#why does wanting to talk about ur interests always feel so shameful and embarrassing to me GUH

[aggressiveguitarnoises]

all about the cringe does not exist be free until its me❤️

[misqnon]

i stopped reading usosan fanfic for this (actually i was happy to stop bc it was smut and i wasnt in the mood to read smut but was too lazy to look for non smut)

I KNOW.. PLEASE .. why does only sanji get to be free .. im so sad for them. reiju the literal (former) child soldier and pudding with no one to care for her and love her. i assume theyll come back in the cover stories. .. please oda... pls..

"UR RIGHT NO SHAME….PUTS MY YAOI PROUDLY ON THE FRIDGE" YEAH!!!! YEAHHH!!!!

NOO AHDNSBF.. i can relate though i always do exactly what im warned not to do

"it was all me. next i will be asking the size of katakur- [gunshots]" NOO HOW COULD THEY SILENCE U LIKE THIS ... dont worry I'll ask in ur place

u cant put improper french in ur fanfic!!!!

reading the water 7 arc when usopp splits always kills me inside... it hurts so bad. i hope that if/when sanji and zoro fight, its THAT emotionally impactful. like all the hidden meanings and . angst.. i want good angst. if they do actually get into a fight To The Death, i dont think anyone but luffy could stop them. i could also imagine theyre fighting to the death and like . what stops them is someone in the crew is put into mortal peril and theyre forced to work together (bc that's always how it goes). what they should actually do is sit down and talk about their feelings... with a mediator perhaps....

"but why does shuggy feel like one of the most likely to me." IT DOES TO ME TOO!!! like the subtext... is there... it is so much There.

"that is canon shuggy to me. oda doing it kinda halfheartedly in a roundabout way for laughs but the fandom is popping bottles (we popping the BIGGEST bottles when shuggy happens tomorrow-)" YEAH i think even if this is the case its a win. canon gay old guys??? who have been pining after each other (well mostly shanks pining after buggy) for what .. 25 years?? that would be amazing..

"do u think zoro will get more development of him as a character by the end of the story?" i do!!! i think he needs a bit more depth tbh. like he is a wonderful character and im not saying he should have a sadder backstory or something but. to me rn i think hes a bit more two dimensional compared to the rest of the crew. like yeah simplicity is wonderful but i think to me hes less.. of a simple character.. and more like a character that needs to have more emotional highs/lows. i know i could love him so much more if i just ... knew him better. anyways i think its coming bc there have been some realizations involving his character? backstory? recently. and i assume oda knows that he could use more emotional depth. stoic and aloof characters are fine but i think the real appeal is when u get to see into their mind for a second and understand who they really are as a person

sexualize him to the point the audience wonders if hes actually a woman

thank u for watching my 4kids sanji video. i actually have like 5 videos saved of trace heatfist because he is so weirdly attractive in the 4kids dub but i will spare u. also idk if uve heard 4kids luffy but imo his voice is way better than the funimation dub???

"WHILE CONNECTED to a GIANT PROJECTOR…THIS briefly flashed on the screen before i frantically clicked away. no one saw but i. i did." this is EXTREMELY FUNNY. i really enjoy embarrassing stories because i find my own embarrassing stories very funny (when i tell them to other people)

brainwash everyone into believing sanji one piece is gay in SOME way.. ur doing gods work

i love how not normal u are about him

"(nodding) no go on what animal parts" see if u had read dungeon meshi i could reference it and everything would be so much easier, BUT YOU HAVENT /lh /teasing

ok but i have been obsessed with animals since i was a kid (especially lions and wolves (special interest go brr)) so probably lotta lion parts... because theyre cooler looking than wolves. and also just give me wings for good measure. i want to fly. nevermind that wings are meant for lightweight creatures. these are magic wings. its one piece..

i saw u post abt nightcrawler and i was never really into x men but hes pretty

i stared at the law comic... for.... like... 10 minutes.... rhank u ... for putting that onto my . feed

YEAH HES 6'3. actually hes the shortest warlord, tied with boa hancock. 6 feet tall is short in one piece

"gay art markets" already intrigued.

THATS SO COOL AJJDHSDJ.. i have been to a few anime cons and i dont remember?? ever seeing any law's??? its very sad .. i went the year before last year i think. i did see a huge furry one time (at the anime con). they looked like they were 7 feet tall. it was really exciting. and intimidating. that weird mix of the two. i am 5'3 for reference.. like wow. u are huge.....

"i love ur insane thoughts pls continue to share."

"i will do the same someday when i am less shy and ashamed of my unhinged fandom thoughts" pls do!! share ur own!! (when ur comfortable!!) i will not judge .. this is a judgement free zone. and also a shaming free zone

"such as making zoro amvs to abba in my head on the way to therapy." u are so powerful...

"thats a line my therapist actually said in response to something i did once." ur therapist sounds cool wtf. i never got a cool therapist

YEAH I SAW PPL TALK ABT IT SO I RECOGNIZED THE POSSIBLE CROCODILE.. i saw someone say croc was gonna be... some white dude.. and internally i was crying.. how could u do that to him

thank u for ur sacrifice

(watched the video) omg its prozd!!!! i love stuart.... Stuart.. stuart little.. ???? no wonder he got along with mice

YEAH I HEARD THAT TOO?? LIKE WTF IS HAPPENING... its cuz crunchyroll is funding ...

did my meme image come off as ambiguous. i asked my friend if it was ambiguous and they said no.. but i had nothing wlse....

robin canonically having touched (crushed) franky's balls for an extended period of time is so weird to me. thats what i think abt when i see naked franky..

p.s. i will add u there... my discord is something like. stupid.. stinky... or something... i dont remember. u saw the doflamingo snail just remember that. oh wait i also have my name as my name. ok. i forgot about that.

send me ur sanji pics .

rowan i am honored 

ok that gives me a question tho. i feel like u mentioned sanuso before and im curious. do people?? have ships with characters in them that they dont like?? like before i converted u. i feel like i could never like a ship that had a character i disliked in it. or at the very least i would grow to like both the characters

THE COVER STORIES i didnt think about that!! yes…oda please…i know u havent forgotten about reiju bc u put her in that one really fruity chapter cover with tashigi for some reason…

to all the haters that i dont have….but my silence. for $5,000 a month,

APPARENTLY NOT the french in my fic is all now double checked….to my embarrassment 

TRUE IT WOULD BE LIKE THE USOPP SPLIT…and yea. that moment WAS a lot. i think i teared up. there are a lot of “crewmate almost leaves the crew” moments and i think a fight between two strawhats (which has also happened before! but usually at least one of them is luffy!) could feel similarly. i like ur interpretation of how it could go too…there’s this trope in zosan fanfics where robin ALWAYS is all up in there business trying to mediate them and i both love it and hate it lmao. like yea she probably would notice but also why does she always gotta be ur guys’ therapist….and in canon. for a moment like that. it would probably have to be luffy wouldnt it??

oda: haha guys i made buggy gay isnt that Funny

the fandom: [hooting and hollering]

I AGREE COMPLETELY ABT ZORO. HE DOES NEED JUST A BIT MORE EMOTIONAL DEPTH. MAKE HIM GO THROUGH SOMETHING…stoic and cool characters REALLY DO need a moment where they ARENT STOIC AND COOL to be more well-rounded…and zoro hasnt really gotten that since that one time he cried at baratie like a thousand chapters ago (literally). and that was a very brief moment. he and robin can be similar and enies lobby is what made everyone love her more…when is zoro’s enies lobby. i dont actually need an entire arc like that for him (i mean i'd love that but i dont expect it) BUT AT LEAST GIVE HIM SOMETHING!!

“sexualize him to the point the audience wonders if hes actually a woman” already there babes 🫡 just doing my part

DID. DID THEY ACTUALLY CALL HIM TRACE HEATFIST IN THE 4KIDS DUB…ARE U SERIOUS RN…IVE NEVER HEARD THAT BEFORE PLEASE SAY SIKE. i just looked up luffy’s voice as well AND I LIKE THE VOICE ITSELF A LITTLE BETTER?? BUT THE VOICE ACTING IS….HM. 

THE GALLERY I WORK AT IS SUPER CHRISTIAN I THOUGH GAY SANJI WAS GONNA GET ME FIRED ZJBFVHDCSKJ it was. it was so funny afterwards tho. i will share embarrassing stories like my life depends on it

“i love how not normal u are about him” 

IM SORRY MY FRIEND KEEPS TRYING TO GET ME TO READ DUNGEON MESHI BUT IM TOO BUSY READING ONE PIECE 😭😭😭 lion…and wings…so u want to be a griffin 👁️

not 6’3 and shortest warlord. dkjnvkjnfvkj

i love the gay art markets. also NO LAWS?? I THOUGHT HE WAS SUPER POPULAR…DIDN THE BEAT OUT ZORO IN THE POPULARITY POLLS ONE TIME

“i will not judge .. this is a judgement free zone.” WRONG bangs my sanji gavel. 

my therapist IS very cool she makes fun of me but in a good way and also makes me laugh. and i make her laugh. bc i am ridiculous. i got very lucky

i dont think theyve made any casting choices for s2 publicly yet so…we will See..

STUART KILLED ME but so did “HIS NAME IS LUFFY! THAT’S Monkey Luffy” its been playing in my head. also sanji’s love for mice/rats makes me fucking insane bc its the cutest thing on earth. that scene where he’s completely enamored by a rat that’s sitting in a woman’s shirt and he is completely ignoring the woman. for the rat 😭 SANJI LOVES MICE MORE THAN WOMEN CONFIRMED-

no but i saw clips of that scene and about cried. same to that mouse wedding he attended in a drawing request oda did kfnvkjd. can u imagine the first time they get rats in the galley and they’re all expecting sanji to freak and kill them and then they walk in and he’s made them tiny stir fry and is calling them cutesy names. they would be like. 😮

also all the fan content ive seen where ratatouille is his favorite movie. ANYONE CAN COOK!!!!! 😭

AMBIGUOUS?? I DONT THINK SO? I liked it. we turn a sad into a frrAAANKKYYYYYYYY

and god i try not to think about it but also. ROBIN WHYYY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OFFFF SHE IS INSANE. SHE’S SO WEIRD.  

EVIL(ER) CROCODILE NX KJDC

I ADDED U ON DISCORD!!!! sanji pics…breathes in…i will add a couple more here but. should i send some on discord as well. is that how i break the ice. images of sanji with his ass up in the air (my collection)

also check out how much this dude can cry!!! (laughing but also crying):

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Skinny Love (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: hello again. I'm in love with Kakashi this mans makes me heart go wild I swear. Hope you like seeing him on ur dash lol. Shy reader who is too afraid to confess how she feels to Kakashi. This is only part one and is essentially just fluff. The second part will be all angst and sadness so beware.

Ps. It took me so long to get this one done. I was struggling to find the right words.

Word count: 4000

"Come on, sensei. You like him," Sakura laughed, poking her superior in the arm. The group of women stood outside the training grounds after a day of hanging out and working on their jutsu. On occasion Y/N enjoyed taking the girls out and spending time with them. It was a relief to be away from all that testosterone. If only for a short time.

She just shook her head, smothering down the embarrassment she felt creeping up her neck. Her stomach churned whenever she recognized her feelings for the man. It was just so intense. "I would never feel that way about a coworker, you know that, Sakura."

"But he's not just a coworker to you, is he? He's also your close friend," Ino hummed.

"Perhaps, but haven't I taught you that it's bad to let emotions get in the way of work?"

The blond rolled her eyes, turning to fully face one of her sensei, who she would argue was deeply in denial. "Seriously why does it even matter? Kurenai-sensei and Asuma-sensei literally had a baby together. You should definitely tell Kakashi you like him."

Y/N tossed her head back against the wall, sighing. "Girls, I really don't like him. He's just my friend. He's nice to me and I appreciate that, but that doesn't mean I want to date him or anything." Her voice shook and clearly she had been caught.

She was always so bad at lying.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

"It's just something I'd rather not dwell on, Sakura. I'm sorry for being so private about it, but it's a sensitive subject for me," the woman confessed, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

"It's okay! You don't have to apologize. We get it! Feelings can definitely be complicated."

"I-I," she started, about to explain herself, but instead she rethought what she was about to say. There was no reason to actually reveal how she felt about the man. These times were tough, and there wasn't any room for making things even more messy with relationship drama. Y/N was more than happy just pretending they were friends and nothing more. As long as she had him just to talk to, she would be fine. As long as he always made it back alive, there was no reason to complain.

"You're right. Feelings are too complicated," she muttered, feeling herself practically deflate as she did so. Y/N was beginning to think she was just the one making everything complicated when it didn't have to be. Skipping around and lying about her feelings. Kakashi wouldn't ditch her if she just said something, she was sure of it.

Just as Sakura was about to reply, the voice of the man in question chimed in from down the path, "Y/N, we were looking for you."

"Yes, the third wheel to our tricycle of youth!"

Y/N felt a smile grow on her lips at the sounds of those voices, especially Gai's exclamation of youth. He was awfully weird, she thought, but that was what kept him so interesting. She turned to face the men walking in her direction. "Kakashi, Gai! What's up? The girls and I were just finishing our training."

"We're going out for drinks and thought you might like to join."

"Sounds great. It's been a long time since the three of us went out. For some reason we never have off at the same time anymore."

"Yeah, it's a shame. Missions have taken over our lives lately," Kakashi said tiredly. It was true. They really never had a second to rest. It was beginning to take its toll. Those were the consequences of war though. "How have you been?"

"Good, I, um..." she began, her eyes trailing up to Kakashi's. He watched back intently, patiently, and she felt something in her chest flutter up. He was always so handsome, she wondered how she could go so long without seeing his face. She just wanted to leap forward and give him a hug, wrap herself up in his warm arms for just a little while. That wasn't an option though, so she settled on some simple words. "I've missed you."

His eyes softened barely enough to be noticeable but she saw. Her heart continued to flutter up in her chest and she sighed, clutching her hands tighter behind her back. No doubt the girls standing just behind her were hyper-analyzing all their interactions, especially after revealing they held an interest in the pair's relationship.

He didn't have the chance to reply though, as Gai was the one to chime in. "Why thank you. I have to say, I've missed you as well, my kunoichi friend."

"Thanks, Gai." Even if the statement wasn't exactly pointed toward him, she was happy she had been missed.

"No problem! Now I hope you young ladies don't mind if we take L/N off your hands."

"No no. It's not a problem, Gai-sensei. I'm sure our moms want us home for dinner anyway. It's getting late after all."

"Yeah, we'll see you later, Y/N-sensei." The pink haired girl waved ss they started to make their way in the opposite direction toward town. Ino paused for a moment though.

"Don't forget what we talked about. You really shouldn't be so shy; it's gonna be okay," she said softly. Y/N sighed, nodding her head as if to say fine. In reality, she wouldn't do anything different. She wasn't feeling very open to changing herself or facing any of her fears. "See you around."

It was kinda sad that Y/N found comfort and support in a bunch of 15 year olds. She was an adult, couldn't she talk to other adults about her problems. These girls were just so accepting and she didn't feel awkward talking about immature things like crushes. Any other adult would just be too wrapped up in their own lives to care too much anyway.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Kakashi. We were just talking about random stuff. You know how curious they can be."

"You go out there and fight rogue shinobi every week. How could you be shy?" The green beast asked.

"It's really nothing. They're always assuming things about me. I'm reserved, but I wouldn't say I'm shy, per se…" She stopped to think for a quick second, tapping her foot on the ground. "Actually, I would say I'm just more conscious of the things I say and do than most other people. Not a bad thing at all."

Kakashi nodded. "It's good to keep a level head."

"Exactly. I'm Level headed. Thanks, Kakashi."

"Now let's head off to the bar! Sake for everyone!" Gai cheered, throwing his fist up in the air. She nodded, walking up beside the pair as they started off toward the restaurant of their choice, which she hoped was her favorite one with the tastiest fruit juice drinks. She was willing to put out good money to have one good, tispy night of drinks and snacking. It had already been weeks since she had a night off, one time wouldn't break the bank.

She stood to the right of them, just beside Kakashi. Every now and then she found herself drifting just a bit too close to him, her natural gait leaning toward the left. At one point, she found her hand skim dangerously close to his and she snatched it away to keep herself in check. Holding his hand perhaps was a dream of hers but she wasn't going to actually try anything.

It wasn't that she was afraid of Kakashi. Quite the opposite actually. She cared for him so deeply it sometimes made her stomach churn when she thought about it. He was her friend for ages, ever since she could really remember. He was one of the only people she could sit with and feel completely enveloped in a warm comfort, free of judgement and deceit. Gai as well, but Kakashi was different.

Maybe he could be a bit of pervert, and even sarcastic at times, but he was never rude. He had changed over the years from being a know-it-all, little jerk to someone everyone liked and admired, a kind and brave soul.

Unfortunately, it took bouts of death and loss to come about this change, but she wasn't going to ignore it. He was the best man she knew, and it only seemed natural she fell in love with him. He would probably never feel the same way. He had better things to worry about and other women to long for. He didn't have his entire life to wait around for a shy woman like herself. That was okay.

As long as he was alive and well, she would be happy.

Maybe one day she would gather the courage to grab his hand, to run her thumb over his knuckles and feel the callouses against her skin. Maybe one day she would have the courage to confess how she felt. Not now, but one day when she was comfortable.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling her out of her deepening thoughts. "You're walking really slow and uh, your hand…" The man motioned to where she was clutching her wrist against her chest.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just uh, my wrist is sore from training." She worked her hand in a circle, pretending to stretch it out. He rolled his visible eye, knowingly.

"Sure. Always skipping around the real issues."

"I'm really okay. I was just thinking hard about something."

"Anything to do with what you, Sakura, and Ino were talking about?" he suggested, raising a brow.

She groaned. He always knew what she was thinking. It was definitely one of his best and worst qualities depending on the situation. In this case, she felt awkward as she was so lost in thought about him. She felt like a fool. "Maybe it was. But that was girl time and now it's drinking time. Different topics of discussion."

"Well, mind telling me what's got you so caught up? It's gotta be important."

"It's personal."

"Ah, I see. Well, that's fine. When you want to talk about it, I'm always around."

There was silence for a moment, her thoughts running wild in her head. He was so kind, it wouldn't be bad to tell him how she felt. He would let her down easy, surely. And Gai would be there to cushion her embarrassment, no doubt. He would make things less awkward somehow. She was sure of it.

It was crazy. No way she would say anything. Definitely not.

"I'm interested in someone," Y/N found herself blurting out before she could stop herself. She just felt so much pressure building up in her chest and the only way she could relieve that feeling was to tell him something, anything about the predicament she was in. She wouldn't tell him exactly how she felt and about who, but she could vent.

Damn, all this and she didn't even have her first drink. That man really did something to her.

The men stopped in their path, their heads turning their attention solely to her. She felt her neck and cheeks begin to heat up and her palms start to sweat. Why would she say that? Dammit. She really was a fool.

"Really? Who?" Gai asked. "He'd be a fool to reject you, of course, beautiful flower of the leaf! You do not have to worry!"

"Gai...it's really not that simple. He is, um, out of my league, I guess you could say," she muttered nervously, rubbing her palms together to ease her anxiety. "He's just well, I don't know, the perfect guy ever."

She could feel Kakashi tense at her side, and her eyes scanned over him. He didn't look out of the ordinary but his energy had definitely changed. Strange.

"No one is out of your league, don't you dare say something like that! If he doesn't let you down easy, I will use my fists of justice to defend you! Tell me who this mystery man is."

"This is what Ino meant when she said you were being shy. You aren't going to tell him, are you?" Kakashi asked, and she noticed the bit of annoyance in his tone. She wondered if he was just upset she was talking about such silly things when they were ready to start drinking. She felt embarrassed. They were adults. Adults don't talk about this kind of thing. He doesn't want to hear about the guys she's interested in, or how she feels about them. Maybe Gai would be interested in it, but not a cool guy like Kakashi.

"Of course not. Like I said, he would just reject me anyway, there's no point," she told them. "And Gai, I can't just tell you who it is. You know you're a loud mouth; you'd go around telling everyone." She really didn't believe Gai would do that to her. He was far too conscious of others feelings for the most part. She just couldn't risk Kakashi knowing. She would keep it a secret from him.

"Oh come on! Just tell us! I'll help you out, be your wingman!"

"Maybe I'll tell you another time. When I'm more confident in myself."

"Well, what is it that has finally caught out dear friends heart in a web of love? Tell us!" Oh man. He really was nosy sometimes. He meant well, but occasionally he just didn't know when to stop. Kakashi kept his mouth shut because he understood she was getting uncomfortable, that or he was growing annoyed as she suspected.

Regardless, it was nice to get some of this off her chest, even if it was risky business.

"I don't really know. He's smart and considerate, and very brave. He's handsome as well, that's a plus," she smiled, listing off the things she liked about the man standing right in front of her. It felt so exhilarating, talking about her feeling so openly. It was terrifying and relieving at the same time. Y/N exhaled as she thought about him again, "He just makes me feel happy when I'm in my worst moments, that's all. I mean, what else could I ask for?"

"I see! He sounds like a good guy. Can't wait to meet him," he laughed until his eyes widened and he leaned in a bit closer to her face. He pointed his finger at his chest and questioned, "Unless of course, I already know him. It's not me, is it?

She found herself smiling just a little, her lips curving up at the absurdity of it all. "No definitely not. You don't have to worry about that."

"I'm wounded, but I understand. My youthfulness is just too strong for you."

As she thought of something to say, she began to question just why Kakashi hadn't said anything really at all. It was strange of him, letting the other man do all the talking when normally he asked her questions and at least tried to engage. Maybe he was feeling tired or bored with the conversation. She had to change the subject.

"So uh, let's get a move on before all the good booths are taken, yeah?"

"Actually, I'm getting tired. I think I'll just head home for the night, get ready for my mission in two days," the white haired jounin sighed. They both looked over to him, surprised, but Y/N knew why he needed to go. She had upset him somehow. So much for a fun night between the three of them.

"Kakashi, come on! Don't bail on us now!"

She took a step back and her eyes trailed up to his, which were narrowed, not angrily just as if he had been hurt or confused she couldn't tell which. "Oh, are you sure?" Her heart was sinking in her chest seeing him so conflicted.

"Yeah. Got a headache, too."

"Ah, okay. Well, I'll see you around sometime?"

"Yeah."

"Goodbye, rival. Hopefully you are feeling better tomorrow and we can have a real night of drinking indeed!"

And with that, he left to his apartment, leaving the other two behind. She felt her stomach begin to turn uncomfortably, sick from the thought of Kakashi just leaving them like that. He seemed so angry, she couldn't help but think it was all her fault. It wasn't in his nature to act that way.

They had already spent so much time apart already that it was tugging at her heart strings. She felt like they rarely saw each other anymore. For him to be angry at her and leave, that meant they would just see each other even less than before. It seemed like a nightmare come true. She really did miss him, like she had said. She missed the fun they would have together and the conversations they shared. She just missed him and there he went, gone off again without so much as a real goodbye.

The woman clutched at her stomach, feeling the tossing and turning overtake her sense with nausea.

Suddenly, before she could contain herself, tears began dripping down her cheeks, and she sucked in her breath. Hot tears warmed her cheeks, and frantically she wiped them away from her cheeks. Her arms wound around her waist and she hugged herself tightly inward, almost as if she would turn into a ball if she could.

"Y/N, what's wrong?! What happened?"

"It's Kakashi," she whispered, trying to keep herself from crying anymore but it only got worse.

"Kakashi? Because he left? It's okay, we can go drinking another night or-or you and I can just go alone. No problems," he tried to say but it wasn't going to work. She didn't want to go to dinner with Gai and she didn't want to wait until tomorrow, or whatever the next time they would all be together. She was being stupid and selfish, acting like a spoiled little baby with all this crying. She just couldn't stop herself.

"It's not that. There's something I haven't told anyone. I don't know what to do."

"It's gonna be fine whatever it is. Just calm down."

"No, I can't. It's so bad, Gai. I'm in love with him, it's him, and now he's mad at me and I don't know what I did wrong," she confessed, feeling all the words slipping out so easily. How is it that such strong emotions could just cause her to think so irrationally and just let something like this happen? A bout of confessing every feeling she had to her friend who may or may not go and relay all this information to Kakashi. It was stupid. She was just being stupid and reckless.

He nodded carefully, moving to take ahold of her shoulders to steady her. "It's gonna be okay. He's not mad at you, I promise. I know Kakashi and I'm sure he really was just feeling sick."

"Gai, I just...I don't want him to ever leave me, even over something stupid like this."

"Trust me, you don't have to worry about Kakashi leaving you. He would never do something like that. You are one of his closest friends. There's almost nothing you could do to make him do that, especially if you always have good intent at heart. Trust me, you really don't ever need to worry," Gai explained trying his best to reason with her. "You two do everything together. He never stops talking about you! He would never let you go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am one hundred percent sure!"

"I-I need to go find him. I need to make sure he's not upset with me," she said as she pushed herself away from him. He waved to her as she started in the direction of Kakashi's apartment.

"Goodluck on your mission, Y/N, not that you'll need it."

______

Kakashi was just about to enter his apartment when she dashed up the stairs and turned the corner, going so fast she nearly slid into the wall. His eyes widened when he saw her, and he froze in his spot, not turning the key to the door just yet. Her face was flush and chest heaved. He could tell she rushed on her way.

"Y/N, did you run all the way here?"

She stood, catching her breath after just having run all the way across town to find him. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, and she clutched at the railing of the stairs for support. "I wanted to say sorry for whatever I said to make you angry with me. I didn't know I was being insensitive."

"I told you I was sick," he replied, but she knew better. And he knew she did. He wasn't dumb. They knew each other better than that and there was no pretending.

"I could tell that was a lie. I know you were angry and I felt terrible."

"Were you just crying?"

She exclaimed back, holding a hand over her heart to maybe try and ease the racing heartbeat, "Maybe. What about it?! I was hurt that I'd offended my friend, isn't that tear-worthy?" She took a few more deep breaths through her mouth, letting the air fill her up and calm her down. "Why were you so upset?"

"It's not important."

"No, no. It's important to me!"

The man paused, thinking over his next words carefully. He very well knew the real reason he ran away from their conversation like a coward. He actually thought it was obvious. It wouldn't hurt for her to know. He sighed, "If you really want to know. It's because I was tired of hearing about your love life. It's not exactly an entertaining subject."

She knew it but admittedly she would be lying if she said she didn't feel her heart break a little at those words. He didn't care about her feelings enough to just sit there and listen to her talk for a couple minutes? Was she that annoying? So many thoughts ran through her head, and each one made her sad. "I just didn't want to go a whole night with Gai talking about it," he added. "It's nothing to do with you."

"I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's fine," he brushed off her apology. "I'm the one who asked about it in the first place."

"Why- why wouldn't you want to hear me talk about other men? Why would that be a sore subject for you?" She asked, her curiosity spiking up through the roof. It was strange, the whole situation. He had never backed down from a personal chat before, only this time.

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights suddenly. How was he supposed to reply to that without blowing his cover. "I just don't like the whole romance thing."

But they both knew that was a lie. He read romance for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But if he wanted to keep his secrets, she would let him. There was no need to pry. She just hoped he would trust her enough in the future to explain what he meant. Secretly, she wished that it was because he was jealous. That he didn't want to hear about another man because he wanted to be that guy, her lover. It was a wild thought, a hopeless theory meant to be thrown out, but she could fantasize.

"Kakashi, we're still good? As friends and all? You'll go out with me and Gai another time then?"

He nodded, his lips quirking up into just a tiny smile. It was characteristic for her mind to go straight to the worst case scenario. He replied, "Of course. Like I said, it's not that bad. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. I'm glad. I really thought I messed up this time."

"I don't think there's anything you could do to make me hate you," he sighed, leaning his shoulder against his door frame. "The day I let you go is the day I die, Y/N."

She smiled, closing her eyes and finally taking a relaxed breath. It was done. He wasn't angry at all. He still cared for her and everything else she could hope for. As long as they could remain friends, it was all gonna be okay. She laughed, "That's what Gai said. Should have listened to him, huh?"

The both nodded and suddenly they were enveloped in a peaceful silence for a while. She stared down at her feet and he watched her quietly, admiring the way she could be so miserably shy yet so adorable at the same time.

"Do you wanna go catch dinner? Or uh, just drinks like we originally planned, if you want," he asked, running his hand through his hair. Her eyes brightened at the question, and he'd be stupid not to notice the new shine in them.

"Do you want to go find Gai first?"

"Actually, how about it just be you and me this time? We'll catch Gai tomorrow morning for breakfast instead."

"Two meals in two days...I'm not made of money."

"It's on me. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, jeez. So nice of you, Kakashi. Thank you! Where are we going?" she asked happily, walking up to him and rolling back in the balls of her feet.

"Wherever you want to go."

"I feel like I'm getting the special treatment. I'm so excited," she cheered, pulling him in the direction of the stairs by the edge of his sleeve.

He just smiled. It was all he could do. He had the most beautiful woman in the entire world in front of him ready to go on a not-exactly date. They were only friends, and she reaffirmed that today when she mentioned she was interested in someone else.

But for now he could pretend they were a thing. That they were dating and that she loved him and he could openly love her back. He would take her out to dinner and kick at her ankles under the table just to annoy her. And he would take a sip of her drink and pretend it was too sweet for him and watch as she struggled to drink a sip of his liquor.

And after he walks her home that night, he would hug her tight to his chest and he would think about kissing her, to pull down his mask for just a split second and press his lips to hers, but he would refrain. It just wasn't the right time. Maybe there would never be a right time either, and that was okay.

As long as they could have nights like these, as long as he would feel her in his arms, he was more than happy. He was in love.

Part Two is up.

[boognish-worshipper]

Moonlight

the second part/continuation of Sunrise, Sunset!

this boutta get interesting……. it gets kinda messy but don’t worry, it isn’t over yet 🙏🙏🙏 also trevor can’t spell over text to save his life

//

Lamar didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He just kept thinking the whole situation over, trying his hardest to connect the dots. Make some sense of it, or at least find some logical way to deny the truth. Had it always been Franklin? It’s not like Lamar ever had a long term girlfriend, or even a chick he was hung up on like his… friend. How long had he been completely naïve? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner. He didn’t even have anyone to confide in. He obviously couldn’t confide in Frank right now. Shit. How would he face him? Lamar screwed his eyes shut tight. What the fuck was he gonna do? He tried thinking about who to turn to. Michael was obviously a no-go, what with the dynamic those two had. Then he thought about Trevor. Maybe he’d help. Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, right?

hey

crazy guy

wut leroy. u need smthn?

uh, yeah

sort of

wut iz it?

some complicated bs again. nothin new.

cant u go 2 frank 4 whtevr prblm ur having

not exactly

can i meet u somewhere private?

wut 4

u tryna fuk me leroy?

loco. no.

jus. meet me @ vanilla unicorn asap

Lamar sighed heavily, starting to wonder if this was gonna be a bad idea to try and talk to him about this. But Trevor was kinda fruity anyway, so at least he wouldn’t judge. His phone buzzed again.

alrdy hear bro

Lamar raced over to the strip club, going through the back entrance. Trevor was sitting on his desk, already waiting for Lamar’s arrival.

“LD! What brings you to my fine establishment at this time?” He stood up, but remained leaning against the desk behind him.

“Listen man, it’s.. it’s serious.”

Trevor’s faced lifted, looking surprised. Or.. whatever concerned looked like by his terms.

“How serious we talkin’ bro?”

“Ion know, just some stupid shit I’ve been tryna wrap my head around.”

“Uhh, elaborate on that?”

“It’s gotta do with Fr-…eaky shit going on with me.”

Trevor squinted at him, like he was trying to read Lamar’s mind.

“Like..?”

“Something to do with love, I think?”

“Oh. Well. Why’d you come to me for help?”

“Because I..” He said, the words deflating in his mouth.

“I think you’re the only person who could understand where I’m coming from?”

“…I’m not reading ya. Just say it, Lamar. Jeez.”

“I think I’m in love with someone.”

A long pause filled the air with tension.

“That it?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“Jesus bro, what is the matter with you right now? You look like you’re gonna faint.”

“It’s, it’s someone we know, alright? There.”

Trevor squinted his eyes again, but not for long. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and he stood upright from the desk he was perched on.

“Wait a minute…”

Lamar looked down at the ground, embarrassment swirling around in his stomach. He felt like some child that had been yelled at for stealing some candy. He didn’t like it. He was a grown fuckin’ man for crying out loud.

“You don’t mean..”

He stood there, saying nothing and grabbing his arm protectively. The silence was back, lingering for too long.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” Trevor said, almost inaudible.

“Wh.. what?” Lamar spluttered out, looking up.

“I fucking knew it!”

Somehow hearing those words comforted and pissed off Lamar. Obviously Trevor wasn’t planning on judging him for it, but how did he know before him?

“What the fuck you mean you knew?!”

“Oh please, Lamar. You aren’t a very subtle person.”

“I am too!”

“No. You’re not. You’re really not.”

“Tell me. How, how am I not subtle as a motherfucker?”

“Hmm… I can think of a few instances to count, but honestly a perfect example was that conversation we had dropping those cars off for he-who-shall-not-be-named.”

Lamar cocked his head sideways, confused. Trevor shook his head before starting his sentence back up.

“Remember when you ah… inquired about Michael and I? Our past?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“You compared us to some.. I don’t know, divorced couple or something. Figuring it was romantic?” He averted his gaze, turning pink.

“Well, I mean after the whole rundown of our partnership, I asked you about how you and our boy Frankie met.”

“Mhm..”

“And you gave me some weird, uncomfortable story about you having a threesome with him- Which he apparently wasn’t even apart of to begin with. Didn’t know why he even appeared in that memory, but I guess it sort of makes sense now. It was also the fact you.. uh, deciphered my relationship, and tried to compare it to you and Frank. That’s how I started to catch on.”

“Shit.”

“I mean I… I was in the same boat as you, kid. You were right, y’know.”

“I was?”

“Michael and I… were never perfect. But back then I was,” His voice lowered.

“…Am.” He corrected, voice barely above a whisper. Coughing, he continued.

“In love with him. Or something.”

“Shit, for real?”

“For reals homie. I know what you’re going through. Only difference is Mikey uh.. was a little more repressed than I was. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

Lamar stood in shock, eventually flopping down on the couch.

“What the fuck am I gon’ do, Trevor?”

“Well, I know I’m friends with him but I’m not exactly as close to him as you or Mike. So I can’t exactly say whether or not he’s like Michael in that regard, you know?”

“Fuck, man…”

“Hey.. I uh, I’m sorry if I wasn’t much help. I never really knew how to deal with those feelings towards Mike. It’s like, even harder to manage when you have a bond like that.”

“No, no. I needed this I think.”

“Go home, Lamar. Try to get some rest or something.”

As he got up, he placed a hand on Trevor’s shoulder.

“Thanks.”

For the first time since they met, Trevor gave him a genuine smile. He patted his hand and scooted him out the door. Driving back, he still felt sort of restless. Even if he did sleep, it wasn’t gonna be enough. When he got back home and in his bed, he pulled out his phone.

So you’re back.

yup

i thought about what you said

Wait - really?

yeah. i’m a fuckin idiot

Doesn’t take a psychic to know that.

hey

that’s uncalled for lady

What is it you need? It’s very late you know - is what I said keeping you up?

bingo bitch

and uh yeah, i need to know what the fuck u said to franklin

what does he know?

All I told him was that I saw you at his house - very frequently I might add.

I might’ve mentioned you were there in his old room all the time, in his bed with someone he knew - an older woman, perhaps? He didn’t take it too well.

wait a minute

his auntie? i mean she bad and all but

i never.. like did anything with her. not like that

He thought differently. The implications might’ve been misread - why would you choose his childhood bed for something like that? Shame on you

and i might’ve picked the wrong fuckin person to speak to

lady, what the fuck? i never fucked his auntie!

i wouldn’t do that to him, even if she got a dumptruck ass

You are a strange man Lamar. All I saw was you two in his bed, very, very often.

I wouldn’t have known you felt anything for him had you not contacted me - and even now you still made a pass at her!

all we did was talk! n there’s nothing wrong wit admiring ass.

Whatever you say - oh wait…

I’m seeing something

goddammit

it better be good

I’m seeing you two again - and you’re right. You’re talking… about Franklin?

why else would we be in his room. if i was gon fuck his auntie we would’ve done it in hers or sumn

or in the livin room maybe.

I’m seeing something else now - he’s taken the place of his aunt. Oh. Wow…

what? what is it?

what do u see?

I… completely misinterpreted Franklin’s reading. It seems like it was supposed to be him in her place.

I’m not sure how he read it exactly - my best guess was that it wasn’t the latter.

And seeing as he no longer lived there, the vision got mixed up some how for both of us. You did have some connection to her though - don’t lie. That was most likely the problem.

i mean yeah. i hit on her a couple times

maybe thought it about it once or twice

More than that.

whatever. still, i ain’t do shit to her, ion stoop that low lady

Then I apologize. But I cannot fix this problem for you - you’re going to have to talk things out

Because right now, he’s assuming you’re acting weird because you actually *did* something with his aunt.

Fuck me man

this sucks

ur evil lady, u know that?

Hey, I’m not the one hanging out with his aunt. Now go to bed. I’ll deal with you another time.

hey wait

come back

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“God fuckin’ damn it not again!”

He chucked his phone against the wall, and began yelling into his pillow. He wasn’t gonna sleep right at all until he fixed this mess. Fucking psychic lady.

The next morning when Lamar passed by his mirror he audibly gasped. He looked like shit. He looked like he was definitely hiding something. And he knew he couldn’t see Frank today. His phone buzzed and as soon as he glanced down he felt the urge to throw it across the room. Speak of the fuckin’ devil. Franklin was fucking calling him. Taking a deep breath, he hit answer.

“Yo.”

“Hey L. How you feelin’?”

“Better. Thanks.”

“Yeah man. You know what was up wit’ you or…”

“I.. I think it was some sort of stomach bug man. Doin’ alright now tho.”

“Glad to hear.”

“So are you callin’ me for something or-“

“Actually yeah. I wanted to talk to you.”

“N-now?”

“Later. Sunset? That cool wit’ you?”

“Uh yeah, yeah. Heard it’s a full moon.”

“Dope. Been meaning to talk about this for a while anyway, and you always dragging me around to go see the sunrise.”

“Makes sense.” More sense than the shit he was in the middle of.

“See you then?”

“Of course dog.”

Click. Lamar dropped his shoulders, which had grown tense during the duration of the call. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to understand what he was dealing with better. He thought to himself that he couldn’t possibly be gay, because he loved himself some hoes now and then. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel the same around Franklin. Women and men… was that possible? Could you be into men AND women? He looked it up on his phone, and found a definition that fit him. Bisexual? That’s a thing? He thought it was just, gay and straight. That you couldn’t be both. But… at least that was accounted for. Putting his phone away, he moved on to the next part of the puzzle. What was he going to do when night time came? He couldn’t straight up tell Franklin. That would ruin everything. But how would he explain that he didn’t fuck his Aunt? He had to have a reason to back it up. Either way, he was screwed.

Night came too quick. Lamar kept pacing his room, not taking his eyes off his phone that rested on his bed. Any minute Frank would call him. Any fucking minute now. He still didn’t have a plan. What was he going to do? The phone lit up, buzzing loudly. Oh no. He practically dove to answer it, feigning a nonchalant tone. It wasn’t very impressive.

“Heyyy Frank. I was waiting for word from you.”

“Hey. I’m on my way, be ready.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“See you in 5 L.”

Even after Frank hung up, he didn’t lower the phone from his ear. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit. He was panicking now, phone dropping to the floor. Not noticing how long he was standing there, he heard a car pull up, then honk. Oh, shit. He raced out the door clumsily, trying to shove his phone in his pocket. Opening the car door, he was hit with the now overwhelming scent of Franklin. Something along the lines of weed and the same cologne he’d be buying for years. He remembered how Tanisha had gotten it for him back when they first started dating as a gift. The detail only made him more nauseous.

“Hey LD.”

“Hey.”

“Get in homie, I got a good spot for us, real sick view n shit.”

“Ah.. aight.”

The car ride wasn’t entirely awful for Lamar, listening to Collard Greens play loudly through the speakers. Franklin had taken them to some secluded spot near Vespucci beach, where no one would bother them. As they got out of the car, Lamar got a clear view of the sunset. It was even better than a sunrise. They found a bench to sit on, and Lamar felt like there wasn’t enough space between them. Did it magically fucking shrink as soon as they sat down? Shit. He cleared his throat, trying to seem neutral and not like he was internally freaking the fuck out.

“So uh… what’d you need to talk to me about?”

Franklin sighed, and Lamar’s stomach was in knots.

“It’s.. just somethin’ I been thinkin’ about for a while. I really jus’ didn’t know how to bring it up or whatever. But let’s jus’ enjoy the sunset right now.”

In contrast to how every sunrise went, the sunset contained shades of pinks and purples. There were also mixed shades of green, from the combination of yellow and blue clashing together. It was a miraculous sight. Frank was right, why didn’t they see sunsets more often? He watched the light sink down past the water, replaced by moonlight not much later. The two sat in silence, as stars filled the sky. The view had grown darker, but he could see the moonbeam reflect in the calm waves. He turned to Franklin, who had a serene expression on his face. He was blue in the moonlight, and it made Lamar feel all kinds of things he never felt for anyone before. Franklin side-eyed him, sitting upright. Here goes nothing.

“Lamar… I just. I gotta ask. I uh.. heard from someone,” Fucking psychic lady.

“That you uh.. and my.. Denise. My Aunt. Were uh.. you were at my house or something with her?”

Lamar eyes were wide. Franklin looked anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable bringing the topic up. He kept tripping over his words, not knowing how to ask.

“Are.. and I won’t be mad if you are, but are you… and my Aunt.. Are y’all foolin’ around?” He scrunched his face up getting the words out. He almost looked hurt, like he was betrayed at the thought of it all.

“What?”

“Are you fuckin’ my Auntie or what man?!” He forced out.

“Franklin. What.”

He knew the psychic lady had said he got the wrong idea, but hearing it out loud from him was just mind boggling.

“Jesus Christ Franklin, no. I’m not! Why would you even think that?!”

Now he felt hurt. Did he really think Lamar would do something like that?

“You say shit about her all the fuckin’ time! I don’t even know why, because she’s fuckin’ nuts man! I have heard a million and one remarks about her from yo bitchass self!”

“Yeah but I would never-“

“And in my fuckin’ bed man?! Are you for real?!”

“I’m not fucking her! I never was!”

“That’s not what I fuckin’ heard dog! And don’t think I haven’t noticed how weird you’ve been actin’, all guilty n shit. I knew you were hidin’ shit from me, I jus’ didn’t think it’d be my absolute worst fuckin’ nightmare!”

“Franklin! For fucks sake bro that’s not why I’ve been actin’ so weird!”

“Then tell me, exactly, what the hell your problem is!”

Lamar’s mouth hung open, looking for what the fuck to say.

“Homie. It’s not like that. I’m seriously, seriously not fucking her. I’m… just-”

“What, Lamar?!”

“I think I’m in love.”

Shock covered Franklin’s face. Complete, utter shock. His face then twisted into a furious expression.

“Are you fuckin’ for real right now? You’re not fuckin’ my Aunt, you’re in love with her?! Fuck you man!”

“Wait, no that’s not what was I was implying-“

Franklin shot up from his seat, throwing his hands up.

“You’ve officially lost yo mind dog. You two enjoy each other. I’m fuckin’ out of here bro.”

“Franklin, wait-“

“No, no. I.. I need to go. I need to clear my mind or whatever the fuck, because I am just… unbelievably pissed right now.”

“But I’m not-“

“Save it, LD. I’ll… catch you later. Or something. Bye.”

Franklin walked back to his car, abandoning Lamar. Some how, this was worse than confessing to him. He felt sick to his stomach. How the hell was he gonna fix this mess? He remained seated, watching the water lap at the shore. He needed to fix this. And he knew, although he wish he didn’t have to, that’d he’d have to come clean. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship, and some how still did by just not blurting it out. Soon. Soon, after Franklin was ready to talk to him again. He prayed to a higher being, hoping desperately it’d all work out.

//end of pt 2!!!!! i’m sorry this is kinda angsty or whatever :( but i am gonna write a happy ending for this!! lamar deserves the world i love his character sm *sobs* (also sorry this part’s longer than the last one LMAO)

[missturtleduck]

hi i saw ur requests were open and i would love if u could do a sokka x reader :) where reader is really shy and he likes to tease her and flirt with her to see her all flustered but she denies him actually liking her bc she thinks it’s just his personality to be funny like that. but then there’s the classic oh no there’s only one bed thing? thank you!

Ooooh I loved writing this! Tropes? Love them. Fluff? So fun, so sweet. I hope you enjoy, anon, and have a very happy holiday! <3

Teasing

Sokka x shy!Reader

It was a well-known fact that Sokka was a tease.

Now, he wasn’t a tease in the common sense, more that he took some joy in being a so-called comedian. Y/N seemed to be the person in their gang that got the brunt of his teasing. Every time he came up with some sarcastic quip, she would laugh along with everyone else �� though most of the time she was the only one who found him funny – but then there were the other times.

She had been sparring with Zuko, who was surprisingly adept with swords for a bender, when Sokka had come by whistling with faux innocence. As he took a seat on the floor, his eyes were trained on the fight. Feeling his blue-eyed gaze boring into her, she felt her entire body flush. Steadying her breathing, Y/N pushed down the flustered flutter bats inhabiting her stomach. A frustrated cry escaped her lips as she pinned Zuko’s blades to the floor with her own.

“Sokka,” She breathed out, hating how hot she felt. “Sokka, w-what are you doing?”

He grinned. “Just enjoying the view. You know, I always thought red was Zuko’s colour, but you are boasting a lovely shade today.”

Absently, Y/N put a palm to her face, only becoming more flustered as she realised her skin had in fact became darker. As the blood rushed faster through her body, she looked desperately at Zuko for some reprieve.

“Sokka, are you here for any reason other than being a complete clown?” Zuko said, sighing in pure exasperation even as Y/N had him pinned.

The boy ignored him completely. “Has anyone ever told just how adorable you are? Because you really are.”

“Sokka,” Zuko said again, his voice less patient. “Go away before we make you.”

“Alright, alright,” He tutted, hands in the air as if in surrender. “I’ll leave you two to your dance lessons. Call me if you fall; I’ll come and catch you.”

Waiting for him to be out of earshot, Y/N groaned, dropping her sword and freeing Zuko. Her entire face was on fire. Sure, it was a metaphor, a hyperbolic one at that, but if Zuko decided to shove his ignited palm in her face, it would not manage to be as hot as she was feeling now. It might be slightly less sweaty. Ew.

Lowering herself to the ground, she sat, stretching out her aching limbs, pouring water over her roasting head. Y/N, needless to say, was mortified by Sokka’s teasing, but when was she not? She was somewhat shyer than her female friends; Katara had this maternal instinct about her that kicked into overdrive as soon as someone seemed needy. It was honestly scarier than the Avatar State. Toph was just... Toph. The girl was at least four years younger than Y/N and utterly terrifying, approaching people and situations with no fear. Then there was Suki. Suki had a knack of getting people to like her, being the loveable, charismatic leader, she was.

And that left Y/N.

Y/N struggled being heard in many a conversation. Ask her to take a compliment? No. No. Not happening. No thank you. Her shy demeanour was labelled cute by a few different people, though they all seemed to be joking – especially Sokka.

“Do you want me to sort him out for you?”

Y/N looked up, meeting Zuko’s very serious gaze for just a moment before staring at the ground. “No, it’s okay. He’s like that with everyone.”

“What?” Zuko frowned, slumping to the ground too. “What are you on about? He doesn’t flirt with everyone!”

“That wasn’t flirting!” She insisted, feeling that bashful flush creeping in again. 

“He was just teasing, like he does with everyone!”

Zuko’s lips quirked. “He called you adorable.”

“Yesterday, he called Momo adorable.”

“He said you flushed was your colour.”

“And he said that red was yours, sunshine.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’ll catch you if you fall!”

Y/N stammered. “He could have been talking to either of us!”

There was some silence between them. Y/N didn’t usually mind sitting in silence with Zuko, who was just as awkward as her most of the time. However, the wide, toothy grin like a catgator’s was highly disconcerting.

“Zuko, I don’t know what you’re seeing, but he wasn’t flirting,” Y/N said finally, quietly commanding. “He’s just messing around like he usually does.”

The prince sighed, suppressing his mischievous grin. Raising his swords, the pair charged each other again.

                                                      ✦

In the midst of a war, there wasn’t much space for fun. With the constant movement between the Western Air Temple and many significant locations to build their defences after the Day of Black Sun, Y/N found she hardly had time for anything other than training and strategizing. Sure, she may be considered meek when compared to her peers, but her mind was sharper than her blade.

After watching Aang master firebending, Sokka masterminding a prison break, and Katara nearly murdering a man – all with Zuko’s help – she had some whiplash. She might even say that she had been somewhat blindsided by them, but she didn’t particularly mind. It was when they moved onto Ember Island, however, that Y/N found there to be an issue. In all the excitement, or terror, of being separated from Haru and the others, and possibly murdering Sparky Sparky Boom Man, the gang ended up hiding out on Ember Island.

Spirits, did Y/N love the sunshine. The sand? Not so much, nor the swimsuits. Nevertheless, she much preferred it to Aang’s beloved ancestral temple.

“Okay,” Zuko said as they all collected together in the house, “So there’s a bit of an issue.”

“Fire Nation?” Katara asked, eyes narrowing.

“Worse,” Zuko said, voice grave. “There are seven of us, and only six beds.”

The teenagers all looked between each other with varying looks of embarrassment and disgust. It was Toph who spoke first.

“Well, I for one do not want to share a room,” She scoffed, stomping her foot – a reminder of her power. “I can already hear all of you when we sleep on the ground. I am not missing out on my chance for a quiet night of sleep.”

“That seems fair,” Zuko hummed as he pulled a hat off of a dresser. “Everyone else, unless they have some reason why not, will put their name in here.”

Sokka whined, pointing his finger at the heir of the Fire Nation. “Fine! But they should get the biggest bedroom.”

Y/N swore Zuko smirked. “Done.”

Sat on the floor watching him write names, the group waited anxiously to see who would be sharing a room at least for that night. Mixing up bits of paper, he seemed to be building up some bravado, akin to a showman about to pull a jackalope out of a hat.

“Sokka.”

The boy cursed under his breath as Zuko continued on with his little show, the piece of paper disintegrating as easily as a leaf floating in a breeze.

“And Y/N!”

She met Zuko’s eye, entire body hot, sending a psychic message along the lines of sprits, no, Zuko, no, please, Zuko, don’t do this.

Despite the fact that Y/N knew Sokka was only joking with his teasing, somewhere along the line she had ended up falling for it – for him. It was sudden and violent, the way a meteor crashed through the atmosphere, roaring, brilliant, and completely obliterating anything in its path. Currently, Y/N was that metaphorical meteorite, burning up and crashing into the earth.

Since Zuko apparently couldn’t read minds, she chanced a glance at Sokka. She expected some sort of joke, a quip, anything. Instead, he was deadly silent, stony in his face, staring too at Zuko. Was he blushing, or was she making it up in her head? This question soon slipped from her brain as she those baby blue eyes were staring straight at her.

Tui and La, Agni, spirits above; he hated her.

“Cool!” She said, though it came out more like a squeak. “I’ll see you tonight, I guess.”

“Y/N, we have the entire day before- “

She cut Suki off. “Yep, busy today! Busy, busy, busy. Plenty of strategic planning to do before the big day!”

And she was gone. Even Aang, renowned creator of the air scooter, had never seen a person move so fast, and Y/N wasn’t even a bender. In her haste, she didn’t catch the sly looks, nor the disapproving one courtesy of Katara. She definitely didn’t catch the shy grin on Sokka’s face, muddled with complete embarrassment. Getting as far away from the house as possible was her current goal, and she achieved it with insane speed – and longevity.

For an entire day, Y/N managed to see none of her friends, excluding Appa and Momo. Her animal friends seemed very concerned and very interested in her noughts and crosses diagrams in the black volcanic sand of Ember Island. It was only when Yue began to rise above the horizon that she thought it would be safe to come out. With what felt like a walk of shame, she trekked back to the beach house, a sleeping Momo cradled in her arms like a baby. Even Appa, who had been occupied with all sorts of made-up games throughout the day, was beginning to sway, eyes drooping, weighed down by sleep. Settling them down in the warm sand, Y/N climbed the wooden stairs.

Being quiet used to get her everywhere unseen; it didn’t work that night. Wordless, her friends’ good night wishes falling on deaf ears, she entered the biggest bedroom, alone. Falling face first onto the bed, she muffled a frustrated scream into one of the too many decadent pillows adorning it. Heaving herself onto her back, Y/N groaned dramatically with the effort it took. This bed was so soft. She tried to think of a more comfy, luxurious bed she had ever been on – and failed. The four-poster frame was casting odd shadows across the dark room. It felt especially lonely.

She felt especially lonely.

Sitting up, a low rumble filled the silence. Her stomach was apparently rather unhappy with the distinct lack of food during the day. Y/N had forgotten about that. She weighed up the options; go out and face embarrassment, or skip dinner for the first time in her life. Fortunately, she needn’t think long.

“So, everyone’s going to bed, and I remembered you hadn’t eaten.”

Sokka.

Of course.

“Oh,” Was all she could manage, mentally kicking herself for her utter lack of articulation. “Th-thanks, Sokka.”

Flicking on the light, the shadows no longer seemed odd, nor did the room feel lonely. There, in the doorway, stood Sokka. He was pretty – something that always took Y/N by surprise even though she saw him every day. Sure, he hadn’t grown into his gangly limbs yet, but he was getting there. His shoulders had gotten broader, his arms larger from training. She couldn’t help but imagine how comfy he’d be to lie against, how warm his hold would be.

“I brought snacks?”

Opening her mouth only to close it again, Y/N felt like a fish thrown mercilessly out of water. Instead, she managed a timid pat on the bed. He was slow to react, slower to move, and she only felt more inadequate. Whatever Zuko thought he saw at the temple was wrong.

“Wow, this bed is soft,” Sokka gasped, bouncing lightly on it like a small child. “It’s like sitting on a cloud!”

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that passed her lips as she took a slice of fruit from the platter he had brought in. For the briefest moment, infinitesimally small, Sokka ceased with his childish antics and just looked. Brightening, he seemed to thrive – delight – in her laughter, continuing to goof about with the numerous pillows and posh looking decor.

“Whoa.”

Y/N looked up at him from her laughing, stomach aching with joy. “What?”

“I didn’t know you could get prettier,” He said, brows furrowed, eyes sparkling.

She turned mute in an instant, feeling that all too familiar flush again, only this time it was close – more intense. Silent, she took another piece of fruit, eating it in moments, anything to give her time. “You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?”

He frowned. “What? No. I’m not- “

“It’s okay if you are!” Y/N insisted, her smile plastered on and her heart aching. “I know you joke about with us all, and it’s just how you are. It’s not a bad thing, and I know you’re just joking and- “

“Y/N,” Sokka said, almost incredulous. “I’m not joking. I have never joked about that kind of thing with you.”

She stopped dead. “What?”

It wasn’t a question – well, not to Sokka at least. That one word was her address to the universe. It was astonishment, frustration, incredulity, sheer joy, so many emotions all wrapped into one simple word. The moments that passed between that word and their locked gaze spoke a thousand more words, sang a hundred more emotions.  

“You didn’t know?”

Her head was empty. “Prettier?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Sokka chuckled weakly, moving the platter to the side.

“Prettier,” Y/N repeated slowly, looking up at him, “As in I was already pretty?”

“Erm, yes?”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Tui and La, yes.”

Oh.

“Okay,” She said, testing the waters, “And you like it when I blush?”

“Yeah, you look cute,” He admitted, sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Looking down, bashful, she recalled training with Zuko. “The word you used was adorable.”

No words came in response to that, only a gentle hand on her cheek. Guiding her face up, Sokka looked at her and saw her. Y/N could see him reaching for words that danced in his mind and away from his grasp, so many more pretty, teasing words he could say. But he wasn’t teasing, not really. He certainly wasn’t when he pressed his lips to hers. It was sweet and easy to melt into; she didn’t need to be shy, not with him.

They shared more sweet kisses, laughing under the moonlight in that fancy bed they got to share. Fruit, a bed, kisses; they shared them all, drifting into an easy sleep as the moon began to slip away into daylight. Basking in the prospect of a lazy morning, they made the most of it.

They weren’t even mad when they found out Zuko rigged the entire thing.

[ailowvyu]

i read through your matchups, and here to request one, with haikyuu please :)

just ask me and then let me me know about what anime do u want to match with, ur gender, your ideal type, your personality, your preference, and your kin.

Im Bisexual, my pronouns are they/she/he

my ideal type would be, someone whos outgoing, and kind, around shy people and like to bring out the best with in them, but also get kinda quiet around bigger personalitys; also someone who would be willing to let me go on a rant/talk about some of my special interests, and even converse with me about it! Like Greek Mythology or Space

I have shoulder-length brownish red 3A Curls, im 5’10, i have hazel eyes, and Im kinda of built like a cereal box ngl, uhm i have pretty muscular thighs if that counts for anything ._.

Ive been told I’m, quiet/shy when people first know me, but I can be really loud/obnoxious once people get to know me, I’m also very observant when it comes to people, so even though I might not understand the emotion someone is going though, I can usually tell that they aren’t ok (if that makes sense) , also I tend to remember small things, like if someone buys a snack, and really likes it ill make a small note, for when they feel down, to get them that snack! y’know. Oh! My personality type is Intp, I don’t know the numbers sorry :(. Im also at times an overthinker :/

My top kins are;

Sugawara (Hq) Reki (Sk8 the infinity) and Hange (Aot)

this is kinda like a side thing; but i feel like i didnt give enough so; like heres my ideal date :)

Match Up ->

Yamaguchi Tadashi :

Yamaguchi, if you like people who are friendly and a little bit shy, it's Yamaguchi. trust him he always shows and gives the best for the people around him. he always tries to give his best. and Yamaguchi will always listen to you if you tell a story, no matter what it's about if you like it he will surely like to hear it too. because hearing you talk with joy will make Yamaguchi feel happy too. You will feel comfortable talking to him because I think he is a good listener. and i can also imagine when you talk about things you like, without you knowing Yamaguchi looks at you so intensely and his lips will smile. (aaa my heart beating so fast while writing this)

and I think Yamaguchi likes your hazel eyes. but surely Yamaguchi will like every part of you. maybe when you first meet you will feel awkward and a little shy. but the longer you know each other, both you and Yamaguchi will open up. You two seem to have no shame in each other, and even if you want to head over heels in front of him, you won't be embarrassed because you're comfortable with him.

and I think Yamaguchi is also an observer like you, so if any of you are not doing well, you guys will definitely have instincts and sensitivity towards one another. so you can discuss the problem together. since you guys are observers, you guys also know how to calm each other down. so you guys will cheer up with what each of you likes (maybe your fav food, fav drink, fav music, quality time, etc.)

and congrats, based on mbti compatibility diagram intp and infp are good match. and also i think Yamaguchi will also like to picnic and and see the stars with you. well i can imagine Yamaguchi is wrong focus, should be looking at the beautiful stars but he prefers to see your face which is more beautiful than the stars. (why does it seem like picnics and stargazing are so much fun? i want it too tho)

yea thats all for requesting. i really hope you enjoy. and i hope you have a great day :D

[aurumacadicus]

If you're still doing the au thing cud I have an au where tony is a librarian any tony pairing or maybe polyvengers if ur OK with that, bonus if they all love his coke bottle glasses

Tony became a librarian mostly to spite Howard. Tony had made a shitty joke about library science (basically an ‘lol “science”’ thing that he eventually comes to feel embarrassed about) and Howard had scoffed and said librarians were useless, overpaid old maids who were only good for shelving items. “Well, guess I’m going into library science,” Tony said, switching his major. And he’s glad he did, because he loves being a librarian! He’s leaned into library chic and started wearing his glasses (his contacts were really annoying anyway) and he has a different sweater for each day. He’s also pretty sure Steve and Bucky are in love with him. “Got you a brownie from the cafe, doll,” Bucky says. “Warm from the oven!” “Oh, well,” Tony begins, and then frowns. “Hey, where’s your shadow?” “I ran over here so you can have a warm brownie,” Bucky admits. “He’s coming with the lattes. Hazelnut, right?” Tony smiles. “You can just ask me out, you know. I do have a life outside of helping you guys find interesting history books for your students’ reading lists.” He gives Bucky a long, slow up-and-down as he gapes back at him. “And no offense, but you guys look like you’d be able to give me a good time.” “Tony,” Bucky gasps, offended. Tony frowns, thinking he’s overstepped, but then Bucky continues, “We want to be sweet too! You’re really fun to talk to!” Tony stares at him, aghast, before finally breaking into giggles. “Why not have both?” he finally asks, and Bucky fist-pumps just as Steve walks up. “What’d I miss?” he asks, handing the iced hazelnut latte to Tony. “Tony’s gonna date us and is excited to be boned!” Bucky tells him cheerfully. “Bucky,” Steve says, scolding. “We’re in a library. Lower your voice. I’m sure no one wants to know about Tony’s personal life.” “We’ve been trying to get him laid since he started working here,” one of the elderly librarians deadpans, and Steve and Bucky are promptly shamed out of the library by the other patrons for how loudly they laughed.

Tony can’t tell what Natasha does at the library. Study Russian? Use the free wi-fi? Scope out possible marks to assassinate? He’s already had to ask her to leave her knives at the front desk twice, although he’s pretty sure the second time was just because she forgot--every time she’s come in since, she’s either brought a couple knives up to him to hold while she uses the library services, or she’s hidden them in her bag. (Or maybe she just hasn’t brought them? Tony had just assumed she always carried them, but maybe she only carries them on Thursdays or something.) “So what’s with the knives?” he finally asks. “I make knives,” she tells him simply. Tony opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, because how are you supposed to respond to that? Finally he just says, “Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten a fear boner.” “It’s not uncommon if you know me,” Natasha says with a shrug, and then pauses, staring at him thoughtfully. “You want me to do something about it? You’re cute so I don’t mind.” “Oh! You don’t mind! That’s flattering,” Tony says, but he’s more amused than hurt. Natasha shrugs again. “I figured I’d shoot my shot. I like you. You’re the nicest librarian here. The others don’t like that I scare off other patrons.” “First of all, Debra is rooting for you,” Tony corrects her, pointing at Debra, who is a tiny lady mostly living more out of spite than actual good health. He’s pretty sure she’s ninety. “She likes seeing men look like they’re about to shit their pants when they run from you. Second of all, maybe other patrons shouldn’t approach you with that mean mugging you do.” “I love her,” Natasha decides, waving at her when she turns to squint at them, as if sensing she’s being watched. Debra beams at her and waves back before returning to spitefully shelving books. “I’m off at four-thirty if you want to go get dinner,” Tony offers. “Although fair warning, I’m also in a relationship with a couple other guys. We’re not exclusive though. Open relationship, you know.” Natasha looks him up and down, and her eyes linger on his thick lenses. “I can take ‘em,” she finally says. “I mean, you probably could, but I just said it’s an open relationship,” Tony says. “Most of my partners like when I threaten people for them,” Natasha explains. “Natasha, I’m so slutty, you could fold me in half in my car right now if I didn’t value my job so much,” Tony scoffs. Natasha looks like he’d punched her in the gut. “Fuck, that’s hot. You can fold me in half too.” “Oh, you do yoga too?” Tony asks cheerfully. So not only do they start dating but they get together to do yoga in the park every Sunday.

Clint comes in for the weekly Sign and Sip. He’s got a service dog named Lucky and he always brings a dozen homemade blueberry croissants to share with the other regulars. Hi, Tony signs slowly. My name's Tony. Clint looks touched, but also a little pained, as he says, “I can hear when I have my aids in.” “Oh,” Tony says, and then, “Is this the sort of moment where I should go home and drown myself?” “No, just embarrassing,” Clint assures him quickly. “Next time ask if someone’s Deaf or Hard of Hearing first. You can say the words and sign at the same time. It’s sorta rude to just assume things.” Tony considers this, then says, “Hmmmmm, no, I think I’ll still drown myself a little when I get home.” “If you really want to punish yourself, after you get off work, you can come help me bake a second batch of croissants,” Clint offers. Tony blinks at him in surprise. “Why? Is it hard?” “Oh honey,” Clint says pityingly. Tony gives up halfway through the croissants and Clint shoos Lucky off the couch so they can sit and practice Signing to each other because Tony is still serious about learning. Then he fucks Tony on the couch. Then he chases Lucky out of the room because they’d both heard a sneeze and they’d turned and realized that Lucky was just sitting beside the couch, staring at them, waiting patiently for a jerky treat.

Bruce and Thor are the cutest couple and Tony absolutely adores them. Thor is obviously smitten with his boyfriend and always volunteers to carry the stacks of books Bruce needs for his research before they sit down to read. And Bruce obviously loves him back, because sometimes he’ll just look up from his book and smile shyly at Thor before he reaches out and grabs his hand. Tony’s heart is full of rainbows whenever he sees it. And they’re always so polite when they ask Tony for help! Tony has had several interesting conversations. Apparently Bruce works in a biology lab and is supporting them while Thor finishes his studying to be a pediatrician. Thor’s so busy with school and figuring out his residency that basically the only time they can find to have dates is when Thor is studying and Bruce is doing some book research. “Oh, am I bothering you guys?” Tony asks in concern. He doesn’t want to horn in on their dates, after all. Thor reaches out to grab his hand as he hurriedly says, “No, not at all!” “We actually wanted to ask you a question,” Bruce adds, then grimaces. “Um, but privately?” “We can go into one of the study rooms,” Tony offers. “So, basically, I want you and Thor to bone,” Bruce admits once the door shuts. Tony blinks at him, stunned. “Oh?” “Sex is something I like maybe once or twice a year, but Thor’s not like me, so we have an... agreement,” Bruce continues. Thor nods when Tony turns to blink at him as well. “As long as Bruce approves of my partner, I’m allowed to find sex outside of our relationship. You’re smart, funny, cute, and if you say no, I get the feeling you’ll still be okay being friends.” “Of course,” Tony answers immediately, and then pauses. “To the friend thing. And maybe the sex thing? I, uh, I’m actually currently a bicycle.” “A bicycle,” Thor repeats, bewildered, while Bruce laughs so hard he snorts. Bruce pats Thor on the shoulder. “It’s Tony’s kind way of saying that he’s currently seeing other people.” “Oh. Well, I don’t see why that should be a problem if no one else does,” Thor muses. “And if you don’t mind taking a test to show you’re clean.” Tony shrugs. “Of course! I’m due for one anyway.” “Also, I like to be present,” Bruce adds. “I’ll probably just sit in the rocking chair and read while it happens, because the actual sex act doesn’t interest me, but I like the intimacy of being present while Thor finds his pleasure.” He pauses, considering, then adds, “And Thor has been known to call my name instead of his current partner’s when he gets into it. I just thought I’d put that out there.” “I’d be flattered for Thor to call me by your name, Bruce,” Tony tells him earnestly, and Bruce beams back at him. “Wait, so what does it mean that you’re currently a bicycle,” Thor asks as they leave the study room. Tony trips in surprise and almost takes a header into the garbage can, so Bruce helpfully replies, “Everyone gets a ride on him, Thor.”

Tony gets sick and has to call out of work for two weeks. Respiratory illnesses always knock him flat, and he’s been coughing so much he’s gagged and thrown up twice. On his third day of whimpering in bed, he hears the door to his apartment open and close. “I hope you’re here to kill me,” he wheezes hopefully. Natasha appears in the door and wrinkles her nose at him. “God, you look awful. No, it’s my shift to look over you.” “Your shift,” Tony repeats, confused. “Yeah, we worked it all out in the group chat so that someone would be here for you at all times, because we don’t want you to be sick and alone,” she replies with a shrug. Tony stares at her, uncomprehending. “The group chat? What group chat?” Natasha opens her mouth, then closes it. “Did I say group chat? I mean I have no idea who else you’re fucking. Haha.” “What?” Tony asks, then coughs, and he forgets all about it, because Natasha is rubbing his back and it’s actually really helpful. “Oh, yeah, we figured out who you were sleeping with and we started the group chat in case someone wanted to plan a romantic night with you so that we wouldn’t make other plans with you,” Clint replies. “I’ll show you if you want.” “You titled the group chat ‘Tappin’ That’ with a peach emoji at the end?” Tony asks, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Clint pouts mulishly. “Don’t look at me like that. I wanted to call it ‘1 peach emoji and infinite eggplants.’” “Actually ‘Tappin’ That’ is absolutely fine now that I think of it.” Clint sticks his tongue out at him, then curls up beside him again. “Anyway, Steve and Bucky are bringing soup so I’ll probably stay for that too because I’m a slut for soup.” “Why don’t you all just move in,” Tony scoffs. “Wouldn’t that be easier?” So they do, and he’s surprised and confused about it, but they all seem to work incredibly well together, so maybe it’s not a bad thing.

[freezeriafan]

Honestly i wish i knew whats going on with emery too. I feel like shes simply just a nasty person with no personal baggage. People like that exist - amii

PEOPLE LIKE THAT EXIST .... and i love that abt her i never want that to change .... But despite that I Just Keep Thinking abt what kind of person a sour nature like that would create...

UGH it's not your fault that i wrote paragraphs musing abt ur oc Emery . I just have a lot of thoughts . I'm like ... a fan. These are my fandom thoughts . IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT .. if u read it tho tell me ur thoughts bc you know emery more than i do obviously . IDK WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT but i say it anyway. Welcome to the shitshow

A lot of the time ppl perform behaviors bc of a root emotional cause but maybe it's reversed w Emery. She's already naturally a c*nt, she's stubborn, she's conceited, she's belligerent, she's inconsolable, she's egotistical; she always thinks she's right and always thinks that everyone is wrong; she refuses to change and learn and grow, and she refuses to believe that other people may be right sometimes and that they have their own valid feelings.

And's that's so funny she's so full of hubris im not advocating that that ever changes ever....I'm not even gonna say how there probably are a lot of things in her upbringing that shaped her nastiness .... bc i dont really care at all of that for her idk...she's not real.... But I do keep thinking abt what a nature like that would do to a person .

She has no close friends bc she drives them off and bc she needs to be better than everyone. She probably just believes that that's how life works; I don't know if she knows what real comradery feels like, what playful fraternizing is.

By nature she never admits fault and always pushes the blame onto someone else; this means that she never has to reconcile with shame or guilt or embarrassment. This creates a person who CAN'T reconcile with those things, she never built a tolerance, no idea how to even begin handling that. If she's always right why would she feel shame? And in the instance that she does something regrettable - If she's always right then why would she do something that causes shame? That's just not in line with her self image at all. Was is someone else's fault, or is she a powerful individual with deliberate volition? If she's always right, how does she address real internal confliction? If she rationalizes it all away at the first hint of self-doubt, then how long can she actually tolerate a healthy amount of shame when it arises?

I think it was brought up before but maybe not that while she's stubborn, she Will change her opinion if it keeps her in the right. So like if she does something unwonted or that would put her in the losing end of the argument, she will change her tune in order to preserve herself. That fluidity is more sustainable and realistic then being one way and always one way, but that two-facedness WILL drive everyone away and will weaken the stability of the hill she's trying to die on.

BUT EVEN WITH THAT FLUIDITY OF VALUES, If she's hellbent on being right all of the time and asserting herself first, then there's never room for honest listening and mindful growth. So she's essentially been climbing through the multitudes of life as one shape. Awful. She must feel like a lobster stuck in its own shell but she wouldn't know enough to know it. She never introspects enough to realize when she changes her opinions and when she doesn't, much less notice when the person she is now just isnt working. Doesn't she get bored of that? Does she ever want something different?

If she did begin to tire of herself, how would she rationalize that? What would it look like?

If she did want something different, would she get it, and then change her tune to match? Where are her limits? Is she just a shifting morph of desires? I mean that's a valid philosophy abt humans, that everything abt us is just the result of desires. But Emery definitely acts like she's solid and that she knows best and that she's reliable, unlike some other snakes in her life, an that incongruity is noticeable.

Even if she's full of self-serving fire by nature, I keep thinking about how she's a mean angry person STILL ... at her age... like she never mellowed out... never stopped putting her fire out there....like it never really got out there. Was never really heard? Never really got to burn? Does she crave vindication? Is there an ounce of something sympathetic in her character? What sort of reverence and attention does she need that she hasn't already bullied her way into getting?

I know she's incredibly self-serving, but has she ever shown herself sensitivity? I don't think she knows what tough love is when it comes to herself. It seems she gives herself everything she wants, all the rights to argue and to stand her ground, but never the softhearted consideration of how she's a multifaceted individual, and never the forgiveness after a healthy amount of self-doubt.

IDK. But I do keep thinking about the idea that the human brain can only put off something for so long. For example people can repress things for a long time or overwork themselves for a long time but there will be a point where their subconscious snaps and demands to be heard . That's when ppl have breakdowns, and they can be out of commission for years; it's an incredibly tough state to be in.

and idk I Keep Thinking abt how Emery cannot be so stubborn and insensitive forever something has GOT to happen at some point. She wouldn't listen to external forces, something inside has got to shift .. she's got to start reconciling with SOMETHING .. she's a grown ass adult she cant play the fool and play the victim forever .. she cant pretend she doesnt know the push and pull of life.... nobody is really THAT dense are they ?

IDK !!! I think I'm just approaching this at the completely wrong angle. She probably gives a little and then just reclimbs the podium to where it had shifted to; she has a superiority complex that really isn't that complex; she doesn't like to share her victories like how Quinn doesn't like to share her prey; she's of a generation; she's not interested in learning new things or changing her ways; she's a c*nt and that's FINE. Ughhhhhhh . She's on her way out anyway . Thanks for the homophobic papa louie oc . Gives me smth to rant abt . THANKS. Bye

[gayregis]

boppinrobin replied to your post: “Question. Part 1. Hi. I like your blog and your analytical analysis of books,”

aauuuughhh tysm for ur analysis as always

thank you for reading and liking it!!

arinasassymessi replied to your post: “Question. Part 1. Hi. I like your blog and your analytical analysis of books,”

Thank you again for your response! I wrote anonymously because I was a little embarrassed by my English, but to be honest, I've been reading your blog for a very long time, and I've always wanted to discuss some topics with you. Thank you, I feel more confident now. First of all, I apologize for the fact that I considered this scene pro-life.

The thing is, I've reread the witcher books countless times (mostly because of Regis, lol). And if in the first times I was so fascinated by the plot and characters that I did not notice any obvious sexist/homophobic moments, then after rereading the books more consciously, I caught very unpleasantly, conservative motives, which Sapkowski is not shy about.

I remember that the first time this scene, even though it caused a bit of misunderstanding, still touched me with its warmth and how Geralt emotionally supported Milva, helping her make a rather difficult decision. And the way Regis was pleased with his actions, smiling at him, awww.

But after studying the books in more detail and the messages that Sapkowski puts in them, it seems to me that I began to see a catch everywhere. At first, I was also delighted to learn about Ciri's relationship with Mistle, wow, progressive author, LGBTQ+ representation! But after seeing this relationship "live," I felt cheated, and since then, I have returned to this scene with Milva.

I thought, oh no, isn't everything here the same as I believed? Most of all, I was afraid of Regis because he is my comfort character, the voice of reason, and a progressive medic. Does Sapkowski put pro-life ideas in his mouth?.. After a couple of discussions with friends, this fear only took root.

However, after reading your in-depth analytical analysis, I agreed with it, looking at the facts in a new way, and was glad that my first guesses and feelings from this scene were close to the truth. Now I can rest in peace, lol.

About "medicament/medicine" and "agent." I have read books in Russian, and now I am rereading "Baptism of Fire" in English to practice. I think the difference between the words "medicament" and "agent" in English is somewhat unclear, and it is impossible to say precisely which of them has a negative connotation.

Both of them sound entirely neutral and normal to me, but again, I'm not a native speaker, correct me if I'm wrong. In Russian, instead of the word "agent," we have the word "snadobye" (the closest translation is 'potion,’ and in Polish, it is 'ziola’). And while "medicament" means only medicine, a remedy, the word "snadobye" can also mean medicine, but has more folk properties (?).

It is brewed from herbs and a synonym to a potion/drug — a poisonous, magical, and forbidden drink, usually attributed to witches and wizards. For me, Geralt's refusal to use the word "medicament" — neutral and scientific-medical — in favor of a word that has a more magical/negative connotation seemed rather strange. But again, this is just my guess.

I consider the Russian translation closer to the Polish one because it belongs to the same language group, but I don't have access to the original to check what words were used there. In any case, I think that since Geralt decided to use one instead of the other, they should differ in some way, but it is not known in favor of which word this works. I also like your version.

I also had a lot of questions about Milva and her actions. She's probably my second favorite character after Regis, and I didn't understand her actions until a certain point. She was not satisfied with a woman's position in her society, so instead of the usual role, she decided to participate in Geralt's journey?

I was also not very clear about their conversation and Geralt's conclusion: "someone else's child for your own, life for life." Why? After all, she could stay in Brokilon and give birth, but if she didn't want a child, she could have an abortion (for example, she rather cruelly compared her child to young wasps that eat caterpillar alive).

Recently, the Russian Witcher community posted a short theory that Milva was in love with Geralt and therefore went after him. Milva's thoughts in Brokilon speak in favor of this — she finds Geralt attractive (although she felt something similar for Cahir when they were waiting for Geralt and Buttercup to be released from prison at night).

*not Buttercup (have no idea what is it), JASKIER

Also, their conversation outside Regis' hut at night, when Milva bitterly remarked that Geralt needed another woman — a scholar, a wise one, a beloved one (Yennefer), desire to get emotional support exactly from Geralt and and insisting on his presence during the miscarriage, her further refusal to marry the baron, and perhaps Sapkowski's sometimes ANNOYING idea that any woman should go crazy in Geralt's company. But again, these are just guesses, and I would be interested to hear your opinion.

I also didn't know that tumblr has a word limit in comments, so my replays look pretty stupid now, lol.

yes!! i also read the books first just for the plot and then went back and later, when my mind was clearer, noticed a lot more of political views in the writing. it’s the fact that a lot of sapkowski’s other takes are shitty (re: feminity, lgbt individuals and relationships), or at least come off as shitty because they are not explicit enough to actually be a progressive opinion, compounded with the fact that the scene with milva is not very clear on exactly what regis is asking geralt, why he is polling them, why geralt is upset, or what they even intend to do. i think also, because the subject is so important and people have very intense opinions about it, it makes you nervous to see it come up in a fictional story, even if the author is promoting a good message - it’s the feeling you described of, “oh no, isn't everything here the same as i believed?” 

and yeah, you’re right, in english i’d say medicament and agent both have neutral connotations, “agent” to me sounds more scientific, somehow? like it would be used in an experiment? i think i have usually heard it more in descriptions of products, like “cleansing agent” in relation to something dealing with chemistry... but then again, i am not a scientist, doctor, beautician, etc...

and about milva - agree, i love her too :D!! these are my personal opinions and takes on her character motivations but:

i think her ‘not being satisfied with a [traditional] woman’s role in society’ extends beyond not being satisfied, it’s being disgusted with it - in tower of the swallow, she describes how she as a teenager experienced sexual assault at the hands of her stepfather, and her mother didn’t do anything (assumedly because of the societal roles involved, and you can (unfortunately) see this occur in real life as well, mothers don’t protect their daughters from the men they stay with). milva beats him to death and runs away, and never goes back to that life. additionally, in baptism of fire, she talks about her name - milva, and why she changed it, and she says that her original name, maria, along with a lot of other “feminine-sounding” names beginning with M (this is at least what i got out of it, they sound like sweet names given to peasant girls), get your ass pinched in taverns (this is my best recollection of the quote). 

it’s clear that she has not only experienced discomfort, but really just blatant violence at the hands of “traditional feminity/women’s societal roles,” and so she goes to rely on only herself at first, hunting in lower sodden, and then finally being ‘adopted’ (kind of) by brokilon and eithne, becoming affiliated with them and working for them and the scoia’tael. this makes sense to me, because of course brokilon is a matriarchy, and the elves are mentioned to raise (and thus, treat) male and female elves the same way.

i won’t rule out that sapkowski intended for milva to have romantic interest in geralt, but i think that even if he did, it wasn’t interesting and i disagree with that direction for her character. my takes continued are that:

re:  "someone else's child for your own, a life for life." in this conversation, she talks to geralt about the differences between “milva” and “maria,” her two identities that seem to be at ends with each other. she didn’t want to stay in brokilon to have the child, because by societal means, she is no longer a “woman�� in the traditional sense - she’s milva, not maria - she kills, she laughs as she pulls out the arrowheads from corpses, etc., like her chosen name, ‘milva,’ she is a red kite, a bird of prey. 

she doesn’t fit the societal expectations of a woman, and was never trained in being a mother (she ran away from home as a teenager, she hasn’t done ‘traditional woman things’ like keep house and cook, raise and deal with children, weave (?) and work in a house since she was 16, and she is older than that now (i’d say she’s at least past her early 20s, because she is described as a “young woman” compared to angouleme’s “very young woman” in lady of the lake, and angouleme is approx. 18-19). but since she doesn’t fit these expectations, how can she expect herself to raise this child? thus, she likely wanted to drop the baby, but since she was raised in a conservative rural society in which women are expected to bear children and not have abortions, she may have felt guilt and shame for wanting to do so. thus, she wanted to follow geralt - although she would have intentionally lost her child, she would have intentionally saved another, absolving her of her guilt. it’s like as regis described to geralt in the middle of the book, about penance and running up debts, this is a large theme of the book - a baptism of fire, fire which not only purifies, but burns (a challenge which absolves one of guilt, but it is painful). 

these are just my takes, i think sapkowski’s intentions were more along the theory that milva had a crush on geralt, but as i said i think that’s just boring and the “easy way out.” he also did that with cahir and ciri, making heterosexual love the motivation for a noble deed, and it’s just like... these characters have so much other depth and serious individual issues, and you want to reduce their motivations to just simply “they were in love”? okay... so yeah i don’t think sapkowski really may have intended any of the above, or if he did, it was to a lesser degree, but this is my interpretation of it.

[erintoknow]

Hear Me Out

fallen hero fanfiction AU with Ariadne and @ratkingkisses‘s Zia Basri 3.3k words of tense dinner conversatio.

also thanks owed to @ratkingkisses for the feedback on this one!

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“Ariadne, sweetheart, a pleasure to see you again.”

“Nemesis.”

“Oh, please, it’s just ‘Zia,’ we’re friends now, after all.”

“Uh-huh…”

It could be midnight, it could be noon. All the window blinds in the bar are closed, the curtains drawn shut. Only the sodium yellow of light of antique lamps keep the place in a dim twilight. That suits you fine. The dark is safe. It’s always in the light where things have gone wrong. Even so… As you shrink into yourself against the thin booth cushion, the thought occurs that you might be pushing your luck by coming here.

Across from you, lounging across the length of her seat, Zia Basri toys with a lollipop between her fingers. She doesn’t look at you – doesn’t need to. “So, darling, what draws you back to me this time? Don’t tell me another errant farmhand lost his way?”

It’s hard not to think about what happened last month. Storming the military base, barely holding yourself together while Zia, no– Nemesis effortlessly wrapped herself around mind after mind, pulling them into whatever shape she wanted. The speed and fluidity with which she worked, her ability to grace over multitudes without being overwhelmed in return…

“I… want your help for something.” You fidget with the hem of your blouse, chew at the inside of your cheek. “But not for a mission.”

A smirk pulls at Zia’s face and she finally turns her head to look at you. “You can just say you want me you know.”

The heat rising up your face. “What? No, no no no no.” You wave your hands in protest. “That’s– that’s the last thing on my mind, Jesus.”

Zia tilts her head back and laughs, slapping her knee. “Darling, should see your face right now.” She takes a breath, still smirking. “Alright, well? What is it?”

You cover your face with your hands, doubling over. There’s no doubt she’s talented but… god, you’re going to regret this aren’t you? “I– I– I want you to teach me, uh–” You hesitate, not sure how to phrase it.

“Teach you?” Zia blinks, her full attention on your now. When you dare to look up, she’s tapping her finger to her chin, thinking. After a moment Zia starts giggling.

“Um…?” You tilt your head. What is she laughing about now?

Zia shakes her head and waves a hand to you. “It’s nothing, just thought of something adorable. You were saying…?”

“You’re uh… really– really good at um,” You tug at your hair, “at uh, manipulating people. Uh– I– I– I mean–” You take a breath. Get a grip, girl. “–Telepathically.” You whisper the word and can feel the embarrassment wash over your face again.

Zia swings her legs around so she’s sitting upright in the booth. She leans in towards you across the table, her expression unreadable. “You want some lessons, is that it sweetheart?” The tender tone of her voice does absolutely nothing to put you at ease.

You bite your lip, grip the edge of your seat so your hands don’t shake. “Y-yeah.”

Zia stares you down, you don’t even last a full thirty seconds before breaking eye contact. You’re about to say something else when she finally answers: “No.”

“Wh-what?”  You blink, risk looking back at her. You had been banking on her curiosity to bring her on board, now what? She’s still leaning in, watching you.

She pops the lollipop in her mouth, twirls it around before talking around it. “I already helped you for nothing once.” She leans back, crosses her legs. “Darling, what do I get out of this?” She takes the lollipop out her mouth, waves it around for emphasis. “Before, helping you meant hurting the Farm. Now?”

“Um–” You watch her expression carefully as you pick your words. “We– we’re, uh, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

There’s a brief flash of surprise in Zia’s eyes, and then it’s gone under a predatory interest as she leans back in. “Are we now?” She taps the lollipop to her lips, thinking. “Well.” You wait for her to continue. “Well! Friends do things together, don’t they?”

You slowly nod you head. Where is she going with this?

“Let’s have dinner then. As… friends. Friday night at the Hilltop. It’ll double as your first lesson.” She offers a hand across to you.

You shake her hand, trying not to let your internal panic show on your face. “S- Sou– sounds fair.”

It’s not until you’re halfway home it occurs to you this ‘friend’ hangout sounds an awful lot like a date.

———

You dither on the street corner outside the Hilltop, tugging at your shawl. Did you dress right? You wanted to look presentable for a restaurant of course, but not… too presentable. But you don’t want her to think you’re not taking this seriously, so you can’t just throw on some sweats and call it a day. Shawl, tunic, undershirt, skirt, leggings… you had even gone with your good shoes, the suede ones with the 1” heel. For confidence. 

Boy, you could use some confidence right now.

You phone chirps and you swing your purse around on your shoulder to dig the damn thing out. Now, which burner phone… oh, there. You pull out the one in the pink case and unlock it.

A text from Zia: ‘waiting inside. ur late’

You close your eyes and tilt your head back. You’d been waiting outside for her and she’s been in the damn place the whole time? Of course. Maybe… maybe you should have poked your head in first, just to check. Great start, chickadee!

Inside, you push pass the waiter at the podium. Let his gaze slide off you as you pull your shawl closed against the cold blast of the AC. Scanning the crowd of heads you feel something tap your shoulder and turn to see Zia alone at a back corner table. She raises a hand, an amused glint in her eyes.

To you relief Zia doesn’t seem to have dressed for tonight any differently than usual. Which is to say: extravagantly. A long black dress with fancy drooping sleeves, each wrist jingling with gold and silver bangles. 

You slip through the crowd to sit across from her, putting your purse down next to you on the booth seat. “Sorry, sorry, I was waiting outside.”

“I know.”

“Oh.”

She smiles at you, on anyone else it would look innocent. “Oh don’t look like that, my dear little handmaiden.” Technically you’re taller than her, but boy does it never feel like it.

You glance nervously around you. “Okay, first of all we’re in public–”

Zia dismisses it with a hand wave, “Oh no one here will even notice.”

“–Second of all, handmaiden?”

“Adrestia, goddess of equilibrium and just revolt, is handmaiden to Nemesis, goddess of divine retribution. It’s rather fitting, don’t you think?”

You purse your lips in a tight frown. “No.”

“You don’t think? That’s a shame Ariadne, you really ought to try it sometime.”

You open your mouth to say something. Then think better of it.

Zia laughs. “You ought to relax a little.” 

You choke. “Relax?”

“Your first lesson.” She slides a menu over to you. “You like metaphors, right dear?”

You eye her, where is she going with this? “…it’s been known to happen.”

“What happens when it rains?”

You blink at her. “When it rains?”

“Water falling from the sky, you’re familiar with the idea?”

“Yes, I am familiar with the concept of rain.” You huff and hide your frown behind the menu.

“You–” She points at you with her own menu, “are the rain, and your… target is the ground.”

You make a face. “What does that even mean?”

“Darling, what happens if you blast the ground with a fire house?”

“Um… you make a big wet mess?”

Zia titters, “Oh my, we are in public sweetheart.”

“Huh? O-oh.” You face goes beet read and you sink into your seat. Of course Zia would take it there.

“But sure, dear. Blast the ground and you get a… sticky mess. But let the rain go long enough… saturate the earth,” She flashes teeth at you in a grin. “And you can rip off entire mountain sides.”

You’re trying to work out what exactly that even means when the waiter, a young woman with her hair pulled back in a ponytail steps up to your table. The interaction is brief and somehow you manage to get through ordering an item without embarrassing yourself, always a victory. Zia doesn’t stop grinning at you the entire time. A smug upturn at the corners of the mouth.

When the waitress finally turns to leave you shoot Zia an inquisitive glare. What is she up to? It’s a risk to do around someone as… persistent as Zia, but you let your mental shield drop slightly. The in-rush of chattering noise makes you wince. So many people, how to sort through everyone? 

There’s that phantom nudge again. “What are you doing?”

Zia spreads her hands wide. “Me? Doing something, darling? If I tell you, it’s not much of a lesson, is it?”

You narrow your eyes. “That’s… that’s not how that works?” That does it though, like grabbing mud with your bare hands. Previously, when you worked together, you’d always conceived of Zia’s telepathic presence as the fraying ends of a rope, twisting and twining every which way. Now it seems more ephemeral than that, trails of thought dissipate if you try to hold on to any singular one too closely, only to reform when you shift focus. A mental mirage?

Zia rests her chin in her hands, elbows propped up on the table. “Figured it out yet?”

“So you are doing something then.”

“A girl doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“S-spare me.” You close your eyes to better focus. Find Zia again, don’t bother trying to read what she’s thinking. Focus on the direction. Who not what. Follow it down to–

Zia sighs, “Time’s up.” She leans back, watching your face.

There’s a crash of glass and people shouting and you jerk your head towards the source of the noise. One of the waiters has spilled a tray of drinks across a table, onto the floor, onto a pair of men sitting together at a table. You wince in sympathy.

Shaking her head, Zia drums her fingers on the table. “Daydreaming on the job.” She tsks. “Shameful, isn’t it, Ariadne?”

“You did that.”

Zia puts a hand to her chest. “Me? Why would I do something like that?”

“Is this why you wanted to go somewhere public? So you could mess with people?”

The return of the waitress cuts off the conversation with your drinks, Zia smiles politely as she takes her wine glass. You nervously clutch your soda in both hands.

Zia lifts her glass to you, pinky finger outstretched. “Oh Ariadne, sweetheart, I don’t intend to spend tonight messing with a bunch of random strangers. Give me some credit.” You frown at the expression on her face. You’ll do no such thing. “I  intend to spend tonight messing with you.”

You fidget in your seat. Really, you should have known. She had no intention of actually helping you. There’s no promise of revenge to keep her focused on a goal this time. This is all just a big game to her. Well. That simplifies things actually. You shift to the edge of the booth chair, making ready to leave.

Zia’s amusement turns into worried frown. “Where are you going?”

You lift your hand to give her the finger but chicken out and turn it into a wave goodbye instead. “I’m going home, this– this is just going to be a waste of our time.”

“You’re leaving?” Zia blinks. “You can’t leave, dinner isn’t over yet.”

Brace yourself. This could go from bad to terrible in seconds. “I’m not your toy Zia, and neither is anyone else here. So– so– so yeah, I’m going.” You move to push yourself up but– you arm doesn’t comply, legs stay bent, you still sitting. How–? When did she–? When you let your guard down focusing on the thrum of thoughts around you. Fuck. Now that you know to look for it you can feel a low pressure headache, some other presence weighing you down. Metaphorically? Literally? Both? The more you try to stand up, the heavier you feel.

“I said we aren’t done yet.” Zia’s mouth is a grim slash. “You leave now and I’ll do more than cause a few embarrassing accidents.” You can practically see it now, in your head. The coil of Zia’s control spread out to every person in the building. Latent, waiting for the puppet master to start the show.

You can feel the tension in your shoulders, neck. Swallow the lump in your throat. How do you untangle this? You open your mouth. Good you can at least still speak. “W-why are you doing this Zia?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? You asked for my help. So that’s what I’ll do for you, my dear handmaiden.” She takes a sip from her wine glass. “You do so like to play the starry-eyed ingenue, all meek and innocent, but you don’t fool me Ariadne Becker.”

“Is that so.”

“Because you keep coming back to me. Because you pulled the trigger.”

You flinch. “You pulled that trigger, not me.”

Zia wags a finger at you with her free hand. “We both did. More than that, it was your operation. Your plan. I was more… moral support.” Another sip from her wine glass, to hide her smile. “All I did was… give you a push at the end.”

You grip at your legs, dig fingernails through the fabric and into your skin. You glance around you. You can’t sense any off reactions, no one surreptitiously dialing the police to report a pair of lesbians discussing murder. You can still remember his face, the shape of his thoughts dwindling out like a dying candle.

“He deserved to die.” Zia drums her fingers on the table, nails painted a grey-black like tombstones. “I’m glad he’s dead. You are too, admit it.”

“I–” You falter. The truth is, you are glad he’s dead. Even if it hasn’t stopped a single nightmare, the world is a better place without him. That’s a conviction you can’t shake, no matter how much it makes your gut twist.

Zia’s expression turns incredibly smug. “See? Together we dealt justice that night. You should be proud of yourself. This self-flagellation act, sweetheart… who are you trying to fool? Stop denying who you are.”

“Th– th– that’s not the kind of person I want to be.”

She tuts, “Self-delusion it is then.”

“Uh– Excuse me.” Both of you jerk your heads towards the waitress holding a pair of plates. “Which of you is the hamburger?”

You sheepishly raise your hand. The plate is quickly shoved in front of you, while Zia’s bowl of pasta is dropped before her. The waitress makes herself scarce without even asking if there’s anything else either of you need. You can’t fault her for that.

“Terrible service, wouldn’t you say?” Zia toys with the fork in her hand. “Maybe I’ll trip her up next.”

“Zia, I don’t want your help anymore. This whole idea was a mistake.”

“Ari, Ari, Ari. Stop whining.” Zia rolls her eyes. “And stop denying yourself like this, it’s sad. How can you expect to get what you want from other people if you don’t acknowledge it to yourself first?”

You glare at her, try to take refuge in anger from the anxiety gnawing at your stomach. “And just what do you think I’m denying myself?”

“Well, me, for starters.” Zia smiles innocently at you. “I’ve heard your thoughts, seen those looks. And of course, you keep coming back.”

“Just because–” You want to bury your head in your hands. “I don’t want to– to have sex with you Zia. Jesus Christ.”

“Of course you do, everyone does.” She fans herself, “It’s nice to have the hard work I put into looking this good be appreciated.”

“Don’t you have any friends.”

Zia arches her eyebrows. “Well, there’s you of course.”

“If– if we’re friends then let me leave right now and don’t harm anyone else.”

“Oh please, I’m not going to seriously hurt anyone, give me some credit sweetheart.”

You take a breath, steeling yourself as you force yourself to stare her down. “Then prove it.”

The silence stretches between you. It seems absurd that no one else has noticed anything that’s gone between you two. Everyone wrapped up in their own lives. Not that you’re complaining. You dig your nails into your leg, let the sting of pain distract from the anxiety of holding Zia’s gaze.

After what feels like hours Zia turns her head, looking like she’s just swallowed something bitter. “Fine. Go. See if I care. –In fact, I don’t care.”

You try to stand up and find no weight pushing you back down. For a moment you debate getting your dinner packed up to go, but no, it’s fine, you’re not hungry. Just drop down a twenty on the table to cover your half. “Good night, Zia.”

You turn your back on her, careful to walk not run, and flee the building before she can reconsider. You can feel her eyes on your back until you’ve walked several blocks away.

———

You haven’t seen or heard from Zia since the fiasco at the Hilltop. Mercifully you haven’t heard about anything disastrous happening after you left, so either Zia kept her word or she covered her tracks. You’re trying not to let it bother you. Hence today’s visit to the dog park (You absolutely refuse to call it the Boneyard). You’d never want one for yourself, but there’s still something relaxing about a gaggle of dogs.

“Ariadne.”

You’re yanked back to reality with a heart burst of panic. You’d explicitly propped yourself under a tree away from the main paths to avoid running into anyone. You tense as you look up, scramble to your feet and get ready for trouble. It’s Zia. Zia’s standing in front of you.

“Basri,” you start with her name, that’s a safe enough topic. “It’s– it’s been awhile.” You brace yourself for the customary pressure of Zia’s curiosity prodding at your mind, but it doesn’t come. Huh.

“Enjoying the park, darling?” Zia turns to look at the pair of dogs chasing one another through the greenery down the hill. “You shouldn’t zone out like that. Dangerous. Could get hurt.”

You side-eye her, did she come here to threaten you? “Be a real pity if I ended up dead, huh?”

Zia actually flinches at that. “I don’t want you dead.”

“I’m ‘too interesting’ huh?” You cross your arms, still not turning to face her. Watch the dogs roll in the field, their humans further back watching too.

There’s silence and then, “I want your help with a heist.”

You frown, cross your arms. “Why? And why would I do that?”

“You’ve a talent for pathfinding, dear. And it’s the mayor we’re robbing.” As she speaks her customary sing-song confidence slowly filters back in. “I’m sure there’s plenty there my handmaiden would find interesting…?”

You let her hang while you think. Is this really worth the risk? It’s not like Zia’s had some magical change of heart. You wouldn’t trust it if she did, anyway. But she does seem… different today. More subdued? Less intense anyway. Unless this is another act to manipulate you.

“It will also be a… more appropriate venue for training.”

You bite your lip. Fuck it. One more chance, one more window to jump. You turn to face her, and gesture down to the path. “Walk with me?” You turn and go without waiting for a response. “And keep talking. I’ll consider it.”

Zia follows after you, speeding up so she can pull alongside. “Glad to have you on board, sweetheart.”

“I’m just hearing you out Zia, that’s all.”

“You know Ari,” You know that tone of voice; you brace yourself, “As the Nemesis to your Adrestia, you really ought to call me mistress.”

The absurdity of it almost gets you to laugh. “Absolutely not.”

[lgbt-i-guess]

1-170 for those honest asks

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?

idk 5′5″?

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)

snaek

3: Do you have a favourite clothing style?

I rly like darker clothes

4: What was your favourite video game growing up?

alien vs predator

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:

bf

my friend Caitlin

kai

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

emotionally unavailable for a while

7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]?

u didn't insert the thing

8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]

phlegmatic

9: Are you ticklish?

very

10: Are you allergic to anything?

not anymore

11: What’s your sexuality?

atm I'm going for gay ace

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?

cocoa

13: Are you a cat or dog person?

cat

14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?

vampire honestly

15: Do you have a favourite Youtuber?

callmekevin, graystillplays, or rtgames

16: How tall are you?

5′1″

17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?

like legally? either spencer cade or kai

18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

idk? i think abt 57kg

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

yes

20: Do you like space or the ocean more?

spaece

21: Are you religious?

not rly

22: Pet peeves?

leaving the door open when ive asked to close it

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?

nocturnal

24: Favorite constellation?

orion

25: Favorite star?

idk

26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?

not rly?

27: Any phobias or fears?

bugs that fly

28: Do you think global warming is real?

yeah

29: Do you believe in reincarnation?

yeah

30: Favorite movie?

idk rn

31: Do you get scared easily?

kinda

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?

47 if u consider every animal thats lived in the house

33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]

5/10 ig ur anonymous

34: What is a colour that calms you?

blue

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?

i wanna see mountains

36: Where were you born?

england

37: What is your eye colour?

blue

38: Introvert or extrovert?

introvert but also i have no shame

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

yeah

40: Hugs or kisses?

both is good

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?

bf

42: Who is someone you love deeply?

bf

43: Any piercings you want?

ears

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?

I DO

45: Do you smoke or have you ever done so?

i have not but my mum did

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!

aaaaaaaaaaaa okay so

ive mostly been able to ignore this crush bc we dont talk much but hes so good im love him and idk what to say s o

47: What is a sound you really hate?

scrapping

48: A sound you really love?

bf laugh

49: Can you do a backflip?

i can not

50: Can you do the splits?

i can not

51: Favorite actor and/or actress?

tom holland

52: Favorite movie?

idk is this a repeat question

53: How are you feeling right now?

hungy

54: What colour would you like your hair to be right now?

blue. bright blue.

55: When did you feel happiest?

idk i think when my bfs and i started dating

56: Something that calms you down?

hugs

57: Have any mental conditons? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

yeah i have:

- depression

- autism

- adhd

58: What does your URL mean?

well i was remaking my blogs after the age purge and i was making the discourse one and went “okay what is this about” and thought “idk lgbt i guess”

59: What three words describe you the most?

idk

60: Do you believe in evolution?

yeah

61: What makes you unfollow a blog?

not much

62: What makes you follow a blog?

interesting

63: Favorite kind of person:

idk

64: Favorite animal(s):

canine

65: Name three of your favourite blogs.

@shutthefuckup-terfs @official-cisphobe @purgatorian-princess

66: Favorite emoticon:

idk

67: Favorite meme:

idk

68: What is your MBTI personality type?

idk

69: What is your star sign?

aquarius

70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?

she can if its my brother asking

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?

i have one outfit

72: Post a selfie or two?

im p sure i already have

73: Do you have platform shoes?

no

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?

idk

75: Can you do a front flip?

i can not

76: Do you like birds?

i do

77: Do you like to swim?

i do

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun for you?

swimming

79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

trump

80: Something you wish did exist:

dragon

81: Piercings you have?

i did have my ears pierced but they healed

82: Something you really enjoy doing:

reading

83: Favorite person to talk to:

bf

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

it was rly nice

85: How many followers do you have?

232

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

i cant run ten metres

87: Do your socks always match?

sometimes

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

i cant stand w my legs straight

89: What are your birthstones?

amethyst

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?

idk

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?

blac

92: A store you hate?

m&s

its nice but the sound is bad

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?

i dont

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?

fly

95: Do you like to wear camo?

yes

96: Winter or summer?

winter

97: How long can you hold your breath for?

10secs

98: Least favourite person?

family

99: Someone you look up to:

idk

100: A store you love?

euro pizza

101: Favorite type of shoes

slippers

102: Where do you live?

northumberland

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?

no

104: What is your favourite mineral or gem?

quartz

105: Do you drink milk?

i do im a milkdrinker

106: Do you like bugs?

no theyre demons

107: Do you like spiders?

no

108: Something you get paranoid about?

being watched

109: Can you draw:

kinda

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?

idk

111: A question you hate being asked?

idk

112: Ever been bitten by a spider?

no

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?

yesss

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?

cloudy

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:

bf

116: Favorite cloud type:

idk

117: What colour do you wish the sky was?

purpura

118: Do you have freckles?

i do not

119: Favorite thing about a person:

idk

120: Fruits or vegetables?

fruit

121: Something you want to do right now:

idk

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?

ocean

123: Sweet or sour foods?

sweet

124: Bright or dim lights?

dim

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?

idk

126: Something you hate about Tumblr:

bigots

127: Something you love about Tumblr:

art

128: What do you think about the least?

idk

129: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

“bastard at heart”

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?

brother

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?

clingyness

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?

sometimes

133: Computer or TV?

computer

134: Do you like roller coasters?

no

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?

no

136: Are your ears lobed or attached?

attached

137: Do you believe in karma?

yeah

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?

5

139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

idk

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?

yeah

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?

yeah

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence on others?

idk

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

idk

144: What makes you angry

disrespect

145: How many languages do you speak fluently?

1

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?

boys + boy nbsz

147: Are you androgynous?

yeah

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:

idk

149: Favorite thing about your personality:

idk

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.

bf

other bf

idk

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?

idk

152: Do you like BuzzFeed?

unsolved yeah

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have  one.]

i joined a discord server

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?

kinda

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?

yeah

156: What embarrasses you?

why would i tell u

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

idk

158: Biggest lie you have ever told:

idk

159: How many people are you following?

1215

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?

3343

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?

1

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?

2272

163: Last time you cried and why:

idk

164: Do you have long or short hair?

short

165: Longest your hair has ever been:

waist

166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religion?

for the most part its dislike when it comes to organised religion but if its just personal its fine

167: Do you really care how the universe and world were created?

kinda

168: Do you like to wear makeup?

sometimes

169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?

nope

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

yeah

[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 3]

I have to warn you all that this chapter has a rape scene in it. It’s completely ridiculous, and I really don’t know if that makes it better or worse. Proceed with caution.

Recap: Edward gave into tempation and tried putting the moves on Tiaa. She went along with it at first, but then pushed him away because they were in public and Edward already has a girlfriend. Edward seems to think Tiaa is a vampire, even though she doesn’t appear to be and his thinking she is doesn’t really make sense. 

Chapter 1 Previous chapter

AN - hi guys hope u like this one im quite proud of it! 

That’s a bit worrying.

thanx for the suport from my frends love u girls!glad u like it! oh an VINCENT ur so dumb of course tiaa didnt go to math in only her bra shes not a total ditz! 

Hey, you never said she put her shirt back on! Actually, you also described Edward ripping it off her, and we know it’s made out of fishnet, so… I kinda doubt she still has a shirt left to put back on.

one more time...DONT READ IF U DNT LIKE IT!

I can’t imagine not liking this story. I’m being serious. It’s a masterwork. It’s right up there with “My Immortal” in my eyes.

NO frickin flames what is the POINT of flamin ppl there is NO POINT so f off!

I think the point is to annoy the author. Which appears to be working.

Capter 3 – uncle larry

Wow! Really looking forward to the capter!

I sa t alone watching tv at dave and maries house. I couldnt stop thinking about my encounter with Ewdard Cullen earlier that day. He was so beuatifull and sexoy with such amazing hair and eyes I could hardly believe he had notice someone like me! 

Just me or is she a tad fixated on his hair?

Also… Tiaa isn’t the sort of girl who blends in, and she knows it. She’s aware that she’s pretty and she’s used to getting attention — both positive and negative — because of her looks. She’s also loud (she yelled at Edward when he bumped into her), and she dresses in a manner that… well, let’s just say most small-town high school students don’t dress like Tiaa. This girl isn’t ordinary and she’s well aware of it. Why the false modesty?

But I was angry at how he had made me feel, how I'd burnt like crimson hot flame wean he touched me and how he'd not listened to me when id' told him to fring off, and how he dared to touch me at all when he had a GF anyways, even if she was a mean girl with an ugly heart and not that hawt. 

Not only has she not met Bella yet, she hasn’t heard anyone talk about Bella either, so I don’t know how she came to the “she’s a mean girl with an ugly heart” conclusion.

But nomatter how much I try to hate him, I simply couldn't. Suddenly the phone range

"hello "

"hey, is that altantiana?"

"yah who is this?" I aksed.

"its Mike nooton from your class! 

She hasn’t met Mike yet either, unless that happened in the deleted scenes or something. I guess, if he called her house phone, that he could have got Dave and Marie’s number out of the school directory… but this seems a little weird if they’ve literally never met.

I was wondering if your wanted to go to La Plush with me too morrow night maybe? 

To clarify, he is talking about a beach. He means La Push. Stuffed animals are probably not involved.

Theres a party on the beech with whole crowd of us going and I thought you seemed relay nice so I thought maybe youd want to me my date please? -

I can maybe buy that a high school boy is desperate enough to ask a random pretty girl to a party with him in the hopes that maybe it’ll kindle some sort of romance, but this is a really bad way to go about it. Asking out a girl you’ve never met is… not the best plan. Why not just frame it as inviting her along because she’s a new student and it would be a good opportunity for her to hang out and make friends? You don’t have to be explicit about your crush before you’ve even had a conversation with her.

Also I think Mike is already dating Bella’s friend Jessica, but fuck her, I guess.

"arent you the guy who hangs out with all the pathetic chearleaders and stuff?" I asked

"you mean bella and jessica's gang? 

I’m gonna wait a bit to talk about how weird it is that Bella is hanging with a “gang” of cheerleaders, but like… why does Tiaa know Mike hangs out with them? Again, this is their first conversation, and (as far as we know) the first time she’s even heard of him.

Sometimes I guess but theyr'e way shallow and not as hot as you. 

He’s maybe undermining his own point there.

And they can be mean sometimes.-"

So… like anyone, then?

"then why do hang out white them then you shallow CREEP!and why are you askin me out when you harely no me mike! Cos u think im' hot? Why cant you see your just as shallow if you want to date someone just cost of what they look like - I'm not THAT pretty anyways! 

Oh, Tiaa, you and I were on the same page until you pulled the fake modesty card. Besides, isn’t this a bit of an overreaction? He asked you to hang out with him at the beach, it’s not like he’s proposing marriage or anything.

And even if i was, I'm SO screwed up in the bran you cant even imagine! u would no want to date me if you new how screwed up I was!"

What exactly does she mean by “screwed up in the brain bran”? Like, are we talking legitimate mental illness, or is this just teenage angsting? And, in either case, what exactly is her problem that makes her undateable? This is about the vaguest possible rejection, and I don’t know if she’s implying something is actually wrong with her or that she’s just Not Like Other Girls.

"I would, tia, beleive me I would! Your so beautiful you cant even imagine. Your so pretty people lose there minds when your around and forget there names and forget to brethe! 

That’s your only reason? She’s pretty? Weren’t you saying something about cheerleaders being shallow a minute or two ago?

How can't you have noticed that? 

Decent point, actually. If your character is dropping jaws and turning heads with her beauty, either she’s aware she’s beautiful or there’s a reason she doesn’t realize. Like… maybe Tiaa thinks the people staring at her are doing so because of how she dresses, not because they think she’s pretty. Tiaa has actually seemed pretty aware of her effect on others throughout, though, so unless she’s just playing modest around Mike for some reason this scene doesn’t make any sense.

And I don't CARE how screwed up you are! It only maked you more interesting! 

He’s not even gonna ask for clarification on that?

Your cool and different and you are honest about stuff! you are right to be angry with me. I'm sorry for benign shallow and dumb just give me a chance to show you how much I care, please? "

The argument he’s making would probably be way more convincing if this wasn’t, you know, their first conversation ever.

"well...ok maybe ill go along if I dont have anything else to do" i said, not believing a word he said about how pretty i was.

Oh, come on.

"thank you altantiana thank you so much!" he sounded so happy I couldnt help but smile as I put the phone down but my smile faded as I return to my thoughts. Mike Nooton was kinda cute and seemed like an ok guy but he was nothing next to Ewdard Cullen. 

Yeah, I guess when compared to the weird dude who tried to fuck you in a locker room and threw a shirt at your head Mike really isn’t worth a second thought.

Even though I was anger with edward than I have ever been with anyone in my life and part of me wanted to chop his head off with a sore, a part of my soul would all ways remain in that coridoor where we had kissed so hard and passionably. 

My mistake, they were in a hallway, not a locker room. Not sure if that’s better or worse, but, depending on how busy that hallway normally is, it’s probably worse.

I creamed myself. 

Didn’t need to know that.

My heart had soared that day like never before, and i new that no one else would ever make me feel like that again, then I thought how he was a cheater and a bastard and my face burnt with shame. I couldn't beleive I had behaved like such a hore. 

I mean… she didn’t, really. She went along with his advances up to a point, and it doesn’t really show good judgement on her part, but he was the one acting like a “hore” in this situation. Putting the moves on a random girl in a public space when you’ve already got a girlfriend? Keep it classy, dude.

I was scared of the affect he had on me.

Effect. “Affect” is a verb. Nice sentence otherwise.

(Okay, if you’re a grammar pedant, “affect” isn’t always a verb… it can also be a noun, when we’re talking in a psychology context, which Tiaa isn’t.)

"bye tiaa! We'll be back on Thursday ok?" mari put her head rind the door suddenly

"Ok then, have fun" I wispered clammily..dave and marie where visiting relatives for a few day.

Convenient. Two less characters for the author to have to deal with.

Wait, no, oh my god, I just remembered what happens in this chapter.

"you look so pretty" she says, smiling -your the prettiest gril i've ever seen!”

I… okay, that’s some natural dialogue.

"omg whatever" I reply. I hated it wen people say that. 

Come on, girl, it’s just a compliment! Not like she’s hitting on you! At least I hope not.

I pulled my blond hair over my face. I was wearin a short hot pink dress cut low with black lace frills at the bottom and black lace stocking.

I kind of like that Tiaa is a goth girl who likes bright pink. There are plenty of real-life goth girls like that, but you pretty much never see them in fanfiction.

"daves brother larry will be looking after you wile where gone you'll be ok when where gone wont you tiaa? I hate to leaven you alone like this!"

You know “leaven” is what you do to bread to make it rise, right?

"i don't need a freakin babysiter u no!" i was so embarasing, I could look after myself!

Freudian slip? I mean, she is pretty embarrassing.

Marie smiles and leaves the house.

Marie doesn’t give a fuck, it seems.

"greeting a;latnaniana my names uncle larry" said uncle larry, he came in threw the door he was fat and bald with tiny black eyes and a red face

You know he’s a bad guy because he’s ugly. That’s how it works!

"Hey - i said

"your the orphan arent you" he says "is it true you kiled your mother when she gave birth to you?”

Nice to meet you too, Uncle Larry.

"Wat!" I cry, my eyes filling with tears

"your an evil bich arent u? Go outsite and wash my car" he shouts angerly

I’ve just thought of a fun game. There are five more chapters left. Let’s all place bets on which chapter Uncle Larry will get horribly murdered in.

I stood up and left to wash his car. I got soap and a bucket, afraid of what he would do if I refuzed. I went outside and started to wash hush car it was a red porche. He came outside and wached me and I new he was waching me! 

I know the implication is he’s watching her in a pervy way, but if I was making someone wash my car and I didn’t particularly like them I’d keep an eye on them too.

After a minite he came over and hit me hard across the face

"wft!" i shouted

What Fuck The?

He poored the bucket of water all over me and hit me again,. I was wet and crying and he started to rip my dress and bra of me and rip my clothes. He touched my naked breats and I try to push him off me I screamed at him to stop but he did'nt. He bent me over the bonet of his car and spanked me on the ass for half an hour then he pulled my panties down and started to rape me!

I really don’t want to be laughing at a rape scene, because rape is one of those things that’s just inherently unfunny, but… this is testing me. I mean, an entire half hour of spanking? The dramatic announcement that he began raping her after he forcibly stripped her naked and spanked her for thirty minutes, as if this is a surprise? The fact that all of this is happening in plain view of any neighbors Dave and Marie might have? Good lord. I truly do not know how to react.

I also have to wonder why Tiaa makes little attempt to fight back here. It’s pretty reasonable to freeze up when you’re violently attacked, but Tiaa has proven that she’s both capable and willing to fight off anyone she perceives as a threat (kung fu babie!) previously in the story. Is Uncle Larry too physically powerful for her to win against? We don’t really know how big he is compared to her, and Tiaa has been described as strong and fast previously. Both of them are unarmed, and, if there are neighbors, the noise should alert someone to what’s going on (Tiaa has been shouting/screaming throughout). Why is he getting away with all this? Oh, right, plot reasons.

"stop raping me!" I cry but he didnt stop! 

Shocker.

The pain was terrible even tough his manhood was small. 

Didn’t need to know about his dick, thanks!

I cryed and cryed but he didnt stop for hours and when he finally stopped he left me on the floor and spat in my face and left me there. 

Wait… hours? This guy has impressive stamina.

I pulled on my clothes and cryed madly and ran off into the seething darkness of the midnight street. I ran and ran un till I came to some woods and then I fell down in the woods and cryed.

“Seething darkness of the midnight street” is a pretty good phrase, actually. I mean, super cheesy and doesn’t really mean anything, but if this was lyrics some alt-rock band wrote I’d accept it.

Suddenly a blast of white light exploded in head and my mark on my hand burned like a flame. I closed my eyes and saw the face of a tall white man looking over me with no expression, his eyes were burning red and his face glimmered cold and bright as the moon,. 

It was… VLODEMONT AND DA DETH DEALERS!

I fell back from the brightness of his body, his hair was dark as night,.

It was… VOLSEMORT IN A WIG AND DA DEATH DEELRS!

"atlantiana?" he whisperd in a voice softer than clouds -my daughter?-

Well, we all saw that one coming a mile off.

"omg" I whisperd as my mind went blank and the world went dark.

I hope she whispered the acronym instead of saying “oh my god.” Her dad will be totally confused! Old people don’t know how acronyms work!

Next chapter

[lizacstuff]

6x11 Spoilery Anon Asks

My intention was to shy away from talking about 6x11 spoilers, however there are so many upset people in my ask box, and since I did not walk away from the episode upset in the slightest I feel compelled to answer. 

Beware spoilers under the cut

Did you like the episode?

Yes. It’s so much better than 6.10. It’s not my favorite by any means, but I found it entertaining and not rage-inducing.  The “lesson” that Emma had to learn in this one was a heckuva lot more relevant and meaningful than in the last episode. This episode was about her realizing that she is not welded to her fate and she can make her own destiny (just like The Ugly Duckling did when he became a swan, which is referenced in the story multip-times and is how she choose her name.)  

That, to me, made all the sense in the world when it comes to Emma’s journey in 6a. She needed to remember she could punch back! Make her own way. I liked that. I really liked her back-story with baby!Emma and the way she choose her name, it’s the kind of backstory that Emma fans always say they are clamoring for, I thought this ep really focused on her personally.

Not as much CS as I would have liked, but the Emma was good, and there’s nice Captain Charming scenes.

Hey Liza, since you’ve seen the episode, I’d love to get your opinion on it overall. Also how was the panel, and what was ur takeaway about CS for the 2nd half? (Also I knew people would be angry about au!hook regardless, but at this point i don’t really care about it much cause i’d already moved past it when we got spoilers. And I’ve kinda reached a point where i just don’t want to be angry at the show anymore) (also i noticed there wasn’t much mention of regina in the panel lol thankfully)

If you’re over being angry about the show, then I don’t think this episode will upset you.  It’s entertaining, and honestly I think that’s what they were going for in this wish AU.  Emma makes it crystal clear that it’s not real and then when Regina is talking (to Robin I think) she references that this place is Emma’s wish, but not really her wish.  So in the narrative I don’t think they’re trying to make a larger statement about any character. It’s all just a farce they were plunged into. Look at it like that, and it’s not upsetting. 

I came away feeling super pumped about CS in the second half. It felt like they were pleased with themselves when talking about CS. You know like they were being coy because they knew all sorts of thing that are coming down the pike. Honestly. 

Please tell me Emma and Queen Queen split up for awhile at some point in the wish realm.

Oh, yes, they do. Will it help if I tell you that I think those fans of Emma/Regina will HATE this episode? Emma and Regina both have their own agendas in this ep. Regina is focused on Robin, and Emma is focused on going home. In fact Emma and Regina go to find August so he can help them get home via Enchanted wood and Regina sneaks off and leaves Emma a note that basically says “go home without me, I need to find Robin” Emma doesn’t blink and continues to work the problem of going home. BWAH!  

When they do get home Emma lands in the woods near Storybrooke, then Regina lands. When Robin doesn’t immediately appear, they assume Robin isn’t going to be able to make it from the WISHAU.  Regina is obviously upset and tells Emma to go, she wants to be alone, and Emma jets without even a look back.  

Then in the final standoff, Emma’s battle with Gideon, it’s Hook, Henry and David who are in her corner, it’s about their reactions and when she defeats him they are the ones she hugs. Regina and Robin arrive, but Regina is all about Robin. 

Liza, could you please put the “sort of live together” line in context for me? Because to me it sounds like Emma is embarrassed of Killian or like she’s downplaying their relationship, and I really hope that isn’t the case :

There was absolutely NO feeling that Emma was downplaying her connection to Hook or was embarrassed of him at all!  Nonsense! That line didn’t even hit me like that at all. In fact, I took it as the “we” that was “sort of,” not the living together.  She was trying to explain her connection to this person (old hook) standing in front of them to August, why she knew this crazy character, and referring to Old Hook saying “we sort of live together” meaning I live with a very different version of this guy.  The “we” is sort of, because this is not her version of Hook. They are not the exact same person. Get it? I swear people invent stuff to get upset over.

So from what I gathering, Killian was used as nothing more a joke and din’t add anything of consequence to the wish adventure. That’s insulting. Thanks Adam, thanks Eddy.

Relax. Good grief. You haven’t even seen it, how can you be insulted?

I’d advise you to stop thinking of it as “they made Killian a joke” and more like “they made the situation a joke.”  It’s a big farce. 

It is made very clear that Emma doesn’t think any of it is real.  Hook comes on the scene and attempts to rescue Emma from August. Hilarity ensues. At first Emma is just so surprised to see him, and then so surprised to see him so altered and she’s sort of enjoying the oddity of the situation. Then Hook reveals that he knows there’s a prize for the safe return of the princess and Emma knows he’s going to get in the way of her getting back to her real Hook, (getting home is 100% Emma’s motivation through everything, girlfriend is focused) and that this Hook could get hurt, so she magics him back to the Jolly Roger so she can get back to business and he’s safe and out of the way. 

Jen and Colin clearly had a ball filming those scenes, and there were big laughs from the audience. If you go in with the mindset to find the humor, enjoy and laugh, I think you will.

Did Emma fat shame wish realm Hook? I didn’t look at Specific spoilers but I’m seeing a bunch of people talking about that.

I didn’t take it that way. Wish!Killian was nothing like himself, drunk, disheveled, ungroomed, scraggly, giant pot belly, all twisted by the Genie’s wish, but no matter how you slice it, he was not the embodiment of a healthy person. She made a joke that maybe they’d need to lay off the rum… and desserts, as if she was looking at a cautionary tale. If it pleases you to be upset, have at it, but I’m not.  

In my opinion, she was not looking at him with scorn, or ridicule or revulsion, she was amused and awed by the fantastical situation, but again she didn’t think any of it was real, she was 100% focused on the job at hand and getting home to the real thing. 

Do we have to endure Regina insulting Killian? And of course, how many CS scenes are there in the episode?

Regina has nothing to do with Killian this episode.  

There are two CS scenes in the wish realm, and then the long action/reunion/hug(s) scene at the end.

I’m very confused. Why does Gideon think killing Emma will make him the new Savior? Since when does being the Savior have the “kill the previous one and you become it” clause that the Dark One curse has? And why does he want to be the Savior anyway?

I have no idea why he thinks he’ll get to be the new Savior if he kills her. However, I do know why he wants to be a Savior. He wants to be a Savior to his realm, save the realm he grew up in, from the Black Fairy

Was the engagement ring from the promo in the episode? If not we can assume it’s from a later one but they wanted to start drumming up excitement over the break.

It is not in the episode. I’ve always assumed it would be in 6x12 (since that is the only other episode that was shot at the time the promo aired) and because we know other spoilers *ahem* for that one.

Too much to hope for a CS kiss in 6x11? They haven’t kissed since 606.

No, but can I interest you in a couple of hugs? The hug-game was on point this episode. Emma was not letting her boys go.

Why on earth would Emma of all people suggest bringing Robin back after what happened with notMarian?

Because it was all part of her “lesson” for the episode.  Her lesson, as I said above, was about believing she can control her own destiny and she’s not tied to fate.  That was her message to Regina. Regina said she thought part of her Robin was in this Robin, so Emma said if that was true, then she should make her own destiny, take a chance. Emma mentions that Robin is different than everyone else in the not-real Realm (and it’s made clear that Emma does not think it’s real or that anyone in it is real) he hasn’t aged or changed much, and it’s suggested via the feather than maybe part of her Robin’s (soul)  is here.

At least that’s what I got.

You went to the panel today right? (If not please disregard)Can you tell us how emma described wishworld hook to killian if she did? Pretty please!

They don’t really get a chance to talk about it, there’s some back and forth because Robin shows up, but during the second hug (Emma is really holding on tight) she makes a quip that they’re going to switch to water and Killian makes a face and says, “to drink?” It’s a funny moment.

(more later)