his eyes trailed down your body. His heart was pounding. Once you left he was in a panic. He let out a strangled breath his hands on his desk and his heart pounding he was sure he was dying

“I'm dead this is it. Her beauty has killed me. Her wit has killed me. A MURDER!!!”

Meanwhile, outside the office a few coworkers heard him yell after you left. One of the coworkers that had a mug of coffee was talking to one leaning against the wall “You think he has a photo of her in his wallet she doesn't know about?”

the coworker leaning against the wall nodded “Probably”

Meanwhile five was having a heart attack induced by you. Good god save him now. He took a shaky sip of coffee.

“God save me now”

Soon after he needed more coffee and sadly he didn't have a coffee machine in his office which meant he had to go outside and possibly interact.

He left his office making his way to the break room as quickly as possible without distractions or unnecessary conversation. He got into the breakroom and sighed where there were only a few girls talking in the corner on their breaktime.

He headed to the machine and was pouring himself a cup and maybe he was eavesdropping…a little.

“Oh my god i didn't even catch that it was february! I am not looking forward to this.” one of the girls said with a annoyed sigh as she sipped whatever was in her mug

Another girl who had her hair done up in a messy bun and looked far too tired to be working nodded “I agree. What's the point of valentines if you dont got one” the other girl agreed

Another girl who was enjoying a complimentary bag of chips that were usually in a little wicker basket on the counter looked at them like they were crazy “What? you guys don't like valentines? That's crazy.”

the same girl who started the conversation about february playfully rolled her eyes “Well cassie not everyone has a girlfriend like you to share the month with”

the girl who was supposedly named cassie blushed “Hey! don't go yelling that! What if the wrong person hears I keep my life private you know!”

They chuckled and headed out of the break room once it was up. Five was left there with a pit in his stomach. Its february which means valentines day.

He rushed to the office and checked his calendar. Oh fuck…

He hated Valentine's Day but it still made him so nervous. He hated it because he would get a valentine from people he didn't want and never from the person he did but his hopes were always up that maybe he would get one. His heart would hurt every single year you’d think he would forget.

he didn't care much for valentines after the first apocalypse but once he got back and experienced holidays like valentines all over again he was smitten with a lot except for valentines day.

his family tried to encourage him to meet people and actually find love or a valentine. He sat in his office chair thinking. Maybe he should try this year.

And so he set a plan. Multiple plans actually. Plan A’s and B’s just in case one didn't work.

~Timeskip~

None of them worked. He failed. He got cold feet. He knew he shouldn't have. He used to be an assassin but you brought out that side of him. You made him nervous. All the flirting and your genuine care and the fact that you would listen to him and engage in deep thought it was…nerve wracking.

He thought all hope was lost. He would be destined to be alone because he can't crawl out of the shell that he perfectly built and well…perfected.

He walked down the hall just needing a minute away from his work and stuffy office and from the file. He must’ve not been paying attention because he bumped into somebody that he learned was you.

“Oh shit!” you yelled as you fell right onto your ass

he turned around, his eyes widening. He was mentally cursing himself and his entire biological bloodline. “Oh god, y/n I'm so sorry. I was not paying attention.”

you stood dusting yourself off “No no it's alright it seems you're out of it.”

he chuckled nervously pink dusting his cheeks. If he wasn't so nervous maybe he would notice your own pinkened cheeks. His mouth began running faster than he could think and before he could think of the possible consequences he blurted out:

“Would you be willing to go on a date with me?!” his eyes widened along with yours.

He just asked you out right? That wasn't you just dreaming right? before you could talk he blinked away. he was gone within a flash. You were left speechless. You looked down each end of the hall hoping to see if you could catch him but sadly he couldn't.

you sighed and leaned back against the wall. Your head hit the back of the wall and you sighed. Once you were ready after a quick debrief in your head you saw a wallet on the floor left where he was. Your eyebrows furrowed ans picked it up. Surely it wasnt fives right?

You opened it and saw his Id and license in the pouch. You were gonna close it till a paper fell out. You quickly picked it up. Now you knew you shouldn't snoop through his things but you couldn’t help it. You flipped it over and saw it was a photo of you.

your eyes widened a blush forming. You…he had a photo of you. You thought he wouldn't like you like that. A really long time of pining over him and he…he liked you back. He sounded so nervous.

You opened your phone and saw the date. February 13th. Perfect.

>Next day<

five got to his office feeling miserable. No valentines for him once again and he blew it. He opened his office and set down his briefcase on a side table by the door. He flipped on the lights.

What he saw made his eyes widen. On the desk was a bouquet of flowers. A beautiful bunch of roses with dark green ferns in it. It was gorgeous.

Inside he saw a card. He picked it up and opened the card. Inside read

“To Five hargreeves.

You left your wallet in the hallway when you blinked away. I returned it to you. It is in your front desk drawer. Also about that date, id love to go. How does at 8 tonight sound? See you then lover boy.

Love, y/n l/n”

His eyes widened and his heart pounded. The card was from you. He held the flowers close until he sat down and set it down on the desk. He opened the front drawer and there his wallet was.

He picked it up and opened it. He saw a new piece of paper that he had never seen before. On it had writing it read

“I saw the photo of me in your wallet. I decided to give you a better one. A personal favorite of mine”

he flipped it over and saw it was a photo, obviously. A more precious one. One of you and him laughing at a table together over an inside joke you two made.

As he sat back in his desk looking at the photo of you two laughing at the joke and your legs under the table were slightly intertwined, you and him were close and intimate but far enough that distance didn't seem so little anymore.

That's what made it all the more special.

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Hi guys! I know some of you might be looking for a valentines smut story but i decided not to do that but i can create another if you want just give me some time! I love you guys please be safe out there ❤️

[rouge-the-bat]

yo would anyone be able to help out and send me and my girlfriend ( @ashtwinproject22 ) some money for some kitty-wellness?

TLDR; we need help to get 3 female stray cats fixed asap as its mating season, and get one of my cats lump checked at a vet before fixing him too. this all can cost anywhere from approx $157 to $253+ the unknown price for potentially removing the lump. if you can help, my girlfriend's cashapp is $nalathequeen2186 and paypal is @nalathequeen2186 !

(also please check the reblogs when you can, in case i have any updates about prices, if we reach the amount we need, changes to the situation, etc. will also show updates of the kitties when we can get them fixed/to the vet, to prove were getting it all done!)

the strays weve been trying to help out ⬆️

my sweet silly boy with the lump (ft. me) ⬇️

full explanation under the cut:

one of my brothers and his girlfriend moved in with us until they can find a place, and they brought over the cats that were living under their house that theyve helped take care of, but theyre mostly stray, and unfortunately my brother is very "let nature run its course" about outside cats 🙄

its 3 sister mama cats, and we already took in their 3 surviving babies, and have gotten 2 of the babies fixed and have the 3rd one scheduled to be fixed in less than a week. so atm, we have 7 cats in this house, and as much as i would love to, we just cant take in the 3 mamas as well, even though theyre incredibly sweet.

im unsure what our full plan will be about the 3 mamas, especially since im unsure what my brothers plans with them will be once he and his gf move back out (were not exactly on speaking terms right now since hes been a total piece of shit about me and my gf struggling with mentall illness- which he doesnt even believe is real 🙄🙄🙄). im hoping we can get them nice homes, but at least for now were wanting to get the three of them fixed so there wont be more stray cats, and especially not more kitties dying out there. and unfortunately, mating season slipped my mind and is now upon us, so we REALLY need to get these mamas fixed ASAP.

and in addition to that, one of my cats has this large-ish lump on his right side that were wanting to get checked out, and get him fixed as well. i suspect that its nothing serious, considering it doesnt seem to cause him any issues- he'll even lay on it without a problem- but im worried about it nonetheless, and we'll need to get it checked out and potentially removed before we can get him fixed in case it could cause complications during the neutering.

unfortunately, as you can imagine since im making this post, we dont really have the money for this. my mom, who we live with, rarely has much extra money and certainly doesnt atm, and me and my girlfriend have been struggling with too many mental health issues- and for her, physical health issues as well- to get a job for a while now. things will be improving soon now that we have adhd diagnoses, but my gfs insurance is dragging its feet to finally get her adhd medication approved, and i only JUST finally got my own a few days ago, and am basically playing extreme catch-up with trying to get stuff done around the house right now and help out my mom more.

im really not sure exactly how much everything will amount to, but so far ive figured up getting all 3 mamas fixed should be either about $75 if a certain program the spay/neuter clinic nearby has for strays/ferals can be used, or if not itll be between $111-171, and getting just an exam to check out my cats lump would be around $55, and i dont know how much a potential fixing/removal of the lump could be as i cant get an estimate until hes examined. then itll be $27 to get him neutered.

so if this is all right, and were able to use the program, theres no health risk with the lump, and no other additional charges for anything else, all of this can cost about $157 or so as the minimum, OR it could be around $253 PLUS however much it may cost to fix up the lump.

(also as a bonus pic, heres the 3 precious babies we took in that the mamas were collectively taking care of. theyre living a nice cozy indoor life now and are very happy and SO sweet <3)

[kathlare]

we don't talk anymore

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A brief interview response from Amelie sends shockwaves through social media, reigniting speculation about her past friendship with Lando.

Wordcount: 1.3 k

Warnings: none

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December 3rd, 2021 - Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

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f1gossippage: Amelie’s new interview is out, and of course, that question came up… When asked about her past connection with Lando, she brushed it off with a polite smile and said, ‘We don’t talk anymore.’ 👀 This isn’t the first time either of them has confirmed they’re no longer friends—looks like that chapter is well and truly closed. 📖🚪

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f1teaqueen: Seven months and still no contact? Damn, that fallout must’ve been BAD. 😳 → paddockmess: @f1tequeen Right?? And the fact that they were literally inseparable before? Wild.

f1fangirl23: Oof, that was cold 😬 wonder what really happened... → speedyboi44: @f1fangirl23 Fr, she didn’t even try to sugarcoat it 😂

racingfanatic88: Not sure why people are acting surprised, they’ve been distant for a while now.

racedayvibes: Why do interviewers always bring up Lando? Like, leave her alone. → formula1fan99: @recadayvibes Because they know we’re all waiting for that answer. 😂

drivetounite: Can we please stop with the ‘are they or aren’t they’ stuff? It’s clear they’re over it. → f1daredevil: @drivetounite Yup, they’re both moving on. But can’t lie, I wanna know the full story!

trackdaydreamer: Amelie’s smile said it all—‘Don’t ask me about him again.’ → speedracer77: @trackdaydreamer I feel like she’s tired of people bringing it up. Let her be.

f1fan_for_life: Can we just appreciate how calm she was in that moment, though? The self-control is real. → fasttrackkidd: @f1fan_for_life I think she just didn’t want to give anyone more fuel for the fire.

f1_queen22: I don’t get why people are so pressed. If they’re not friends anymore, so be it. 🤷‍♀️

f1obsessed: Not her just casually confirming (again) that they’re done done. 😬 → speeddemon44: @f1obsessed At this point, they remind us every few months like we might forget 😂

checkeredgossip: The way they keep confirming they’re not friends anymore makes me wonder just how bad the fallout was.

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The roar of the engines in the Qatar paddock was a dull hum in the background as Lando scrolled through his phone, trying to distract himself. He was due out for practice in a few minutes, but his mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was replaying a short interview clip he’d just seen. Amelie.

She’d been doing some press for the new season of Euphoria, and, as always, the interviewer had asked about her connection to Formula 1. Inevitably, his name had come up. Lando had braced himself. He knew it was coming. It always did.

He’d seen other interviews where she’d been asked about him. She’d always been… polite. Vague. Something along the lines of, “We were friends,” or “It was a long time ago.” Enough to shut down the conversation without being overtly hostile. He could live with that. He preferred it, actually. It was better than her airing their dirty laundry, even though he knew he was the one who screwed everything up.

But this time… this time was different. This time, there was a coldness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. A finality in her voice that made his stomach twist.

“We don’t talk anymore,” she’d said, her smile tight, almost forced. Just four words, but they hit him like a punch to the gut. He’d known, of course he’d known. They hadn’t spoken in months. But hearing her say it, so casually, so dismissive… it stung. More than he cared to admit.

—Fucking hell,— he muttered, tossing his phone onto the table. He knew he was being stupid. He knew he should just forget about it and focus on the race. But he couldn’t. Her words echoed in his head, a constant reminder of what he’d lost.

He thought back to their last conversation. Or, rather, their last argument. It had been brutal. Tears, accusations, slammed doors. He’d said some things he regretted. She’d said some things that still made his blood run cold. They’d both been angry, hurt, and probably a little bit drunk.

He’d thought, at the time, that they’d eventually get over it. That they’d find a way back to each other, like they always did. But they hadn’t. And now, hearing her say those four words, he knew they never would.

He glanced at the clock. Time to go. He grabbed his helmet and gloves, trying to shake off the thoughts that were swirling in his head. He needed to focus. He needed to push Amelie and her cold dismissal out of his mind. But it was hard. Damn hard.

—Lando, you alright?— Will, his race engineer, asked, noticing the tension in his posture.

—Yeah, fine,— Lando mumbled, pulling on his balaclava. —Just… thinking about the track.—

Will gave him a knowing look, but didn’t push it. He knew Lando. He knew when something was bothering him. —Alright. Just remember the plan. Focus on the tires, get some good data.—

Lando nodded, forcing a smile. He knew Will was right. He needed to focus. But Amelie’s words were like a barbed hook in his brain, digging deeper with every lap he drove.

He climbed into the car, the familiar scent of fuel and leather filling his nostrils. He buckled his harness, his movements automatic, his mind still replaying the interview.

“We don’t talk anymore.”

He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, a surge of anger coursing through him. —Fuck her,— he muttered under his breath. —Who cares what she says?—

But he did care. He cared a lot. He’d tried to convince himself that he was over her, that he didn’t think about her anymore. But the truth was, she was always there, in the back of his mind. A ghost of what they’d been.

He pushed the thought away, focusing on the lights on the steering wheel as they counted down. He needed to be present. He needed to be fast. He needed to prove… prove what? That he didn’t need her? That he was fine on his own?

The lights went out, and he floored the accelerator, the car leaping forward. He attacked the first corner, pushing the car to its limits, trying to channel his anger into speed. But even as he shaved milliseconds off his lap times, her words echoed in his ears.

“We don’t talk anymore.”

He knew he was driving recklessly. He could feel it. He was pushing too hard, taking unnecessary risks. But he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to prove something. To her, to himself, to the world. He just didn’t know what.

—Lando, easy there,— Will's voice crackled through the radio. —You’re pushing too hard. Bring it back a bit.—

He ignored him, his focus narrowed, his vision blurred. He was chasing something, he wasn’t sure what. But he knew he wouldn’t find it at the bottom of a champagne bottle or in another girl’s arms. He knew, deep down, that the only way to escape the ghost of Amelie was to face it. But he wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

He crossed the finish line, his lap time a new personal best. But it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt hollow. Empty.

He pulled into the garage, the mechanics swarming around the car. He climbed out, feeling drained, exhausted. He knew he needed to talk to someone. Max, probably. He’d understand. He’d been there.

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Final Little 'Ours' SMAU

Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader SMAU | Following 'Ours' the second fic of The Complete 'Ours' Series continued.

Let me know if this format is better :)

And so the last bit...

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Y/N.AlexanderArnold Up on the opps, seven to nil, Premier League ❤️ view all 9,802 comments…

User77 The way this post is giving ‘proud wife agenda’ and I’m HERE FOR IT 😍😂 Trentarnold66 😏😏😏 ↳Y/N.alexanderarnold trying to impress me tn? User111 Imagine losing at Anfield and then opening Instagram to see this? I’d deactivate 💀😂 Winnie.Baby1 Teddy’s dad did what needed to be done! 🔥 User6666 Nothing hits quite like an Anfield win & a celebration post from the queen herself 😍 User90 A Liverpool win just hits different when you're part of the royal family of Anfield User81 Your match-day glow is undefeated ❤️ User30 Trent won on AND off the field 😏 Ma7ell Balance restored 😌

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Y/N.alexanderarnold Who you sending that selfie too? ↳trentarnold66 someone I’m seeing… keep it hush, yeah? ↳Y/N.alexanderarnold lucky her 😏 ↳Ma7ell you two are embarassing User45 That emoji is diabolical User68 Trent had to put on a show for his queens at Anfield—job done Winnie.Baby1 Ted in a red kit will get me every time 🥺 ❤️ ↳trentarnold66 same User22 Teddy gonna grow up thinking Liverpool never loses 😭😂 George.Court LFC winning and Man United fans crying… everything is as it should be 🔴 😌

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George.Court Mum and dad yk? ↳Y/N.Alexanderarnold yeah, that’s DADDDYYYY ↳George.Court Alright, I take it back. Relax User40 She’s so hot I don’t understand ↳trentarnold66 me neither, mate Winnie.Baby1 just say you’re obsessed with her 😂 User120 They’re so 🥵 Lauren.xx his and hers hits different when it’s a benz Footballerfits TAA with the cleanest assists on AND off the pitch 😏 User18 wtf is that their garage? Judebellingham Big flex, mate User000 Teddy’s parents serving Sancho Hard User29 Trent looks at her like she’s the Champions League fr 🏆

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Judebellingham Nahh, so a good honeymoon, hm? Congrats lad! ↳User000 Jude 😂😂😂 Maddders Trent really said one more assist for the family 🤝 User444 OMFG Helllo?! Winnie.Baby1 Another girl please and thnx <3 User10 My parents 😭 User45 Another baby that is about to win the genetic lottery User67 Trent training for another sleepless season 😂 User111 Can’t believe you're signing another player to Team TAA Perrie.Edwards The most beautiful family is getting even more beautiful!! Lauren.xx BabyAA No. 2 already the luckiest to be joining this fam Dianne.AA3 A new chapter, a growing family, and so much love to give. Congratulations my loves ❤️ England Merseyside’s royal family is expanding!! 👑❤️ Denise.Bellingham2 Can’t wait to meet another little blessing User12 I’m screaming

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Judebellingham My bros User32 Omfg I just screamed…. Y/N.alexanderarnold Have babies with me please 😩😩😩 ↳Ma7ell Yo chill out ↳trentarnold66 see you at home baby 😉 ↳User40 this exchange on the WORLD WIDE WEB is crazy work Sancho Clean mate User808 Did Y/N get them invited... ↳Y/N.Alexanderarnold lolll 👀 Virgilvandijk The braids bro 👏👏👏 Lauren. xx Genuinely my nightmare blunt rotation ↳Judebelingham What’s a blunt? ↳Jobebellingham 🥺 ↳Lauren. xx @jobebellingham not you …it’s the other two User100 You’re absolutely lying…. User40 🧎🏻‍♀️ 🧎🏻‍♀️ 🧎🏻‍♀️ ↳Y/N.alexanderarnold Mmhmmm okay 🤨 User22 Everything about this is so 🤤 User84 I get the pregnancy omd

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Lauren.xx Teddyyyyy girlllll 🧸 Trentarnold66 My perfect girls xx Winnie.Baby1 Still not particularly keen on the whole ‘give mama an inch of space’ ordeal? lol ↳Y/N.Alexanderarnold No, course not. ↳ trentarnold66 Nah, me neither though tbf User20 Must be death fighting two sets of those eyes ↳User111 FR like dna relax ↳trentarnold66 Doesn’t win often Judebellingham “Maaammaaaa up” 🔁 x 10000 Saffie.Kahn Her little hands omg Ma7ell and Celly 🙄 Dianne.AA3 Prettiest girls

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User56 Teddy looking at you like ‘You’re a great right-back, but where’s my MUM?’ 😭 User11 Bro really thought he was the favorite parent for a second 💀 Winnie.Baby1 Ted is not impressed with Dad duties… stay safe, king Dianne.AA3 She’s having the best time with daddy, hun xx User33 wait but what I AM seeing is project TAA has started…. Y/N.alexanderarnold Don’t let that face fool you she loves daddy ↳Y/N.alexanderarnold Miss you both so much! My whole world 🌍 ↳Trentarnold66 We really miss mummy 😭 Love u beautiful xx Andyrobertson26 Lego everywhere? Yeah, she’s making sure you suffer until mum’s home, mate George.Court The way you’re trying, but she’s still like ‘This ain’t it.’ Lauren.xx daddyy-daughter bonding at its finest (even if she’s beefing you) ❤️😂 Ma7ell Get him Ted! Judebellingham Dad of the Year, even if she’s side-eyeing you the whole time 😂

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User30 mate please… that’s your wife and I’m trying here… ↳User22 Seriously, she’s too leng Winnie.Baby1 USA USA USA ↳Trentarnold66 easy now, Win Judebellingham that’s my family bro ↳Y/N.Alexanderarnold well it’s mine, but sure George.Court Theo’s out here in Burberry like he’s got business in Beverly Hills 😆 User00 That Rimowa luggage lineup screams ‘we’re staying in a villa, not a hotel’ User562 Baby boy ain’t even 6 months old, and he’s already living my dream life. 😭😂 User99 Trent really got the dream team right here Lauren.xx Ted & Theo living their best little lives 🍼 User1111 Your family is literally goals, what a beautiful life! ✨ User066 From UK to US, still a world-class assist king 🏆 Ma7ell Are Ty and I not perfect? but yeah, holiday is a movie 🎥🔥

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User76 Even his hands are sexy now that he’s a dad… ↳Y/N.Alexanderarnold alright y’all gotta stop 😂😂😂 Trentarnold66 MUMMMYYYYYY 🤤🤤🤤 ↳Judebellingham ur aware these comments are public right, mate? ↳Tylerarnold94 Genuinely doesn’t care. Media training gone out the window. A melt. User001 never in my life would i think id be jealous of someone holding my feet User12 I need a singular ounce of their love MayaJama You did NOT just carry a baby!?!?!? So Hot Winnie.Baby1 Queens, a little prince…. and T’s there too ↳Trentarnold66 ignoring you ↳Winnie.Baby1 @/Trentarnold66 ily xx Maddders My man Theo don’t even know he’s sunning it up while we’re freezing in England 🥶☀️ Footballerfits The kids got dual citizenship and dual elite lifestyles 🔥 Lauren.xx From manhattan to merseryside to malibu- she’s mobile y’all Ma7ell Squad. It’s a whole vibe. ✨🌴 Dianne.AA3 The most beautiful family User45 Trent really got the best team both on and off the pitch 🏆 Saffie.Kahn Your babies are growing up in the sweetest love-filled life

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And that's it for the 'Ours' SMAU series! I hope you enjoyed :)

See all 6 parts here!

[vesseloflukola]

Happy Valentine’s

Day!!!

Since today is a day we celebrate love, I want to talk about my love for Nicola and Luke!

Falling in love with Penelope & Colin:

I initially fell in love with Penelope in Bridgerton, because I could relate to her so well. I was the invisible wallflower who always fell for the “unattainable” attractive guy who could never see me as anything more than a friend.

I fell in love with Colin because he was sweet, caring, handsome, and SO adorably clueless. He was kind and loving to his family, and he was always there for Penelope.

Falling in love with Nicola:

From the first episode of Bridgerton I saw her in, I thought Nicola was perfect for the role of Penelope. I had not seen her in Derry Girls, and she was unknown to me as an actress.

She brings so much to the role as Penelope. I honestly can’t imagine anyone doing a better job in the role as she has done. I love the changes she has brought to the character each season to really show how Penelope matures a bit each season.

I loved discovering other projects Nic has worked on. It has been great to see her range in acting across different shows (like Derry Girls, Big Mood, the Doctor Who Christmas Special). She is just so good at bringing each character to life.

I love how funny and sweet Nic is. I applaud her for being an advocate and supporter of causes that are dear to her. I love her passion for fashion and glamour, but also how she enjoys being in comfy clothes and no makeup. I love how shrewd she is in choosing her projects and what companies to support and collaborate with. Most of all, I love that Nic is just so unapologetically herself.

Falling in love with Luke:

I thought Luke was such a cutie when I first saw him on Bridgerton as Colin. He really is the perfect counterpart to Nic’s Penelope. Just like Nicola, I had not seen Luke in anything he had been in previously.

Even though I liked Luke’s portrayal of Colin in seasons one and two of Bridgerton, I was honestly blown away with his portrayal of Colin in season three. He brought so much depth and emotion to the role; he was so nuanced. I really don’t think any other actor could have brought Colin to life the way Luke did.

I was able to see “The Shape of Things” and Luke was also wonderful in the role of Adam. He was great at showing the deep emotions Adam felt throughout the story. I also loved to hear Luke use an American accent.

I think Luke is talented in so many ways. He brings so much to each character he portrays. He has a beautiful singing voice. I believe if he wanted to, he could be a model. He just looks good in any clothes he is put in and he is so photogenic. I am also waiting for the day he is in a project where he gets to tap dance. I would love to see that.

Luke comes across as the sweetest person. He seems to really care about his family and friends. He gives thoughtful gifts and is generous to those he is close to.

Falling in love with Lukola:

As many people did, I fell in love with Lukola during the World Tour for season three last year. I saw the undeniable chemistry between Luke and Nic in all of their interviews, the bts footage that was released, and of course on the screen as Polin.

I saw how happy they were to be together doing so many interviews, but how they also enjoyed spending time together on their time off the clock. They were constantly smiling and laughing with one another. They seemed to always be touching one another and getting physically as close as possible. They also shared so many unhinged stories and comments.

Honestly, I don’t know how anyone could not love them. To me, they just emulate light and love!

[dress-and-impress]

(cal if you see this pls dont read it has spoilers)

Now that The Dragon Prince Season 7 has been released and the processing has died down imma just share smth right her right now... the whole "Ezran vs Rayllum" thing did not affect me AT ALL while watching it. Was totally unfazed by it becasue I knew they were gonna all be friends again by the end of it... and have no opinion about who was right and who was wrong (That's not to say I didn't feel weird about it. I very much did). So, here is my presentive of each character in this situation:

(picture obviously from a poster of TDP promo)

Ezran:

As every Ez stan knows, he's a young king and has many difficult and challenging decisions to make. He was NEVER prepared to take the throne and when he did it was with such honesty, patience and love for EVERYONE, human, elf and even villain (as per talking to Aravos and Karim about their views and perspectives). BUT when the love he had got taken advantage of, he lost it. Like I would too if you spend all this time building a bridge (hypothetically and in a way literally) with people perceived as "the enemy". His perception of the world became a blur and the innocence he had was shattered in a million pieces. When Callum left he was undoubtably confused but MORE determined to put his fathers killer to justice instead of asking why (like he usually does).

Callum:

Now he's a very controversial side because you either love him or hate him. Very quickly though i find it really strange how he keeps saying that Rayla does everything for others and wants to do something "for her"; the quazar diamond scenario in season 6 and at the oddly adorable bridge scene at the end of season 7. To put it quite plainly, Callum has no idea how to make himself happy, so he makes other people happy. But you're probably thinking "Callum pissed off Ezran and ditched his brother for his gf". Yes. He did. Callum was a mediator in the situation (or tried to be) and once he knew both sides couldn't be happy he had to choose. Ezran, his half-brother and King who has kingdoms and allies that support him no matter what. Or the girl he loves and spent years thinking about and wants to make up as much time as possible with her AND who regretted running away without asking for any help from Callum.

Lets refer back to the moments before Rayla decided to leave (on Callums birthday). She was determined to find Viren and finish what they started and Callum didn't want her to so they made a compromise. BUT THEN Rayla left as we know. Alone. With nothing.

Rayla:

We have no idea what Rayla spent those 2 years doing trying to find Viren but lets list a few things we know (from when she breaks Runnan out of prison); She had to say goodbye to her birth parents who she thought she was going to bring back from Virens coin, is banished from her home and cannot go back and is basically determined to have some form of stability in her life. Quick note, Rayla and Callum are not concerned about Aravos because they think he's still in the pearly.

Rayla has made a lot of impulsive decisions throughout the show and it should be expected that she would betray Ezran's trust and make things difficult for Callum to prioritise the need to get AT LEAST ONE OF HER PARENTS HOME SAFELY. Her mind was an utter blur and filled with emotion she didn't know how to express. The only thing Rayla wanted to do was solve the problem. TAKE ACTION on the one thing that's making her feel that way. She's done it before and will continue to do it.

So to sum up watching that scene and processing it, you need to understand all sides. The emotion, the determination and challenges that came across the three of them. It gave their characters development and gave us an opportunity to explore WHY the characters feel the way they feel or make the choices they choose to make. It was never a "right or wrong" thing but more so gaining growth and maturity that decisions need to be made regardless of how painful it may be.

[lol-jackles]

Tbh we can fight all day about what “fans” were saying about who’s “stealing the spotlight” cause what matters now is who’s making better moves and that’s jensen. Y’all are so stuck in the past, writing essays abt what fans were saying from 10+ years ago and what your fav was doing 15+ years ago like who the hell cares????. Jared is simply not relevant anymore and he hasn’t since like the early 2010s. Jensen, who’s still stuck at B-C list is at least keeping his name in the public eye by going out for more diverse roles. Jared is relentlessly trying to force one specific image onto himself by going out for these roles that give nothing to his filmography and keep him from staying popular. You can come up all the ways to say Jensen is not taking good roles but cmon even you know that’s not true. Before he was on the brink of fading into irrelevance but he was fortunate enough to get the Soldier Boy which practically saved his career. What has Jared done of any real significance in the last 5 years since spn ended but a dog shit cancelled cw show and now a new formulaic doctor show (still texas centered)

Jared makes more money than all the SPN actors put together, yes that includes Jensen, during SPN and post-SPN.  I say Jared is still relevant because he's able to command nice salaries from CBS, which includes his executive producer title.

Not surprised to see the "2010" fixation.  Readers, I'll explain later.

So have you chided the AAs and Hellers for being stuck in the past?  No?  Yeah I thought so.  Though to be fair the AAs are always rewriting history so you would have some difficulties telling AAs to stop getting stuck in the past because which past? The 15th AU version or the delusion found in the 8th dimension?

It's always the same pattern with people like you when the silent majority isn't being silent, and then you won't say squat to the loud obnoxious fringers.  It reminds me of the "nice" Destiel shippers who keep telling non-shippers not to engage with hellers and to just stay quiet.  It's easy to see that the agenda of the "nice" shippers was to make their ship appear relevant because silence gets interpreted as agreement.

Readers, you know why AAs are so fixated on the 2010?  Because they thought season 5 was the turning point of Supernatural becoming Dean-focused and Jensen will finally get the spotlight and be on his way to a Marvel red carpet career while Jared is relegated to the has-been category.  Except that didn't happen.  Season 5 foreshadowed the season 10 debacle and the following respective season return to Sam-focused/Bi-Bro leaning formula and save the series.  

Jensen's career trajectory would have been fine without Solder Boy.  He got the Big Sky role and debuted Beau Arlen in May before Soldier Boy's debut in June.  It was Big Sky that helped him land a guest/recurring role on Tracker.  What Jensen has going for him is he is a good networker.

As always, you AAs are projecting your worst quality onto others.  As usual, you pretend that Jensen has all of Jared's best qualities, including his career.  Remember when AAs tried to claim that CBS first offered Walker to Jensen?  Yeah that was funny.  Spoiler alert, that's not how the industry works.

[beauty-and-passion]

TMA - Chapters 101-110: Killing Jon is a national sport

Great news, everyone: we reached the 100th MAG and we’re officially in the second half of the TMA series!

We learned a lot until now, but there are still a ton of mysteries left, a Stranger to defeat, a ritual that will destroy the world, and a creepy puppet lady who (hopefully!) just wants to talk to Jon.

Let’s find out more.

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MAG 101 - Another Twist

Okay, I was expecting something to happen, but not this.

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Nikola Orsinov is the best

I love how funny, cute and creepy she is. She’s a perfect package of fun - and the British accent makes her lady-like too, so she’s even more adorable.

Do you want proof of that?

Proof one:

She talks to Elias like a well-educated lady

The way she repeats “So, Elias, can I call you Elias?” is hilarious

Don’t worry, Nikola: maybe the other supernatural beings call Elias “The Eye”, but for a nice lady like you, I think he’ll gladly accept to be on a first-name basis.

She talks to Elias as if Jon is a toddler

Proof two:

But sure, of course my dear! Why search for a weird powerful skin everywhere, when you have a skin full of wet cat energy to use?

And also, why not kill Jon? This season is entirely dedicated to supernatural shit trying to kill Jon.

Proof three:

She disses Jon like a queen for his bad skincare routine.

If the Unknowing fails because of Jon’s bad skin, I will die laughing on the spot and TMA will automatically become best series ever.

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Best Boyo is back for one reason and one reason only

And just when I asked myself if we would see a full skincare treatment, Michael appears. Finally, my boyo came back from… well, from wherever he was, I assume.

And why does he come back?

This is truly the season of supernatural shits trying to kill Jon! TMA is officially best series ever.

And what’s Michael’s reason?

He doesn’t want the Circus to win

He doesn’t want the Archives to win

He wants revenge for what Gertrude/the Archives/the Eye and his gang did to him

And speaking of this…

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The Great Twisting

The Distortion and its acolytes tried to do a “Great Twisting” - which seems like what the Unknowing is for the Stranger.

It makes me wonder: is this a normal thing, for these supernatural entities, to try and “ascend” into our world through some sort of ritual? The Distortion tried through this Great Twisting, the Stranger is trying to do the same through the Unknowing: when will the Eye try to do the same? Did it already?

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Gertrude’s plan and Michael’s role

Gertrude’s plan to stop this Great Twisting was simple yet effective: she forced the Distortion to incarnate. She gave it a physical body. And that made the entire ritual fall apart.

Makes sense. The Distortion is a force of the unknown, something unidentified: tying it to an identity, something clear, goes against its very essence, so it's understandable it would fail to "ascend" as Great Evil Godly Terror of Lies and Deceit and Unknown or whatever.

Now, I know Michael said that poor Michael Shelley (we finally got his full name!) was “disposable” and that’s why Gertrude sacrificed him… but honestly, I don’t think that.

Sure, Gertrude was probably ready to do anything to stop the Great Twisting and she was willing to sacrifice Michael Shelley. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t trust him.

If I were her and if I had to stop a powerful godly horror by giving it a physical body, I wouldn't pick someone just because he's "prepared" and "disposable". Even the most prepared guy could crumble and fail on a mission - or decide to not get the job done and run away. And disposable people are not a guarantee of success.

My main criteria would be to find someone I can trust. Someone I know won't mess things up. Someone who will follow my map to the end, do what he has to do and be strong enough to deal with the godly horror for years and years to come. Someone I can leave with the Distortion, knowing I can trust them with said god.

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Becoming VS incarnating

It’s really interesting the difference in how the Distortion talks about the Great Twisting…

… vs how it’s like being incarnated:

Once again, it makes me wonder: is this what the Unknowing will be for the Stranger? A “joy of becoming”, something “crossing the threshold” into itself, as if the ritual is making the barrier between our world and theirs thinner? It’s fascinating to imagine how it would make an entity feel so good, so complete.

While speaking of incarnations, Jude, Michael Crew and even Jane Prentiss seemed to imply it was a great, marvelous feeling: they all talked about it as being finally complete.

But the Distortion describes it as something unpleasant. Could it be because the incarnation was being “forced” and not requested by the Distortion itself? After all, the Distortion wasn’t searching for Michael Shelley: it was Michael who went into it.

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Micheal’s identity crisis

This backstory explains Michael’s confusion regarding his own identity much better, as well as why he keeps referring to himself as Michael, but also not as Michael. And it makes clearer why Helen resurfaces while Michael sinks in.

In a way, it kinda reminds me of a DID system, with personality states who are all part of a whole, but also moved by their own feelings and ideas. The Distortion seems to work the same way, even though the people inside it are not the ones they once were, but only shadows of them.

Speaking of Helen Richardson: when I checked MAG 47 to remember a bit about her, I noticed the first thing she did, was to draw a map. A fucking map of the Distortion she shows to Jon.

Could this be the reason why she managed to “resurface”? Because she also had a map, like Michael Shelley? That would be very cool.

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Peter Lukas is back again

I knew these goddamn Lukas were always here, playing a role alongside the Eye and the Archives. Now we see another confirmation: Peter Lukas helped Gertrude against the Twisting.

Soooo… should we trust the guy? I don’t know, this family is too suspicious at this point.

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The only one!

And finally, for the first time, a supernatural entity gives Jon a compliment.

After being told he’s a bad choice, he’s stupid, he’s rude and his skincare routine sucks, finally a supernatural entity tells him something nice.

Sure, it’s in between the “I’m going to kill you” discourse, but still counts.

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MAG 102 - Nesting Instinct

I can’t believe it: is Jon finally realizing Elias does nothing besides sitting on his lazy ass?

JON ACKNOWLEDGES ELIAS IS USELESS! The world is beautiful and I can’t stop laughing.

Ahahaha, he “overreacted”! He killed him live on tape and that’s what he considers “overreacting”! Oh my gosh, Elias, never change <3

But let’s put Elias being amazing on the side: we finally have more clues regarding the Unknowing! And it’s as fascinating as I hoped!

So, it’s a dance, with dancers and a “prima ballerina” (aka the “Danseuse Étoile”) which is our favorite creepy lady Nikola. This explains the skin too: of course, since it’s a ballet they’re staging, they need the right costumes and everyone should follow a specific role, do the right steps and keep the right position. I really want to see this ballet taking place and find out how Jon is going to stop it.

Ooookay, so Jon is getting omniscient superpowers. Which is good if you’re the Eye, but not so good if you still want to keep a semblance of humanity.

I said Elias appreciation time was over, but I lied: it’s always Elias appreciation time.

Also, bless Melanie for trying everything to kill the motherfucker. She has more balls than everyone else, I stan her. But I also stan Elias being alive and being a bitch, sorry Melanie.

So Jon calms her down, thus proving he’s now Elias’ bagman. They’re a weirdly powerful couple and I would love to see them together in action. But I also know that Elias loves sitting on his ass too much, to get up and be a man of action, so if they pair up together, I imagine Jon would be left on his own to deal with cosmic powers that want him dead. And since I don’t want him dead, it’s better if he’s paired with someone who can properly defend him.

But hey, I suppose my worries about his life will soon be over, because his cosmic, omniscient powers are growing even more. Now, he’s able to understand languages he never spoke before. I was just asking myself why this statement, when he revealed it was all written in French. Nice way to surprise the reader, Mr. Sims.

Okay, so the Hive (and its ilk) is part of the Filth. Gosh, I fear I will soon need a chart or a table of sorts, to put together every entity into their respective “family”. But I’m also scared to search for one now, because I don’t want to get any spoilers.

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MAG 103 - Cruelty Free

A statement about an evil, supernatural pig - possibly connected with the supernatural meat. But also not, because pigs can and will eat you, if you stand still a bit too long, supernatural or not.

And I’m pretty sure of that because my uncle has pigs. Luckily for him, his pigs have always been big cowards and run away as soon as they see a human getting closer to the pen. But considering how voraciously they eat and how easily they can break open fruits and vegetables, no matter how hard they are… yep, they would easily smash and crunch human flesh as if nothing.

So no, this statement isn’t much scary, but rather something that might happen anywhere, anytime.

Well, aside from the weirdly demonic possession that pushes you to open the cage and weird long gazes from a pig who wants to either kill you or become your bestie. I definitely didn’t expect the evil pig to snuggle with Mr. Anderson like a house cat. It was funny, though.

And right after that, we get a glimpse of how Jon’s omniscient powers are working (he knows Kurt Anderson will be useful) and especially how his “persuasion powers” are working.

I’ll admit it: it was pretty cool to see Jon release the wet cat energy, make his question and get the exact answer he wants. And yes, I know this shouldn’t be a good thing, because it only proves Jon is connecting to the Eye even more… but it’s so cool! He asked Kurt his darkest secret and used it to bribe him for those documents and he did it so well! Urgh, I know I should be scared for him, but the coolness is too much to ignore it.

Oh my, the best action couple is back! So Jon talks to Daisy in the tunnels beneath the Archives, because Elias won’t see them there. Why?

Oh my gosh, Elias does something in his life. He schedules. Schedules what, how much time he’s going to spend doing nothing, aside from watching everyone with his Eye powers?

Here it is, the constant of this season: everyone wants to kill Jon. If this man survives this season, he will survive everything.

Killing urges aside, Daisy will take care of things while Jon is away dealing with shit. My question is: why are you going away without telling anything to your colleagues, Jon? Hadn’t you realized you have to cooperate with them? Still trying to protect them from you and Elias, by keeping them away?

But I can also understand his choice: his colleagues all work there and if Elias can see and listen to everything, I don’t think there’s something that stops him from looking into their minds and simply knowing of Jon’s plan.

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MAG 104 - Sneak Preview

Oh my gosh, I was expecting Tim’s mental breakdown maybe, but not some of his background! And I wasn’t expecting to find out that Tim had a goddamn brother and he lost said brother to the Circus, because another evil clown stole his skin!

Again, this explains a lot: why Tim came to the Institute, why he knew about Robert Smirke’s architecture… and I’m afraid it tells us a lot about his future too:

If Tim had a “DEAD” sign on his head before, now the sign is flashing too. Tim is basically dead. RIP Tim, it has been a pleasure and an honor to know you.

But before dying, there is something Tim must still do, which is a wonderful back-and-forth with Elias:

I love Elias, but I love Tim too. He got my heart with the “statement of Joooe Spooky” from season 1, he still gets my heart with sarcasm.

And Elias tells Tim to stay away from the Unknowing. Uhm… very evil, I guess? I mean, he has eeeevil plans, but he’s also trying to save Tim’s life and ignore he’s already dead.

I think it just confirms Elias is the best.

But Tim doesn’t care: he knows he will die, so he’s trying to find a way to die, somehow:

It’s very sad I asked Elias the same thing two posts ago. But I suppose this just confirms my darkest fear: Tim will die. Maybe not because Elias will bash his head with a pipe, but he will. His days are numbered. And if he won’t die because of Elias, he will die by getting his revenge on the Circus.

And you know what? I would be okay with that. Because that would make Tim happy and if Tim is happy, I’m happy too.

Also, he will finally be able to rest and he deserves it.

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MAG 105 - Total War

Okay, so despite the promising title, this was an useless statement.

Sure, the imagery of the wandering soldier, followed by an army of dead people who keep killing everyone around him, while he waits for them to finally kill him too is interesting. But, again, it’s useless for the plot.

And I know Jon acknowledged it too, just like I know we needed him to go to the Pu Songling Research Centre because the author wanted to:

show us how far Jon is going, while following Gertrude’s steps

show us his powers are growing, because now he can understand all languages

casually tell us Gerard Keay is alive?

I mean:

"I’ve chased dead end to dead end until I finally give up. I-I mean, what am I actually looking for? Gerard Keay, after he faked his death? Some long confession he left tucked away in a library somewhere, telling me the ancient chant I need to stop the Unknowing from coming to pass?"

Sure, this may be just Jon making assumptions, rather than him using his powers of absolute knowledge to reveal that my man Gerard didn’t die of a brain tumor, but he’s still alive and well. I know all of that.

However, I still cannot understand why Mr. Sims (the author, I mean) wasted one statement like this. This isn’t the first time he has done that and he did it waaaaay more in the first two seasons. But why is he still doing it? It’s weird, coming from someone with such a big attention to detail.

My possible explanations are always the same:

he liked this idea and didn’t want to discard it

he needed some fillers to reach the number of 120 episodes for season 3

this statement is somehow useful?

Even though I really doubt the third point is correct, because there have been some statements in seasons 1 and 2 that have been completely useless. Unless they all reconnect somehow by the end of the series, I doubt we will remember or consider them anymore.

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MAG 106 - A Matter of Perspective

And just when I was ready to talk about space and solitude and this humongous creature that makes me think hey, maybe that’s the Vast… I get hit by a train of things happening all together.

Let’s start from the statement: Jan Kilbride was a familiar name, in fact Gertrude mentioned him in MAG 99. What happened to this guy? Well, aside from the weird space thing.

And speaking of that… since he talked about “existential vertigo” I felt the Vast was involved. Then “Mr. Fairchild” was mentioned and that only confirmed that yes, this is the Vast.

Mr. Fairchild chose this guy by referring to his psychiatric profile? Now I’m 200% sure there is a supernatural entity involved, this is the Vast and Mr. Fairchild was probably trying to find a new avatar for it. I mean, fucking Elias did the exact same thing and every other evil mastermind like him picks the right people by checking their psychiatric/psychological profiles.

So poor Jan Kilbride experienced the Vast the same terrifying way Robert did in MAG 21. Luckily for him, he wasn’t eaten by the universe like Robert was eaten by the sky, but it was pure luck, probably. Or maybe the universe returned to claim him, since Melanie couldn’t find anything about him and Gertrude mentioned him.

And just when I thought this was all, we got the best parts of the episode:

1) Gossip time

So let me get this straight: Martin’s crush is so obvious even the newcomers realized it 20 seconds after he introduced himself?

And they’re casually discussing Jon’s virginity like this? I am dying, please send help.

And then, as if the juicy gossip wasn’t enough, Melanie reveals Jon and Georgie used to date in the past?! So Georgie isn’t just a friend, she’s Jon’s ex! I hope Martin doesn’t know Jon hid at his ex’s house, or he would probably find a way to send another supernatural shit after her.

Don’t look at me like that: Martin is a cinnamon roll, but he’s also fucked up enough to do it.

Anyway, glad to know Jon and Martin are the canon couple. They’re not yet, sure, but it’s a matter of time. Sooner or later, these two will end up together and I can’t wait for it. I just hope Martin won’t kill Jon’s ex in the meantime.

2) Elias’ performance review

Elias pretends to do his job: that’s hilarious just like that.

But hey, once in a while, even Elias does something, so why not do Melanie’s performance review?

He asks Melanie how she find her job - aside from “being forced to stay here, trapped by a psychopath”. So it’s basically like every other job, I suppose she doesn’t have much else to say.

Melanie tells Elias he “sat up here lurking”, which is just a nicer way to say “You sit on your ass 24/7 doing absolutely nothing”. Glad to know everyone is acknowledging Elias’ uselessness, I said it since season 1.

In pure Pinky and the Brain style, Melanie does the same thing she does every night, which is plotting Elias’ demise.

MELANIE TOO CHALLENGES ELIAS TO KILL HER! Oh my god, what’s with all those characters and death wishes? Stop asking to get killed!

Ivy Meadows from MAG 36! Glad to see all characters are reconnecting to some places and/or previous statements!

So Melanie’s father died there, killed by that thing inside (the Filth?). And since Elias is a good boss and a caring guy, he wants Melanie to know the truth, so he fucking shows her the horrible way her father died.

And he threatens her to haunt her forever with that knowledge, if she doesn’t stop interfering.

Now, I know I said Melanie must be protected at all costs… but come on, this guy is an absolute bitch, how can I not stan him? Just look at this smug bastard, how he goes from being terrifying, to pretending to care with the “Oh take your time, take the day off even!”, to a hint of a devious smile when he says her performance “has been... satisfactory”. Fuck you Elias, I hate you and I love you.

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MAG 107 - Third Degree

Ah, so Gertrude was arrested right after Gerard’s death, because she was caught in the morgue “over the body of Gerard Keay, reading from a large, strangely shaped book”.

Well, glad to know my man Gerard is alive and well. The rebel boy of my heart will come back, I still cannot believe it <3

Also, all my previous points regarding the useless statements have been thrown out of the window, because Mr. Sims found a perfect way to put them in. They’re still filler, sure, but now their presence makes sense: Jon needs them. Physically.

However, why does he need one, now? I mean, he’s doing research and he’s already getting stories from people, while retracing Gertrude’s steps. Maybe those stories aren’t big and satisfactory enough for his new Eye powers?

The statement per se, despite being useless, is also very creepy. Is the police officer an avatar of the Flame? In that case, it makes the whole interrogation even better because it would be the first time (since Michael’s conversation with Sasha) that a supernatural entity in its purest form talks with a human (Jon is not exactly a human anymore) - and even asks “Who am I?”, by knowing the human knows too. Very cool, very creepy, love it.

But also: is that police officer the same Max Mustermann we meet later on? Can Elias see the future now? I won’t be too surprised, considering the clever, cunning bitch he is.

And speaking of him: Jon ran away, he’s going all over the world in his research, saying almost nothing to not let others know where he is… and Elias casually sends him an envelope to his last location, with a statement to give him to "eat". How can I not love this guy.

Okay, Julia Montauk was NOT on my bingo card and Trevor Herbert even less. But oh gosh, it has been amazing to see them again!

First, she casually kidnaps Jon because why not - and hey, at least it loks like she doesn’t want to kill him.

Then, Mustermann is back and as soon as I read the name, I knew I’ve heard it before - and I was right! It was the placeholder name for unidentifiable men! The same from MAG 34! Back then it was for a woman (Erika Mustermann), while now it’s for a man, but still. Pretty cool comeback.

And I’m really happy to see Trevor Herbert again, he was such a cool guy! I’m very pleased to see two secondary characters cooperating. Until now, all the people who came with statements barely served any other purpose, aside from “people who have a story”. So seeing two of them being present, doing stuff and knowing each other is pretty cool. It makes the whole TMA world feel more alive.

I’m hyped now, I want to see what they’ll do together.

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MAG 108 - Monologue

So, a statement about an actor who loves monologuing and is haunted by a creepy theater mask which is actually nothing physical aside from an image of the solitude he’s surrounded by and can’t escape from.

I’m still not sure which kind of supernatural shit is this, but it reminds me of how isolated Martin felt at the beginning of this season, which is not a very good sign.

Even worse, right after that, Peter Lukas casually enters the room and has a chat with Martin and what the fuck is happening here.

PETER: Ah, I see. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. It’s one of Elias’ little jokes. (...) PETER: Did he suggest you record a statement today? One that mentioned me? (...) PETER: Right. I have a meeting with him today. He suggested ... I’m sure he’s watching from his office, grinning from ear to ear.

Ah, now I get it: it was all because Elias was getting bored. Why not scare the shit out of his own employees, by sending his friend to collect complaints and suggestions? Sure, of course, that’s the most sensible thing anyone would do.

So Peter Lukas is:

friendly vibes

a weird supernatural shit by his own admission

Elias’ bestie

the umpteenth person to acknowledge Elias does nothing all day (“Elias Bouchard getting his hands dirty. Well, well, it must be the end times.”)

the Archives’ complaints department

Elias’ boss apparently, considering he can scold the bitch for wasting each other’s time

So if we associate the story with the guy… I don’t know, it looks like he can create “pockets” of solitude in which he can trap people. Maybe that’s what he did to Brian on MAG 100 too and the fog was another supernatural shit.

There’s still so much to know about these Lukas and this Peter is interesting. I want to know more about him - even though I fear him a bit too: if Elias told the others to not interfere with this family, there should be a very valid reason.

But also: they’re besties. So… I don’t know, I think I want to see them interacting.

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MAG 109 - Nightfall

A good backstory, we needed it.

Or more like… a connection story? As Jon said, when we left Julia Montauk and Trevor Herbert, they were doing completely different things. And yes, I forgot he was supposed to die. But can you blame me? No one really dies in this series.

Well, except the few who dies. And the people killed by Elias. The man may be lazy, but when it’s killing time, at least he makes it sure the people stay dead.

So Trevor was following a guy he thought was a vampire, but it came out he was one of the guys related to Julia’s story. The closed eye symbol is connected to the People's Church of the Divine Host, right? And Basira was reading something about it in the previous statement. Something regarding:

an eclipse on Ny-Ålesund

the relationship between Edmond Halley and John Flamsteed

which I thought were not important, but now I suppose they will be. Also because I thought these people were all somehow related to the supernatural shit with eyes aka the Eye. Will these people come back too?

Mustermann was involved in the Unknowing? Well, it makes sense: he’s an unidentified person, of course he’s in cahoots with the Stranger and the unknown. What will they do, then? Will Jon interrogate him? Will he find out more? Will we finally meet Gerard?

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MAG 110 - Creature Feature

A statement about a director obsessed with a non-existent film regarding a huge man-eating spider, who casually finds the book this supposed movie is based on.

Yes, I was sure it was a Leitner the exact moment he said it.

Oh my gosh Martin, I love you you huge dork <3 but also Basira is right and wrong at the same time: sure, standing with a cup of tea does nothing really useful… but let’s not forget Martin is the same guy who found out how to kill worms with a corkscrew, so maybe it’s better when he cares rather than when he leans into insanity.

Also, I wonder if we will keep this alternating between Jon and Martin throughout the next episodes. It’s entertaining to see both sides: the Archivist dealing with random shits related to the Unknowing, while the Archives deal with Elias.

And I cannot believe it, but we have an explanation regarding Elias’ lazy ass. We have a fucking explanation about why Elias does nothing all day.

They’re telling me Elias did absolutely nothing for two seasons and spends his time sitting on his ass 24/7… because he’s busy listening and watching everywhere? He can literally do nothing, otherwise he won’t know what’s happening?

That’s surprisingly clever and I’m angry it makes so much sense: this goddamn fucker literally cannot work or he won’t feed his supernatural powers! I hate him and I love him.

And yes, I will keep using his laziness to make fun of him anyway. It's too funny.

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In conclusion

Every episode gives me a more valid reason to stan Elias and hate him at the same time. Now there’s apparently a way to get past him and I cannot wait to see what the gang will do. I’m excited ✨

But I’m even more excited to see the possible Jon-Gerard meeting. My man is alive, the rebel boy, the one who beat the shit out of Leitner: he’s alive and I can’t wait to see him again.

The next ten episodes will also be the last of this season and I’m both scared and hyped to see how it will end: how will the gang stop the Unknowing? Will Tim get his revenge and die heroically or will he survive despite the “DEAD” sign flashing on his head? Will Elias be a huge bitch once again? Will Melanie finally find a way to kill him? Will we see more of Peter “good vibes” Lukas? Will Jon come back from his world tour? Will Martin confess his feelings (as if no one already knows about them)?

We’ll find out next week. Until now, take care of yourself <3

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