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iwasneverth3re · 1 year

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Do you think Gun would be into flower arranging? Cause he has this vibe that he's a very talented artist. (Liker Mfer is too talented.)

Never thought of combining Gun with flower arrangements but I think the idea is very cute! Aside from counting money, spending money with Goo (you can't tell me that these two don't go shopping together), and ruining people's lives, I could see that possibly being a hobby of his. Or even something that he just happens to be good at because he is one talented mfer (he's so hot for that).

Being born into one of the most notorious and powerful yakuza clans, Gun was born into a life of crime and a lavish lifestyle. Back when he lived in Japan during his early teen years, Gun was always used to seeing each room having an intricately-made flower arrangement dead-center on every table. There weren't many things that Gun cared for in this world but he always appreciated floral arrangements and the thought and effort that go into it. And like the talented individual Gun is, it's no surprise that Gun was also gifted in arranging flowers.

It's not something that Gun gets to do often as he is already too busy with other things to prioritize. But whenever he does get the chance to do the aforementioned activity, he enjoys it. He'll even take classes if it means improving his skills and learning different techniques. Which is why Goo was surprised one day when Gun randomly brought a vase full of flowers into their apartment one day. Goo teased the overly serious man about it and jokes about how Gun is in love or his lover bought him flowers but the raven-haired man tuned out his blond coworker. Gun just wanted to put something nice to spruce up their rinky-dink apartment that they're currently staying in.

Or whenever Gun and Goo were on a vacation on an island, Gun would pick flowers from across the island and of course, arrange it into however he wanted after going through the trouble of finding all the flowers he wanted until he was satisfied.

Even Goo is surprised over how artistically inclined Gun is.

#I'm so sorry for always going into a rant whenever you ask me questions aldjshak #Mica: *asks a simple question of what my thoughts are on Gun and something*#Me: *GOES INTO AN UNNECESSARILY LONG RANT ABOUT MY THOUGHTS AND OPINION ON SAID QUESTION*#I remember writing a long ass essay to Adrien (that took me an hour to write although you can't tell bc of how messy it out-of-place #Everything was) bc they wrote a request I submitted to them and I wanted to show the adoration and gratitude I had towards them for writing #My request AND LIKE HERES THE THING #IM AWFUL WHEN IT COMES TO DMs BC I GET HELLA AWKWARD WITH THEM FOR SOME REASON BUT I'LL ALWAYS WRITE A LONG STRING OF TAGS IN POSTS INSTEAD #OF DIRECTLY INTERACTING WITH SOMEONE LIKE ITS AWFUL #ANYWHO #I added in some stuff for Gun's backstory bc ptj still hasn't revealed anything about him so I decided to throw in some of my lore just bc #I feel like if Gun wasn't so into the gangster life and was a well-functioning member of society #Besides being good in business and finance #I feel like Gun would be an artistic guy and idk why but I just feel like he would be good in art #Anyway thank you for sending me soft Gun Mica!#You are always putting me through a crisis whenever you send me smth about Gun! /lh #Thank you for always blessing my eyes like you have my loyalty and love #Marvelous mica❤💛#Li li speaks💬#Li li asks💬#Li li's asks💬

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thatqrfanblogger · 4 years

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Valentine’s Fic #3 — “Bad Habits”

Hamburr fic (mentions of Burrdosia throughout)

Obligatory PSA b/c this is goddamn tumblr: Smoking bad. Don’t do it. (But seriously, I don’t even do it, I just know people who do.)

He’s never cared for parties. He almost didn’t go to this one, except that one, he needs to schmooze Washington in a context where he’s more relaxed, and thus more likely to listen, and two, he’s been told by his supervisor that he needs to be more of a “team player.” The latter makes no sense to him, because he’s been nothing but agreeable with everyone despite how difficult they’re being and how determined they seem to be to dislike him, but perhaps he’s been playing the wrong game. Well, here he is, at a function that, given the paltry decorations, is apparently meant to be all play and no work, and he’s fucking game.

And yet he is still goddamn losing.

Washington spent their entire interaction distracted and subtly signaling to him that he’d rather be anywhere else, before conveniently being called away from Aaron mid-sentence, one of his teammates dubbed him “the worst” when he tried to make simple conversation, his supervisor told him, “Lighten up, it’s a party,” as if he isn’t aware of that, as if he didn’t show up here for the purpose of showing her that he could in the first place, and Theodosia—

Theodosia’s here with her husband. They’re getting along again. Which he supposes is good for her, even if he firmly believes the man isn’t. A belief he holds because of things she’s told him, not because of his personal relationship with her, he is perfectly capable of separating his feelings from his beliefs, and he told her so himself.

(“That’s part of the problem,” she’d responded, and refused to clarify when he asked her what that meant. Which means he has no means to fix whatever went wrong between them, and he wonders if perhaps that was the real point. Perhaps she’d rather fix things with her husband than with him. (Perhaps she’s right.))

He steps outside for a smoke. Bad habit, he knows, but so is Theodosia, and since she isn’t about to alleviate his stress levels tonight, this will have to do.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

Good God. He’s out here to get away from stress; why is its human form choosing to accompany him out here of all places?

“Good evening, Alexander,” he says, not daring to look, “Shouldn’t you be out there? With your friends?” He tries to keep his voice friendly, but he can’t help the knife that slips out on the word friends. It’s one of many edges Alexander’s gained over him without even trying.

(Not that he doesn’t try. Good God does he try. He tries Aaron’s patience every day.)

“I needed a break,” he says simply, stepping right beside him, unnecessarily close, as he blows out a smoke cloud that mixes with Aaron’s.

“You needed a break,” Aaron repeats, “That’s it? No verbal essay? No six-hour speech? No long, tangent-filled rant about why you needed one and what asshole you happen to hate this hour?”

“Not tonight,” Alexander says, and there’s something strangely somber about his tone, almost pensive.

Hmm. That wasn’t the response Aaron was expecting. Normally he would’ve said something snarky about Aaron’s supposed inability to voice an opinion, as if ability were the same as action. Is there something wrong?

He dares a glance at Alexander, and it’s more transparent when he’s seeing him, seeing the dejected body language, far less energetic than usual, the deep sigh as he exhales more smoke, the distant look in his eyes, reflective, just as the stars reflect off his eyes in turn, the white starlight accentuating the deep brown and—

Aaron quickly looks forward again. As he brings his cigarette to his lips, he feels Alexander’s gaze on him, and tries to convince himself that the hot, uncomfortable feeling in his lungs is just his body rejecting the nicotine, reminding him not to do this again, but he feels trapped in this somehow, in more ways than one.

“I heard,” Alexander says, uncharacteristically slow, “you had a special someone on the side, Burr.”

“Had, yes. Past tense.”

“Ah.”

Breathe in, breathe out.

“So I take it you didn’t bring her with you tonight, then.”

“No,” Aaron says, turning back to Alexander with a hard glare, “She brought her husband, actually.”

“Oh, shit!” Alexander laughs, more nervous than amused by the sound of it, his smile fading when he takes in Aaron’s expression. “Sorry. That… that can’t be easy for you.” His eyes are so sincere, as if he really does feel for him, almost as if he cares about Aaron.

Which is ridiculous. Of course he doesn’t. And Aaron does not owe him any more information. He turns away.

“So what about you? What are you doing out here?” he asks. Not because he wants to know, just because… because. It’s only fair that Alexander share, since he dragged it out of Aaron. And if he starts in on one of his long speeches again, perhaps Aaron can tune him out as usual and they can go back to normal, instead of… whatever’s going on right now.

“Aaron… do you think I deserve to be here?”

That was… more vulnerability than Aaron was prepared for. But well, he is the one who asked.

“Of course.”

“You don’t… you don’t think it’s just because of Washington?”

“Well,” Aaron says, “none of us would be here if Washington didn’t at least tolerate our presence, so he’s certainly got something to do with it.”

“No, I mean— Never mind. Forget it.”

Aaron’s cigarette is burning low, but he doesn’t want to leave, not just yet. He considers lighting another, but he’s not sure if that’s what he wants.

(Perhaps it’s better not to be sure; whenever he is sure what he wants, it evades him. Perhaps it’s better to never want at all.)

Fingers brush against his, and with a start, he realizes it’s Alexander’s hand, dangerously close to his own.

“Sorry,” Alexander says softly, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

He turns. Alexander is staring right at him, like he wants something. Aaron can’t be sure what it is, but his eyes, his eyes pin him with this questioning, curious, and almost desperate look. Alexander is searching for something Aaron isn’t sure if he can give, reassurance perhaps.

(Or perhaps something else entirely, but Aaron will keep that thought to himself, Aaron will get his nerves under control and treat Alexander like the nuisance he is, instead of giving into some bodily reaction that is probably just withdrawals from Theodosia, nothing more.)

“You work very hard, Alexander. Perhaps too hard sometimes, but I do not doubt your dedication. And anyone else who does is fooling themselves.” The words come out stiff and awkward and stilted, lacking his usual smoothness, but he’s doing his best to put verbal distance between them, everything feels too close and too fast, his heart is beating too fast, and his feet are rooted where he stands, gaze glued to Alexander’s beautiful, captivating eyes.

Perhaps he is fooling himself, when he tells himself that this is just about missing Theodosia, that what he’s feeling is nerves, that he hasn’t had the thoughts racing through his head right now, that he hasn’t wondered about this since the moment Alexander tapped him on the shoulder and asked him his name and stared at him with the utmost wonder and admiration, as if starstruck by Aaron’s very presence.

Alexander has long since gotten over his hero-worship, but he sees a glimpse of that look in his eyes tonight, and he can’t look away, can’t help but want to believe he hasn’t gotten over it entirely, can’t help but want.

Alexander looks down and smiles, almost bashful. His hand brushes Aaron’s again, but this time Alexander holds on, laces their fingers together, and steps closer. “Someone said I was sleeping my way to the top.”

“Ridiculous,” Aaron says, trying for a scoff but too breathless to fool anyone, even himself.

Alexander looks up at him again, eyes dark and wanting. “I’ve actually never slept with any of my coworkers before.” His eyes flit in the direction of the party for a moment, perhaps to indicate Theodosia, who’s probably more than enjoying herself with her husband right now, not even thinking about Aaron, but then his gaze returns to Aaron’s and he smiles at him, teasing. “Any advice?”

Breathe in, breathe out. “Don’t get caught.” In, out. “Wait until you’re somewhere far away, where they won’t see you.” Even as he says this, though, he squeezes Alexander’s hand tight, not wanting to let go of this, not wanting to let him go.

Alexander isn’t smiling anymore. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

His gaze is hard. Aaron swallows.

Fuck it. “Me neither,” Aaron says, and closes the distance between them.

When their lips touch, Aaron feels like he can breathe again, breathes in Alexander’s sweat and scent and cologne and whatever the hell he’s put in his hair, which he grabs and pulls with his free hand. Alexander moans and shudders against him, and when his own free hand touches the small of Aaron’s back, it feels like being struck by lightning. Alexander is a strike of lightning, more raw and electric than anything he’s ever touched, and it pulses through Aaron as he moves his hand up his spine, up, up, up, until at last he cups the back of Aaron’s neck.

They catch their breath for a moment, resting their foreheads against each other, when the door slides open.

“You know,” says his supervisor’s voice, sounding amused, “when I told you to lighten up, this isn’t quite what I had in mind, but whatever works.” She laughs, which in turn makes Alexander laugh, and Aaron joins in despite himself.

Aaron turns to her and quips, “I think this might be the most fun I’ve ever had at a party.”

His supervisor laughs again. “Good to hear it. Well, don’t let me interrupt.” She goes back inside.

Alexander breathes in Aaron’s ear, and the electricity courses through him again. “Should we take this somewhere else?”

“My place or yours?”

Alexander beams, eyes wide and shining and smiling along with his reddened, wet mouth. Aaron remembers that they’re still holding hands when Alexander pulls him, and for tonight, Aaron lets him.

(Only for tonight, he tells himself. This is not going to become another habit.)

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fantasydee · 7 years

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Fate of the Furious (Review|Rant 2.0)

After watching F8 I feel compelled to write a thorough review while my emotions are still high. I won’t lie, there will be heavy pettiness and extra shade in this post, because I am still a “Bitter Betty” after reading all of the spoilers. And I am the queen of holding grudges. Going into this film, knowing about all of the major plot points, did not ease my distaste for a particular story-line (which will be discussed towards the end). So, let’s begin with the pros. (Warning Extra-Extra LONG & SPOILERS)

The action in this film was amazing! F. Gary Gray did a phenomenal job with each major set piece. Despite having showed most of the action sequences in the trailers, seeing them onscreen is much more rewarding. From the chase scene in New York to the Final Ice Battle, each action sequence was engaging and far more intricate than the trailers would have you believe. The film did have a dark feel which, as many reviewers have mentioned, makes F8 stand out from the other fast films. The tone is more serious, more melancholy, yet our protagonists remind us why we watch these films.

The comedy component was excellent. Seeing Jason Statham play off of The Rock was great. And, of course, Rome and Tej retained their usual witty banter. Tyrese, as always, delivers when it comes to the cocky, slaptick-ish style of humor, and The Rock is the king of one-liners. These two had the audience in tears. I like Nathalie Emmanuel as Ramsey. However, I would love to see her eventually partake in some of the action. Also, I enjoyed the Shaw brothers team-up. The audience actually cheered, seeing these two alive and kicking ass together. Helen Mirren was fantastic, even though she has less than 10 minutes onscreen. I would love to see Mama Shaw return.

Charlize, of course, was an excellent villain. Unlike, Owen or Deckard, who lived by a code and fought for their own family, Cipher is completely devoid of humanity and compassion. She would probably kill her mother if she got in her way. She is absolutely wicked, and it is glorious to watch.

Dom and Letty, of course, are the two main reasons I fell in love with the franchise to begin with, and they do not disappoint. The honeymoon scene in Cuba was by far the sexiest Dotty scene of all time. I have never seen them interact the way that they did in this film and, lord, was it passionate. In spite of this, I do have an issue with the vagueness of some of their lines. While in bed Dom and Letty discuss having children. I believe Dom asks Letty “Is that what you want?” and she returns with (loosely paraphrased) “It’s not about what we want. It’s why haven’t we asked the question?” Now, I’m pretty sure Chris Morgan thought this was a brilliantly written line, but it seemed unnecessarily cryptic to me. (I have a bone to pick with Chris Morgan, but I will save that for another post). I was left unsure of how Letty actually felt about having children of her own.

On a lighter note, when the team is reunited, Dom and Letty share a beautiful moment that rivals the honeymoon scene. I feel like they showed more affection in this film than all of the movies combined... including Los Bandoleros (which I consider their first honeymoon). The kissing, the embraces, the loving/flirty glances, and even the heart wrenching exchanges, were so expressive. I truly applaud Vin and Michelle for their commitment to the emotions of their characters. Letty pulled at the heart strings of the audience and everyone empathized with her. Dom, on the other hand, portrayed a rage that we have not seen in quite a while. To be honest, I don’t think we’ve ever seen this side of Dom. Overall, the undeniable love between Dom and Letty is what kept me sane throughout this film. This is the Dotty that shippers have prayed to see; this is the Dotty that we read about in fanfics. I hope to see more of this beautiful, loving relationship in the next two films.

Now to the Cons... (Cue the Pettiness in 3...2...1)

If you’re familiar with the spoilers, then you are aware that Dom is the father of Elena’s son. After, Dom jets off to London to retrieve Letty, Elena discovers that she is pregnant. Now, this is where I call bullish!t in the plot. Furious Seven clearly makes a two year time jump into the future, this is evidenced by Jack O’Connor’s age difference between F6 and F7. Jack is all of 5-6 months old at the end of F6, and in F7 he is at least 3 years old. Dom’s son in F8 appears to be 4-5 months old, which would indicate that only 14 months have passed since F6. No stretch of the imagination will allow me to believe that Elena was pregnant for 22 months. (Either that or Jack went through one hell of a growth spurt.) Also, I find it a bit suspicious that Elena would hide her entire pregnancy from Dom. She planned on telling him when he and Letty returned from Cuba. First of all, how would Elena know that they were in Cuba to begin with, if she and Dom weren’t in contact? If they were in contact, why did Elena avoid telling Dom before he even goes on his honeymoon? It just seems inconsiderate. Why not allow Dom the chance to be a part of his son’s birth and, allow Letty the chance to process the idea of being a step-mother. Instead, Letty becomes an instant step-mother, and I’ll be damned if she gets sidelined from the action (in the next 2 films) to become mommy 2.0 to Elena’s child.

Additionally, as a Dotty fan I am a bit disturbed by the emotional scenes between Dom, Elena, and the baby. When he discovers that he has a son, Dom cries. He actually sheds a few tears. Correct me if I’m wrong, but when Dom learns that Letty, the “most important person in his universe,” “died” in F&F4, he did not shed one tear. This irked me back in 2009 and, as petty as this seems, it bothers me even more now. It actually took a child, that Dom just discovered, to break him down? Furthermore, Elena sheds tears as she watches Dom from a glass cell. Truthfully, this was very uncomfortable for me to watch, considering this is the most intimate/emotional interaction that Dom or Elena has ever had with one another. Hell, when they were “dating,” it didn’t seem like they were that affected by one another. Yet, they’re fighting tears when they see each other in F8. In my opinion, it does not feel authentic.

Overall, I admit that this film had some awesome moments. It is a great addition to the Fast saga, possessing everything that you could ever want action-wise. However... I can’t help but hope that they retcon the baby storyline in the next film. (Hell, most of the audience at my theatre scoffed at this weak storyline.) I low-key hope that Elena had a side-piece behind Dom’s back. (Hey, I said I was petty!) Anyway, I did really enjoy this film!

Now off to read some alternate universe Dotty fanfiction!

#dom and letty #fast 8 spoilers #f8 spoilers #dominic toretto #letty toretto #letty ortiz #pettybetty #ifyoulikeelenathisaintforyou #nodisrespecttoelsa #venting is therapeutic

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