#Liz. Liz i have been writing this for like an entire day. I am so sorry if its not good but! I tried! an
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Call My Name (Nuada x Reader)
Nuada Silverlance (Hellboy) x Reader
TW: Some slight violence (as to be expected), but otherwise just Nuada being an emotionally-constipated ass
Word Count: ~5400 words
Prompt: I always call you by your title except the one time when you’re in trouble, enemies to lovers, slight hurt-comfort
I stayed up until 3 am writing this, so if you see a typo... no you didn't. Just a reminder that my requests are open so please send them in!
Your ability to get along with just about everyone is something you take a lot of pride in. When you first came under the protection of the BPRD with Red, you had quickly formed many valuable connections, even if you couldn’t call many of them true friends. And when Liz later joined the team, the two of you got on like wildfire (pun intended) almost instantly. Hell, even Manning acts agreeable towards you. You’ve always thought of yourself as a charming person, despite your somewhat off-putting appearance, and your skills in negotiation and peacemaking are unmatched.
That is, until a certain elf-prince came into the BPRD’s custody and put that to the test.
You hadn’t been part of the task team that fought in the Battle of the Golden Army, your… special skills pulling you away from the conflict to mediate between two warring tribes of giants in the Himalayas.
You are an Avian, a mutated human with wings and the ability to speak every language, both human and supernatural, on the planet. Had the two tribes gone to war, it would have been devastating for the entire Asian continent and would have exposed the entire supernatural world. Being deep into the world’s tallest mountains and in the throes of complicated negotiations meant that you had little to no communication to the outside world for weeks, so to say you were shocked to find out that the world had been incredibly close to being destroyed by an ancient army would be an understatement.
Even more shocking was finding out that the BPRD had taken the culprit into custody.
The compound was bustling with activity as you made your way through the long corridors to Manning’s office for your debrief. Familiar faces greeted you as you walked past, some stopping for a moment to ask you about your mission. There were a few who gave you a wide berth, eyeing your wings warily. You had grown used to such looks, knowing that your wings were far from the prettiest things to gaze upon. Avians are an incredibly rare type of mutation, but your specific type even more so. While most had beautiful feathered wings like that of an angel, yours more closely resembled a bat’s.
You unconsciously tuck your wings closer against your back, wishing that there was more room underground to stretch out to your full wingspan more often.
You knock on Manning’s door once before pushing your way in, too tired from your trip to wait for him to call you in. All you want to do is take a long, hot shower and sleep for days.
You’re surprised someone is already sitting there across from the director of the BRPD, and from the tension in his shoulders he isn’t very happy. His head snaps towards you the moment you step into the room, his golden eyes finding yours instantly. His mouth is pulled back into a sneer as he regards you coolly, eyes flicking up and down your form before settling on your wings. Something hardens in his gaze, and he quickly turns his body away from you as if you were not even there.
“Ah, you’ve returned!” Manning greets. “Well?”
“The conflict between the giants has successfully been resolved,” you report, trying hard to ignore the disdain that seems to be radiating from the golden-eyed man. “I doubt they will be so quick to go to arms with each other again.”
Manning hums in approval, settling back into his seat. “I want a full report typed up on my desk tomorrow.” You nod, turning to leave. “Wait, there’s one more thing.”
You eye him warily, your hopes of a quick escape dashed. Manning gestures to the stranger in the room. “This is Nuada Silverlance, Prince of the Bethmoora Clan. He is in our charge for the foreseeable future.” You notice Nuada’s hands tightening into fists at his words. “I’ve assigned you to be his personal guide and companion while he settles into life here.”
“I do not need a guide.” The prince speaks for the first time. His voice is deep and smooth like honey, and you would find it strangely attractive if it weren’t for the fact that he was glaring at you as he spoke. “And I certainly do not want companionship from the likes of her. If I am to be forced to live in this insufferable human prison, then I wish to at least be left alone.”
“You will escort Nuada around the compound,” Manning ignores the silver-haired elf. “And you will help him with anything he needs as well as teach him about human culture.”
Nuada growls, getting to his feet abruptly. “Absolutely not!”
Manning eyes him coolly. “Need I remind you of the reason you're here in the first place. And if you have any hopes of repairing your relationship with your sister, I would recommend you behave and do as we say.”
You stifle a yawn as Nuada growls again, your jet lag really starting to make itself known. The elf turns his angry gaze towards you, rage sparking like molten gold in his eyes. “Am I boring you, human? Maybe a knife to your throat will wake you up.” He threatens.
“Really? Because I don’t see any weapons on you.” You gesture to his empty belt and exaggeratedly look around the office. “Unless you’ve hidden one somewhere. Is the knife here in the room with us?”
Nuada looks like a volcano about to erupt, and you have to stifle a laugh. “That’s enough, (Name).” Manning says. “If you would be so kind as to show Nuada to his room. It’ll be right across from yours.”
Great.
You and the elf-prince exit Manning’s office in silence and stand awkwardly in the hallway. “Okay,” you clear your throat. “It’s this way.”
You walk a few paces before you realize Nuada isn’t following. You sigh, mustering up the last of your remaining energy as you face the still-glaring prince. “Look, I know you don’t want to be here. Hell, I wouldn’t either. But you are, and from what I’ve heard about what happened, there’s much worse places you could be.” You hold up your hand to stop him as he takes an angry step forward. “We can fight about this tomorrow, but I have had a very long day. And I can promise you that of all the people to get assigned to be your chaperone, you could do a whole lot worse than me. So unless you want me to go get Red to be your buddy, I recommend that you follow me to your room.”
With that, you turn and begin walking away again, a small smile pulling at your lips when you hear light, almost-silent footsteps following behind you.
By the time you reach your rooms, your wings are dragging against the ground with exhaustion. “That’s yours, I guess.” You gesture vaguely at the door across from yours. “If you need anything, just knock or find one of the guards. I’m sure they won’t be far.”
Nuada nods stiffly and enters into his room, closing the door solidly behind him. “Good talk,” you sigh. You spend the rest of the evening decompressing from your trip, taking a hot bath and relaxing in bed with a cup of tea, and most importantly, keeping your mind off of the intriguing elf-prince just across the hall from you.
~~~
You’re shockingly unbothered for the entire night, managing to sleep well into the next day. By the time you drag yourself out of bed, it’s shortly before noon and your stomach is making its hunger known.
You dress quickly and go to knock on Nuada’s door. You wait several moments with no response and knock again, louder this time.
“What do you want, human?” Nuada growls, opening the door half-way.
“I thought you might be hungry and figured I could show you to the dining hall.”
The elf narrows his eyes but reluctantly steps out. “If you must.”
You struggle to hide your amusement at the sight of his disgusted face when you get to the bustling cafeteria. Agents roam between full tables and a clamor of voices and cutlery scraping against plates fills the air. Your smile fades when Nuada suddenly goes rigid. You follow his gaze to see Nuala sitting at a table with Abe. Their bodies are angled towards each other, knees knocking together as Abe leans forward to brush a stray hair behind her ear.
Before you can stop him, Nuada is stalking forward, and you struggle to keep up behind him without knocking into anyone with your wings. Nuala gazes up at her brother with a face devoid of emotion while Abe pulls back awkwardly. “Sister, I wish to speak with you privately.”
“Whatever you have to say can be said to the both of us, brother.” She replies evenly. You hang back, unsure of if you should redirect this before the elf-prince causes a scene.
“You really stoop so low as to openly fraternize with a traitor? You would truly embarrass your people this way?” Nuada shoots Abe a withering glare. The fish-man blinks in surprise. “Uhm, excuse me, but-”
“I love Abe, brother. I expect you to respect my choice.” Nuala reaches over and clasps his hand in her own. “And he is far from a traitor.”
“He helps the enemy! He lives amongst them as if they are family!” Nuada hisses.
“They are my family,” Abe replies smoothly. “If you were to let go of your hate, you could see all the good that they do.”
Nuada growls, taking a menacing step forward. “Hey, let’s maybe not do this here, yeah?” You finally butt in, acutely aware that the dining hall has gone completely quiet and everyone’s attention in on you.
The elf-prince turns and stalks away without a word, leaving you struggling to keep up with him once again. He’s already half-way down the hall when you catch up to him, and you reach forward to grab at his wrist. “Nuada, hold on a second-”
“Don’t you dare touch me, you filth!”
You reel back for a moment, shocked at his outburst in one second and enraged in the next.
“And don’t you dare talk to me like that, your highness.” You square up to the prince, matching his angry gaze with your own. “You may be royalty amongst your kind, but that doesn’t give you any right to speak to me in such a manner. I have done nothing but try to help you.”
“I never asked for your help.” Nuada hisses, looming over you in a certain way that you try very hard not to pay attention to. “If you haven’t noticed, I am being held here against my will.”
You soften slightly, feeling slightly bad for him despite yourself. “I know you are. But you tried to wipe out the entire human race- what did you expect to happen? The best you can do now is try and make the most of being here. It really isn’t so bad once you get used to it.”
“I will never accept being a prisoner here.” Nuada growls, whipping around and stalking off in the direction of his room.
You watch him go with a frown, deciding to give him some time to cool off.
“I apologize for my brother,” a soft voice speaks from behind you.
Nuala stands there with Abe standing slightly behind her, a sympathetic look on her face. “He has always been quick to anger, even when we were elflings.”
You give her a lopsided smile, reaching out a hand to introduce yourself formally. “I appreciate the apology, but none is needed, at least not from you.”
You cast a glance in the direction the elf in question disappeared off to. “I feel bad for him, in a way. Even though he tried to commit mass genocide and all.”
“My brother is very passionate when it comes to the preservation of our people.” Nuala sighs. “Unfortunately, his means of acting on them are grossly misguided.”
You leave the two of them to go on their way, heading back into the dining hall to actually eat this time. After making a quick sandwich, you leave with some fruit and bread wrapped in a napkin. You place it in front of Nuada’s door, knocking sharply twice before heading to the training room for some practice.
Only once he’s certain you’ve left does Nuada open his door, stamping down the small twinge of guilt he feels as he picks up the food you’ve left for him.
~~~
Nuada doesn’t leave his room once for the next three days. The only indication you have that he’s still in there is the faint light from beneath the door and the fact that the food you leave for him always quickly disappears.
On the third day, you grow tired of awkwardly hanging around in the hallway debating on knocking on his door and finally do so.
You wait a few moments before knocking again, louder this time.
“You humans are so impatient. I was going to answer.” Nuada gives as way of greeting. “What do you want?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the training room.” You offer with what you hope is a convincing smile. “It’s always empty at this time of day and I figured you might enjoy a change of scenery.”
The prince quirks an eyebrow at you suspiciously but begrudgingly gestures for you to lead the way.
You ask him about his preferred weapon, surprised that he answers your question without malice. He tells you of his prized spear, indulging you in a tale of how it was forged.
You hum in thought before the weapon wall, grabbing a bo staff and handing it to him. “It’s not elven-made, but it’s the closest training weapon we have to what you’re used to.”
Nuada gives it a few test swings, getting used to its weight. While he does so, you unsheath your personal dual swords from their scabbards, examining them closely before deeming them acceptable for the training session.
You settle into a loose fighting stance, shooting the elf a wicked grin. “Ready when you are, princeling.”
He surges forward without warning, immediately going on the offense. You parry his blow easily, following it with a lunge of your own. The sound of metal on metal begins to fill the room as you match each other blow for blow, both of you unable to land a hit on the other. You blink at the sweat threatening to drip into your eyes, searching for any chink in the prince’s otherwise impenetrable stance.
He takes a small step back, presumably to gain momentum for his next attack, but in that moment you spot his weakness. He shifts too much weight into that one foot, and before he can pivot towards you, you’re darting forward with a well-aimed strike to his knee.
He wobbles, off-balanced for a second. That second is all you need, and before he can comprehend it, he’s knocked onto his back with one of your blades pointed at his throat.
He ignores the hand you offer to him, pushing himself to his feet without a word. He can’t help the glimmer of respect he feels for you as you smile at him, finally wiping the sweat from your brow.
You stretch your arms languidly above your head, and he averts his eyes from the sliver of soft skin that becomes visible as your top rides up slightly.
“I haven’t had to work so hard to win against someone in forever.” You say. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
“That would be… amenable.”
You grin in victory, pleased at having won two battles today. “Come on, there’s one more place I want to show you while we’re over on this side of the building.”
You lead him to the library, which is almost always virtually devoid of anyone else. The prince can’t completely keep the look of pleasure off his space as he explores the countless titles, pulling some of them to take back to his room with him.
As you bid him goodbye to take a shower, you could swear his gaze lingers on you slightly longer as you turn toward your own chambers.
~~~
Things are slightly different after that day.
Nuada still makes his displeasure at being the BPRD’s prisoner apparent, and he is often cold and grumpy in his demeanor, but he does not direct such harsh words at you again. You continue to train together, slowly learning each other’s fighting styles and testing them with a variety of different weapons. You know Manning isn’t very pleased that you’re allowing the prince to wield a weapon, but the way you see it, it allows him to blow off some steam and that’s a win in your book.
You also begin to spend time in the library together, most of the time just reading your separate books in silence. There’s something oddly… domestic about it, if you would allow yourself to think of it in that way.
Thoughts like these are dangerous though, for as the weeks go by, you begin to find yourself attracted to the silver-haired elf.
You realize the true depth of these feelings with startling clarity one night after you see Nuada smile for the first time. It is small and barely-there, pulling at his lips after he finds a book of elven fairy-tales on a shelf tucked in the very back of the library, but the sight of it nearly knocks the air out of your lungs.
There’s no denying the elf is incredibly handsome, but his smile completely transforms his face from alluring to ethereal. You avert your gaze before he can notice, and resolve to never let your feelings become apartment to him.
Because at the end of the day, you’re still just a human, wings or not.
You struggle particularly hard one evening in the library to focus on the book you’ve chosen, stealing quick glimpses at the elf sitting across from you through your hair.
“You’re staring,” He hums, long fingers flicking to the next page without looking up at you.
“Just thinking.” You say, forcing your attention back to the page in front of you. You read the same sentence four times before getting to your feet, carefully marking your place before setting the book down. “I can’t stand being inside one moment longer,” You announce.
Nuada raises an eyebrow. “I do not believe I am ‘allowed’ to leave the premises, if you weren’t aware.” He comments drily, and you scoff.
“Who said anything about leaving?
Cool wind whips at you as you push open the door to the roof, and you sigh in relief at the open air. Stars twinkle overhead, the compound being far enough from the city lights to be able to see a faint haze of the galaxy spread across the sky.
You allow your wings to stretch to their full span for what feels like the first time in ages, giving a small flap that lifts your feet slightly above the ground for a moment.
You can feel the prince’s eyes on you, and you extend one of your wings towards him. “You can touch it, if you want. Most people are curious.”
You suppress a shiver as his calloused hand swipes experimentally over the skin, not expecting your wings to be so sensitive to his touch. He drags his fingertips over the back, marveling at how a limb so strong could feel so soft. “Have you always been like this?” He asks softly.
“I was born with them, yes.” You say, directing your attention to the stars above your head. “Gave my parents quite a shock, I suppose, seeing as they put me up for adoption immediately after I was born. I was taken in by Professor Bruttenholm, who raised me alongside Red. He taught me that my wings are a gift, a way to do good despite what others may see them as.”
You turn to see Nuada is gazing at you intently. “Others have treated you horribly for your appearance.” He doesn’t say it as a question.
“That’s true,” you smile wryly. “People can definitely be cruel. But they can also be incredibly kind, and while there may be a couple here who will avoid me in the hallways, for the most part the BPRD is my family.”
You meet the prince’s gaze imploringly. “I know you hold significant anger for humanity. And I even understand why. But don’t punish an entire race for the sins of a few. There are many who care a whole lot… like me.” For you.
You don’t say that last part, but you know he understands its implication. Over the course of you speaking, the two of you have somehow gravitated closer to each other. You stare into the elf’s golden eyes, now inches from your own.
Your hands brush together as he draws even closer, and your breath hitches slightly at the electricity that the touch elicits.
“I must admit I have grown rather fond of you,” Nuada murmurs, almost as if he doesn’t even realize. “You have made being here slightly more bearable.”
You huff out a laugh as his warm breath fans across your cheeks. Your eyelids begin to flutter closed as his lips just barely brush against yours. All of the sudden, he yanks himself away, his face a mixture of disbelief and fury.
“You have bewitched me,” the prince hisses, eyes devoid of the warmth they had held just moments ago. “I see your ploy now, witch. You would make me a traitor to my own kind, complacent to stay here forever and allow humanity to corrupt what little of the natural world there is left.”
“Nuada, I-” you stumble in disbelief, reeling from the complete change in his attitude.
“Silence!” He roars, causing you to take an involuntary step back. Gone is any of the tenderness he had directed towards you, replaced with cold, simmering rage. For the first time, you find yourself slightly afraid of him.
"You are nothing but a filthy human with extra appendages,” he spits viciously, and you rear back as if he had slapped you. “And I will always hate you just like the rest of your despicable kind.”
He leaves you on the roof, slamming the door behind him with a bang.
You don’t know how long you stand in the cold, completely dumbfounded by Nuada’s actions. All the progress you’d made with him had vanished in an instant, any hope of him possibly returning your feelings snatched away in the cruelest way possible.
You finally shake yourself out of your shock, reaching up to wipe the silent tears off your cheeks. You suppose that you should have expected this. You’d been foolish to think that you and the elvish prince could even remotely be friends, much less anything more.
You bury your hurt deep, deciding that from now on that you would avoid Nuada at all costs. Manning would just have to find someone else to accompany him around.
You make your way back to your room in a daze, heart twisting as you briefly glance at the door across from yours.
You don’t sleep at all that night, wrapping your wings comfortingly around yourself and shivering from the cold that has seemed to settle itself right against your bones.
~~~
You and Nuada do not speak for a month.
You deliberately avoid his gaze every time you pass each other in the halls, and if he happens to be in the training room or library whenever you are, you leave until he is finished.
By some twisted form of masochism, you spend a lot of time on the rooftop, staring blankly at the horizon.
Life without the elvish prince is boring and monotonous, and you have no idea how you carried out your days before he was there to occupy all your time. It doesn’t help that you’ve barely been given any missions, the few you’re called on only pulling you away from the compound for a few days at a time.
If anyone notices the change in either of your attitudes, they don’t say anything. Nuala often looks at you with sympathy and Liz seems to hang around more despite being constantly busy with the twins, but neither of them address your listlessness.
You’re sitting in the library pretending to read when a lower agent approaches you. “Manning wants to see you in his office.”
You get up with a sigh, already not looking forward to this conversation.
You struggle to keep any emotion from showing on your face when you see Nuada is sitting across from Manning’s desk. A strong sense of deja vu hits you as his gaze meets yours and flicks away just as quickly before you can read anything there. The director of the BPRD clears his throat, obviously having caught the brief exchange.
“There has been a troll sighting not far from here,” Manning directs towards you. “They’re bold, amassing forces so close to our base. I’m sending a large team to go deal with the problem.” He gestures to the elf who is pointedly not looking at you. “Nuada will be accompanying you.”
You immediately open your mouth to protest, your refusal dying on your tongue as Manning holds up a hand to silence you. “The prince has not caused any problems during his stay here and I believe it is time for him to start becoming more involved with our operations. He will be your responsibility while out on the field.”
You grind your teeth so hard you fear they might crack as Manning dismisses you both. You speed-walk out of the office before Nuada can get to his feet, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possibly.
It’s a little hard to do that while in the back of a transport van, which you find yourself seated in the next morning. You do your best to ignore the elf sitting across the aisle from you as you’re jostled along. You grip your dual swords sitting across your lap, trying to keep your mind on the mission ahead.
You’re the first out of the van when it stops, immediately beginning to scan your surroundings. Your group has been dropped off right in front of a dense part of the forest, the trees so close together it's impossible to see between them.
As the rest of the team assembles on the grass, you strap your swords to your back and launch yourself into the air, trying to get a better glimpse into the thicket. You swoop closer to the treetops, but the branches are too thick to see through, and you return to the clearing with no luck.
“I can barely see into there,” you report. “They’ve chosen their hideout well.”
Red claps his hands together, calling everyone closer to him. “We’ll have to split up to cover more ground. Me and Liz will head north-west into the forest. (Name), you and Nuada will go north-east. The rest of you fan out in between.”
Ice settles into your heart as the group disperses, leaving you and Nuada alone. “We’d better get going,” you address the elf for the first time in weeks, not waiting for him to reply before you start walking into the trees.
The two of you hike in silence for some minutes, pushing aside branches and foliage with every step. You grumble quietly to yourself, wishing you could stretch your wings. Nuada stops suddenly, his hand on your wrist and a slender finger pressed to his lips to keep you quiet.
Warmth begins to creep up your arm from where his skin touches yours, but the hair standing up at the back of your head distracts you from it. The sounds of the forest have gone completely silent, leaving behind an eerie ringing that you don’t know is in your head or not.
Nuada pulls you down suddenly, wide eyes meeting your own as an arrow embeds itself in the wood right behind where your head had just been.
“Run,” he growls, and then you’re both taking off through the trees.
Branches whip at your face as you race through the thicket, knobby roots seeming to reach up to try and trip you with every stride.
You scramble to a halt as a troll seems to materialize out of the branches before you, his sharp teeth and red eyes gleaming in the dappled sunlight that manages to filter through the leaves. You draw your swords, preparing for a fight. Your swords meet his in a clash of metal on metal, and you grunt from the exertion. The troll is strong, and your stomach rolls at the stench of his breath as he grins wickedly at you.
“(Name)!” A scream of your name steals your attention just enough to notice the troll that has also been creeping up behind you, but it is already too late.
A hard blow strikes you across the back of the head, and you crumple immediately. An enraged roar and a high-pitched squeal of pain that is suddenly cut off is the last thing you hear before your world completely goes black.
~~~
You wake slowly, head pounding with every beat of your heart.
You blink blearily, the sight of one of the BPRD’s hospital rooms coming into focus. Movement from beside you shifts your attention, and you’re shocked to see Nuada sitting uncomfortably in one of the metal chairs by your bedside.
He is dressed in fresh robes, his silver hair pulled back and a somber look on his face. You gaze at him silently, not trusting yourself to speak for multiple reasons.
“I owe you numerous apologies,” he begins without ceremony. “I was cruel and incredibly unkind. I have no excuse other than my own bigotry and confusion. I did not know how to handle my emotions and lashed out at you as a result.”
You allow him to grab your hand, the same warmth beginning to creep up your arm. You can’t deny that it feels nice, but you don’t exactly want to forgive him just yet.
“I feel… very strong emotions for you.” Nuada says, his face sincere as he looks at you. For once, there is no anger lurking in his sight, and his eyes are golden pools of sunlight. “I did not want to admit to myself what they were at the time, but seeing you hurt proves that I can fight it no longer.” The prince takes a deep breath. “I love you, (Name). And I will spend every day for the rest of our lives making up for the hurt I have caused you, if you would allow me to court you.”
You press your lips to his, the kiss soft and hopeful. He responds immediately, carefully bringing his hand up to caress your cheek and hold you to him. This kiss is everything that your first one should have been, and you pull away reluctantly despite yourself.
“You have a lot of making up to do,” you say with a smile. Nuada smiles back, his entire face lighting up with joy.
“I will make you my queen,” he vows. “You will never want for anything from this day forward.”
You can’t help the laugh that escapes at how serious he’s being, reaching forward to intertwine your fingers with his.
“Let’s maybe start with dinner, hm?”
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Can you do a fic about Bill or Tom (doesn’t matter who because atp I can’t decide whether I’m a Bill girl or a Tom girl 😭) where both him and reader have been dreaming of eachother, but they’ve never met like ever. Like randomly they started having dreams of eachother, but the catch is, they’ve been dreaming WITH eachother. Then maybe one day they see eachother irl and both are in shock to find out that they’ve been dreaming with eachother
(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭)
T. KAULITZ x READER
★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you haven’t gotten much sleep lately since you’ve been dreaming about a mysterious boy.
★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: alcohol, swearing
★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: LOL i am definitely a tom girl but anyways sorry i’ve been busy y’all 😻 i have to do band stuff (yes im in band) speaking of which though… band camp is starting soon so im gonna be really busy unfortunately 😭 but send reqs and i’ll try to write as much as i can and get a lot posted before i leave and i also try to post during it as well!! ALSOOOO my birthday is tomorrow yippee 🥳
you haven’t been able to sleep much recently, not ever since a mysterious bit appeared in your dreams. it was strange since you’ve never seen him before but you weren’t complaining since damn he was hot. your dreams with the boy were all very vivid, almost like they were real and you feel in control in those dreams, like it’s real life. you and the mysterious boy never speak in the dreams, usually you two would just enjoy each others company, amused by one another.
you wondered if that boy was real person dreaming just like you.
before you could overthink it though, you got up to get ready. you brushed you teeth, got changed and started making breakfast. you placed your food on the kitchen table before taking a seat and calling your friend liz. “can i come over later?” you asked her through the phone. “sure. i’m just picking breakfast right now, want some?” she asked. you looked down at your plate, deciding whether to eat at your place or abbi’s. “i’ll have some, see you later,” you said.
you packed your breakfast up put it in the fridge, making your way out the door to abbi’s house. since her place wasn’t that far, you would always walk over which took less that 15 minutes. when you finally got to her house, you decided to tell her all about your dreams with the mysterious hot boy. “okay so like the dreams are super vivid, but they’re just dreams,” you explained. “and the boy? do you know him?” she asked. “that’s the thing! i don’t know him, he’s like super mysterious,” you replied.
“well what does he look like?” she asked. you though about it entire giving your response. “well he has like dreadlocks, he wears baggy clothes and he has a lip piercing right here,” you explained, pointing to your lip. “he sounds totally hot,” abbi said sarcastically. “ugh you don’t get, i wud you could see him because he is totally hot,” you said. “yeah whatever,” she said.
you guys continued eating your food before abbi started talking. “do you wanna go out tonight?” she asked. “i don’t know… i’m not really i’m the mood,” you replied. “well maybe you’ll find your dream boy,” she said. “oh you’re right, fine i’ll go but you’re paying for first round of shots,” you said laughing as abbi rolled her eyes. you guys decided to go out to run some errands before going back to your place to get ready.
you guys first went to the post office since abbi had to mail something. you waited outside since she’d be awhile and as you waited you noticed someone that caught your eye. it was a boy who looked exactly the one in your dreams but… different? you thought. this boy had spiky black hair instead of dirty blonde dreadlocks. he was inside a gift shop across from the post office. you quickly rushed into the post office to grab abbi’s attention.
“abbi! look! across the street, that boy with black hair, do you see him?” you asked. “yeah…? what’s wrong with him?” she asked. “he looks exactly like the boy in my dreams,” you said. abbi didn’t speak for a second. “wow, i’m sorry i doubted you then, that boy is hot,” she said. “i know right?!” you replied. “well what are you going to do?” she asked. “nothing i guess, i mean what can i do?” you replied. “you’re right, let’s just go back to your place now,” she replied.
you two took a taxi back to yours since it would’ve been a 30 minute walk. “maybe we will fine your dream boy tonight, i mean we basically saw his twin today,” abbi said. “maybe,” you replied, focused on your mascara. abbi was curling her hair and you were doing your makeup as you waited for her to finish. you two switched before both finishing. “you done?” she asked. “almost,” you said, putting your hoop earring in. “okay! now i’m done,”
you guys took get another taxi to the club for a night out, hoping to find your dream boy or at least get drunk. the club was packed today, it’s not like it was the weekend so you weren’t sure why. as you two walked in you could tell the club was filed with girls, all in a crowd surrounding someone. you and abbi tried looking to see who it was but couldn’t push through the other girls. “is there a celebrity or something?” abbi asked. “i don’t know but let’s just go to the bar,” you replied. as you two left the crowd, you didn’t realize a pair of eyes following you.
you ordered your drink along with abbi and you guys started talking as you waited. “look around, do you see him?” you asked abbi. “i can’t tell this club is filled with girls,” she said. “yeah i wonder what that’s about,” you said as you looked at the crowd. your drinks arrived and you two started drinking, you both got shots. even though abbi could not hold alcohol she always insists on drinking and she was already drunk after her third shot.
she decided to walk around now, searching for a hookup and you decided to follow her. she laid eyes on a boy with curly brown hair and started making a move, you decided to leave her and go sit on a sofa. you sat around awkwardly now not knowing what to do until you locked eyes with familiar face. you couldn’t believe what you were seeing, it was the boy from your dreams. he had the dreadlocks and everything and he looked shocked to see you as well. you didn’t know if you should approach him or just leave it because what if he thinks you’re crazy?
you convinced yourself that you were seeing things and that the alcohol was kicking in so you went to the nearest bathroom you could find. you splashed your face with water before getting your phone out to text abbi about the encounter. you then prepared yourself and walked out.
“hey,” you heard a male voice call from behind you as you slowly turned around. “hello?” you asked. it was the same boy you saw a few minutes ago. “this may sound weird but i’ve been seeing you in my dreams lately and i haven’t been able to sleep. i knew i had to approach y since this was such a coincidence,” he said and you were surprised that he was dreaming about you as well. “wow, oh my gosh. i’ve been dreaming about you too, i wasn’t sure you were real when i saw you but i haven’t been able to sleep recently either,” you replied.
“let me buy you a drink,” he said. you nodded and followed him to the bar. you guys got to talking more and you both realized you’ve been dreaming about the same thing. “do you think we’ve been dreaming together? i mean my dreams feel pretty vivid,” you said. “surprisingly this makes sense,” he replied. you guys instantly clicked after that. you found out that his name was tom and you told him about your encounter with his “look-a-like” which you now know as his twin bill.
once you both left the bar you started texting instead and of course you had to tell abbi all about it.
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please note that this is a pre-s2 masterpost; new one can be found here.
contrary to popular belief i am actually capable of writing up genuine theories about s2, but they are still wonderfully feral and unhinged in both tone and nature, so voila welcome to ✨rhi's crackpot speculation/meta masterpost✨ featuring some very special guests that are way more insightful and clever than me
note: contains spoilers
d-day edit: lmao let's sort this shitpit out🍲
old post-s2/s3-relevant metas etc but they didn't make it to the final cut of the new masterpost:
BIT NERVOUS about this being linked but fuck it, i didn't like the first two eps INITIALLY but in my defence i learnt the error of my ways and consider it to have been prime's fault
thoughts on s3 in the immediate aftermath
i heard you calling from across the ether for some whump material so i wrote some
also i meta-girlbossed a bit too close to the sun with recontextualising the lion/adam/eve parallels in s1e1 now that we know what we know about aziraphale and crowley pre-fall
someone shared their opinion about the playlists with me then i blacked out and when i came to there was meta
i got big feelings™ about the argument clip in that aziraphale is honestly just a nice man doing his fucking best (not a prediction but just a wee rant)
s2 live commentaries bc im sorry reading these back is GOLD:
episode 1/2 (lumped together bc i went to a screening) (also neil liked this and i feel exposed the poor guy had to read this??? over all the other somewhat intelligent stuff on my blog??? this is what he went for???? man's WILD ✨)
episode 3
episode 4
episode 5
episode 6 (lmao)
and then basically anything else, mostly all pre-s2 so have a read and laugh at me, it's ok honest
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
this one made me tear up a bit because i live on a diet of bagels and aziraphale/crowley biblical whump material LMAO AM I APOLLO????
(as amended) the one where my entire theory on aziraphale and crowley's angst for s2 is predicted based on the length of his ridiculous (see: delicious) sideburns
an earlier musing on the plot of like the first three episodes (fuck it let's be real i'm just blueprinting a fanfic in this post)
by all accounts crowley is not, in fact, james bond
the second coming gets fucked up bc gabriel is a pussy ass bitch
✨✨SDCC/NYC✨✨ people pls read this and talk to me about it bc I'm losing it everyone else just shh and read silently for a minute ill get to you in a sec okay id still love to know what happened at the sdcc screening but i went to my own one in the uk and what i saw has done nothing to dissuade me from this theory im sorry
lol haven't updated this post in a hot minute but this is the SMOOCHY prediction
i told y'all crowley was getting hit by the cozzy livs and now my boy has to work in a pub, liz truss i hope ur happy
if i must suffer then you must suffer also thems the rules
✨✨live feed of my breakdown over the episode titles✨✨
a wee romantic shitpost about ep5 but im adding it in here for posterity bc if this does happen im going to simply decease
this was birthed from the above but with ep2(?) spoiler context
IS GOOB JESUS?????
i have a sinking feeling that crowley may be a double agent and honestly that's not very james bond of him
segue from the above, someone really cleverly came up with the thought after the wanted posters that crowley is involved in hell descending on the bookshop to get gabriel and was rewarded with duke of hell (hence the art of him on a throne) and i latched on like a fucking barnacle
I cry
(also as amended lmao) my rhetoric on how unequipped aziraphale is to handle intense gay panic god bless this mess this lil funky dude
i have now done so many speculation posts about the 40s that it feels like groundhog day but if prime insist on feeding me 40s content then that's their own damn fault (but this one is the most recent and where I'm currently at so read this one first)
(older) a tinfoil hat inspection of anything related to ww2!husbands, magician aziraphale, and the Dinner of '41
(older again) extended-Dinner of '41 analysis in the context of s1e3
once upon a time aziraphale and crowley fucked up the ineffable plan by not getting together in 1941 and god wasn't happy about it and everything went tits up, the end
a simple humble commentary on how the trailer was put together and a warning to not trust a single thing prime tells us
okay it's not s2 related but i had a bit of wine and a small heartbreak over their first meeting in the beginning and now any other method of therapy is redundant
and last but certainly not least (not for the moment anyway, there's a few more feet to descend before we truly scrape the bottom of the unholy barrel that is my psyche) we encounter the deranged, manic, unbalanced and frankly disturbed commentary i birthed in response to The Spoiler
enjoy, my boos ✨
#good omens#good omens season 2#good omens speculation#good omens spoilers#no real need to interact im just doing this to pin it so i have my own handy reference guide for future analyses#and it saves me having to wade through the shitposting smorgasbord that is this blog
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Just the old favourites...
AND IT'S THE DAY OF THE DOCTOR! there's four "of the doctor" titles in a row at the end of this, which I will forgive, because the specials back in what 2008? 2009? were also basically about the Doctor, and this is the end of Eleven's era (one episode left after this and we meet Twelve!!!) so yeah, go on, make it a bit Doctor-centric I gueeeess (but maybe a little less?)
anyway, how do we do with the whole... Doctor thing?
sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 6/10
sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 3/10
interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 5/10
furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 10/10
companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 4/10
the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 2/10
doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 5/10
isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 4/10
internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 5/10
Politics (how conservative is the story): 3/10
FULL RATING: 48/100 (if I can count….)
it's got... some points. I am a big fan of Gallifrey being back on the map! I am really into the final bit from Tom Baker appearing until the last little speech. but I don't think most of this hangs together as a coherent narrative, as such. let us peruse
OBJECTIFICATION: considering how many female characters are in this episode, Osgood, Clara, Kate Stewart, Bad Wolf Interface, and Queen Elizabeth, it does remarkably well for a M*ffat penned episode. however. you can guess who suffers a bit -- surprisingly not as much as I'd remember: It's Queen Liz of course (although actually her issues come up more related to this eras ongoing Stuff around authority, and how she interacts with the Doctor)
Elizabeth, you see, is in Looooove with the Doctor, which is the thing that's going to be the single most annoying pervasive plotpoint in RTD's era. she's kind of ditzy about it, even though she's actually capable elsewhere in the episode, and she's introduced in this sort of romantic outing with the Doctor (who's doing it to out her as an alien, which she isn't)
it's not the worst, considering how this character has been described throughout nu!who, but it's also very eye-rollery
BUT WAIT! there's also the Bad Wolf Interface, played by Billie Piper, whom I'd technically be happy to see, and who does pretty well with what she's given, but...
The War Doctor, burning his hand: The interface, it’s hot
Bad Wolf Interface: Well I do my best
this isn't massive, I know I know. and technically this is neither Rose nor The Bad Wolf, however... never were these characters portrayed doing this kind of dialogue. the Bad Wolf is kind of a manic pixie dream girl at times, and it irks a bit. it's not massive. but it irks.
PLOT-POINT: Clara is doing plot shit, and not much else. Queen Liz is a joke B-plot point really. Kate Stewart, noooow ok she's got some opinions on things, some things I want to circle back to, but not on this point (but the main gist is, to what extent is Kate Stewart actually an antagonist). Osgood, I'd say, comes out of this the best, she's got a neat little arc with her Zygon self, which I believe carries on into later episodes
and then there's the Bad Wolf/Moment. I quite like the Moment, actually. I think the Moment as a being + a weapon is interesting. Dunno if that much is done with it on the whole (but that's the next point down). I acknowledge that because the Interface has the face of Rose Tyler/The Bad Wolf, I'm treating it like a female character, which may be flawed thinking, but fuckit, onwards, the Moment is a plot device/Macguffin type, because the Moment has no motivations, it just is, and was introduced in this episode in order to give an object around which the Doctor could make choices. and happens to look like the Bad Wolf, but strangely even that doesn't really matter (we'll get to that)
COMPLEXITY: sOOOooo this plot is kind of a series of best-ofs smooshed together. remember the Queen Liz jokes? well, here's the story behind that. remember the fez? Allons-y, Geronimo, making fun of appearances and quirks, check check, Tom Baker (being fabulous), Billie Piper, and... it's a 50th anniversary, it's fine, I get it, but I wish it wasn't so "this happens and then this happens because this is what we need to happen and then this happens..."
and I do like the ending, even though getting to it is very messy
I kind of wish a few elements had been stripped back or entirely away, so one could zero in on some emotional depth, because while there are some great moments (Ten being the Doctor who's always counting deaths, and Eleven being the Doctor who refuses to look at them is a highlight), it moves too fast for you to breathe and take a lot of it in
take, the Moment as Bad Wolf, love it, and they do timey-wimey handwavey you'll forget all of this, so it doesn't totally fuck around with Rose just being an ordinary girl that the Doctor met, but there's this bit where The War Doctor says "oh bad wolf girl I could kiss you!" and she says something to the effect of "you're going to" and Ten goes something like "I'm sorry did you say Bad Wolf!????"... and then we move on
not that this is Ten's episode, but you brought back Billie Piper and not a single little emotional beat of Ten realising that the Bad Wolf in some way is still looking out for them (or hell, Eleven having that beat too, it's not like they're not the same character)
the Time War is the big sufferer of this though. I know it's described in books in a truly terrifying time-fucked-up Eldritch Gods type way, and what we get is a handful of scenes of explosions and screaming citizens (are they Time Lords or just locals? I don't know enough lore to know the details on how many were Time Lords), and this recurring shot of laughing kids around a maypole. what's with the maypole, idk, it's like a symbol for childhood innocence or something in this
if it had made a choice to not actually show details of the Time War, for example, a lot of that could have been left to the imagination and there could have been a different - more affecting - way of portraying the Doctor's Choice. I'm a big fan of the counting the dead as concept, for example, it says something about both Ten and Eleven
also not sold on every single Doctor suddenly beaming away Gallifrey, it's doing a lot of heavy lifting without much explanation about why it should work. a lot of rushedness to get to one single point
CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: ohhh well this is the gamechanger for the plot, the shift in gears. no longer a story about someone who carries the guilt of an entire dead civilisation, it's now the story of someone trying to find their way home
it's very much a Doctor story, the Doctor interacting with the Doctor
however there is also UNIT. we've reintroduced UNIT this season with Kate Stewart (daughter of Lethbridge-Stewart), and a "science first" approach. IIIII am not so sure about it all, considering she was ready to Blow Up London, and yeah, that was halted for a second, but for now there's been no follow-up on that first intention
since I'm watching Classic!Who next to it, I notice that the Third Doctor isn't working with UNIT so much as he needs to be there, because there's nowhere else to go, and is frequently trying to curb their worst instinct, and the Brigadier is frequently the face of conservative reactions to the unknown. the Doctor at this point likes him (and also insults him), and I'm sure they'll be going through some relationship stuff in the future
but crucially UNIT's a delicate balance, and maybe kiiiind of in this iteration to, considering Kate Stewart's "blowing shit up" plan. I'm kind of wary of UNIT as uncomplicated good guys, which they weren't at that point, and could be delved into much more. also UNIT feels very... British, in a colonialist sense. there's discomfort there
COMPANIONS MATTER: Clara helps them out a couple of times, but she takes a backseat in this one, untiiiil she basically drives the moment to change Time War History. I feel so bad for her as actress playing a character, because we're given so little, but she's presented as 1. knowing all of Doctor history due to being in their timestream and being "born to save him" and 2. saving Gallifrey from destruction by talking the Doctor out of it???? it's so left-field and not really connected to who she is in the narrative (that is, the narrative struggles to place her in it unless it suddenly needs her). I really like Clara, I don't like what the narrative does with her
“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: this has soooooo much handwavey "the Doctor does stuff because the Doctor can," and in a way it's something I'm like "fine because I also want that narrative of returning to Gallifrey and everything that comes with it" but... I do think there's a version of this story that could have done more to complicate the Doctor, but of course that's a lot to ask of a M*ffat type of Doctor Who
the depictions of Time Lord society are also... look I just don't think M*ffat knows how to do epic particularly well. he tries and it's mostly a bit silly. lot of talking and "trust me this is so cool"
PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: oof, this one is... hard to parse. some of this is great. some of this annoys the hell out of me, it really depends on where you land on super special girl of all time the Doctor <- when portrayed as such -- I personally wish that something would complicate this story a little bit, and not just pull classic!who back in order to recontextualise it for new canon that I'm not sure is good enough for it
I really liked the Tom Baker cameo, but I just am not a fan of making previous Doctor Who actually about this Doctor Who. it's a thin thin line to cross over, and not one that can be done by smashing it with a hammer, and M*ffat is a hammer-smasher
that being said that last speech, with all the Doctors, big fan!
ALSO they played both Rose's theme and Martha's for some reason. why would you do me like this???!
“SEXINESS”: well, you know what everyone really missed with Ten? it was a woman grabbing his face and kissing him without his consent, because it's very funny and he's clearly uncomfortable. this happens Three times with the same character (queen Elizabeth)
also a bunch of hints from Eleven at Ten that this is all so very sexy and the like bla bla
there's also a screwdriver-comparing dick joke between Ten and Eleven.... Ten I'm sorry you would never!
INTERNAL WORLD: eehhh bit all over the place, but not as much as has been in M*ffat stuff before, which may just be that most of it has been set up before. there's UNIT, there's the Time War/Gallifrey (if very simplistically portrayed), and Elizabethan Timez. could be worse, could be better
POLITICS: Someone! Take! Authority! Figures! Away! From! Doctor! Who! by this I mean the continued glorification of Monarchy and Churchill and military we've had throughout this era, fuckn stop!
make these stories about people that matter! I note in this episode how little of it focuses on people doing shit, and is just about so-called Important People Doing Shit. the most we get to an ordinary person with real stakes in this is Osgood, who is also UNIT (and has Kate Stewart's phone no-less). yes Clara is... there, but she's there to witness the important shit
it takes the Doctor away from the sphere where we actually relate to them, and into the "actually I only worry about the hobnobs and the important things, the little picture the little person is not the Point"
I think that's what this episode suffers from the most. it's floating away in a balloon with nary a character, setting, or Theme to properly ground it, with the exception of that final bit: "At last I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going. Home, the long way around."
FULL RATING: 48/100 (if I can count….)
and here we are, one episode from the end of Eleven's era, and it's an average M*ffat rating. bit of a mess, but with an actual good teaser at the end there for once!
I like Osgood, think UNIT has the promise to be compelling if handled correctly, and of course I'm into the Classic!Doctors fanservice. I think Ten is written somewhat to the left of actual Ten, there's some bullshit political stuff as a continuation from M*ffat's bullshit political stuff, and the Time War is presented as a bit... simple on the whole
gosh I didn't even mention John Hurt??? JOHN HURT!!!!! he's really good actually, he sells the weariness excellently and brings the Doctor down a peg from All Awe-Inspiring Heroic Being to just some guy in a bad position. John Hurt also had two of my favourite lines, first mistaking Ten and Eleven for companions (they get younger all the time lol) and then when realising they're the Doctor: "You’re my future selves? Am I having a midlife crisis?"
the interaction between the three Doctors is often very good. Eleven about Ten's Tardis: "It’s his grunge phase. He grows out of it"
ANYWAY
we're nearly there folks!
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hihi ^^
so i have another request but for spiderman (mcu) where it takes place post no way home, basically fem!reader doesnt end up losing her memory abt peter and she's always been by his side even after everything. But peter thought she would just lose her memory as well so when she finds him one day he gets shocked and emotional and the whole thing's js fluffy, comfort with some hurt/angst
i dont mean to rush or anything cuz u prolly have other reqs😭 but i js came up with this rn and wanted to drop it to u <33
Oh my god, a request not for the Maze Runner??? My time has come. I'm joking, I love writing for TMR, but there is a range of universes I write for on my masterlist and I'm actually thinking of updating it, so keep an eye out :))
LONG TIME COMING
MASTERLIST | PETER PARKER MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: See above. Takes place after the events of No Way Home.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, teenage angst and loneliness, sad times.
You'd known Peter Parker your whole life.
You went to the same pre-school, kindergarten, middle school and high school together. You were connected at the hip for life, even when Ned joined in with your little group.
When you and Ned accidentally found out that Peter is Spiderman, neither of you knew how to react or what to do. But, over time, you all got used to it.
Ned used to always tease you because he thought you had a crush on Peter. You always brushed him off and told him he was dumb, until Peter started to crush on MJ. You weren't even bothered when he liked Liz, but that was different.
MJ was like you guys. A loser and a nerd who was smart and sarcastic, and she was gorgeous. Peter loved her, and when they started dating after MJ figured out he was Spiderman, you didn't have a chance.
Then Mysterio leaked Peter's face and he was desperate to change that. Seeking out Doctor Strange and accidentally causing a tear in the Multiverse.
You met his other universe counterparts, and enemies, and everything changed after that.
Peter vanished.
Your best friend for your whole life had disappeared.
But the weird thing was no one seemed to care. No one even remembered him.
MJ, Ned, everyone you went to school with- nothing.
You asked MJ day in, day out, you spoke to Ned about him all the time. But they just thought you were losing your mind or that this boy was someone you'd met and had mistakenly thought you'd introduced.
But you knew Peter. You heard the spell Docter Strange had cast- but you remembered him. Somehow, his spell left you unaffected.
Maybe it was a strange override- you'd known him your whole life, so without Peter, you'd have no memories left. And that would definitely be suspicious. Or maybe it was how close the two of you were, some unspoken rule that you can't forget the one you love most.
Peter was your entire life- he is your entire life.
And now he's gone.
But if Peter taught you anything, it's that you can't give up. He's got to be somewhere in the city, and you're going to keep looking, no matter how big New York may be.
"You're going out again?" You mother stands in the doorway of the living room of your small apartment. You've been fighting with your shoes for the last couple of minutes, accidentally waking her up. "It's very early."
"I have to, Mom, I can't waste any time-"
"I know, I know," she sighs. Your mother is your biggest supporter, but even she is doubtful. "This... boy, your friend that no one remembers- an Avenger, a superhero. You have to find him, but... but, sweetheart, are you sure that-?"
"Yes, I'm sure- no, I'm not losing my mind, even if everyone thinks I am. I'm going to find him, if it's the last thing I do." You put your foot down, standing with your arms crossed.
Your mother sighs. "Okay- but at least wear a coat; it's horrendous out there."
You give her a sheepish smile, then a nod. Grabbing your coat off of the hook in front of your door, you pull it over your shoulders. You open the door, slamming it behind you and taking to the streets, once again.
Darkness still consumes the rougher area you live in, sunlight just starting to peek over the buildings. Your mother was right; the rain beats down on the stone streets, sending a chill through you as it sinks in through your jeans- your coat keeps your upper body dry, though.
You prefer the mornings. It's still quiet, the only people about are coming home from night shifts or having to make early commutes to work. On your days off from work, this is how you spend your time. Walking the streets every chance you can get. Every chance you've had for the last few months.
The only hint you got was when a strange boy came into MJ's work. You just knew it had to be Peter, but you were too busy covering a shift to be there.
As the shops start to open, businesses coming into full swing, the creeping thought that this might be another day wasted starts to take over. You're starting to think you're never going to see him again.
You should've said something. Before him and MJ started dating, you should've realised your feelings sooner and told him how much he meant to you- maybe then he would have come looking for you as well.
You stand outside a corner shop, taking the moment to check your phone. MJ has sent a picture of the view from MIT with Ned in it. You smile. Your friends went to college and whilst you stay in touch, you chose to start working after school to help your mother instead.
And to stay and look for Peter.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Miss," the voice strikes you as you look up. You blink repeatedly like you're imagining it.
Peter stands, having just come out of the shop, a bag of groceries in his hands as he talks to a woman he's just bumped into by mistake. You'd think his Spider Sense would make him less clumsy.
They have a brief interaction, before she slips past him and into the store. And he, of course, holds the door open for her.
"Peter," your voice barely comes out as a croak, watching him adjust his bag to carry it easier. "Peter!" You scream.
He freezes, looking up and meeting your eye as you stand in the pouring rain.
It's him. You can't believe it's him.
"(Y/N)?" He stands in some form of disbelief, completely unable to process that you just said his name.
"Peter!" You move forward, jogging towards him. You throw your arms around him, making him stumble backwards as he stiffens for a second.
In a heartbeat, his shopping scatters to the floor, his strong arms encasing you, pulling you in closer.
"(Y/N), oh my God," he mumbles into your damp hair. He pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "How..? I don't understand- you remember me?"
You nod, frantically. "Of course, I do."
"But... how? How is that possible?"
"I-I don't know," you shake your head, your emotions finally caving as tears roll down your cheeks.
He pulls you back into a hug, clinging onto you like he never has before.
"Why didn't you come and find me?" You sob into his shoulder. "You spoke to MJ and Ned, I know you did." You sniff. "Why didn't you find me?"
"I-I couldn't... it's hard to explain," he sighs, pulling away again. "How about we talk about it somewhere dry, hm? I've got a place not too far away."
You give a stiff nod after a moment's hesitation. "Okay."
Peter's place is somehow worse than yours. It's a shitty one room apartment with a bed, a desk and a kitchen in the same vicinity.
"Nice place," you attempt to joke to break the awkward tension from the mainly silent walk here.
He scoffs in response. "It's not much... but, yanno, it'll do." He takes his jacket it off, hanging it up. "Here, give me your coat." You obey, taking it off and handing it to him for him to do the same.
He sits on the end of his bed. "Guess I better explain why I've not found you, huh?"
"I mean, it'd be appreciated." You rock on your heels, staying where you're stood instead of joining his side.
"I just... I couldn't..." He lets out a deep sigh. "When I saw MJ and Ned in the café, I was almost relieved you weren't there. Standing there and watching them have no idea who I was... hurt. It hurt so much. But it would've been so much worse if you were there. I couldn't bare the thought of looking at you and you not knowing who I was. Looking at me like I'm a complete stranger- I could handle MJ and Ned," he pauses, looking at you as you step closer.
Standing in front of him, he reaches for your hands, taking them in his and playing with the old ring he gave you as a birthday gift. He smiles slightly, the fact you still wear it warming him.
"But, I couldn't handle it with you." He looks up. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't face you as a stranger. My (Y/N) looking at me like I don't know anything -everything- about her?" He shakes his head, pushing his lips into a thin line. "I just... couldn't."
"I remember you. You should've."
He snorts. "Yeah, well, I know that now, don't I? You found me instead. Guess you've learnt something from me."
"Not really," you scoff. "I looked for you. Everyday for months since you vanished. I felt crazy- everyone thinks I'm losing my mind. But I knew I wasn't; I had to find you."
"I can't believe the spell didn't work on you," he chuckles lightly, and you grin, laughing too,in disbelief more than anything.
"Must be special," you joke, giving him a mischievous grin.
He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I coulda told ya that."
Your face suddenly becomes serious. All of your feelings for Peter flooding back in the damn breaks. It's rolling over in your mind. You swore you would tell him how you felt when you found him, that you should've done it earlier.
But now, him sitting in front of you, still playing with your fingers like they're a fidget toy, you don't know if you can.
"Hey," his voice is soft, easily able to see the internal anguish you're facing. "I know that face," he nudges you, letting his hands fall to his sides. "What's wrong?"
You shake your head, taking in a deep breath. "You know, when I lost you, I thought over and over what I'd say when I found you again. And..." You trail off.
"And what? You can tell me anything, that hasn't changed."
"I know," you huff, "and I know that you're probably still in love with MJ, and I get that but... screw it, I have to tell you. I like you. More than just a friend, and it shouldn't have taken you getting a girlfriend and vanishing off of the face of the Earth for me to realise."
You look at him, in the eyes, his expression is blank but you keep going.
"I love you, Peter Parker. And I think I always have."
"You... love me?"
"You don't have to love me back. I get it, but I just had to tell you just in case I don't get another chance and lose you again."
He laughs.
Like, he actually laughs at you, making you feel even more insecure.
"What? Why are you..? Okay, it's not that funny, asshole."
"I'm not.." He grins, leaning forward before standing up, making you step back. "I've had a crush on you since we were five. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, but I figured you didn't feel the same- I mean, you didn't act like you did. So, I tried pushing it down, dating other girls. A-and MJ meant a lot to me, but there's a reason you were the person I couldn't face."
His hand comes to your face, cupping your cheek and lifting your head to look more at him. "It's just funny because I... well, I have always loved you- and I think I probably always will."
You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, heat flushing your body as you step closer to him. Your noses brush, glancing at his lips before he fully leans in.
Your lips connect. Your hands pull on his damp shirt, his coming to your waist. You want to kiss him forever, feel him every chance you get. The heat quickly becomes more heated, the loneliness he felt washing away and the anxiety you had vanishing.
He's here.
And he's yours.
You're interrupted when your ringtone goes off.
"Sorry," you mumble as you pull away, pulling your phone out of your pocket and reading the name flashing up on your screen. "Shit, it's my Mom. Do you mind..?"
"No," he clears his throat, stepping back "'course not.
You pick up. "(Y/N)? Where are you? I've been texting you non-stop. You know I get worried when you-"
"Mom," you cut her off and she stops talking as a beat skips.
"...You found him, didn't you?" Her voice is almost happy for you, relief audibly filling her.
"Yeah," you squeak, emotions once again getting the best of you, "I found him."
Yooo, this was actually very fun to write and I very much enjoyed writing for the mcu for a change.
I have a fair few requests in atm so new requests may take a while for me to get to, but I will try to get through them ASAP.
I know most of you follow me for TMR content, but I hope you enjoyed something a bit different :))
#🌿 petri writes#🌿 petri writes mcu#🌿 petri mcu peter parker#🍃 petri mcu#peter parker#spiderman#mcu imagine#marvel mcu#x reader#mcu x reader
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I have a Doctor Who fic idea I've been mulling over but not writing for several reasons (including the fact that I am writing another Doctor Who fic right now). But the idea won't leave me alone.
And while the idea of bi-generation going back and happening to all the past regenerations in canon doesn't appeal to me, that's entirely what the fic is about, because I can't deny it's an interesting problem. And the fic is all about Fourteen realizing this has happened and helping their past selves.
The concept is that it ripples backwards in time. Do to timey wimey TARDIS stuff, any Doctors that regenerated in the TARDIS will pop up in Fourteen's Tardis during modern day whereas the others need to be "rescued" in time.
Next, you can't muck up the Doctor's timeline. Post bi-generation Three can't go off with Sarah Jane because Four does. Likewise I can't match them with a companion you know as a fact doesn't see them, but I will have wiggle room for those that we just don't know. Using Three as an example again, we know he doesn't adventure with Jo again because we see her and she complained he never visited, but there's nothing say he didn't adventure with Liz afterwards.
To sum all this up, Thirteen will reappear first, but Fourteen (on that cliff) probably won't realize the bi-generation is rippling backwards in time until Twelve shows up in the TARDIS. One, Five, Six, War, Nine, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve will all appear in the TARDIS while the others need to be rescued (Two will likely be the trickiest rescue).
Two and Four both have some strong canon support for their dates, as we see and older Two and Jamie running around in canon and Four eventually becomes the Curator. Everyone else is free game within the limits listed above.
One of the downside of this is while there are absolutely room for some particularly happy endings, (i.e. 12 and the liquid lesbians go out to find Clara and Me; 14 dumps takes 11 one year and one state over from the Ponds in NYC and calls him a taxi) there are some really unsatisfying endings too (10 can't have his Rose, things might be too messy ultimately living with Donna, Martha's a friend but has her own life so where does he go? What does he do?)
Oh, and friends, there is one more interesting little problem as technically the Doctor regenerated into the Master once. 😈
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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.
respond to the prompts out of character!
what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? These days, especially in this fandom, it's usually the relationships between either a friend's muse and the character, or another of my muses and a character. But looking at some of my main kiddos, or my OCs? I write characters that embody something that fascinates me. Frequently it's a new take on strength through adversity, or the reforging of the self after trauma. Sometimes it's something I identify with deeply, like Mace and Quinlan's struggle with the Dark from a young age. Or Yularen being willing to do bad things for the greater good as he sees it. Or Cody being a protective big brother who can't always protect his brothers. And sometimes, just because it seems fun, like with Zam!
is there anything you don’t like to write? There definitely are, though they're rare. Few and far between, aside from the obvious hard no's of various kinds. I'll write almost anything if a partner and I have enough chemistry. But some of the things I'm less comfortable with are crossovers (never been quite sure why, fandom AUs are fine, but crossovers I struggle with), true crack, and angst or smut without some kind of purpose or plot. I love me some angst, but I need the comfort after, unless I'm writing a symbolic unhappy ending for some reason. There's a few muses I have for whom that would be appropriate or canon compliant, but otherwise the angst needs a gentle comfort after or some reason.
is there anything you really enjoy writing? Basically anything else! I'm pretty flexible, if my partner is interested I'll do damn near anything tbh. I love hurt-comfort especially, but I love me some good canon divergent "what ifs" and alternate takes on how characters meet or even hook up. It's fun sometimes to see how a complicated relationship can go so many different ways, where along the forks they might have gone different directions. I love writing the inbetween moments canon never shows us, because there's never enough time to. The ways those inbetween scenes might affect entire relationships, or should have. Honestly, give me all those little bits inbetween.
how do you come up with headcanons? Usually headcanons develop from my analysis of whatever canon I accept for my muse, sometimes from small facial or body language tells during a panel/scene, sometimes by extrapolating from something they say or are described to do. But sometimes it's actually extrapolating from their relationships with other characters, both the muses of my partners and the people they interact with canonically. You can tell a lot about a character by how they interact with loved ones, for instance.
do you write in silence or do you play music? This depends on the ADHD mood of the day. Most days, I have 1-3 songs on repeat to become such a smooth background I can write without silence, but not get distracted by lyrics or the instrumentation. But some days, I need complete and absolute silence because any noise will distract me and the replies will never happen. Oh the joys lol.
do you plan your replies or wing them? Kinda both, and it usually depends on the muse the reply is for. Some I can plot out really well, or get so excited to write that I spend hours plotting the right reply. And some either flow so naturally I can wing it, or unexpectedly just decide the plotted reply isn't the vibe of the moment when I'm actually writing, and off we go to the races!
do you enjoy shipping? Oh hells yes, absolutely. Romantic, platonic, absolutely I love shipping. In the purely romantic sense, while many of my muses over my time RPing are demisexual, I am always down to give them partners, and in platonic senses, family and friends and found family are just. So wonderful.
what’s your alias/name? Liz or Argent
age? 25
birthday? April 2nd
favorite color? Dark Blue, Silver, Gold
favorite song?
last movie you watched?
last show you watched? Uhhh Family Feud I think lol.
last song you listened to? Will The Circle Be Unbroken by Peter Hollens & Malukah (Honorary shout out to Baba Yetu as well bc they've been on a two song repeat lol)
favorite food? Oooh hard choice. Steamer clams or steamed artichokes.
favorite season? Autumn
do you have a tumblr best friend? I used to have a really close friend group on Tumblr I would've tagged, but many have since disappeared. Now it's @strcngered and I against the world, lol. Though @valorums/@prodijedi and @mayxthexforce are very very swiftly making it into that same level of vibe, so I'm rebuilding slowly but surely.
TAGGED BY: @valorums
TAGGING: Ohhhh just steal it, Callie snagged most of you anyway lol.
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ASK MEME
i got tagged by @runawaymarbles, tyvm i lov doing these
What book are you currently reading?
no books atm but i'm actually getting through the entire tag of a rarepair from ff13...only 41 fics :(
What’s your favorite movie you saw in theatres this year?
did i go to a theater this year...? surely at least once. OH YEAH i went to see sonic 2. since that's the only movie i saw in theaters this year that'll be my favorite one
What do you usually wear?
comfy-at-home clothes: tank top, shorts, no-show socks, hair fork, & bandana. out & about clothes: bandana & hair fork if i'm working or my hair needs washing, otherwise i keep it loose. a lot of black pants/shorts and bright glittery monochrome or tye-dye tank tops w/ black or rainbow choker, rainbow earrings, pride bracelet, smiley face ring, rainbow ring, ace ring, and sometimes my triforce necklace. if it's cold i will also wear rainbow arm warmers/socks and fingerless gloves with the pink peace symbols on them. if i'm REALLY dressing up i will wear rainbow tights under a long shirt or short dress. wow sorry this is the longest answer so far i just really love bright fashion!!! i can't believe god nerfed me by making plus sized clothes fucking suck so bad
How tall are you?
5’1 :/
What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?
i think i'm actually a cancer LMFAO. and stuck with this username...idk about any celebrities but my birthday IS on the summer solstice which is absolutely bitchin' in my professional opinion. i could not possibly have asked for a better date although i do wish it didn't have to fall on father's day sometimes
Do you go by your name or a nick-name?
i go by liz which is not my legal first name. technically my legal middle name isn't liz either it's like elizabeth obviously but my first name is cringefail and nobody can spell it OR say it so i just don't tell most people what it is lol. i started going by liz when i was in 8th grade and sometimes my mom STILL messes it up...
Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?
no BUT as a kid i really really really really REALLY wanted pink hair. as an adult no one can stop me. kid me would be so jealous of adult me's look in EVERY way
What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?
good at: dreaming. you know how in the 40s-60s most people dreamed in black and white because that was how tv looked? apparently if you play enough video games you'll get so good at controlling a simulated environment you can simply wake up on command. i never completely mastered lucid dreaming but it's a neat trick anyway. bad at: sleeping. exhibit a: i am answering this meme at 2:30 in the fucking morning, and i have not had 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep since december 10. that's like 28 days!
Dogs or cats?
CATS!!!!!!! i like dogs too tho
What’s something you would like to create stuff for?
i would love to draw some zelda art. i just need a new tablet sadly none of the old ones work with my pc
If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?
UGH i can't post it, it's in the undisclosed project
What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?
so a very long time ago when we were teenagers my brother showed me minecraft. i played half an hour of it and then gave the controller back and told him i couldn't keep going because i would quite literally never put it down if i did. unfortunately i did NOT show that same level of foresight and self-restraint when downloading the demo of SLIME RANCHER. in my defense i was utterly unprepared for its sheer potency. i played exactly four minutes of the demo before i caved and bought it - $5 was a steal - without realizing how absolutely lethal it is to combine adhd with a farming sim especially during seasonal depression months. this thing has been churning out dopamine so fast my stupid little rat brain can't keep up. i'm frying every last pleasure receptor i ever had as thoroughly as i possibly can. i am begging one of you to physically come to my house and uninstall it from my pc.
What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?
andor 🙏 sorry to all andor enjoyers but it fucking sucked (except for the prison break)
What’s a hidden talent of yours?
i'm freakishly good at packing things. items into boxes, boxes into vehicles, organizing drawers and closets, etc. at my house we call it "tetrising" since i guess that's a pro gamer move that translates to the real world..................
Are you religious?
no i am disqualified for being gay <3
What’s something you wish to have at this moment?
a completed copy of this photo album i'm supposed to be making. i got behind bc i was playing slime rancher :(
ok im tagging @slaygentford @maulthots @brownbicon @machidielontheway @paty-ofarrell @ozymandiasdirge @moogleterra @marcelgerard @elsa12tmnt @smellslikebot @youngbenkenobi and anyone else who wants to do it, do it & say i tagged you!!
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today marks the seventh day I am trying to make a thing inspired by one of the anons on Sullina's blog. the alternate universe I have spawned in these seven days is cursed . . . but not nearly cursed enough. you will see what i mean when i finally post the first part. After about four days i pulled my head out of the keyboard and realized 'actually I have no idea how to craft a psychological horror plot.' Then I kept writing because I cannot be stopped by common sense, only by the fear of accidentally butchering the Themes.
Do you have any SDS au headcannons with a horror twist? I have butchered the canon timeline fyi. Still a character-based show so my strategy has been to make everyone just a lil more unhinged with their original canon traits. Like for instance Diane's habitual accidental (???) killing of Ban and the general destruction she causes. That is not explored at all in canon. It's like woah she's a bit crazy, just did something that would kill a human (They thought Mel was human!!) like it was nothing and didn't even aknowledge that she physically assualted someone over a misunderstanding (forest of white dreams). Meanwhile Ban has definitely killed people. But idk how much from canon I should veer off from in a horror adaptation au.
I've turned merlin into the mess she was always meant to be but I'm not gonna write a scene about that. Just imagine her doing unhinged chaos research while the newly assembled sins are barely getting along and no one is adressing the underlying issues of that. And then imagine one crisis is resolved only for merlin to burst out of her lab covered in soot, having abandoned the mission entirely, and declare that she's gonna ressurect god. And during the chaos Meliodas has to do a species reveal or risk them killing Merlin, who is broadcasting "I am at least half possessed" vibes and not listening to reason. dark crowded hotel room vibes the whole time. the demon reveal only makes things worse and merlin takes the opportunity to try to cast her spell. It backfires and would have killed everyone in the city if not for Meliodas's quick thinking. (Think that would be a wake up call, the events of Belualin happening again? imagine a shrunken merlin being in tears because that's defnitely how she is the next time they see her. not right after the disaster tho she's ditched) The kingdom is like wtf we are exiling you all, and the sins disband.
there's all the background info I haven't written down yet for season one. depending on how much of my time and braincells I want to pour into this, the sins becoming exiled from the kingdom they're supposed to be protecting could become a running gag among the sins. Like how many kingdoms are we not allowed in now? 2? Bet we can hit 5 by the end of the decade!
by now hopefully you are curious as to what's going on in my brain. And where the heck Elizabeth Liones Baltra and the others are if this is what's happening in season one. I have answers. Our sweet sweet girl is getting some real character development this time. (Several times acutally but that's a secret just between me and you shhh. The main horror I was able to inflict on this au so far is just dramatic irony. Not just what might happen as a consequence but also that secretly, quietly, someone knows. The obliviousness is enabled.)
I am a little in love with my own ideas here. I am spawning more as we speak.
If you are want to come up with a Thought for this, hit me with em! i welcome quirky traits to give an Elizabeth as well.
also Liz. I'm writing a whole thing for her. She is integral to the plot. as she should be she's great but also? I realized I don't know how to write Liz lmao. Oh well. she's a sweetheart. she can kick Meliodas's ass. she knows what healthy boundaries are and her kindness and selflessness is stronger than her fear. what more do we need.
also Mel knowing he can make connections and wanting to despite everything. he can hate himself for the Other reasons this time. the sad demon can have good fun
PLEASE THIS SOUNDS SO COOL. I want more of this so bad, the dramatic irony trope is so much fun. I would absolutely love more Ellie details, I made a post a while back about superhuman traits the Sins could have (it might have been a reblog? I think it was a reblog). If memory serves some of the Meliodas ones I had were seeing a little too well in the dark, detecting lies really easily, stuff like that. Something that would qualify the Sins as humans but a little to the left, if you know what I mean. I'd love to do a headcanon swap about your AUs and mine if you're up for it!
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mmkay the day is getting away from me a bit but that’s all right. got up at 5:30, left comments on a couple student drafts, showered/got ready, then had two meetings with students who are working on grad school SOPs. that was a nice way to start the day, as it got me up & out of my bedroom (always the biggest hurdle I face lol). then i spent some time updating my 2022 recipes document, which was fun. in five months I’ve cooked 47 new dishes! i’m thinking about doing a little project later where i write down the names of all the dishes I’d cook again on little folded-up pieces of paper, then put them into a big jar to pull ideas from anytime i’m feeling uninspired or want to shake things up a bit. i think that might help me remember dishes i really liked but don’t automatically think of when i’m trying to decide on a meal.
i feel a little bleh today but i think it’s because 1) it was such an overcast morning, 2) i am still a little bit in the funk of old job! it’s going to take some time to shake off the dominant mood of the past 10 months!, and 3) i’ve been feeling unusually socially isolated this weekend. i like lots of time alone but at certain moments the alone time can start to tip over into loneliness, especially when everyone is busy (traveling or working or with family). i’m sure the feelings are also probably exacerbated by social media... like it seems as if everyone else in the entire world has long weekend plans whereas i’m just puttering around at home in my usual routines, trying to fill empty time. but that’s ok... i’ll be back at work tomorrow, with tons of social contact with new people, and this slight gloom will pass. i think/hope work will eventually help me make friends (lots of women around my own age who share similar interests) and will at least push me to get out of the house every day. plus i only have two more months until L & A move here, and liz is such a friend-making force that i will hopefully just be able to ride her coattails into a larger social circle aha. i should also probably pick up some hobbies that will get me out of the house... will have to think on that more.
okay okay. shake off the gloom jes! the sun is starting to slowly come out so i should probably get outside. i think i’ll eat real quick then pack the dogs into the car and drive to this park/little trail system near our house we haven’t explored yet. getting some outdoor time & exercise will probably make me feel better, and then i can come home and work on my little recipe jar project if i want, or read this 70-page report if i am in the mood to work on job-related stuff, or curl up on the big couch and read six of crows. might get dinner with my sister tonight if she gets off work earlyish, but tbd!
#i wish i was writing in earnest! but i am having trouble! story of my life!!#but also maybe i just need to push through the inertia and do some sprints to force my brain to start working
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The Jonicles - Entry 21
It is currently the 3rd of August, 2022 at 8:28 am, and it's a nice temporate Wednesday. I'm sitting on the ground at school just... writing this I guess??? Yeah.... Not the best writing position nor place, I know. It is currently day #76 of my Jon Arbuckle hyperfixation. It's almost day #80. I am almost horrified.
He doesn't like to admit it, but whether Garfield likes it or not, Jon is his sole caretaker. Jon does everything a cat owner could do for Garfield; gets him food, gives him pats, cooks him lasagna, takes him for walks, gives him the occassional bath, and gets him checked up at the vet. The same goes for Lyman's dog, Odie, who is now under Jon's loving care after the tragic disappearance of our boy in '83... Jon is a constant in Garfield and Odie's life, they depend on him to take care of them and to provide a living space for them. And in turn, Garfield and Odie are a constant in Jon's life. He needs them as much as they need him. As a reclusive, lonely and struggling man living almost entirely by himself in a small cosy house, Jon finds himself often talking to Garfield about his issues more often than not. Yes, he has Liz, and he also has the occassional chat with Irma at the coffee shop, but we don't really see Jon talking to any friends in his life outside of his immediate family. So, Jon needs these animals with him to feel connected and to just talk to someone every once in a while.
But what would happen if that all disappeared one day? What would happen if Garfield and Odie suddenly just weren't there for Jon?
Readers, I'd like to talk briefly about a storyline in the Garfield strip that went from the 25th of August, 1986 to the 28th of September, 1986. It is a storyline where Garfield and Odie go missing for, I'm assuming, more than a few days at least, and the significance of the effect it has on Jon Arbuckle. It's interesting to me not only because it's apparently the third time Garfield went missing, but it also brings a lot of insight to the psyche of Jon and his odd behaviours. It's interesting because Garfield and Odie are not only in a different environment (Odie gets taken in by a little girl and Garfield enters the circus), but we get to see a little of Jon's dependency on his pets and just the extent of how much this disappearance really could have messed with him.
The storyline basically starts with Jon telling Garfield to go get the newspaper, and so, a disgruntled Garfield does go outside to get the paper. However, being a creature of curiosity, Garfield thinks "I wonder what would happen if I just kept right on walking?" and thus, he strolls out onto the street to God knows where. 10 minutes pass, and Jon asks Odie to go find the fat feline.
The next strip after this one is where we can immediately begin to see Jon's dependency on Garfield and Odie crack open. Jon, in the last two strips, was at his normal routine of having a nice cup of hot coffee to sitting down on his possibly 100th armchair that has yet to be claimed by the vengence of Garfield's claws. Yet, in this strip which is also displayed above, Jon is laying down on the couch, shoes off, staring at the ceiling. It has presumably been a long time since Odie went to go look for Garfield, as Jon proclaims "Gee, I sure miss the boys". Jon then suddenly sits up, having been startled by something, before realising it was just the gaunt, harsh quietness of being alone. Jon is acting quite strange here, it's as if Garfield and Odie have been gone for an hour, and maybe they have, but hasn't it only been around 10 or so minutes? It's certainly not unusual to miss your pets, but Jon seems to already be grieving their absense. Jon is so used to having the little guys around that it's weird having it be completely silent, but when we take into account the insecurities Jon has, it's more depressing and heartbreaking to see him mope around like this.
Garfield has always been someone that Jon could talk to and vent his feelings out. He's a lonely man, so in place of proper socialisation he could have had with Lyman, Jon copes by talking to his cat and just vent out all his thoughts to. Jon has a very loud mind, he's constantly having these little thoughts that just need to come out sooner or later, but when the cat suddenly isn't around to do that, what's he to do? Just sit around all day in the deafening void of his own racing thoughts? Succumb to the void of self loathing and depression alone? It's no wonder Jon reacts this way. He's lonely, secluded, near desperate, he needs someone who he can talk to now that Lyman's gone, but no one's there, and he is truly alone. Depressed, lonely, worried about his pets, He just lays there quietly, his thoughts starting to becoming too much to resist the urge to blurt them out in a futile attempt to be heard by something.
And considering this next strip, I have the feeling Jon didn't take it very well.
This strip probably takes place maybe 20 or so minutes after the previous one, and after just sitting around doing nothing in that small little house, worrying his nuts off about his pets, Jon's boredom and stress starts to get to his head. His own thoughts are just too much, where are his boys? Why haven't they come back yet? Jon yells out to them from the window, "GARFIELD! ODIE!? WHERE ARE YOU?". Note the exclamation mark and question mark combo used when Jon calls out for Odie. Characters usually have this punctuation combo when they are incredibly confused, shocked, or near losing it, and the latter appears to be true for Jon. "HA-HA, GUYS. THE JOKE'S OVER. NOW COME BACK HERE!" he shouts, as his neighbour peeks at him from over the fence. Jon, in a state of desperation, begins to laugh unnaturally, his eyes crossing, laughing out in hopes that Garfield and Odie will come running back to him as he makes his neighbour progressively more concerned for his mental wellbeing.
What's happening here are the telltale signs that Jon is in denial, and that he also has an apparent dependency on his pets.
Jon isn't used to being alone for this long. Think about it, Jon may be lonely, but he is almost never physically alone. No matter where he is, Garfield is usually always with him. At resturants, at the shops he goes to, at dinner dates, over at the farm, Garfield is always there to tag along with Jon that I wouldn't be surprised if Garfield was his emotional support pet. One of the only reasons Jon hasn't fully snapped yet is because he has his pets by his side to keep him company. But to suddenly have no one by your side is scary, saddening, depressing, and Jon, unable to take the realisation of true loneliness growing bigger and bigger inside his head... He starts to lose it. He's never been without Garfield or Odie by his side for years, so to suddenly be completely alone without his pets, without a friend, without Lyman, without anyone... Jon has only had to deal with this a few times, he can't take it that well. He's in denial, and he's desperate. He just wants everything to return to normalcy. He can't take it, so he doesn't take it, which is why this strip is both so interesting and so saddening to me. It really shows how lonely (and relatable) Jon is in his life, I can't even imagine if he lost his pets for good.
The next strip I want to talk about also makes me quite sad. After trying and failing to find Garf and Odie through an ad in the paper (see: August 31st, 1986), Jon sits down in a chair, defeated, deciding to watch television to get his mind off things. "I don't know why I should be so upset over Garfield and Odie leaving." Jon thinks to himself solemnly, resting his tired head in his palm. "It's not like they're family or anything". Jon continues to watch television sadly, when what I think is a Public Service Announcement or something plays and says "It's 10:00. Do you know where your children are?". Thoughts of Garfield and Odie rush back to Jon's mind as he recoils, suddenly struck again with the bitter reality that it's been a day or two since his beloved pets had run away, and he cries openly. He misses them so much. So, so much.
What I find interesting about this strip is the mention of knowing where your children are. Jon is a cat dad, we know that, but think of the language Jon often uses towards Garfield and Odie. He often refers to both of them as his "boys" and not his pets, saying things like "Okay boys, time for a walk!" and whatnot. Whenever he takes Garfield somewhere and he misbehaves, he scolds him like a father would. Heck, even in Garfield Gets Real which I still regard as one of the strangest Garfield movies I've ever seen, when Garfield, Odie, Nermal and Arlene get into his car, he calls them all "kids"! Jon not only was reminded of his pets because the TV reminded him they were missing, but because Jon sees them as almost being his own kids. And in a way, they are. Garfield and Odie are brothers by bond, and Jon's always there to take care of them, feed them and raise them. I have this headcanon that Jon has always wanted to have kids of his own but never got around to being able to, so to me personally, this little detail about Jon has always been one of interest to me.
But this also matters because of the importance Garfield and Odie have to Jon for him to see them as his boys, his kids. Garfield and Odie matter so much to Jon, he'd be lost without them, as seen with the previous strips. He cares about them, he loves them, but most importantly, he needs them. He needs them by his side, he needs them for support, he needs them to feel loved and cared for in his lonely, unlucky life. And in return, Garfield and Odie need and care for Jon too.
Jon is very dependent on his pets. I mean, he literally begins to lose it when they're not there anymore. For the longest time, Garfield was the only person he could talk to. Before Liz became his partner, Jon would barely even be able to start a conversation... Not that he was able to start one with a cat, but regardless, Garfield was Jon's only form of socialisation. I mean, the cat even says it himself, "Jon, you're so insecure". Jon needs these two, otherwise what is he to do with himself? This really reminds me of Garfield Minus Garfield, granted that one's slightly different because it implies Garfield never existed in the first place, but still. You take Garfield away from Jon and you expose the insecurities and vulnarabilities of a sad, lonely man that all of us can relate to in one way or another (except i-hate-jon-arbuckle). This is why the ending to this storyline is even more heartwarming, because when Jon finally finds the two in a pet store, he takes them home in his arms, his face beaming the whole way in the sunset. Finally free from his loneliness and finally in a secure spot once again, Jon is happy to have his boys back home, safe and sound. It's nice, it's heartwarming, it's adorable, it's secure.
There is one more thing though that I wanna quickly mention and that's the detail of when Garfield enters the house in the last strip, you can see that the walls have visible cracks, the wallpaper's falling apart in some places, Garfield mentions that there's dry rot, which really makes me concerned for Jon, as without his pets, the house started to go into shambles along with his mental state. It's a small implication, but it matters. And so does Jon. And I know, "He's going to get sentimental about a cartoon character again, what else is new", but really. If Jon were real, I just want him to know that I and so many other people truly care about him, whether he knows it or not. Details like this make me concerned for him, and I just want to reach out, give him a hand, talk with him, and be his friend. I want to help him through his struggle and make him feel less alone because I care for him. Jon, you have proven to me that you are a strong man. You have struggles, you have issues, and sometimes it's hard. It's tough, I've been through shit too and I can tell you that it's not easy at all. And that's why it's worth it when you hold on and live though it to see the end. And it may seem useless, but please know that it isn't, and that you can do this, bud. I believe in you, Jon. With today's struggles comes tomorrows strengths, stay strong, Arbuckle. :)
Last edited at 6:28 pm. Long school day!
Not much I want to say here, other than I just... I just wanna hug Jon, man...
Cheers,
Your Local Jonnoisseur
Posted on the 3rd of August, 2022 at 7:06 pm.
#jonicles 21#there's SO MANY#i wonder what number entry will be on day 100....#my bets are on entry 28#should i start tagging these with ''arbuckle positivity'' just to piss people off#i should#arbuckle positivity#teehee#free hugs for jon#<3
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Hallo, ich wollte nur sagen das die Blacklist bis zum furchtbaren Ende von Staffel 8 wunderbar war. Meine 2 Hauptrollen waren Klattenhoff und Boone. 2 Supersymphatische und authentische Schauspieler. Bis staffel 8 War es Love and Crime. Aber alles danach War für mich nur durch Ressler in Ordnung. Vielen lieben Dank für deinen Job .
(Translation: Hello, I just wanted to say that the blacklist was wonderful until the horrible end of season 8. My 2 main roles were Klattenhoff and Boone. 2 Super likeable and authentic actors. Up until season 8 it was love and crime. But everything after that was ok for me only because of Ressler. Thank you very much for your job.)
I totally agree with you. I loved Keenler, and they FINALLY got them together, only to kill her off a few episodes later. Unforgiveable on the part of the writers. After they killed off Liz, I lost all my joy in the show. A show that I had lived and breathed for 8 years, had written tons of Keenler/Ressler fanfics about, and had willingly organized and participated in fandom events.
But all of that was destroyed in 822. Actually, it started when Megan took her 9 episode self imposed sabbatical, protesting her displeasure with the powers that be, or the network, or both. It was unbearable during those weeks. It didn't help that I lost so much respect for Megan during that time.
Like you, I now only watch the show for Ressler, but season 9 was very hard to watch. It wasn't enough that they killed off Liz (over their obvious falling out with Megan), but they jumped forward two years to distance themselves from 822 which I actually welcomed - until they then proceeded to make the entire season STILL about 822 and Liz's death.
I didn't mind the flashbacks to see how Ressler spiraled down, and where they had been since her death, but when they turned S9 into their crusade of making Red out to be completely innocent in her death, I was furious. Red got her killed, plain and simple. He was always the only one who brought danger into her life. So their making Marvin out to be the bad guy and completely destroying his character in the process made me so angry. And don't get me started on 'Agent' Dembe Zuma...
But I will continue to watch for Ressler, despite my misgivings with the direction the show has gone. I guess I can be thankful that Diego didn't suddenly announce he was leaving the show just like Amir and Laura. Though how much of that was the actor's choice and how much was network budget cuts, we may never know.
I guess we wait until January now for Season 10. But hiatus is not like it used to be. I used to hate this break, and count down the days until it returned and spend the months writing multi-chapter Ressler fanfics to tide me over. But not any more. Now I am almost thankful I don't have to watch what the show has become every week, compared to how great it was in the beginning. And that is sad.
Thank you for the messages over the past week, and your kind words.
#I long for the good old days of The Blacklist#It's not the same anymore#They ruined it#Ran it into the ground#Destroyed everything good about it#But I am here for Diego to the end
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*sighs* Please do not block me because I have got to say something. Like you said, if I loved you less, I could talk about it more. I FEEL THE SAME. And god, I love you so much. Knowing you for so long, it's been ages and all these years you have put up with my idiot self. I just, go roll your eyes because it's going to be emotional, grab your support knife. You are my greatest inspiration to write and strive to be better. Your writing has been, since day damn one, been heaven and I always get so excited whenever you write and post, not just our stuff but in general, you getting excited about things. I have so much I want to say but can't find the words, alright? You are such a joy to be around, you are so creative, so talented, your entire blog literally transports me into another dimension. Not just Akina here but any previous blog before. I am so fond of all the ships we have ever written whether they were super soft like the crime babies Milos and Kirill or Liz and GJ and the genius idiots Mart and Serkan. You have stuck with me this long and now you will never ever get rid of me, I hope you are very well aware of it. Your OC's are always the most dimensional characters you could ever imagine, there goes so much thought, preparation and love into it and I am never not in awe about it. What I mean to say is, I love you so much. With knives. Guns. Whatever. All of it. I wish I could phrase it properly but I literally smile so big when I see you on the dash, when we talk, when we write, I get little hearts in the eyes. Okay, I will stop being gross now. Here are some hearts. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 And some knives so its not that serious ;) 🔪🔪🔪
no i will literally block you . i'm holding my knife i'm inching closer to the window .. how dare you fr . bc yeah , if i loved you less i'd talk about it more . and you know what , i genuinely adore you so much . whenever i come online i know that you might be watching and something in me just kinda makes me want to post more things because i know someone is watching and more importantly supporting my content . it's such a nice feeling and ik whatever i will do i won't be able to make up for it . your brain is so b i g , like the map you drove for your book must be enough to say that . you're so kind , you're so full of warmth even tho sometimes you can get violent but only with your characters ; which i support , truly , fully . and gOD !!!! do you remember marty and serkan like ew ew they were so gay for each other they were kinda desperate . and gangjae is a little head over heels for a hot milf who likes knives as much as he does phew , sometimes he calls her when he's high in the club and says something stupid like ' my strippers are hot but none of them are as hot as you are :( ' . stupid bastard . bUT ANYWAY what i wanted to say is that i'm slow with most things , i don't write with you as much as i actually want to but know that god please know that you're always on my mind . i would die for you . now get out bc it got so mushy man wtf . 🔪🔪🔪
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September 6: AHS 5x05 Room Service
Tough afternoon for me but I did enjoy watching AHS
Tough afternoon for me but I did enjoy watching AHS. I didn’t find this episode particularly scary, but I thought it was feel good, which is honestly more of what I’m looking for right now anyway. And it had its moments of humor, unlike the last one.
The weakest part of today’s ep was definitely the vampire kids story line. I vaguely remember feeling increasingly dissatisfied/annoyed with Alex over the course of the season and maybe feeling a bit like her story went off the rails at some point in a way pertaining to the vampires and that’s coming back to me now. I was remembering her becoming their ‘nanny’ but had totally forgotten the measle-vampire-middle-schoolers thing. I don’t know, man, I liked Alex a lot but I lost a lot of respect for her in this one. Impulsively turning herself into a vampire, okay. It was well established that she would do anything to be with Holden again. But turning this unvaccinated child into a vampire? The consequences of that were very predictable. And a lot of time was spent on them, given how predictable they were, how minor all these characters were, and how over the top the concept was.
The strongest part was Liz Taylor’s back story. This was honestly the story that I remembered the most from the series as a whole, and it does hold up. It… does not really match genre with the rest of the show. It’s not horror. It’s uplifting, feel-good, even empowering in a way. A little tear-jerky at certain parts. I got the distinct impression that Lady Gaga wasn’t the Countess so much as she was Lady Gaga but you know what, ultimately, it’s fine. It’s an enjoyable story, just like Iris (who so recently we were supposed to view as the Worst Mother and Also Person Ever) finding herself and ‘really living’ is enjoyable and uplifting and cathartic. Yes, I wanted her to eat the hipsters. Yes, the hipsters were very purposefully very edible. It was still satisfying.
I didn’t entirely get how the timeline of this episode was supposed to match up with the last. For the most part, I’d say they were simultaneous: most of the last episode focused on the Detective, most of those on everyone else. But then there’s that scene of him getting fire about midway through… The scene with Sally I get, as something that could have happened later in the day or evening, but the scene with his boss really seemed like it was happening earlier, which implies to me that actually the two episodes are consecutive. (Honestly it doesn’t really, it’s just funnier to say that because the beginning of this one includes the morning of Halloween, implying that last episodes’ monsters’ ball or whatever was actually at 6 am or something.)
My favorite humors moments were Iris and Liz disposing of the bodies (“You think I went too far?” / “Not at all.”) and the vampires examining Iris like they weren’t sure what was different.
Also, even though we didn’t get much of her, I was glad to see even just a scene of Ramona Royale.
I’ve been writing this off and on over a long period when I should have been showering and sleeping, so! Good enough. Off to bed.
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