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part 2
“Satoru? What color are your eyes?” Geto asks one day, when they’re sprawled on the couch together. Gojo’s head is pillowed on Geto’s chest, where the snakes happily nestle in Gojo’s fluffy hair.
“Hm, blue.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Geto is silent for a long moment.
“I bet they’re magnificent,” Geto says, then startles when Gojo lifts up slightly, one hand tugging underneath the blindfold. “Satoru, whatever you’re planning to do, stop it.”
“Darling, I’ll keep my eyes closed, I promise,” Gojo solemnly swears. He waits until Geto gives his consent before lifting the blindfold off, diligently keeping his eyes glued shut.
Geto observes the shape of his lover’s closed lids, how his eyes contribute to his facial structure, and the white color of his lashes.
“Pretty, right?”
Geto nods. “Hn.”
Geto still doesn’t trust himself without the trusty barrier of the blindfold.
Thus, he brings a hand up to cover Gojo’s closed eyes, and leans in for a kiss.
***
Gojo buys Geto a pair of his own special-grade glasses that block Geto’s entire field of vision, ensuring he can see perfectly fine while others will never make direct eye contact with him.
It’s certainly an adjustment for Geto because the glasses, shaped like visors, feel very restricting. His snakes hiss at the glasses because they don’t don’t like not being able to see Geto’s eyes.
But the glasses do give Geto more confidence in leaving the cottage to prevent him from freezing any innocent bypassers.
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Once, when Geto is out on his own, he spots a couple kids wearing the same style uniform as Gojo often does. Jujutsu Tech!
Geto decides to watch over them.
Thank fucking god he did, because there’s no way in hell whoever the fuck is in charge just let these kids walk straight into a curse’s domain.
Before Yuji switches with Sukuna, Geto intercepts and annihilates the other special grade, even without the powers of his eyes. Once the job is done, Yuji jogs up to his side.
Yuji: “Hey, thank you so much-GAH?“
At the speed of light, Geto pulls Yuji out of the crumbling domain and disappears.
The first years are completely bamboozled by what happened!
(Yuji: “Gojo-sensei, that special curse showed up again today! Well it didn’t need to help because Kugisaki and Fushiguro and I had everything handled, but I could feel it watching. Isn’t that weird?”
Gojo: “Huh, that is strange indeed.”)
Afterward, Geto presents Sukuna’s finger to Gojo. Gojo realizes Geto was looking after his students, and falls even deeper in love with him.
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Yuuta learned early on who Geto was because once Geto was watching over him but Rika was not having it! 😭
She was like “Who is this beetch?” and tries to off Geto, who flees and never looks back.
The snakes want to pick a fight with Rika so badly, but Geto has to shush them because he’s not sure even HE could take on this kid’s curse.
Also, Geto is technically supposed to be exorcized. That’s what Gojo told the higher-ups, that he had successfully defeated the infamous curse Geto Suguru.
Gojo has to do damage control, of course.
“You have Rika, and I have Suguru,” Gojo says with a shrug. “Simple as that.”
Beside him, Geto’s jaw drops open from the total lack of explanation by the fool that owns his heart. From behind his glasses, Geto pities the way the wheels furiously turn in Yuuta’s mind.
Rika pops out jus to growl at Geto.
Great. Good talk everyone.
Yuuta: “You’re telling me you’re in love with THE special grade, Geto Suguru, who’s been alive for centuries and has been constantly compared to the king of curses, SUKUNA??”
Gojo gives him a thumbs up while Geto smiles with sharp teeth.
***
Gojo Satoru is known as the strongest sorcerer alive, but that doesn’t stop Geto from being incredibly protective of him. While out on a date, Geto brings up the higher ups that clearly do not give a shit about overworking his beloved.
“Say the word and I’ll kill them.”
“I thought you didn't like killing?” Gojo asks with a cheeky smile. He takes a sip of his milkshake, then bumps his foot against Geto’s under the table.
“Satoru, I’m a curse and they are assholes. It’s the natural order of things,” Geto sniffs. His snakes hiss in agreement, very excited at the prospect of killing for Gojo.
Gojo extends his hand out, palm facing up. Geto slides his hand on top. Interlocking their fingers, Gojo conveys all the adoration he can through his uncovered eyes, hoping it penetrates through the special-grade glasses Geto wears.
“I love you too. My one and only.”
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w/ @no-one-says-hi
#jjk#satosugu#geto suguru#gojo satoru#satosugu fluff#satosugu headcanon#satosugu fanfic#goge#cerdrabbles
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So we are officially half-way through this whole series, this isn't as intense as the previous episodes and I just generally enjoy seeing the Hong family having a taste of a simpler life.
📍Though I wanna slap Hae-in's mom so hard for still being such a bitch at the family who took them in when they have nowhere else to go, and the way that she resents Hae-in for having a REAL mother and daughter bond with Hyun-woo's mom instead of her? The audacity! Like she constantly treats Hae-in like crap, she didn't care when Hae-in fainted and worried more about her son being uncomfortable in their current situation, it's kinda confusing to me that she wonders why Hae-in never treated her the way she treats her MIL. But then again, she's a narcissist and a gaslighter, what am I expecting? The Baek family are much better people than me, because if I were them and someone disrespects MY family in my OWN home, I would have kicked her out this instant and let her sleep with the cows. Shout-out to Aunt Beom-ja for calling her out for the nth time.
Edit: I just remembered this now but I'm disappointed in Hae-in's dad. He cared so much about his daughter when they found out about the divorce, but couldn't even defend her when his wife was bad-mouthing her. I'm not expecting anything from mama's boy Soo-cheol, and I get that the irony of his character is him being the head of the family only by name but in reality, he doesn't have a spine, but he could have at least tried for Hae-in. Then again, the only people who defended Hae-in were Hyun-woo and Aunt Beom-ja. 🤷
📍Hae-in is basically the only person who can put Soo-cheol in his place, but she also has a soft spot for him. The way she almost patted her brother's back to comfort her and then stopped herself because she probably found it cheesy (I mean, they're asian siblings iykyk), but stays beside him without saying anything and just letting him cry was actually heartwarming.
📍Hae-in realizing that the mp3 player in Hyun-woo was actually hers and they've already met when they were teenagers 😭 how I wish Hae-in just told him straight that it was hers so poor Hyun-woo didn't have to make some random excuses so she wouldn't feel jealous or upset (he knows a jealous Hae-in is terrifying). Speaking of which, the text message scene was killing me, the way they messaged each other (even though they didn't actually send it) was so husband and wife coded y'all can't convince me that they're divorced. I wish they'd truly reconcile already and become lovey-dovey once more!
📍While it's pretty clear that they're still very much in-love with each other, part of me feels like Hae-in is pushing Hyun-woo away so she could free him from all of these burdens and when the inevitable happens, Hyun-woo could move on. While it's true that she's still hurting with everything that happened between them, I also sense some guilt in her, I mean she's not stupid, she knows what kind of crap he'd been through while living with her family. Meanwhile, Hyun-woo willingly stayed by her side, accompanying her in medical check-ups, helping her entire family to regain what had been stolen from them, protecting Hae-in without ever asking for anything in return (not even asking her to take him back) is just...ugh! It pains me, but their current situation will surely bring them closer to each other and I would love them to have that moment where they'd just talk about them.
📍I'm not surprised that Soo-cheol is not Geon-u's father, but aren't y'all curious to know who is? And I do have the feeling that Da-hye loves Soo-cheol for real, but she hasn't realized it yet. Still faithfully waiting for that day when she'll finally help the Hong family and get rid of that witch and her walking red flag of a son. Also, I feel like Grace would also testify once these scumbags go into trial, and I hope that happens soon.
📍Speaking of the devil's child, now that the show is slowly revealing the back story of Seul-hee and Eun-seong, basically they're saying that the latter is only acting under his mom's orders who by the way he resents so much but still works with her anyway? I thought he was cunning, turns out he's actually a stupid cunt. I mean, imagine going through all of this bullshit only for us to find out that his ultimate goal wasn't to take the entire Hong family's wealth like her greedy birth giver but to take Hae-in for himself as if she's some kind of a prize or trophy that he could get after ruining her and her entire family? If that's so, then he is really an idiot. If he thinks that Hae-in would desperately crawl to him because they're poor now then he can continue to dream. Hae-in would die without Hyun-woo but would rather die than be with Eun-seong. I do have the feeling that this bitch will use grandpa Hong to black mail/negotiate with the family and god forbid bring them back to the mansion (again, wtf), perhaps the only person who would be dumb enough to take the bait is probably Mama Hong because she's well...dumb too. And no, I don't care if he cares about Hae-in being sick, he's disgusting.
📍The thing that sets him and Hyun-woo apart is how they treat Hae-in, Eun-seong sees her as some kind of an object that he could snatch even if she's already married to someone else, he doesn't take no for an answer, has crossed her boundaries multiple times and only cares about getting her. While Hyun-woo treats Hae-in like an actual human being, yes he made mistakes and hurt Hae-in in the past but he sucked it all up and is constantly doing right by her. He respects her boundaries, never makes her feel uncomfortable, and cares about her well-being. Hyun-woo would be willing to let Hae-in go if it would make her happy, while Eun-seong would gladly make her miserable if it meant being with her. These two characters my friends, are love and selfishness defined.
📍Papa Baek and Papa Hong becoming drinking buddies will never not be cute.
#kdrama#netflix#tvn#queen of tears#kim soo hyun#kim ji won#kwak dong yeon#lee joo bin#park sunghoon#baek hyun woo#hong hae in#hong soo cheol#cheon da hye#yoon eun seong#my roman empire#baekhong#i can't wait for baekhong to become the power couple they have always been once more
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HEY BESTIE!! just found your blog and I'm about to read your work. But I was wondering if you can write me a request? Please. One where Pedri (my love) is dating a female f1 redbull driver and how their relationship would be giving the schedule and stuff or if you don't know about f1 (idk) you can do like an actress!reader and pedri having a crush on her and pining over her? If you don't wanna do these, I completely understand! But be safe and have an amazing day/night.
Hi darling! Yes I can! Pedri is life, isn't he? Freaking precious (Even tho my weakness is Gavi😅). Tysm, I really hope you like my writing, please let me know!
I do know my bits of F1, not a really hardcore fan of it so I'm gonna take the Actress!Reader since I don't really know everything from it.
I did this while waiting for my class at Uni, so I hope you like it. And be safe too! Have a great day/night
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Hard Crushing - Pedri González x Actress!Reader
"Oh my god, Pedri. You're really watching again The Queen's Gambit?" Fernando, Pedri's brother, asked him after sitting on the couch next to him
"Yes I am, what about it?" Pedri said not taking his eyes off of the TV
"You're obsessed with her, aren't you?"
"I'm not, she's just a good actress!" Fernando gave him a look raising his eyebrows "Ok, maybe I do am a bit obsessed with her. But she's Beautiful, have you given her a good look? Fucking gorgeous" Pedri shook his head "And don't even get me started on her look in Last Night in Soho... AND! During Black Widow? My goodness" Pedri groaned already picturing you in said movies "Also, there were a few rumors saying she's going soon to be appearing in CM, it'll be awesome to see her as a doctora"
"CM?"
"Chicago MED" Pedri replied almost instantly looking at his brother crazily for not recognizing the TV show "Si aparece ahí, me encantaría tener las mil y un enfermedades solo para que me cure" (If she's appearing there, I'd love to have a thousand sickness just so she could cure me)
"Tú estas loco" (You're crazy)
"Thank god, she talks Spanish too" Pedri says out of nowhere ", that way I wouldn't embarrass myself more than I would probably do if I ever get to meet her"
... ...
"What do you mean Y/N Y/L/N will be here?" Pedri asked in disbelief stopping his training to hear the gossip from Balde, Araujo and Ansu
"Yes, she's coming to Barcelona apparently she'll be filming a movie here so she's gonna stay for a while" Araujo explained
"And she's fan of the Barça so" Balde ended
"I know she's fan of Barça, you don't have to tell me things I clearly know" Pedri stated making Gavi laugh "Tell me more about this visit, that I didn't knew about"
"¡CHICOS!" They were interrupted by Xavi "It's not time to gossip, we've a Clásico to win!"
Pedri watched Ansu, Araujo and Balde run off not without telling them a quick "We'll talk later"
... ...
"What do you mean I'll be cooking in front and for Y/N Y/L/N?" Gavi, Ansu, Alejandro, Ferran, Araujo, Lewandoski and Ter Stegen laughed out loud after hearing the news and watching their friend's reaction
"Yes, she's coming to Camp Nou for a whole day, she'll see you training, we'll be giving her a tour and after that we'll be doing a video with her and you were the chosen one. That will make you both good" One of the staff said "Or if you don't want to do it, we can have Gavi or Lewandowski, they were also very asked for"
"¡NO, YO LO HAGO!" (NO, I'LL DO IT!) Pedri yelled surprising the poor woman, the guys laughing once more before he composed himself and added a quiet "I mean... I don't have any problem to do it. I'd love to"
"Okay, it's settled then. Next Tuesday, Pedri"
Gavi speaks up after the woman left "This is your big chance, bro. Meeting Y/N Y/L/N, the girl you've been practically in love with ever since 2019"
"What if I mess up? Say something weird? What if she thinks I'm crazy?"
"I don't think you can mess it up that much, Pedri" Ansu said shaking his head "She's a normal girl, you can do this, I mean... What's the worst thing you can do or say to her?"
"Be confident" Araujo said showing him a thumbs up
... ...
Next Tuesday
Practice had already ended, you had already met briefly the players and they were practicing while you were given the little tour around Camp Nou.
Also, while you were getting makeup done, Pedri was showering and getting himself dressed.
"How will I be able to not embarrass myself in front of her, if just by hearing her name I go like if I have a worm inside me?"
"That's a bit gross, dude"
"¡Joder!" Pedri turned around quickly nearly giving himself a whiplash and soon wished he hadn't.
You were standing there right besides him.
"Hijo de...- Ya la cagué" (Son of a... I fucked it up already) Pedri mumbled to himself but you laughed completely hearing him
"También hablo en Español, cariño" (I also speak Spanish, darling) You said giggling finding really cute his awkwardness.
Truth is that you absolutely loved Pedri and were also a bit nervous, he was your favourite player currently at Barça. And meeting him was like a dream come true.
"Don't worry about it" You said "You're my favourite player and I'm sweating my ass off too" He laughed out loud turning around to see you wearing a smile on your face.
"I'm sorry, you're just... Incredible" You blushed "Like, I've seen all of your movies and series"
"You're incredible too" you said "Like... I always see your matches and you never fail to amaze me" Pedri smiled feeling himself blushing at your words.
"Thank you, it means a lot"
"What are you cooking today?"
"Honestly, I don't know" You both laugh lightly "I just hope that whatever I'm making won't give you a stomach ache"
"You can't be that bad"
"The only thing I do great is serve a glass of water and burned rice" You laughed
"I trust you" You said smiling lightly "You'll do great" You showed your fist up, waiting for him to bump his with yours, when you were called to start recording
"God, she's so beautiful" Pedri mumbled but you still heard it
"Thanks. You're pretty handsome too" He groaned making you laugh. You were teasing him but at the same time you were waiting for him to lose his nerves and you, lose yours.
... ...
Pedri thought this was the worst and best day of his life, you were chatting with him while he was cooking.
Don't get him wrong, you're beautiful and chatting with you was easy, his nerves turned into excitement while talking. But also, the talking with you made it for him a bit impossible to fully concentrate in the cooking.
He just hoped everything tasted good. Or eatable.
"This is really spicy" You said taking a bite from the chicken and coughing up a bit "Like really, really spicy" The whole crew laughed and Pedri covered his hands
"I'm sorry" He said
"No. I like it, I just wasn't expecting that much" You pronounced That heavier making them laugh once more "But still this is delicious" you gave another bite to the chicken showing a thumbs up
"Rate 0/10?"
"9" You said inmediately "For those who say Pedri can't cook"
"Yo tambien lo digo" (I also say it) Pedri, himself said it in disbelief, you liked his food.
"Probablemente me de un dolor de estómago mas tarde, pero, por ahora está buenísimo" (It'll probably give me a stomach ache later, but, for now this is good)
"Esto ha sido Cocina en el Nou, si te ha gustado deja un like y sigue al Barça en todas las redes sociales" (This has been Kitchen in the Nou, if you liked this video leave a like y follow Barça in all social medias) Pedri said as you both waved at the camera
You stood besides him giving him a hug and soon the cameras stopped rolling only for the staff to bring you a Barça shirt.
It was your size with Pedri's name and his number 8.
"Thank you!" You said smiling. Both of you posed for a picture as Pedri quickly signed the shirt for you "It was a pleasure meeting you" You said hugging him once more.
It was almost time for you to go
"CanIhaveyournumber?" He asked quickly as you blinked a few times to recover from his quickness
"Pardon?"
"Can I have your number? It was really nice meeting you too and I would love to chat with you more, without cameras if you'd like" Pedri said.
You smiled
"Only if you take me out on a date"
"Only one?"
"You need to win me over, González. If you keep this moves up, you'll do it in a snap of fingers tho"
You didn't need to say it twice.
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#pedri x you#pedri gonzalez#pedri barça#fc barca#pedri x y/n#pedri fluff#pedri gonzalez x reader#pedri icons#pedro gonzalez#pedro gonzález lópez#pedri x reader#pedri imagine#Pedri#pedri blurb#M. Is writing#writing#fc barcelona
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So I may have decided to do some work on a 19th century AU ha ha ha sorry pls let me know if anyone else has already claimed it for themselves
And hilariously, it is an AU based on Restart, so it'll have Allani and her banter with Narinder. At least I hope it'd be good banter.
So think Pride and Prejudice vibes but Cult of the Lamb
And it might be because I watched the movie Emma. And because it was the time of the year to watch Pride and Prejudice, and Sense and Sensibility.
Bishops: Royal family of the Lands of the Old Faith, each sibling has a title
Shamura: the ruler, obvs
Narinder: doesn't flex his title or royal family status and just wants to do his own thing, which gets him estranged from the others because they see him as shirking his duties. He's only on good terms with Leshy and they visit each other on occasion, causing rumors that they're conspiring against Shamura
Ratau: mayor, retired military officer, owns a shipping company with Ratoo
Ratoo: retired naval officer, usually out on voyages with The Goods™, not sure if I'd have his fiancée lost to sea/drowning incident or have her in town because they deserve a happy ending
Baal and Aym: learning magic and combat from Ratau (and sometimes Ratoo when he pops up)
Forneus: owner of the local inn
Lamb (I'll be honest, it's Allani from Restart): adopted daughter of Ratau, he found her during a campaign in which her hometown was razed, there were a few other survivors who joined his town, also learning how to magic and combat from Ratau
Hauron: another survivor and adopted son of Ratau, super protective cousin of Allani
Rakshasha and the missus: work in Forneus' kitchen? Or should they work in Narinder's kitchen idk
Plimbo: another employee of Ratau and Ratoo, always complaining about his MIL visiting him and his wife every other week
Midas: that guy who owns super decked out place and has parties all the time, and MAYBE some out-of-towners go missing after, and MAYBE he has a few new sculptures in their likenesses after, but no one asks questions
So Narinder might be this mysterious gentleman who just moved into the big house down the street, whatever, no big deal, sounds like he's been Ratau and Ratoo's benefactor and is finally showing his face etc.
Narinder comes by to discuss business matters with the Rat brothers when she runs into him and goes "excuse me you aren't even gonna apologize?" when he acts all "ugh you messed up my coat"
Meanwhile Ratau in the background shaking his head and silently mouthing "NO STOP"
Narinder decides he does need some employees to care for his home and hires Allani, Hauron, the Twins, and other townspeople
Cue verbal sparring as Allani challenges the fuck out of Narinder and his life choices or something while he thinks he can whittle her down
Hauron is super overprotective, is like "I don't like that rich character" and tries to set her up with other townspeople/whoever, much to her annoyance, Narinder's entertainment, and eventually, his growing jealousy
Especially like "also he's of a higher standing than we are, it's foolish to think that you'd have a chance with him or that he'd have genuine affection for you, sorry fam but he'd def want to marry into similar status because $" not knowing he's got the royal family's wallet in his pocket
Shamura and family still care for him, it's just most of them think he's an idiot for just wanting to fuck around and not be responsible and will happily welcome him back once he decides he does want to do his duties
I can't wait for interactions like this:
Leshy: I heard you have a maid gf
Narinder: spits out camellia tea
Allani: pours more tea on Narinder in shock while yelling at Leshy EXCUSE ME?
Also something I'm toying with rn
I wonder if Narinder should use another name because not everyone knows or needs to know he's royalty. Would be fun to use names for the afterlife/death deities. Asphodel, Akert, Amenthes, Mitnal, Kur, whatever else. Leaning on Asphodel or Amenthes.
But yeah I'm just gonna add it to my belt of oops stories/AUs
#cult of the lamb#cotl#cotl narinder#cotl narilamb#cotl lamb#cotl au#cotl 19th century au#cult of the lamb au#au of an au#what is wrong with my life#Forgive me for I have sinned#Truly I am a fool
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[001] BEING THE YOUNGEST IN THE STUDY GROUP (nbc community headcanons)
Because I am talking about a big group, I made a little color-coded list so there should be no confusion as to who is speaking! Also, this is set about halfway through season one, so that explains the timeline.
Reader = Purple
Jeff = Blue
Britta = Orange
Annie = Yellow
Abed = Green
Troy = Red
Shirley = Pink
pairing: fem!reader x platonic!community
warnings: none
The choice to go to community college hadn't exactly been an ideal one
You had accidentally filled out all your actual college applications wrong and didn't realize they never went through until all the application dates had passed.
So, weighing your options, you decided that Greendale was your best option.
By then you had to enroll in all the leftover classes that still had spots open
You had taken French all throughout high school and barely retained a word of it. You'd hoped to jump into some French classes for an easy A, but all of the French classes had already filled up.
The solution? Spanish 101.
You showed up to the first day of class determined to make the best of the awful hand you had been dealt.
And surprise, surprise! Spanish was nothing like French.
The teacher was a little kooky and he severely overestimated how much work his students could do before the next class.
Before you knew it, you were drowning in work that you didn't know how to do and suddenly your grade started to drop.
When your next door neighbor took a liking to blasting loud music while you were trying to study, you decided to head to one of the study rooms to try and be productive.
But when you got there, you found the table was already full of people.
"Oh! My bad, sorry-"
You tried to leave, but, due to your immense surprise, one of the girls at the table recognized you.
"Hey, wait - aren't you in our Spanish class?"
Before you could confirm, someone answered for you.
"Yeah. She sits in the third row and color codes all her notes."
You looked at him in confusion.
"I'm Abed."
And then another woman in the room smiled at you.
"You color code your notes?"
You nodded and took them out to show her, but a douchey looking guy in a leather jacket scoffed.
"The only people who color code notes are horse girls and psychopaths."
Four years of going to public school has made you immune to assholes...and excellent at shutting them down.
So you slapped down your color coded notes and took the chair beside him.
"I bet this psychopath's color coded notes can teach you more Spanish in five minutes than an entire semester of whatever blow-off class you're taking."
And again, to your surprise, he almost looked impressed.
"I'm Jeff Winger."
"Y/n L/n."
And just like that, you were in.
You met with the group every day after class to work on the Spanish homework and study for upcoming tests and quizzes
But, to be honest, you guys weren't always great at staying on task.
"Okay, um... yo nací en mil novecientos noventa y dos."
"Hang on, that can't be right. You just said you were born in 1992."
"No, that's right."
"Y/n, that would make you seventeen."
"...Yeah?"
Needless to say, they kinda lost it.
"You're even younger than me! Wait, I'm not the youngest anymore? Ha! Suck it, Y/n!"
"I started school a year early and I have a late birthday! I don't know what the big deal is."
"No big deal, I just didn't know that there was a child in our midst."
"I am not a child."
"Aw, look at them pouting! They're so little and adorable."
Thus began your long journey of trying to prove to your friends that you were not a child.
Your first step? Changing up your look.
And boy did you turn some heads when you walked into the study room in a leather jacket and thick eyeliner
"Okay Wednesday Addams, give us our Y/n back and no one gets hurt."
"Jeff, I'm trying to prove a point."
"Is the point that you lost a bet with the cosmetology class?"
So...yeah. That didn't go as well as you were hoping.
Even so, they stuck by you through all of your erratic, split second decisions that you made without really considering the consequences
Like when you walked into the first day of second semester with bangs you had cut yourself over the break.
Surprisingly, Abed seemed to be the one most enthusiastic about them.
“It’s likely that we’ve just began a new season, so one of the main characters changed up their look to provide a jumping off point and to keep viewers interested.”
Silence followed…
“I like them.”
“Aw, thanks Abed!”
But, obviously, you endured some teasing—mostly from Jeff.
“Okay, remind me not to let Mia Wallace near a pair of scissors ever again.”
“Did you just Google ‘female characters with bangs’ and use the first one on the list?”
"…No.” (Jeff said as he slyly put his phone back in his pocket.)
The group became like a family to you, but sometimes you missed your family
Especially when they called and said that they couldn't make it to Family Day. You had had the sneaking suspicion that they were disappointed that you ended up at Greendale, but this seemed to confirm it.
You did your best not to let on how upset you were by brushing it off when you were asked.
"Y/n, how worried should I be about interacting with your parents on a scale of Helicopter Mom to Cougar?"
"Actually, my parents aren't coming to Family Day."
"Oh no, why not?"
"They were just busy. It's fine, I saw them a couple weeks ago. No big deal."
Family day approached and you were actually feeling pretty okay about the situation. Acting like you didn't care had actually made you not care, which you thought at the time was a good thing.
But as you sat in the quad and watched everyone walk around with their relatives, talking and touring, you realized just how upset you really were.
So you left.
You found yourself hunched over your Spanish textbook in the empty study room reading the same sentence over and over and mindlessly writing unhelpful notes that you'd never actually study.
You weren't sure how long you'd been there before you noticed someone looking over your shoulder.
"That's odd, these Spanish notes are in black and white."
"I wasn't in the mood to color code. Plus Abed stole all my pens to make mini lightsabers."
Jeff sat next to you, taking your textbook and notebook and placing them on the other side of the table.
"Look, I know that I spend a lot of time trying to act like I'm older than I am, but I'm still a kid. Know how I know? Because I miss my mom and dad. I was always a little afraid to leave home, so when I had to come here for school, I had to admit that I felt a little relieved to be only an hour away from where I grew up. I felt safer knowing my parents would only be a short car ride away. But now it just feels like they might as well be on the other side of the country. I know they're disappointed I didn't go to an Ivy League or get to go out of state for college, but I wish they'd just get over it and accept it. I have. Why can't they?"
Jeff never considered himself particularly good at the advice thing. Sure, he could talk until hell froze over and manipulate anyone into doing his bidding, but he could never figure out how to make sad people be less sad. You may have been young, but you weren't naive - he knew that.
He saw you now like a younger sibling rather than a jury member or someone he was trying to con. So he decided to speak accordingly.
"People are stupid. Parents are stupid. Greendale may not be Ivy League, but it's something. You could've blown off college and stayed at home where it's safe, but you didn't. You cared enough to pack your stuff, drive sixty minutes away, rob an entire Office Depot, and enroll in the last classes they had available. You did all that because you care. And if they can't see that, then that's on them. I may not know a whole lot about warm, fuzzy, familial relationships, but I do know this: you have a family here at Greendale. A weird, messed up, occasionally problematic family. So screw Family Day. We're a study group. And I wouldn't trade that for the world."
You hadn't expected to tear up, but you did anyway. You said nothing and hugged Jeff, who reluctantly returned it.
"I'll steal your pens back from Abed."
"Thanks."
The rest of the year progressed smoothly. Sure, you guys had your ups and downs of course, but you always found yourselves back in the group study room after class
But that, you supposed, was what a family did.
Author's Note: Can you tell I'm obsessed with Community??? Ugh this was so fun to write, I genuinely love the headcanon format because it's how my brain just functions, so this was really good for me to write to get out of my head for a bit. It's also funny bc this is how it is with my friend group, all of which are in college except for me, so it was fun to draw from some real life experiences. I hope you guys had a lovely week and I hope this makes you smile! Much love 💗🖤
#community#community nbc#nbc community#jeff winger#britta perry#annie edison#abed nadir#troy barnes#shirley bennett#pierce hawthorne
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After seeing your detention pic it was in my brain for like a week then I went on a deep dive when i found out it was your OCs and there were comics. I love them but I'm especially obsessed that johnny used to just be Some Guy in the background then he took over and became a protagonist. Caro's journey to Gender has given me personally plenty to think about. Can't wait to see where the story goes. xoxo
I’m so glad my detention piece is not only living in peoples brains but also making them curious enough to check out my stuff.
I LOVE that you love that he was Just Some Guy (TBF he still kinda is.) the origins on John and Caro for those who don’t know, are complicated in the sense I wanted some other ocs to smoosh faces besides my main otp at the time, and I am bad at making up new people. So I took a NPC from my comic Seemingly Dark who shows up ONE TIME and put him together with the sunshine kid I’d made for an entirely dif project (fun fact, Mil-Liminal was not intended to be in the same universe, Caro wasn’t even meant to be in SD at all!) something to me at the time thought putting the Big Grouchy Punk Man with the Tiny Spastic Gremlin would be great. I have this habit of not planning or scripting SD and just sorta go with it, the entire chapter where they go on a walk, and end up at johns place, AND Caro being a doorway to the Other Side was all improv while spending 8 hours in the Boston Public Library waiting for a plane.
Look at them now! Anyway thank you dear anon, I’m really glad you found my stuff and took the time to check it out! Also, Caro gave me something to think about as well, they are the reason I have started to explore my own identity more and gotten more courage to be myself and I think that’s pretty neat.
-rj
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It is strangely easy to make friends here? It’s so confusing given the Mass-hole situation. But people are genuinely friendly, not just polite like in Texas. I don’t think small talk is a thing here like in Texas (which is a serious relief) but I have gotten more numbers (half offered, half requested) than I did in 8 years in Texas.
I will say, I think people are friendlier outside of the city. There is a cluster of small towns here (Boxford, Georgetown, Groveland, West Newbury, Byfield) and everyone is just really friendly. There are FB groups for every grade and the parents talk and meet up, the moms of multiples talk and meet up, there’s an active local play group, everyone is really connected here. And Alyssa makes friends everywhere she goes so I make friends with the parents by proxy.
I really, really like Jess and her husband. The in-laws babysat so we could get ice cream with them last night and it was so fun and fun isn’t even my vocabulary usually. It was just really nice. It’s so odd to just have this instant friend. I think without her I probably would have gone insane on day 2 here.
George said a couple new words today! And knows the words to more songs than I realized. I also think he may be hyperlexic, I think he can identify several letters. His brain is so fascinating. For a while we thought he was regressing (no longer cooperates in public) but his vocab is exploding so he is definitely progressing in other areas. He has also slept so well since getting his crib back. I wonder if that’s part of the language explosion.
Guy that was supposed to do the lights no showed. Sigh. My FIL got one up today so we officially have a light up stairs!!! My MIL watched the kids while I painted and listened to music and it was the best mini mental vacation. Music and painting is probably my favorite recreational combo.
Leg is better. The rash stopped spreading yesterday and the redness started to shrink back today. It also looks less purple which is a relief. Thank Gd for science and medicine.
Today is the first day that I feel normalish, not melting from stress in a really, really long time.
Btw, a bunch of people have said that we need to complain about the movers. Yes, we probably do. We are waiting because we are missing a few items and want to see if we can recover them first. Our moving insurance has a 1k deductible so we would need 2k of damages to break even, and they don’t include particle board furniture (which is probably why they didn’t bother to wrap the few pieces of it we moved). I think we have about $1500 of damages so far but if we don’t get to 2k it won’t be worth reporting.
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Recently came back from a trip to Disney World, and I’m… having so many conflicting feelings about it. This is going to be a long (and angry) vent, so take heed.
Recently came back from a trip to Disney World, and I’m having so many conflicting feelings about it. My spouse and I went with my mother-in-law and father-in-law ("the parents"), and my brother-in-law and his wife (who I’ll just call SIL). MIL/FIL basically paid for the entire trip outside of the airfare, as this was a dream vacation they wanted to go on with the kids.
BIL/SIL took the reins on the scheduling, helping buy tickets, planning out the entirety of each day (complete with DETAILED SLIDE SHOWS that indicated what we'd be doing by time), and handling the “fast passes” at the parks so we could be guaranteed to get on particular rides we requested.
While I didn’t necessarily mind this (as that‘s a lot of work and I appreciated their efforts in doing so), I also voiced my concern to my spouse that BIL and SIL were going to take over the entire trip, that they would be forcing us to stay on the schedule and I wouldn’t get to do anything outside what they planned. We discussed this with their parents, who assured us they wouldn’t let such a thing happen. I felt a little better as a result, but because of my misgivings, I wasn‘t wildly excited for this trip leading up to it.
Trip comes, we leave to go on it, it’s getting exciting. I always like trips and flying. First day ends up being pretty fun (Hollywood Studios and Epcot), though I already see red flags in BIL/SIL dictating where to go and when. They don’t let us linger in Star Wars land to shop (we get some time, but it feels rushed because they are constantly hovering by exits and reminding us of our next ride), they don’t stop for food until someone demands it (my spouse and I choose a sitdown for dinner which everyone ended up liking), and we don't even get to see most of Epcot. Despite pushing us constantly to move on their schedule, SIL always has no problem vetoing things she isn't comfortable doing, or making it clear she doesn't think one ride or another is worth doing.
But the other red flag I notice? BIL/SIL are CONSTANTLY far ahead of us. The entire trip is nothing but us walking through crowds, struggling to glimpse them half a mile ahead of us. This makes me anxious because I really don‘t like the feeling of being left behind, forgotten, or abandoned. But my spouse is next to me the whole time, so it’s not so bad… right?
Next day… whoo boy.
We go to Animal Kingdom. It is clear that BIL/SIL find no value in anything there except going on the safari, which is a 2-hour wait (no fast pass available). I don’t want to stand in line that long, so I express this to my spouse and they announce we’ll be going our own way. Everyone agrees. The parents stick with the safari plan, while my spouse and I wander around to look at animals and see a show. When we meet again, I can tell the parents didn’t enjoy their 2 hours of waiting for a 10-minute safari, and now they are hungry. They are vegan and have particular needs and tastes. SIL immediately begins examining every food stand and telling them what they can eat, treating them like children or senile old grandparents that can't comprehend what's best for them. Because of the schedule, BIL/SIL only want to eat at fast pickup stands and not a sitdown place because the wait will be too long (even though the wait for the safari was just fine, remember?). But that also means there are a lot of things the parents cannot eat because the fast pickup stands can’t make any substitutions or changes. They end up eating fries. Super healthy.
We then end in Magic Kingdom. I start to get super anxious because BIL/SIL are all but literally dragging us from one end of the park to the other. My spouse and I start to linger behind on purpose so we can actually get photos and look at things. The big parade is about to begin but SIL immediately vetoes it because "it's not worth it" and we can't be late for our next fast pass ride. They end up dragging us to a ride that was fun enough, but I would have much rather watched the parade to see all the characters.
My spouse and I start proposing that we split off in between rides so we can look at stuff and shop around if we want. We get to do a lot of fun things on our own, including a little pirate treasure scavenger hunt around Adventureland. When we stop for dinner, FIL suggests a place that only has burgers. Having to juggle a burger around in my stomach while powerwalking through the park sounds nauseating, so my spouse and I eat somewhere else. We go on all the rides we can, I manage to get some souvenirs I wanted, and then we watch the fireworks show. The parents are tired at this point and suggest maybe heading out, but BIL/SIL dismiss this idea because it will be a big crowd to leave (spoiler alert—it’s a big crowd all the time). Instead they drag us to a roller coaster. Fun, yes, but… right after that, they insist we should leave. They’re done.
I’m thirsty and getting frustrated because they literally want to power walk straight to the exit. I want to take pictures of the castle and look around Main Street cause it’s really pretty at night. I’m pissed off because I hardly got to see any Disney characters. My spouse sees I’m upset and asks if I want to stay a little longer. Then they go to talk to the family; I sit and try not to cry everywhere. My spouse comes back, we go get a snack and look around a little longer.
Turns out BIL/SIL didn’t like this deviation in the plans and told my spouse we were being selfish for wanting to stay, because can’t you see your parents are tired? (Remember, they had just dragged the tired parents on a roller coaster.) My spouse dug in and told them we just wanted 10-15 mins. Parents do nothing to help, other than scold my spouse for making their brother upset and starting a fight. My BIL/SIL then try to threaten that they’re leaving and we can just Uber back to the AirBnB. When I hear this, I'm just disgusted by their manipulative tactics; they’re not the ones driving the rental car and there is no way the parents are going to abandon us. So we take our time leaving and catching up.
Since then, it’s been contentious. MIL is sad because she feels she broke my trust and my spouse pointed out she didn’t do anything to stop the bullying. BIL is accusing us of being selfish, because we… pointed out their hypocrisies and refuse to accept their “I’m sorry if we hurt your feelings” apologies. They insist they were only trying to look out for the parents, when it’s clear they wanted to run the entire show and used their power as an excuse to bully my spouse around.
All I really have to say about it is that “I told you so.”
I’m glad I got to see Disney World, and the moments were fun, but I am never going on a trip with my BIL and SIL again. They did exactly what I knew they were going to do, and when called out on it they took to the bullying tactics against my spouse that I’ve watched them do for years. They are manipulative and cruel people, even if they don’t realize it; they’re only upset because my spouse isn’t just rolling over and taking it this time. (Something about how it’s hurting me and not just them, I guess. Heh.) The two genuinely think they’ve done nothing wrong.
I'm also relatively mad at MIL and FIL. I don't really blame them too much because I think they got stiffed during the vacation too. They just went along with everything without arguing just to "make the kids happy." But I do very much dislike how they let BIL/SIL bully my spouse all the time, and get mad at us for "making things negative." I'm sick and tired of them telling us to shut up and keep our feelings to ourselves so we don't cause problems. In the meantime, they let the spoiled brat younger siblings bully us and even let them pull the parents in so they can gang up on us.
I'm not putting up with it again. And even if that causes some waves, even if it changes our dynamic in the family, I don't care.
A part of me wishes we never went on this trip at all, but I feel like that's unfair. I want to enjoy the fun I did have on this trip, regardless of the bullies. So I will. I'll enjoy the happy memories, and cut them out of my memories if need be. I have no problem cutting out toxicity, I assure you.
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armony 2x5 analysis
Holy crap, I can’t believe I actually got most of my predictions right this time. That rarely happens. I can’t wait to dig in. Oh, and the pacing of this show is insane.
Thony meets with Arman and Nadia
Okay, so, initially, I just want to point out that things have really evolved between Thony and Arman, and I just love it. Now, getting on...Their first scenes sees Thony meeting with Arman and Nadia, as they’re talking yet again about how the “ethical” way of selling drugs isn’t making enough. When she drops off the money, she’s really happy with the amount and hopes Arman will be, too. Nadia scoffs at it, saying that’s not much for a 1.6 mil deficit. Thony says it will, but it’ll take time. Arman says it needs to be faster. Thony tries to explain that the profit is there. He tries to reason calmly with her, tries to get her to see their side. Thony argues that she is a doctor, and only wants to give meds to those who really need them. Nadia is like, spare me from this conversation again. Thony says she can’t go to jail. Arman gets really stern, and says that “we can’t keep working for Kamdar”. Thony isn’t having it, and she pointedly looks at Nadia first as she says that what “we’re doing here” is what they agreed to. She tells them that she only came to drop off their cut, and walks out. Nadia’s just done with it all, and Arman paces, clearly frustrated. Nadia is like, who gave her the right. He thinks long and hard, and agrees that Thony can no longer call the shots; they know business where she doesn’t. This pleases Nadia.
I really liked how Arman was being the sensible one and countering Nadia’s passive-aggressiveness. Like, that soft “Thony” he uttered while he was attempting to reason with her was rather lovely. It was both assuring and pleading. He knows it’s tough for her to even consider, but he wanted to appeal to her on his viewpoint. after Thony leaves, and he’s mulling things over, his mood changes as he decides that Thony’s way is not the answer. I think he wanted to win his wife over, but she was also casting a spell on him with her manipulation.
Thony finds out about the drugs.
Later on, Arman and Thony meet with Bosco. When he opens up the back of the truck, she's confused by the extra amount, saying she didn't order that many boxes. Bosco tells her Arman did. Suspicious, she opens one and finds narcotics. Angry, she questions him, and tells her flat out that trying her way didn't work, so they're going his route. She just shakes her head in frustration, and as they unload the shipment, she continues on her soap box, declaring this goes against the sacred Hippocratic oath she took as a doctor. He counters that they can easily make 200k. She says that dealers only care about the money, and not the customers who could be harmed. Arman turns it around on her, asking about the hotel manager. She says that he was threatening her family. He fires back that Kamdar is threatening his. He then goes on his own furious monolog, telling her he has done so much for her, protected her, even killed for her. He has the audacity to ask if she appreciated that, all the while knowing she does. She shakes her head, disregarding that as the issue. Thony finally proclaims that if he does that, she's out. He doesn't even take a second to consider, and says fiercely that "they're done here". Before he leaves, he tells her he'll be back to get the drugs. Alone, and very upset, she kicks a box across the room.
There was a LOT of gaslighting going on in this scene...from Arman and Thony both. It was bound to happen. They’re both passionate, stubborn people, and tensions are on the rise, especially for Arman. Thony tries to guilt him with her morals, and he guilts her with everything he’s done for her, asked or otherwise. Though he’s going about the wrong way, he’s speaking the truth. Their partnership has been a little one-sided. a healthy relationship is built on compromise and balance; you give a little, they give a little. You take, they take. and, honestly, it’s probably a good thing they’ve got their boxing gloves out. It shows them, and us, that they care deeply for one another (according to the interwebs, anyway😝). They don’t argue all the time like him and Nadia, so I think it’s okay. If they are meant to be together, they will find they way back to one another, forgive, and work out their differences.
Nadia calls Arman out, and Kamdar forces him to call Thony
So, Arman is working in Kamdar’s bar and is keeping watch on things. Nadia is, too. They start talking about how he’s working hard to be free of Kamdar, and she wants to be free of pandering to low lives, where he tells her he doesn’t want to see her dealing with one in particular. This angers her, pointing out that he has no right, because of all the stuff he put Nadia through with “her”. He tells her to leave Thony out of it. However, she takes it up a notch, explains she was just trying to make him feel better, but she’s just done with it, because the only person who can make him feel like a hero is “his cleaning lady”. She walks away, leaving him to ponder.
Kamdar is watching this exchange from the shadows, and I have to wonder how much of that he heard, and if he caught on to the subtext. He comes up to Arman and orders him to send a message to the businessman Arman knows. Arman is definitely NOT happy about this, but he goes through with it. He stops beating on the guy for a moment, until Stuart makes a smart-allicky remark on his perception of Arman as just a “thug”. Something in him snaps, and arman goes to town on Stuart, until Kamdar walks in. He doesn’t want him to stop, but Arman has had enough, telling Kamdar that if he wants Stuart dead, he’ll have to do it himself, and storms out. Kamdar is not satisfied with this, and goes after Arman, who is ready to ride out of the alley. Kamdar notes that his office is very bloody, and it needs to be cleaned. He suggests Arman should call his cleaning lady. He refuses. Kamdar inquires as to why, then adds smugly that isn’t that what he hired her for? Arman inclines his head at his tone. Kamdar has a sly little smile as he walks away. Arman is looking very troubled.
I think Arman has an inkling that Kamdar knows that Thony is more than a cleaning lady to Arman, and that worries him. I don’t believe that he denied the initial request to call her because they had a fight, but because he doesn’t want her to see what he’s done, which I’ll get into more next.
Arman calls Thony
Thony gets a call from Arman, and she answers it, grudgingly. He tells her that he needs her to come and clean at the bar. She explains that she has a job, and follows that up with throwing his words at him, saying she thought they were done. His reaction is one of obvious regret and he says the order is from Kamdar, and he is not one to say no to. She knows something wrong, but he tells her to just get there, and he adds a soft “please”. When she arrives, and is led into the office, Arman's back is to her, but we know he’s heard her, as he shifts his body toward the door but does not turn. after they’re left alone, she immediately goes to his side and gently asks what happened. He still doesn’t look at her, his expression looking pained. He says it doesn’t matter, it’s what he’s become. She takes his bruised hand, looks at it, and proclaims this is not who he is. He peers down at his hand with hers on it, frowning, ashamed. Thony then tenderly tells him that she will help him. His eyes are on her, now, and he looks like he’s about to cry. She asks him what time they have to meet the contact. He tells her, and she replies that if he helps her clean, they can make the appointment. She gives him a little nod, and goes to begin the cleaning. He finally turns his body, and looks at her.
Okay, I’m in love with this scene. I want to talk about Arman's posture and demeanor first. We see him initially with his shoulders slouched, head down. He is reminiscent of a young person who has been reprimanded and helpless until the consequence has been handed down; he’s like a servant. It’s very much the most defeated we’ve ever seen him. While Thony’s talking to him, he can’t bear to look at her. Reading between the lines of his words, he feels he’s turned into the monster he was worried of Thony seeing. But she surprises him when she takes his hurt hand in hers. She speaks in soothing tones. When he looks down, he still has this expression of shame, doubting her reassuring words. She shocks him by saying she’ll help him. Arman can’t believe it. He’s done something so terrible, yet this woman in front of him is sacrificing her vows for him, which he never wanted for her, no matter the fact he wanted her to go along with the drug selling. He feels he does not deserve her compassion, but it is said compassion that overwhelms him to the verge of breaking down. His expression as she steps away from him is one of awe, and he straightens up, as if her belief in him has given him new strength and resolve. I can’t forget to mention the fact their theme is playing in the background.
Thony and Arman go to meet the contact, then are caught.
While Thony is finishing up in the office, she is witness to a couple of things. First, she sees Arman and Nadia arguing in a rather animated fashion. He's likely told her that Thony will assist him with meeting his contact, and she does not like it. Secondly, Cortes` and Kamdar enter, talking business. Thony discreetly excuses herself, pausing outside the door when she hears Cortes' name, putting the pieces together. Arman comes around the corner and grabs her hand, as they need to hurry. Outside, we get a nice little voiceless scene between them as Arman assists Thony in getting ready to ride on the motorcycle, then Nadia walks out to see them drive away.
Arman is more at ease in this scene. He’s away from Kamdar, going to make a deal to help his situation, and Thony is with him. He makes sure she is comfortable. as she settles in behind him, we see a hint of a smile. Oh yeah, he’s feeling it. She sets her hands on his side, but he takes them and wraps them around his waist. He could have just told her, but, nope, he just had to do it himself. I see you, dude. Her fingers flex on his abdomen, perhaps nervous, or to feel safe and to know he’s really there. We have to talk about Nadia’s expression, too. She actually looks really hurt. I think she is realizing Arman will never truly put her first.
In their final scene, Thony and Arman have been forced to stop because of Garrett, who is shocked to see the personnel of the truck, though he is tickled pink to have caught Arman in a compromising position. Thony and Arman come out with hands raised, with Arman telling her not to say anything, yet she does anyway. Upon opening some cargo, Garrett asks if Thony is selling drugs with Arman now, all the while the latter is telling Garrett to leave Thony alone. She spins the tale of these being meds for Luca, but Garrett knows better. He demands to know if she’s working for Cortes’, and she denies it. Thinking on her feet, she tells Garrett that she and Arman can give him Kamdar. He doesn’t know who he is. When she explains what she saw in the office, Garrett puts the pieces together. Thony tells him that if he lets them go, and they all work together, it will help everybody, including Maya. Thony pleads her case on Luca’s behalf. Garrett gets a call from his colleague, and tells him to stand down, seemingly taking Thony’s offer.
This scene is utterly terrific, and it really highlights how strong Thony and Arman's connection is, no matter what has happened between them. Ten minutes ago, they were flinging stones at one another. Now they are trying to one up the other in protecting each other, and it’s hilarious. The moment they step out of the truck, Arman barely keeps his eyes off of Thony. So much so, Garrett snaps at him to not look at her. When she tells Garrett she’ll inform for him again, Arman bows his head, because he knows what Garrett put her through, and doesn’t want that for her again. We also see Arman proud of her for the second week in a row as she tries to sell Garrett on getting two bad guys.
Love vs. caring
The question was informally broached last season on whether or not what Thony and Arman share is love. Let’s talk about it. Loving and caring are two different things, though they often go hand in hand. Caring for someone is going out of your way to do something nice for them; it’s being kind to your fellow man. For example, Thony and Fiona’s new client listened to their pitch and everything, relating to her, and she hired them because she knew where they were coming from. Then, later, when she saw Fiona’s family’s assisting in cleaning the club, and decided to hire The Cleaning Ladies outright instead of firing them.
Love, on the other hand, goes much deeper. Love is putting someone’s needs above your own. It’s sacrificing your livelihood for them, taking the blame. It’s putting your life on the line for the other. Thony and Arman have been doing all of this constantly, more so in the final scene of the episode. She told Garrett that selling the drugs was her idea (which it was, just not the narcotics), and to leave Arman be. Arman was totally okay telling Garrett that he “got” him, and to let Thony go. This is love, people, and even though it hasn’t been officially declared, it’s clearly what is there.
Whew. Done. Major points to you if you read this all the way through. My prediction post for next week is coming up shortly.
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WIP Game
Tagged into the accountability relay race by @theaggresivepacifist — thanks a mil! Also please know that I am making the biggest bug eyes at your previews
Rules: In a new post, show the last line snippet(s) you wrote and tag as many people as there are words as you want geez I’d never be able to tag that many people
Well, I haven’t written anything consistent in a while, and the most recent thing is still secret unfortunately, BUT I do have a couple things to share that will hopefully at some point make it out into the world beyond my drafts:
Snippet #1 a.k.a. You Want To Watch Nobody Knows, You Want To Watch Nobody Knows Soooooo Bad
Each knock on the door made her heart spasm against her sternum, faster and faster until the nauseating tide of dread in her chest threatened to choke her.
There was an officer outside her door. She was sure of it. Things had been too good for her lately, so it was only a matter of time before the universe had to course-correct. So-yeon only ever brought misfortune upon the people she loved, after all.
She stumbled toward the door in a daze.
This was it. This was the end. This officer was going to tell her — they were going to tell her —
She opened the door.
Snippet #2 a.k.a. The Jung Sibling Cinematic Universe ft. Han Sooyoung’s Confessional Booth
“Sorry,” she says, after nothing happens for another minute, “where did I leave off?”
“You were walking from Chungmuro and chatting about things.” There’s an odd catch in Sooyoung’s voice when she mentions the station, but Heewon doesn’t dwell on it. She’s too busy staring at the boy in the bed, who would be staring right back at her if only he would open his eyes.
“Siblings,” she says quietly, staring at Kim Dokja’s sleeping face. “We were talking about siblings.”
Snippet #3 a.k.a. YOU WANT TO READ ORV, YOU WANT TO READ ORV SOOOOOO BAD
In the back of his mind, a conversation he’d had with her years ago plays in a loop, about rereading and finding something new. That the story you read the first time isn’t the only story there is.
He looks at his mother now, at her hand holding his arm, feels the uneven tremble of her fingers as they try to decide between holding on and letting go, and notices, for the first time, that the thought at the front of his mind isn’t all the ways she had hurt him.
It dawns on him slowly, then all at once.
Maybe that’s what this feeling is. He wonders if it’s been there since before he’d woken up.
“Eomma,” he says, the rusty syllables clunky on his tongue, “why don’t you come back inside?”
It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to look at my dashboard or even be online consistently on any platform, so I don’t know who is still actively writing right now, THEREFORE I apologise and please feel free to just consider this a friendly no-pressure hello. Of course, if you are working on something you are allowed to share, I would love to see it! @imperiousphasmid, @fremulon, @darkpurpledawn, @diminished-fish, @internetkatze, @directorofthefalselastact, @demonlikejudgeoffire
And if I didn’t tag you but you want to join in on the sharing please do! Tag me so I can see it! Wait for no one! 2023 is the year of grabbing your desires by the horns and making them happen without waiting for permission!!
#unless that desire is wanting to sleep through an entire week of work maybe do not do that#as far as our pact: please consider this as an advance receipt for the promise of completing reviewing at least Some Questions this weekend#by the time Monday rolls around I will have earned this post's right to exist#anyways this is just a front for my greed at wanting to read everyone's things#I DON'T CARE IF I DON'T KNOW THE FANDOM I WANT TO SEEEEEE#and no I do not know if or when any of these will be finished lol#sure would be nice! sure would love to finish something some day#tag thingy#tag game#aww look I thought I could write#asa you have my permission to read this because it contains virtually no significant information about either of these media#BUT WE WILL COMPLETE THEM SOME DAY#also hiiii cherry and claudine and jess and quandt long time no talk!! I hope you are well :D#sona and opal I know I barely know you guys but I love reading your orv thoughts so if you have any unclassified things to share#please feel free to do so#also feel free to not do so sdhfkskfss I meant it when I said this was a no-pressure thing#ANYWAYS that ended up taking my entire morning off and I still have to pack a bag and take a shower and do some notes#oh and also eat#whoops#man why can't I have the whole day off :(#it's such a nice day outside perfect for spending at home
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It's November now. here I am trying to re-discover myself again while I'm recovering. October was a challenge for me as I'm facing my social anxiety, depression, mood swing, facing my guilts/sins and on the bright side, I've learned myself that I am highly sensitive person.
I've finally able to be totally vulnerable, slowly applying and control my emotions. I've been sober for nine weeks now and I'm not sure if it is a good thing for me. Despite my crying episodes reflecting the mess I've done couple months ago.
My ADHD and Major Depressive Disorder is awakening again. I, actually hate to take medications, rely on them and that's the reason why I turned myself into recreational drugs and alcohol, combined them together when I was 11. I've made my GP appointment tomorrow for a referral for psychiatrist. Hopefully, it works. fingers crossed.
I've been seeing reiki/shaman to heal my energy within me twice a week. They told me that I've got beautiful energy and there is energy which I haven't discover, waiting to be explode or unleash.
I went 2 metal gigs. Bury Tomorrow and Thornhill. First, Bury Tomorrow, at Max Watts. The vibe was great, chaotic and I managed to break the barrier. The setlist was great, playing the old-skool metal core. Dan, awesome as always since the last time I saw him at UK 2014. LIONHEART!!! I managed to chat with him after the show with my own personal problems and struggles. He's a lovely man.
Thornhill, went with DP, mental. Still, managed to break the barrier. I made Mil & Mas to do it as well. I'm still chaotic, in a good way. I bumped into B & C. B gave that freezing, stunned, grudge, hate, anger aura to me for what I've done to his best friend. Also, I bumped into Salm8, giving me the spooky, huh reaction. I, honestly, trying to avoid but I was anxious in social interaction, clenching my teeth, filling with the guilt. Bloody ell.
Up until now, I'm still wondering why most the people I've known hate C? What C has done to them? I'm not judgemental person. People can be complex which I find it fascinating or else we are not humans afterall.
A, the chaotic Heyoka empath, crashed to my place last Sunday. He hasn't sleep and his thigh was sore. I was helping him with dry needling and TENS machine, which contracts the muscle. He told me the goss, How HBR celebrate the 8th birthday party, the T-shirt print, OMG, so damn bloody covert-narc BNYV. I know A hates BNYV and B. He also told me how he found, a bag of K at HBR, and L, this witch apprentice , trying to be lawful and chaotic at the same time, losing her K. Well, I could gave her K for free tbh but K and Coke was my personal addiction. Coke makes me more aggressive. K, on the other hand, dissociates or alter myself.
This past few days, I've discover myself that I'm able to do astral-projection without psychedelic drugs. I haven't master it yet but at some point I will.
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I totally understand why the fans freak out, especially after seeing how other minority female characters have been treated on the show. Their stories always end in the same manner.
These fans are watching GH in fear, waiting for that inevitable ax to drop on Trina while Ezme or another young pale woman to be thrust into center as a true love for the prince. It always happens that way.
There is angst. Then there is the drivel that GH writes to prop their fave while shoving the black female character into an invisible box.
This story with Spencer trying to be a father to Ace is no different from Nik trying to play father to grown ass Lucky when Nik and Gia were paired. They wrote some idiotic story of Lucky and Liz moving in with Nik and Gia so Nik can protect hin from Helena and Stavros. It was an idiotic story meant to reduce Nik's screen time with Gia while trying to continue chemistry testing with Liz.
GH always finds a convenient way to reduce the black woman's time with her love interest to prop her pale counterparts time with that same love interest.
Sprina fans have cause to stay up in arms. The hatchet is about to drop soon.
I mean I'm someone who announced a hiatus on commentary/recapping this show because I felt the very thing you described was occurring so I feel like I'd be a hypocrite to judge any fan of color for having lingering trust issues with GH, especially with this regime.
I will say, I think they experienced a significant backlash to their attempt to pull a bait and switch when it came to Trina and Little Miss White Privilege, to the point where I definitely feel that we are in the midst of a pivot in terms of storytelling. There is a recentering of Trina and Spencer's pov in their story and I think that's what's most important for now. Spencer's story is still shit because the entire baby plot is just shit. I think the temps made an effort with their last scripts to sort of take the absolute hatchet job the union writers did to Spencer's arc and make it make some kind of sense for him.
I can't speak to how things went with Gia and Nik because that was before my time so I'll have to take your word for it. But I am aware of how poorly GH has treated black female characters in the past. It's not lost on me what a big deal Trina and her popularity and her positioning in the story is. As far as the hatchet dropping soon, I kind of feel like it already did with the summer stockpile writing lol. I thought it was egregious, bordering on character assassination and all in all a complete waste of time.
Because for all the work they did to sideline Trina and Spencer in their own story, Little Miss White Privilege proved to be a dud of a character that has no entertainment value beyond antagonist (and even that's up for debate). They shot themselves in the foot in a big way attempting that standard bait and switch formula (still struggling to stay above 2 mil 🥴), so I'm cautiously optimistic that we're not headed back down that road.
But I also think FV is completely inept at the storytelling aspect of his job so like I said, CAUTIOUSLY optimistic.
#gh#trina robinson#spencer cassadine#my focus continues to be on how trina is treated in the writing#and so far i've enjoyed the strong pov she's gotten since i've started watching semi-regularly again
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I have nothing I post right now so here! Have some journal entry’s by Lincoln Rowley from the book linked im doing for a school project!!💟💟
Tw: mentions of swastikas, the holocaust and stuff of that nature so if any of that makes you uncomfortable DNI
ALL MADE UP BTW NONE OF THIS HAS ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE!!
Monday, September 20th 2021
Ever since I drew that first swastika, we’ve had to suffer through some stupid tolerance education. Luckily todays the last day we have to suffer through hell just because of me being stupid, all though… I’m starting to regret it because of what a swastika means and what it represents. Ever since I’ve found that out I’ve been starting to feel like a jerk, especially since we have a Jewish kid, well girl, in our school, Dana. I wasn’t really trying to spread hate around the school, I was just trying to do something stupid since our Dino poop prank didn’t work. That’s all that really happened I guess so, goodnight i guess? Wait hold on, why am I saying good night to a journal? Ehh never mind. So… at school today while we were in the gym for the assembly, they pulled a banner down for the baseball team and it had another swastika on it… but… i didn’t draw this one so.. that means someone else is doing this, and especially on the last day of tolerance education. That’s just a jerk move and obviously it isn’t someone trying to do something stupid like I was, this person is trying to spread hate around the school and it’s all because of me and me trying to one up the failed Dino poop prank. Man… now I just feel like an idiot because I started this whole thing, and nobody knows it was me. So when people find out I drew the first one… they will think I’m the one who drew them all! Oh no, what if all of my friends and family hate me for this when they find out? What would happen then… I don't wanna know! Worst part about the whole swastika thing is that more might show up, all because of me.
Tuesday, September 21st 2021
Mom told me that grandma was Jewish today… Now my mistake has turned into a massive screw up on my part. I can’t believe I'm half Jewish and I drew a swastika on the atrium wall in school for EVERYONE to see. Now when grandma finds out I drew a swastika, I'm gonna be in a LOT more trouble, even though I was already gonna be in a lot of trouble before this. Oh boy, the rest of this school year is going to be horrible for me with the guilt of drawing a swastika following me around AND more swastikas beginning to show up around the school because of ME. I feel so stupid for drawing a swastika now, I mean, I have this whole week so far but now that I know what swastikas represent, man, I feel stupid. Well, I was thinking about having a bar-mitzvah as kind of a way to forget about me drawing a swastika and apologize for drawing a swastika. I could ask dana for some help study for it if I do have a bar-mitzvah, but she might think I’m just playing around with and joking about having a bar-mitzvah, but it’s worth a shot so that’s what I’ll try and do, ask dana if she can help me study for my bar-mitzvah, if I have one..
Wednesday, September 22nd 2021
So I asked mom and dad if I could have a bar-mitzvah and dad was quite reluctant about agree but he agreed so now I just have to ask Dana if she can help me study for it, which will probably be a no without any context or story to go behind why I’m having a bar-mitzvah but that’s okay! I can explain why, though still knowing that grandma is Jewish is making my mind flood with regret over drawing a swastika but this is my way of apologizing, by having bar-mitzvah! But what if the news comes out before I can have my bar-mitzvah and everyone hates me and nobody comes to my bar-mitzvah and I’m outcasted in the town and- actually… no… I won’t let my bad thoughts distract me from my goal of having a bar-mitzvah and apologizing for drawing a swastika in the school. Also something big is starting tomorrow! We’re making a paper chain that is 6 million links long to represent the 6 million victims of the holocaust, and I was the one who came up with the idea, actually, Caroline did but I’ll take the credit since everyone thinks I came up with the idea and started it all, which I didn’t but, you know. And it all started at a student council meeting, which I don’t normally go to but meh I went this time, and because of that, everyone in the school came as well, even jordie and Michael came! That made Caroline really proud as well, so proud and excited that she screeched when we all agreed on making a paper chain. I was also quite excited but.. not so excited as to screech in front of the whole school, even Mr. Bradamis. The library was packed full of kids to, to the point where there weren’t enough seats for everyone to sit and half of the kids had to stand in the library while we came up with the ideas and then finally settled on making a paper chain, that Mr. Bradamis was very reluctant about doing so, since he thought we would run out of construction paper before we even make it to 1 million links but we convinced him, I think. Well good enough to get him to agree on letting us try and reach 6 million links, which I think we can do, easily. I’m a little nervous though , because what if when we get to school tomorrow there’s ANOTHER swastika somewhere in the school and it’s all because one person is trying to prove a point about swastikas and how they're okay to draw anywhere, which they 100% aren’t. What makes me feel even worse about drawing it, is that one of my best friends, Michael, found MY mess up and now some think it was him who drew the swastika..
Thursday, September 23rd 2021
Today was horrible, we found another swastika just this time it was outside and painted in a bright white colour on a dark, metal dumpster. I didn’t paint this one so I’m really confused on who keeps painting them, could it be one of my friends? No, they wouldn’t! I was playing twister with Caroline and a few others when it showed up so now they know it wasn’t me! It would be impossible, the paint still looked fresh and I couldn’t have painted it because like I said, I had been playing twister with Caroline and others when it showed up. On a happier note, I asked Dana if she could help me, and like I thought, she thought I was joking and said no, but after I told her my grandma's story and how I’m half Jewish she agree and invited me over for dinner at her house tonight so we can study together for it and she can help me with it. My parents already agreed to let me go over to Dana’s house tonight to study so that’s a win in my book. But I still can’t believe that someone would become a copycat of me and begin to draw swastikas all over the school. Everyone was shocked about just 1 showing up in the school but now there’s more and people know this is someone who is really REALLY trying to spread hate, and it’s not me… though everyone will think that I drew the other ones if News comes out about me drawing the first one, but that’s kind of impossible because HOW would they know or find out I was the person to draw the first swastika, it’s not like they have cameras on me 24/7 and watch my every move everyday all day, right? How would they find out about me drawing it at all? But what if they have cameras in the school that caught my every move on camera and now they know it’s me who drew the first swastika and they’re waiting for The perfect time to bring me to the office and make me confess to drawing it and then it ruins the rest of my life!? No no! I mean.. the school probably has cameras but the whole part about “now they know it’s me who drew the first swastika and they’re waiting for the perfect time to bring me to the office and ma,e ,e confess to drawing it and then ruin the rest of my life ” that was probably just me over thinking it all.. I hope.. that whole tolerance education thing has made me feel horrible, I mean, I felt horrible the whole time after it but now that I’m having a bar-mitzvah, it’s making me feel worse and that the rabbi is just going to turn me away and not let me have my bar-mitzvah because I was being stupid one day and decided to try and get back at my dad for taking me out of soccer and for the Dino poop prank failing on us… I didn’t mean to cause people to become scared to go to school because what if another swastika shows up. This whole situation is all happening because of me and my dumb, stupid mistake. I wish I could just go back in time and never have drawn that swastika because, A. We wouldn’t have had to suffer through tolerance education for 3 weeks, B. We wouldn’t have a copycat, copying the first swastika, I drew, and now more are popping up and C. We wouldn’t have to try and make a paper chain, 6 million links long, which I’m not complaining about but, we could have done something with less glue and paper.
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Worst vacation ever
I’m currently at a very expensive POS of an airbnb with my MIL and SIL and family friends. I had no say in this horror show of a vacation and we’re all staying in one huge stupid crap-tasum of stupid house build in the 90’s and never updated. Nothing works right and I’m 100% certain that the master bed did not get its sheets changed because the bed was full of crumbs. The place “sleeps” 16 but there is a 4 cup coffee pot and 1 sharp kitchen knife. The hot tub bleached out one guest’s shirt just by her brief contact with it and turning on the fan in the master bedroom causes the breaker to trip. The husband of the family friend sleeps in a recliner watching TV and is snoring up a storm in the TV room while watching CSPAN. I’m waiting with extreme horror for my MIL to get up and try to talk to me. She shout talks. She had to share her thoughts on “gays”, no seriously she says “the gays”. Also apparently she is completely unaware that a huge number of animals can change their biological sex based on the needs of the community or that parthenogenesis is a thing. She had to get shout-talkie about transgender people. Without it even being part of the conversation. No one asked but she had to share. FUCK YOU you old crabby bitch.
I got up super early because the small human did. I was not going back to sleep. So at least I got to sit and watch the world and drink some coffee. Lots of birds, deer and nice views.
However I am sad that my dad stopped taking me fishing when I was a kid because he got a bird dog.
Fuck I hear the crone moving around.
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18.06.23
Going office on a Friday cos meeting friend going chinatown for dinner...and also for a f2f meeting. Somebody 'Eh' me when I walked out the lift...I turned back n saw hubby standing there. Weee~ hubby sending me to work! Get to have breakfast tgt! Hmm...friend texted and said she can't leave home cos MIL is sick, can't take care her baby. Although I don't think is true, cos her hubby was home. 🙃
Went to visit my friend to catch up, but mostly is to let her rant hahaha~ Have not met her since my wedding and she gave birth 2 mths ago. Aww...her baby is so adorable and I'm so glad I made him giggle. Such a happy boy!
Had early father's day lunch w fam at feather blade. Would say once is good enough. Just find it a little overpriced. Hubby is so sweet...cos I tot that's all for going out but we headed home for a rest before heading out again to the gastrobeats and ilight showcase. Knew the food is going to be overpriced but many pple still Q and buy from the stall. $4 korean fishcake, $12 yakisoba and waited for 45mins for a $9 grilled squid. By the time we start to look at the ilight exhibit, hubby was all sweaty already. Poor hubby! Went mbs for toilet break n seat down for awhile to rest. So grateful to have this hubby. Hehehe~
MIL nvr fail to surprise me. Today is chi yi so have to eat vegetarian. She said lunch we will be having durian w rice. What?! I searched it up and looks like it started from Malaysia. Pple even have durian fried rice w sambal chilli. Had been eating heaty food lately, so not interested to try this dish. Heng~ MIL took 2 dumplings from a temple back for us as lunch. Phew~ Yea, it's a day I nap n eat whole day hahaha. I tried! Watch some showing Netflix while hubby took nap.
Meet my parents for dinner. I guess I'm having my PMS. Got another both parents talking to me at the same time and both talking abt different topic. Complaint abt steak was heaty for her but she requested for a beef burger (we were at five guys for milkshake) after the lunch celebration. She said there's no fish option. 🙄 There's food court at the mall.
Guess, no more fam dining for occasion since mum kept highlighting abt her leg n hemorrhoids issue. Fine~ Can't tahan she kept repeating herself and being passive aggressive again. "You dw let me live anymore right" Cont nagging after I came out from the toilet. I had to remind her that she has made her point. Sis really is not in the mood for all d nagging.
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5 times they get silly while drunk + 1 time they get sappy <3
I LOVE THIS ooooh i love this. we’re going back to post-canon for this one, simply because i miss sappy idiot husbands today. thanks for the request! the last couple have had some angst, settle in for some silly sweetness now! (tw for alcohol)
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mickey didn’t want to go out in the first place, but now that he’s here and four beers in, he can admit that he’s having a good time.
ian had been crawling out of his skin for a night out. “we’ve babysat for the last three weekends, mickey,” he whined. “can we please go out for some adult company? adults that aren’t related to us?”
he shot down mickey’s ideas for a movie night, a midnight swim, or a game of strip poker. ian was practically squirming with the need to dance a little, sip a cocktail, and then feel mickey up in the corner of some west side bar.
and when mickey really thought about it, the plan didn’t sound so bad. it just happens to go totally sideways when ian, giddy and tipsy and giggling, gets lost on his way back from the bathroom.
well, ian thinks he’s lost, anyways.
mickey has eyes on him the whole time, grinning behind his drink as ian bobs and weaves through the crowded bar. he stops at every clump of people, searching each individual’s face for any sign of mickey.
and mickey’s right fucking here, perched by the bar where he’s been all night, and absolutely within earshot. he could call to ian right now, see his face light up at the sound of his voice, but watching him sniff mickey out among the crowd is just too fucking sweet.
some people try to talk to him. “hey man,” one woman asks, placing a friendly hand on ian's shoulder, “you doin’ alright?”
“fine, fine,” he sighs. “just looking for mickey.”
when the woman has no information for him, just blinks sympathetically at him like she’s looking at a lost golden retriever, ian shakes her hand off and moves on.
he wanders around by the dj booth, red hair tinted blue and purple under the lights. mickey couldn’t possibly lose sight of him, he’s a six foot walking glow stick.
when ian realizes that mickey isn’t loitering by the speakers, he drifts around the perimeter of the bar. mickey can barely hear him now over the sound of the music and the people, but he sees ian's lips occasionally mouth his name.
mickey takes a sip of his drink and suddenly ian's on the opposite end of the bar, urgently asking the bartender if he's seen mickey.
"he's my husband," ian tells him proudly. "an' he's short but he's not that short, y'know? and he's pretty but don't tell him i told you that, okay?"
mickey snorts. ian tells him that every day.
"the guy you came in with?" the bartender asks. when ian nods wildly, he points over his shoulder at mickey. "yeah, man, he's right there."
ian, having now done a full lap around the bar looking for him, finally lays eyes on mickey. his body, already loose with alcohol, sags impossibly further in relief.
mickey grins as ian rushes to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him lightly as he speaks. "mickey," he breathes, "where did you go?"
"been right here the whole time, ian," mickey tells him. his blood is warm and his skin is flushed and ian's looking at him like he thought he'd never see him again. "had my eye on you."
ian's mouth drops open. "you watched me look for you?"
mickey shrugs, reaches out to touch ian's shirt, plays with the hem. "yeah, man," he laughs, "i'm always watchin' you."
2.
ian's takes one last pull from his drink, looking around the room through blurry, happy eyes. liam graduated middle school today, and the family outdid themselves in celebration.
the family is scattered around the gallagher living room, draped over chairs and stretched out on the floor. it's late, too late, and mickey snores softly where he's slumped against ian's shoulder.
ian nudges him off gently. "mick," he sings lightly, "come on, let's call a car. go home."
mickey stretches out like a cat, peering blearily around the room.
"mornin', sleeping beauty," lip calls from the floor, raising his root beer in toast.
"fuck off," mickey grumbles back, then reaches for his abandoned beer on the coffee table.
"nope," ian says, intercepting mickey's hand and shoving the bottle out of reach. carl snags it and quickly polishes it off. "time to go home, sleep in a real bed."
"don't wanna," mickey whines, wriggling further into the corner of the couch.
"yep, let's do it," ian urges. "it'll feel good to sleep at home. brush our teeth, floss, all that shit."
"no," mickey argues, suddenly upright and very alert. "no fucking flossing, ian."
"why not?"
"god," mickey groans, "because you're so fucking annoying when you do it."
ian's mouth drops open, offended. he can't believe mickey is still ragging on the way he flosses. it was one thing when they were in prison and they were stuck listening to every moment of each other's bathroom routines, but now that they have an actual bathroom? with a door? bullshit.
"you know," ian informs him, "you don't have to stand next to me and brush your teeth at the same time every night."
mickey huffs in response, and ian smirks. gotcha.
"he still do that thing where he sucks on his teeth?" lip chimes in, laughing a little. "that always annoyed the shit out of me, too."
mickey cheers in vindication while ian flips his brother off, visibly betrayed. he chooses not to divulge that lip bleeds everywhere when he flosses his teeth, which is way grosser, in his opinion.
"sorry, little brother," lip offers, not looking very sorry at all. "shit's gross."
alright then, game on.
"not nearly as gross as when mickey pisses all over the toilet seat and doesn't wipe it up," ian fires back.
"hey!" mickey shouts, just as tami sits up and chimes in. "oh yeah," she agrees, "lip does that shit, too. way grosser."
"at least i don't whistle while i pee," mickey accuses, raising an eyebrow at ian while lip chokes on his drink.
"that's a new habit, ian," he muses. "what's that about?"
ian ignores lip. "like you don't stand outside the door and whistle along, asshole," he directs at mickey.
mickey narrows his eyes, clearly mentally filing through ian's other infractions. "ian leaves his socks in his shoes when he takes them off," he announces.
"wait, what's wrong with that," carl asks. "that way they're there for you when you need your shoes again, right?"
ian's gesturing his thanks to carl when debbie speaks up.
"god, you're disgusting, both of you," she tells them. "don't be putting your day-old, sweaty ass socks back on the next day!"
"well mickey finishes off the milk and then just leaves the jug out instead of putting it in the bin," ian spits.
"yeah," liam murmurs, just waking up in his armchair. "we know, he did that when you guys were living here, too."
"just put it in yourself," mickey suggests, like it's the most obvious solution.
"i shouldn't have to!" ian shouts. "just rinse it out and put it in the fucking bin!"
mickey opens his mouth to argue when lip interrupts. "alright, alright," he soothes, like this isn't his fault in the first place. "you two should head home before you split up right here on the couch. i think it's safe to say you're both gross weirdos, right?"
ian and mickey grumble their assent, and ian pulls out his phone to call an uber. he leads mickey to the car when it arrives and they ride in petty, only-half-mad silence.
so ian is a little surprised when mickey leans his head on his shoulder as they near their apartment. "you know," he murmurs, "i like getting ready for bed next to you."
ian smiles, kisses his head. "oh yeah?"
"yeah," mickey agrees. "even when you're fucking disgusting."
3.
ian has never been one for valentine's day.
it's tacky, over-priced, and, if he's honest, he kind of resents the idea that he'd have to shell out a bunch of cash to prove his love just because hallmark said so.
but fuck, does he love having a valentine.
he and mickey use the evening just to spend some quiet time together. they cook a nice dinner, feed each other bites, and kiss over the dining table. ian bought a shitty little box of chocolates just because he knows mickey will eat them all after dinner.
mickey uncorks a bottle of red wine just before they sit down to eat. they don't drink a lot of wine, both preferring to stick to beers and liquor. but the wine is nice, it's romantic.
it also gets them fucking hammered.
they're lounging on the couch after dinner, and as expected, mickey is making his way through the chocolates. ian snuggles into his side, snagging one from the box and humming contentedly as he chews.
"this is nice," he murmurs. mickey nods his head, reaching for his glass of wine. "how about some music?"
mickey nods again, and ian gets up to grab his phone from the kitchen. he searches through his playlists for something romantic, but nothing piques his interest. until - oh yeah. he grins wickedly when he comes across his sexy dancing playlist.
when the music starts, mickey sits up, confused. "this isn't really what i had in mind, ian," he laughs.
ian shimmies back over to the couch, turning around in front of mickey and rolling his hips. he's little jerkier than he expects, and he stumbles lightly over his own feet.
"jesus, you're trashed," mickey breathes, bringing his hands to grip ian's ass. "you're so bad at this."
"excuse me," ian corrects, "i was a professional once."
"you sucked then, too," mickey chuckles.
"oh yeah?" ian lowers himself over mickey's lap, just hovering, grinding against nothing. "think you could do better?"
mickey grabs him by the hips and pushes him up. ian barks out a surprised laugh when he pushes him down on the couch. then, a shiver on his skin as mickey leans down and whispers, "i know i can."
the song changes; mickey chugs the last of his wine and turns back to ian. he crawls into his lap, rolling his shoulders and swirling his hips. he smirks, blushing a little as he runs his hands down ian's chest.
ian can't breathe. mickey's better than him at this.
he grabs at mickey, pulling him down hard and kissing him until they're both writhing and gasping. mickey stumbles off ian's lap and pulls him up, leading him to their bedroom.
ian stops suddenly and mickey jerks in surprise, looks back at him in question. "hold on, hold on," he laughs. "think i got a few bills in my wallet i can throw at you."
4.
ian looks unbelievably uncomfortable as he sips on his drink, watching with wide eyes as tami rants about lip's latest fuck up.
but it's his own fault for crashing mickey's monthly bar night with tami and sandy. the in-laws drinking and complaining about their gallagher counterparts is a hallowed tradition, and ian should have known better than to insist he come along.
he tries to warn ian not to say anything - shaking his head and furrowing his brow when he opens his mouth to interject. but ian either doesn't get it or he ignores him, choosing to come to his brother's defense anyway.
"i'm sure he didn't mean it like - "
"oh fuck off," tami interrupts, waving him off. "face it, ian, your brother's an idiot."
ian doesn't argue with that, but still attempts to slur his way through some advice. "i just know that when stuff like this happens with me and mickey," he starts, but he's again interrupted.
"ugh, you and mickey," sandy groans. mickey flips her off, but she continues on after slamming back a shot of whiskey. "perfect ian and mickey, childhood sweethearts."
ian just shrugs and mickey beams at him.
"stop it," sandy snaps. "you guys are so gross. mickey never shuts up about it. me and ian don't have this kinda problem," she mocks. "we just know each other too well."
ian purses his lips, nodding in consideration. "we do know each other really well," he agrees.
"prove it," sandy demands, gesturing for another beer. "fuckin' - prove it."
"bitch, what are you talking about?" mickey sighs.
"trivia!" tami cheers, "we did this with debbie last week. they bombed it."
"shut up," sandy sighs, turning back to ian and mickey. "first question," she starts, waving a finger in front of them, "who was ian's first crush?"
"jesus," mickey snorts, "that's your first question? easy. fuckin' timberlake."
tami hums, nodding as she probably considers the merits of a mid-2000s timberlake. "okay then. ian?"
a sly grin slides across ian's face and mickey wants to punch him for what he knows he's about to say. "mickey will say seagal," he says, smug as all hell. "but we all know it's me."
"fuck you," mickey mumbles, but doesn't fight it. he looked at guys before ian, noticed them and liked what he saw. but as far as longstanding feelings went, yeah, ian was the first.
sandy mimes gagging into her beer. "you disgust me. okay, moving along. first kiss?"
"that girl in the fifth grade," mickey answers, snapping his fingers as he tries to recall the name. "jessica something?"
ian nods, he can't remember her name either. "i guess that was it."
"and who was mickey's?" sandy asks, even though she already knows. the whole table already knows, and ian looks so fucking smug.
"i hate this game," mickey grumbles, taking a long sip of beer.
"here's a good one," tami says, "debbie failed this one. what's mickey's weirdest fear?"
"clowns," ian answers immediately. "especially their shoes."
"ian's afraid of raccoons," mickey supplies, both of them correct.
sandy slaps her hands over ian and mickey's eyes. "now, eye color?"
"that's a stupid fucking question," mickey argues, "i look at him every fuckin' day."
"you'd be surprised," tami snickers. "sandy failed this one."
"i'd like to see lip do this," sandy snaps back.
"blue," ian says. "like - like one of those blue slushies. so fuckin' blue."
"poetic," sandy mutters. "mick?"
"green. too goddamn green, it's distracting. alien lookin' bitch."
"what's his favorite thing to sing in the shower?" tami asks, leaning forward in interest.
"ian doesn't sing in the shower, but he whistles when he pees," mickey snickers. "in the shower he reenacts arguments he thinks he lost, trying to come up with better comebacks."
ian can't argue with that; he did it earlier today.
"mickey does beastie boys," ian answers. "missy elliot when he thinks i'm not home."
"i hate you both," sandy sighs. "alright, last one - who lasts longer in bed?"
it's a scramble to answer, both of them slamming their hands against the table: "me."
5.
it's been a long week.
ian and mickey are slumped together on the couch, both knocking back glasses of cheap sparkling wine - a housewarming gift from jill that they've only now opened.
mickey scratches ian's back and ian practically purrs in thanks.
"you know who likes this shit?" he asks, and mickey hums in question. "mandy," ian tells him. mickey snorts in amusement.
"of course she does," he says. "mandy always pretended to drink straight whiskey all the time, but i know she loves the pink shit."
"we used to sit on the roof at my house and split a bottle," ian recalls wistfully. "i miss her."
"yeah," mickey sighs, "me, too."
ian sits straight up, face lit up with an idea. "mickey," he breathes, "we have phones."
"we sure do, champ," mickey laughs.
"we can call her!" he cries, reaching for his phone.
"ian, it's one in the morning."
"she'll wanna talk to me," ian insists, already dialing mandy for facetime.
and so she does. mandy lights up when she sees them, toasting them with her own glass of pink wine. they talk for a few minutes, exchanging details about their weeks, their siblings, their jobs.
mandy hangs up when her partner calls to her, in need of a refill.
"who do we call next?" ian asks, clearly having enjoyed himself.
"fucking no one," mickey tells him. who else would he want to talk to?
but ian is already pulling up fiona's contact details. she smiles wide when she sees them, propped up in bed and gazing at their flushed faces.
"having fun?" she asks, giggling when ian nods exaggeratedly.
"he drank a glass and a half of bubbles," mickey tells her by way of explanation.
"you look happy, sweet face," fiona coos, and ian beams at her.
they send her off to bed, and ian's calling lip before mickey can steal his phone away.
"someone better be dying, ian," lip warns.
"lemme talk to freddie," ian demands, peering down at his phone as if looking for his baby nephew. "i gotta say hi to freddie."
"jesus, ian," mickey laughs. "what time did i say it was?"
"exactly," lip agrees sternly. "hang the fuck up and call me tomorrow."
ian pouts when the screen goes dark, but instantly brightens with another idea.
"liam," he breathes when his brother answers, "lemme say hey to freddie."
"nice to see you too, ian," liam sighs. lip's in the background - go the fuck to sleep, ian!
"sorry," liam shrugs, "no can do." he waves at mickey before hanging up.
ian turns to him with wide, pleading eyes. "i miss freddie," he sulks.
"tell you what," mickey offers. "you drink a fat glass of water right now, and we'll bring donuts over there in the morning."
ian sprints to the kitchen for a cup.
+1
their anniversary is quiet this year. ian set it up this time, but mickey had insisted on something simpler - and less expensive.
they sit on the floor, leaning on pillows and surrounded by candles, sipping on whiskey and munching on strawberries.
"you look so good right now," ian murmurs, "all lit up like that."
mickey hums, gaze fixed on his husbands lips, pink and wet with fruit. he reluctantly pulls his eyes away, drinking in the rest of him. "your hair is fuckin' glowing right now," he notes. "love that hair."
his belly is warm with whiskey, with love. another year with this man.
"i love your hair," ian replies easily, quickly. "love smelling it, love pulling on it."
mickey grins, picking up on the game.
"love your freckles," he says, loving the way ian flushes, looking down at his glass. "you got goddamn stars on your skin."
"constellations, you mean?"
"i said what i said," mickey snaps heatlessly. "stars, man."
"i love your tattoos," ian tells him. "i love what they mean to you. love how sexy they are."
"love your big, stupid hands. love when you grab me with 'em."
"i love your ass," ian says seriously, like he's never meant anything more. "mickey, i love your ass."
"and i love yours," mickey agrees. "love your ass, love your dick."
ian sits up fully then, wobbling a little, eyes searching mickey's for a moment.
"i love you," he says. "i love that you love me, i love that you married me."
mickey is stunned for a moment - he thought for sure ian was going to keep going on about his ass. but god, he loves him.
"i love you," mickey echoes. "love that big, bleeding heart you got in there. love how you take care of me."
"i love how good you are, how strong you are. i love how creative you are."
"i love how fuckin' sweet you are. love how much you love."
ian leans over, kisses him. mickey brings his hands to his face, keeping him there.
"i love you," they breathe against each other's lips.
the lists are long, the things they love about each other. but tonight they've got nothing but time.
#alcohol tw#this one was SO FUN thank you#sometimes i feel a little weird about ian drinking but like#he does it on the show and also so do i 🤷🏻♀️#moderation folks#in the first one i’m picturing a very specific dive bar that i have also been lost in#had to bring the milk jug thing back#fuckin HATE that#let them reclaim the lap dance!#once again these tags with no context... what am i saying ever#ian trying to facetime fred made me laugh so hard he's such an idiot#once again written on my phone#also while waiting for my MIL to show up#no idea when they're getting here HELP#so excuse any typos and mistakes i am a mess today#shameless#tumblr writing
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