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yabakuboi · 1 month

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Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.

"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.

He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.

"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.

So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?

Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.

He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.

"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should have— I wanted to—"

"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have to— I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you back—"

"Come with me," Eddie burst.

And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.

"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"

Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don't—"

"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."

"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."

All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.

#steddie #my fic #shush mal #something something once again about eddie being the bravest when it comes to love something something #anyways they pack steve's shit that night and leave early the next morning to make up for eddie's lost time to get to wherever he's going #and they live happily ever after amen #my steddies

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love-in-the-time · 5 months

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“the funny thing is, i fought all those battles all those years, and now I know what for: this. i’ve never been so happy in my life.”

"AND THIS IS MY CONCLUSION."

#tatennant #fourteen x donna #doctordonna #much ado about nothing #donna noble #and then they lived happily ever after together forever and ever amen #catherine tate #david tennant

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novelconcepts · 11 months

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Can you tell the story where you slept in your wife's (not at the time) apartment with jeans on because you're a gigantic lesbian?

I literally turned to my sibling when this message came in yesterday and asked if they’d done this to me, so congrats, this gives massive younger sibling energy. Uh, sure! I’d been hanging out at my wife-to-be’s place for a while, thinking she was Very Straight and trying not to be a total disaster about it. When I slept over, I generally crashed in the living room on a giant purple chair (amazing for movie watching; less great for sleeping through the night), but one night, she was like “this is silly, just come share my bed.”

I, of course, figured this was Normal Straight Woman behavior and was having a light panic about it. So, when she asked if I wanted to borrow a pair of sweatpants or something to sleep in, my only response was—okay, look, back up. Way up, to when I was a kid hanging out at friends’ houses. I was ALWAYS the kid who, when the parent asked if I wanted a snack, panicked and said no. Even if I was starving. Every time, instant-no, because I didn’t want to be a bother. So, even at 26, this mentality kicked into overdrive. You’re already offering your bed, I have a crush on you, I think you’re straight, you KNOW I’m gay, this is decidedly messy—no, no, I’m good, I don’t need sweats.

Of course, she’s like, “…you sure?” And it’s too late to back out now, so my disaster ass has no choice but to cheerfully announce, “Yeah! Of course! I sleep in my jeans all the time!” Which. Wasn’t strictly untrue; I was always collapsing on my bed and passing out fully dressed, because I am a professional nap enthusiast and we do not need Bed Appropriate Outfits in which to sleep. But obviously this doesn’t usually apply to sleeping at night, and it DEFINITELY shouldn’t apply to sharing a bed with another human? So. Yeah. She’s very kind, she didn’t call me a liar, and as time went on, I eventually started accepting sleepwear.

Much, much later, when we’d started dating, she was like, “Y’know, I didn’t know what to do with you. I always had a really good track record with people I was interested in taking their pants off, so I just assumed I wasn’t your type.”

#ask #my wife #she was SO my type. and still is.#me: this hot artsy theater girl with a motorcycle and a septum piercing wants to spend time with me she MUST be straight #her: this nerdy smartass lesbian doesn’t take her pants off in my bedroom she MUST not be interested #amazing that we worked our shit out. and lived happily ever after amen

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heartsdefine · 2 months

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frodo vc: this is my husband, sam, and this is sam's wife, rosie—

#and they all lived happily ever after in bag end together amen #re; frodo baggins. ( endurance beyond hope )#crack; frodo.

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bowofbalance · 2 months

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we always want to hear projecting headcannons!

Thank you for the enthusiasm and also for waiting a while with this. Warning: this will make no sense because A) my brain is doing that thing today where it moves in 15 different directions at once and B) I'm also having trouble with English now (even though my Spanish isn't getting better, other languages are getting worse. go figure) but I hope you can figure out what it means anyway.

I think Cameron would have been vegetarian/vegan when she was younger. She would have been able to empathize with animals more than humans and that would have come out a lot stronger when she was a kid/teenager because as she grew up, she trained herself to maintain the image of empathizing with people better. But when she was young, she would have strongly preferred being with animals. They're easier to understand- there's simple rules, like let the dog sniff you before you touch it or give the cat some space. So she would have had a pet (cat, if you ask me, since that's what she inflicted on Chase too later). And she would have preferred being with her cat over humans always. So naturally, animal rights were more important to her than they were to the average person and she ended up vegetarian or vegan, I can't decide.

But the thing with kids is that they grow up eventually, and Cameron realized when she got older that people thought she was very odd for caring about animals as much as she did. She also started noticing that her general inability to understand people (what they want, how they feel, what they expect, all of those kinds of things) made it very hard for her to interact with people. And she already knew that she wanted to be a doctor, so she wanted to be good with people to help her patients. So she realized that she would have to care more about people and less about animals to make that happen. She started eating meat as a way to force herself to do all that, and became absolutely obsessed with being as kind and empathetic to people as she possibly could.

Then, she meets a guy who's dying and there's her perfect opportunity to test herself and see if she cares more about a person dying than an animal. So she marries him, and when he dies, she's absolutely devastated even though she already knew it was coming. And she's also happy, because she's finally a Good Person That's Good With People. But still, she doesn't always understand what people are thinking or feeling so she becomes obsessed with being that Good Person That's Good With People and she wants to fix everyone that's broken. And House is a perfect choice because he doesn't act like a normal person, he says what he means, so Cameron thinks he's easier to understand (can I get someone else to do autistic Cameron? I feel like that would be fun).

In conclusion, the only way to fix Cameron is by giving her a cat and making her a vet instead of a human doctor. This answer was written with the cat sitting on my lap and threatening to block my access to the keyboard unless I turn it into pro cat propaganda (<- kidding, I actually think I like animal person Cameron who doesn't understand people. plus this is my projection, not the cat's).

#and because cameron is a lesbian (obviously) she ends up trying to fix thirteen #who is similarly broken and also not great with people and also a woman finally for once in cameron's life #but then thirteen ends up fixing cameron because they get four cats and live happily ever after amen #please forgive me this is complete nonsense i know. i cannot use my head well at the moment sorry guys #anon #asks #house md #allison cameron

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danthropologie · 1 year

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checo being a good rb second driver and falling victim to the narrative. however the only thing stronger than the narrative of the second rb driver trying all they can to beat max and failing is the narrative of the prodigal son 😋

it's the prodigal son narrative, but it's ALSO daniel closing the loop on the second driver narrative!! it began with him, with a car so cursed he was ready to pass it off to pierre before the season was even over with, but a car he willingly chose to leave. ever since then, it's just been failure after failure after failure with second drivers falling victim to the narrative. but by getting daniel back into that seat, giving him the redemption he so desperately needs, he can also scoff directly in the face of the narrative and succeed where others have failed because his entire career since leaving red bull has literally been preparing him for the moment when he would swallow his pride and go back, back where he and max can push each other to be the best versions of themselves possible!!

#they're teammates until max retires and live happily ever after amen 😌#dan #silly season22 #answered #anonymous #daniel ** **** ** *** **** challenge :/#rbr v merc: daniel edition

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axelrod45 · 10 months

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Decided to draw Melia/Venam before the Twitter meme died. Love me these blorbos. Never wanna use non-Ultra Fine point Sharpie for outlining ever again.

#pokemon rejuvenation #rejuv #melia #venam #i want them to live happily ever after #amen

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harkonnin · 1 month

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* The heart is not meant to rule *

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader

Slow burn, knife kink, blood kink, strangers to lovers, softer!Feyd-Rautha, CONSENT, 18+, arranged marriage, assassination, poison, murder, etc

Chapter 1 - Introduction Chapter 2 - Beginnings are such delicate times Chapter 3 - Eclipse Chapter 4 - A Time of Quiet Between the Storms Chapter 5 - Harkonnen Arena Chapter 6 - Water of life

*****

After a few more, albeit boring, days on Giedi Prime the Baron agrees on allowing you and your family to return to Caladan. He also states that Feyd and a bunch of servants would shortly join you once you’re settled again. This was code for ‘make sure the castle is up to standard before I send Feyd over’. Your father obliged happily; he even cracked a smile at the Baron. Very unlike him but happy to return home, as were most of you.

As soon as you return home you are greeted by your loyal subjects and ushered into the bathing areas. There’s a lot of toxic grime to wash off you, Giedi Prime really wasn’t the best place to visit, let alone live. You sat in a hot bath of rose salts and contemplated Feyd’s arrival, the things necessary to make his stay more pleasant. You’re pretty sure that the standards of living were better on Caladan, so besides personal interests, there wasn’t much you could do.

In the next few days you discussed the guest rooms, seeing if everything would be fitting for the Na-Baron. You had to admit you were quite excited at the prospect of seeing Feyd again, experiencing him out of his comfort zone, on a planet that didn’t worship him. Like a fish out of the water, which Caladan had plenty of. You wonder if he ever even saw the oceans before, the green fields you had, the scent of a Caladian rose, the feeling of a fresh fish in your hands after having captured it… there was so much unspoken positive anxiety in your mind that it slowly dawned on you that you started to develop feelings in a certain way.

After about a week, the Harkonnen arrived. A huge, pitch-black ship landed on the green fields and your entire family stood outside to greet them upon arrival. As the ship door made a shushing sound whilst opening, your brother looked at you, a small smile on his lips. You mouthed ‘what’ at him, also smiling. He smiled a bit deeper and shook his head. “Nothing”, he said, whilst putting his hands up defensively. He was mocking you, he obviously read your body language these past days, and it was safe to say that you were looking forward to this moment a bit too much. You had been found talking to servants about the amenities you all needed to provide in extensive detail, you’ve never really cared that much about a guest before, but somehow now it involved your potential soon to be husband, and everything needed to be perfect.

Paul thought it was endearing, he would always be the protective older brother, yet seeing you genuinely interested in a formal setting like that also made him happy inside. He planned to have a talk with Feyd in the future before anything ever happened, to make sure you would be taken care of. And if not, there would be consequences. But for now, keeping the peace would be the simplest.

The ship door had fully levelled, and people started to walk down and out of the ship. It was slightly clouded on Caladan, almost always, so everything was a bit dimmed and dulled out. Everyone was dressed in formal wear, your father had on his military jacket, so did your brother. Your mother was dressed in a light blue flowing dress with a hood, and you were wearing a green to white gradient flowing dress, a very different view than the clothing you wore on Giedi Prime. Feeling safe at home and free, the dress expressed the colours of your house and the way your planet looked for outsiders. If you had to say so yourself, you looked stunning. The wind softly making your dress sway and making the dress even more alluring.

You spotted Feyd from the small crowd now in front of your family, also in formal attire. Harkonnens stood for strong and contrasting black and white colouring, so it was no surprise to see him in a full black outfit. A leather top with long sleeves, and a thick wide pant combined into a statuesque Na-Baron who had a very imposing and cold demeanour. When your eyes met however, he smiled at you, making your heart skip several beats. It still felt extremely strange to you that you were so affected by him, knowing the history and the place he came from. Seeing him murder prisoners, the fact that he attacked you on your first day, the speculation that he might’ve murdered his own mother… everything was a red flag, and yet you didn’t want to give up on him for some reason. Maybe this time seeing the best in people, or giving everyone an equal chance, would end up killing you. But it wouldn’t be like you to not at least try once.

Feyd had been travelling for a few days prior to landing, being utterly bored in the ship. No one to train with, no one to pester. None of his family joined him, as he would be fine in the care of the Atreides, so all he had was a few servants to sit with. He all but locked himself in his quarters preparing for the arrival on Caladan. When they finally did, he jumped up, almost ecstatic about finally getting out of this ship. Or so he thought. He was looking forward to this meeting most of all, taking the days long trip happily a few times over to be able to see you again. He had been opposed to a forced marriage, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about you.

As he got dressed for these unnecessary formalities, he decided on an outfit that would strike fear, something that would set him apart from the people on Caladan. A servant knocked on the door to announce they would be landing soon. Feyd hurried to the door of the ship, walking with determination. As the door opened with a loud noise, he started to smell the scent of your planet. A petrichor reached his nose, fresh and earthy. A hint of salt, and a feeling of a dusting of rain on his face. He closed his eyes and took it all in, the air felt extremely clean here, it was like he had never experienced such an innocent feeling from nature. He chuckled to himself, weirdly enough this reminded him of you. How the both of you enveloped the feeling of your home planets so well.

The light that shone on your planet was soft, and the colours struck him. He wasn’t used to going off planet, and neither were his servants. This was all very new and overwhelming in a way. There were some servants who even exclaimed softly how beautiful this was, looking at the green grass like they had never seen anything like it before. They started to move out of the ship, and he saw you standing on a small platform with your family. You seemed to be in conversation with your brother, both smiling. Struck by your beauty and gentleness of your soft smile, his breath hitched in his throat, not being used to this feeling he started to wonder if the oxygen on this planet was trying to choke him. Realising he was not, he swallowed hard and started to move out of the ship after the servants.

As he started to approach your family, you turned towards him, and your eyes met. He kept your stare and started to feel his palms sweat. Being nervous was not an emotion Feyd often experienced, certainly not with women or people weaker than him. He smiled at you however, trying to calm himself down. When you smiled back, he felt his worries disappear. You had that effect on him, and like a drug he didn’t want to quit that feeling. He vowed to himself to make you smile more often.

After some long moments of formalities, you were all finally sat at the dining table, Feyd had been shown to his quarters earlier, and pretty much sent all the servants back home, save two. He had no interest in being babied, and wanted to experience Caladan like you would. If need be, he could always ask one of your ‘servants’ to do something for him. Little did he know that your family didn’t have the concept of servants, and instead the people helping and looking after your family were all here because of their own free will. People that would go through fire for their duke and his family. Feyd would soon come to understand all this, but for now, dinner was served.

The food on Caladan was vastly different, more fresh and more direct than the food they ate on Giedi Prime. There were huge plates of fish and wild animals, complimented by the freshest greens and fruit you had. The dining table was a lot smaller than Feyd was used to, and he was sat in front of you again, but able to reach you with his legs. You were aware of this however and decided to keep your legs tucked under your chair for now, not wanting to illicit a reaction that could be misinterpreted. Feyd seemed to enjoy the food however, you imagine he had been hungry since the food on a traveling ship is always a bit depressing. It’s more survival food than anything else. The conversation between your father and Feyd was pleasant so far. Leto thanking Feyd for taking the time to experience Caladan for the time being and asking him if he wanted to have training days with his best warriors. Feyd almost rolled his eyes at the idea that there would be anyone who would be able to beat him on this planet, but he reacted honourably instead.

It felt like he was going beyond to impress you, to be as respectable as you had wanted. You realised you might’ve been a bit too harsh on the Harkonnen and on Feyd. You relax in your chair a bit more at the revelation and allow yourself to drop your guarded expressions. Feyd notices the shift in your body language, like the predator he is, and makes eye contact with you. You give him a soft smile and his eyes soften a bit at your honesty. You let your legs stretch out a little bit and accidently brush Feyd’s foot. You don’t dare to look up however, knowing full well what his expression might be.

You clear your throat after a few more seconds and look up at Feyd in a slightly more guarded way. You excuse yourself and express gratitude towards Feyd and his servants for making the trip all the way to Caladan. Tomorrow would be the day that you show him the land, castle and people that make up your culture, your history, lineage, and all the sort that makes House Atreides what they are. You decide to retire early and make the most out of your sleeping schedule. Feyd stands up as you do and bows before you leave, expressing his interest and how he looks forward to tomorrow. It’s slightly off putting how he says it, but you decide not to let it get the better of you.

You had much difficulty trying to get to sleep, tossing and turning often. You never really have dreams like your brother does, you sometimes see very faint visions but can almost never recall what it meant. Last night was exactly like that. You keep dreaming of the wet, damp grass under your hands, but none of it means anything. It just seems like 1% of the actual scene that’s being played in your subconscious. You wish you had more insight, but that would require more Bene Gesserit training, and you really did not want to do that. So, for now all you had was that moment in the grass.

You get out of bed and go to the en suite bathroom, splash some water in your face and prepare for the day. Be it lack of sleep, or you not being on guard on your home planet, you decide to wear something more casual. You assume that formalities are now over, and Feyd would be a temporary guest instead of a representative of house Harkonnen. You hope he also drops the formalities, as this seems to make the tension appear higher than it should be. You have nothing to fear on Caladan, besides the need of wanting to stay. A problem for later honestly.

As you leave to get some quick breakfast you notice a servant of Feyd near your bedroom door. You look at her and she looks down immediately, she seems innocent enough, but so did the servant that poisoned you. You’re cautious at this point, but walk up to her nonetheless. She notices you coming over and addresses you.

“Lady Atreides,” you notice as she speaks that this was the same servant girl that spoke to you about the history of the Harkonnen, who told you about Feyd’s childhood. “It’s nice seeing you again, uuh-“ you linger, not knowing her name. “What’s your name actually? Sorry, I never asked.”

You see her freak out a tad, her eyes wide, you definitely overstepped a boundary of some sort. She hesitates long enough for you to feel pity for her.

“… Tula, my lady.” You sigh happily, “tell me Tula, why are you here?”

She looks up at you and smiles softly, it’s almost strange to see a Harkonnen servant girl smile. You truly wonder if Feyd has ever hurt her, already feeling pissed off if he ever did.

“The na-Baron has asked me to give you this, as a token of his appreciation.”

She holds in her hand a blade, pitch black and engraved. It has a dark green shine on the hilt and a foreign looking shape to it. You feel like this is a kind of wealth your family is not used to, it feels expensive. It’s also incredibly sharp which makes it one of the deadliest items you’ve ever received. You realise that this type of gift coming from him means a lot. It feels like he’s showing you a part of his heart, like he’s being open with you about his intentions. Although it could also be a challenge.

“Tell me,” you say as you take the blade in one hand, “on Giedi Prime, is giving someone a blade a gift or a challenge, because I need to know if he is going to attack me later or not”.

Having heard about your first encounter, Tula chuckles, which makes you smile at her some more.

“No no, my Lady, this is quite certainly a gift, he made sure of that”, she points out a tiny red hawk in the engraved portion.

You look at it up close, it looked like extremely intricate work. You’re amazed he managed to get this made in less than a week. Tula sees you stare at the knife and decides to speak up.

“If the Lady has no more requests, I shall return to my quarters”, she speaks softly.

You look at her, deciding against conveying a message to Feyd via her.

“Maybe I should introduce you to our friends in the castle, I seriously doubt Feyd needs all your help right now. Just relax and take in Caladan while you’re here.”

She looked paler than usual, maybe you were testing her limits more than you should. It was important for you however that the servants also had a good stay. Since you had no intention of abusing your power anytime soon, the difference in an Atreides and a Harkonnen, so to speak. She went dead quiet as she ushered her to follow you as you introduced her to some of the castle staff. There weren’t too many people working there, but the few that did, were to be trusted.

As you left her in the capable hands of the people that practically raised you, you made your way to your quarters again. You put the gift, the blade, on your nightstand and admired it for a few more minutes. It was impressive that for someone so atrocious, brutal and primal, he had the instinct to do something that might be considered weak and nice. It was like he was pushing against the boundaries in which he was raised, trying to see what it would be like should he have chosen his own path.

Speculation, of course. For you couldn’t trust him for now. And he had no intention of marrying you, so you wondered what his plan was with you.

As you make your way towards Feyd’s quarters one of your staff members informs you he already left his bedroom earlier this morning. She mentions he said something about needing training and requested for a strong fighter to be his training partner. You already feel sorry for the person who got tasked with that.

You go down a flight of stairs and walk a tad faster as soon as you hear the grunts and breaths of two people fighting. You turn the corner and see Feyd wrestling with Duncan. You decide to lean against the wall and study them both. They looked like they had been at it for quite a while already, both too stubborn to give in or stop, or both equally intimidated and wanting to prove themselves. Their wrestling match ends up in Duncan being flung over Feyd’s back and pinned down with his long legs, his arm in a tough position, where it could be snapped within any second now.

You decide to break up the tension.

“I think we have a winner,” you shout.

Both men perk up at you, slightly shocked at hearing you. Feyd let’s go of Duncan’s arm and unwraps from his torso. They’re both sweating and Duncan’s hair is undone. He smiles warmly at you, and you go up towards them. He tackles you into a hug and picks you up, you exclaim from all the sweat you’re feeling. Feeling instantly dirty and a tad embarrassed that Feyd is watching you through all this, you tell him to put you down while laughing.

Feyd’s expression was hard to read at this point, he was glistening with sweat, the sun making him look paler than before. You look at him awkwardly, almost saying sorry for this entire display, but Duncan breaks the silence for you.

“I thought you were going to snap me in half, Harkonnen.”

He weirdly compliments Feyd’s fighting ability as he lets go of you. Feyd’s eyes still on you.

“I still might,” he says, as he turns his glance towards the older man. He takes it in for a few seconds, “I believe you might,” he turns to you “Is it true what they say about him, my Lady?”

You cock your head to the side and take a good look at Feyd’s expression. The last thing you want to do is offend your guest.

“That he’s a formidable fighter?” you reach out to your scar, and he watches your hand, his expression once more guarded, unreadable. You smile softly at him, trying to lighten the situation. “I’ve seen it first-hand, just be glad this isn’t a knife fight.”

Somehow that didn’t lighten the tension, as Duncan just realised what that scar meant. He frowns and looks over to Feyd.

“Did you do this?”, he said as he got in Feyd’s face.

You try to de-escalate the situation by trying to talk to Duncan, but the damage was done. Feyd Interrupted your start of a sentence and got closer to him.

“I caught her roaming the halls of our palace with her weapons in her hands, she looked like a foreign assassin to me. I only did what was natural.”

His tongue like a viper, enjoying this moment of peacocking in front of you. You honestly didn’t want this to turn south, as both men had a point, but they were overreacting right now.

You decide to step in between them, facing Duncan. A clear signal that as the Lady Atreides you had to defend your guest in this moment.

“You can’t let him do this to you,” Duncan says.

You look over your shoulder at Feyd, his eyes burning into yours, you trusted him to not do anything rash. You took a glimpse of his cheek, where the scar you left him was still a pink-ish tone, indicating that you cut deeper than he did. As you turned to the front again you noticed Feyd had gotten closer to you, standing firmly behind you.

“As you can see, I didn’t just let him.”, you hope this is enough for now to convince Duncan that you were fine, and that your first meeting was just, weird at best.

You had no idea what Feyd was doing at this point, but Duncan did. Feyd kept staring at you, it unsettled him. He feared for your life at this point, but knowing his position he also knew he had little to no say about these agreed upon formalities.

“If you ever need anything, you know where to find me.” He spoke to you. “As for you, if you ever hurt her, I will know where to find you.”

And with the end of that threat, he leaves. You keep your eyes on him as he leaves, sighing softly. It almost felt sad to you, he seemed hurt for some reason. You hope he comes around soon, since losing Duncan would be one of the worst things that could happen to you.

Feyd waits until you turn around, looking up at him. He was a looming presence, everywhere and always. You also just noticed that the clothes he wore were somewhat casual. A long sleeve black top with a harness on top of it, long sleek pants and tough boots. His top was sticking to his torso like it was hanging on for dear life. You couldn’t keep yourself from looking down a bit, mesmerised by his muscular but slim body, his soft white skin contrasting the harsh black colours. The sun probably didn’t help to cool him down either.

You feel a bit more relaxed now that Duncan is gone, the awkward peacocking having stopped now. You look up at Feyd and your eyes soften.

“I’m quite impressed by your physical prowess, Feyd,” praising him like that would surely calm him down a bit but having worded it like that made him chuckle almost. Y

ou just realised the innuendo you spoke and turn a bit red in the face. He creeps closer, only a few inches from your face. He smells like dew on grass, having rolled around in it all this morning.

“What did my Lady think of her gift?” he looks down at you, his breathe hitting your face softly, taking you in for the first time today.

Noticing you were dressed more casual today, less uncomfortable. Formalities were also something that restricted Feyd, he understood having the need to feel at ease, in whatever skin you wanted to portray yourself that day. He appreciated the fact that you dropped formalities with him, making this transition to Caladan all the easier for him.

You start to walk, your arm making a sign for him to follow as you do. He joins you on your right side.

“It looks absolutely gorgeous Feyd. I’m extremely flattered at the craftsmanship that went into it, thank you.”

His hands are resting behind his back, so you can’t quite shake his hand. So instead you just smile up at him. He loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, how softly you say his name. No hate dripping off if it whatsoever. He was new to you, and you felt like someone who wouldn’t judge a person based on hear-say or looks.

“It was made by our finest craftsmen, the blade itself made from a meteorite that shared your birth year”.

What the hell.

“How-? How did you find a meteorite like that? On Giedi Prime?”

He actually chuckled; you still had a lot to learn about the Harkonnen. The amount of wealth they had was something you couldn’t fathom. An Atreides getting a meteorite stone would take weeks, months if it was a specific one, and it would also be an investment rather than a simple purchase. You weren’t poor, but Feyd’s richer than thou chuckle made you feel it.

“House Harkonnen could give you everything your heart desired. Anything.”

He looked at you intensely, meaning every word he just said. You’re a bit taken aback. Feyd keeps trying to woo you but has also expressed his need to stay a single man. He can’t have it both ways. You will not be someone’s concubine; your parents might love each other but they should have been married a long time ago. You will not share the same faith.

As you open your mouth to discuss such matters, Gurney Halleck walks just around the corner with a group of soldiers, all in military dress up. It has been weeks since you’ve seen him. He always gave you the feeling that he was this grumpy but attentive uncle you had, even though he wasn’t family. In your excitement you didn’t realise you had walked over to the group and hugged Gurney. He was all smiles and hugged you back, the men also greeting you. As you had some small talk, he brushed some hair out of your face and squeezed your arm as he said goodbye.

Feyd realised that the people of Caladan loved you, you were well respected as the Duke’s daughter but most of all, loved. Not feared like him. He realised you had enough prospects that could marry you if they were given the chance and opportunity. And it seemed you had a good relationship with all of them, not to say this made him jealous. The way you were engaging with them, touching them, and how they were touching you. It made him seethe with anger. You were supposed to be his, his betrothed. He felt possessive over you, protective but also controlling. He never really cared that much for anyone, or at least he thought that this was “caring”.

Gurney moved past you to go and shake Feyd’s hand, introducing himself as weapons master to house Atreides. The Harkonnen reluctant to shake his hand, making it awkward for everyone in the room.

“… Come on now son, I don’t have all day”, he spoke.

Feyd sees you staring at him and feels the need to at least show some niceties to your ‘servants’. He gives Gurney his hand and squeezes it strongly. The older man just laughs, and you softly sigh to yourself, apparently quite tense at the situation at hand. They break the handshake, but Feyd is giving him a death stare. It wasn’t uncommon for people your age to have dabbled in, let’s say, intimate intercourse with servants or staff members, certainly before getting sent off to get married for political reasons. The fact that you were unabashedly talking to all these men sent Feyd into a mental spiral. He started to assume things that weren’t there. Call it insecurity or possessiveness, both came from a lack of control in his life.

Gurney bids you both farewell and makes his way towards the barracks with his men. Feyd notices some of these men were eyeing you up, their pupils dilated or he noticed a difference in their breathing. As they moved past him, he shot his eyes back at you, but stayed quiet. You feel something shift uncomfortably in your stomach, had you offended him? Was this all too casual for him, having to meet people he would deem as lowly servants?

There was an awkward silence between you two, as you walked back to enter the castle. You decide to speak up, the tension killing you inside.

“My Lord Na-Baron, did I offend you in any way just now?” you choose your words carefully, not wanting to upset him any further.

You saw his jaw tightening as you spoke, something was definitely wrong.

“If my Lady wants to explain herself for her behaviour, I will gladly listen.”

He spat out, voice more gravely than what you were used to. You are taken aback and blink a few times as his words go through your mind. You stop dead in your tracks. He doesn’t notice until he’s a few steps ahead.

“My… behaviour?” you softly speak. “I don’t know if it’s normal for someone of your stature to be in close contact with your soldiers like that. On Giedi Prime you would be labelled… promiscuous.”

There was nothing funny about the way he said it, he was not smiling, yet you felt the need to huff a laugh at him. He had the balls to call you a slut in your own house. Your own planet. After seeing you be nothing more than friendly with people who have known you since childhood. The Harkonnen truly were a different species of human, their entire belief system was built on an insecurity and distrust of others. It was clear to you now, Feyd would never allow you to stay as free as you were now. He’d rather lock you up in a cage, like a bird, in his possession.

“It’s funny how you think I should not be allowed to sleep around if I wanted to, when you have your own set of concubines to choose from back at home.” You snap back at him, sounding more vicious than you planned to. Tit for that.

He looked anything but pleased at that. Remembering he had murdered his concubines for the sheer sake of their jealousy towards you, he now had nothing back home in that matter.

“You are promised to ME, and I will use everything in my power to keep it like that,” he says as he gets closer to you, “I will not let you forget it either,” he grabs a fistful of your hair in his hand and pushes you against the wall in the castle hall.

You grunt and your hands automatically go towards his strong arm. He’s looming over you at this point, you’re reacting to the pain on your head from his unnecessary violence. Tears start to form in your eyes, his grasp softening a little bit. Your breathing is heavy on his lips, he’s close, much too close.

“Let go of me,” you struggle to get the words out without sounding pathetic.

At this point a tear falls down your cheek, over your scar. He trails it with his eyes then looks back into yours.

“I will never share you with anyone, you’re much too pretty for that.”

He’s saying all these nice words, whilst pinning you against the wall. You’re about 3 seconds away from kicking him in his nether region but realise he still had a hand free, which would most likely result in you falling to the ground and hurting yourself, so you decide against it.

“What does it matter Feyd?” you manage to spit out at him.

He loves seeing the fire behind your eyes, your defiance, even if you’re put into a weaker position. He searches for someone who can hold his interest, who has the same intensity as he does.

Instead of answering he waits for you to elaborate, cocking his head to the side.

“You said you have no-no intention of marrying me, so why does it fucking matter to you?!” another tear drops from your eye, a real one this time.

Your insecurity shining through, your need to be worth it for someone, even if it was a psychotic Harkonnen. You stop trying to push him away, and let your hands go soft around his arm. You stare up at him with your teared up eyes, hoping he understood that you weren’t here to fight him.

He believes your honesty, he also realises you’re probably a virgin, since it’s truly uncommon that a woman your age would have done anything before marriage. It also doesn’t seem like House Atreides is built on the satisfaction of personal needs, but the needs of the many. He has no friendships on Giedi Prime, only servants. He loves seeing you all needy for him, but also realises he hurt you in the progress to get to hear those words from you. The last thing he wants is an unhealthy relationship between you both.

He lets go of your head, putting his hand on the wall behind you. You’re still stuck between the wall and his tall figure, holding his arm for the little stability you get from it. He looks down at you, eyes filled with lust and his remaining anger. You're staring at each other and you feel your heart pound in your chest...

#feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd x you #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune part two #dune movie #dune 2 #dune #dune part 2 #dune fanfiction

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thinking about a maxiel baseball au…

daniel is a veteran starting pitcher former rookie of the year several time all-star who’s having the worst slump of his career.. his ERA is sky high he’s getting pulled from games in like inning 3.. gets traded mid-season from the team he’s been with since the start (in my mind it’s the dodgers lmaooo) and it’s a slap in the face as he’s shipped across the country to some team that’s not even in playoff contention… meets max the rookie starting pitcher who’s been EATING with his off speed pitches that no one can seem to hit… max who takes to daniel immediately but he’s blunt and intense and criticizes daniel’s pitching (he’s only trying to help bc he knows how good daniel can be 😔) and daniel is not used to not being the ace but suddenly he’s second string to this odd dutch kid with the insane forkball and it SUCKS… daniel’s still pitching like shit and he’s only ever really been a fastball pitcher but now that he’s older and maybe he was out last season w an injury so his fastball isnt as.. well.. fast as it used to be and ppl are just slamming home runs off of him now… max keeps offering to help him hone his off speed pitches but daniel’s being a stubborn pos bc he’s bitter so he keeps saying no until finally he agrees and uhhh they fall in love eventually (tho max was in love from the get go lollll) but definitely have a lot of sweaty frustrated sex first ✌️🤪 max wins roty and probably pitches a no-hitter and daniel climbs back to the top of his game and next season they end up winning the world series and max kisses daniel on national tv the crowd cheers homophobia in sports is no more and they lived happily ever after amen

#this has been rolling around in my brain for months and is entirely self-indulgent #TIL they play baseball in the netherlands #i’m not saying daniel gets traded to the mets… but im not NOT saying it #anyway if i was ever able to write a long fic it would b smth like this #maxiel

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Lost, but Not Forgotten: The Dancer of the Nile (1923)

Alternate Titles: Tut-ankh-amen, Tutankhamen of Luxor

Direction: William P.S. Earle

Scenario: William P.S. Earle

Original Story: Blanche Taylor Earle

Production Manager: Dick L’Estrange

Camera: Jules Cronjager & Joe Goodrich (assistant)

Scenic Artist: Xavier Mochado

Set Designer: Paul Dodge

Technical Advisor: Capt. Dudley S. Corlette

Studio: William P.S. Earle Pictures Corporation (Production) & Film Booking Offices of America (F.B.O.) (Distribution)

Performers: Carmel Myers, Bertram Thomas Grassby, Malcolm McGregor, Anthony Merlo, Sam de Grasse, Iris Ashton, June Elvidge, Paul Weigel, Howard Gaye, Mother/Nellie Anderson, Beatrice Marsh, & Earle Marsh

Premiere: 12 October 1923, Loew’s New York, New York, NY

Status: presumed entirely lost

Length: 6 reels, 5,787 feet

Synopsis (synthesized from magazine summaries of the plot):

Princess Ankhnespaton [sic] (June Elvidge), daughter of King Akhnaton [sic] (Howard Gaye), has a run in with a band of thieves while traveling. Prince Karmit (Malcolm McGregor) of Syria arrives, disguised as a merchant, and saves the princess. The princess becomes enamored with Karmit and invites him back to the royal residence in Thebes.

While visiting the royal gardens, Karmit encounters a dancer, Arvia (Carmel Myers). He is instantly smitten. The princess is furious that Karmit has rebuffed her for a mere dancer.

Meanwhile, tension between those loyal to the king and those loyal to the old gods erupt when the seasonal flooding of the Nile river doesn’t occur. The princess finds in this situation an opportunity to get her revenge on Arvia.

The princess decrees that Arvia will be offered as a human sacrifice to the god Sobek, in order that the Nile will rise as expected. Arvia is adorned with a poisoned amulet to knock her out while she is fed to the crocodiles.

In an unexpected turn of events, the high priest Pasheri (Sam De Grasse) discovers that the intended sacrifice is his own daughter. Pasheri sneaks into the chamber where Arvia is to be sacrificed and saves her at the last moment.

With Pasheri’s aid, Karmit whisks Arvia away. As the Nile rises, the new couple sail away to Karmit’s kingdom to live happily ever after.

The princess goes on to marry Prince Tutankhamen (Bertram Grassby). And, after the death of her father Prince Tut will become King Tut.

Additional sequence(s) featured in the film (but I’m not sure where they fit in the continuity):

The Temple of Amun-Re is also depicted in the film.

Points of Interest:

While many contemporary reviewers of The Dancer of the Nile (DotN) didn’t mark it as an especially good film, props were given for the artistic effects achieved by Director Earle. Earle and his brother, Ferdinand Pinney Earle, were both pioneers of the era in special effects.

Ferdinand was a painter who contributed matte paintings and art titles to many films of the 1910s and 1920s. While William was primarily a director, both brothers ambitiously created films that were on the cutting edge in regard to techniques of incorporating matte paintings with live actors/studio-shot footage.

For William, it was DotN, and for Ferdinand it was A Lover’s Oath (1920/1925, presumed lost save for a few fragments), which was an adaptation of Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat. (ATM, I’m planning on doing the next installment of this series on this film!)

(Explanatory note: One technique at use here involves double exposure. Part of the frame is obscured while filming, leaving the obscured part of the film unexposed. The film is then rewound, with the exposed part of the film obscured, to film another element. The final result is, hopefully, a cohesive sequence.

Another technique is shooting through painted glass, which, if painted and lit correctly, results in the painting and the scene occurring behind it appearing as a singular space.

For example, a fully painted environment with live actors moving across the scene. In DotN, there is at least one scene where a live actress ascends a set of stairs, which is a painting. These techniques require an amazing amount of precision, but when done right they can be really dazzling. The double-exposure matting technique has persisted through most of film history, albeit rarely at the scale the Earle brothers were using it!

Below is an illustration of how a moving version of matte photography works from a 1926 issue of Photoplay, followed by some stills from DotN that used the multiple-exposure technique.

I have a few posts coming up that go into more detail on how special effects were executed in films of the 1920s!)

William P.S. Earle’s focus on the artistic elements without much regard for story or characterization may have left many critics cold, but DotN did prove to be a lasting attraction, running in theatres around the world for years following its release. DotN was produced hot on the heels of the discovery of Tutankhamen’s tomb in 1922 in Luxor, which launched a new wave of Egyptomania. On one hand, Earle was cashing in on a trend, but on the other, he took the opportunity offered by assured profitability to experiment. In addition to the special effects discussed above, Earle attempted to capture as much period accuracy as possible in the painted settings, props, and costumes. Balancing historical accuracy with perceived “authenticity” in period art is exceedingly difficult—Earle seemingly had mixed success. However, one contemporary review in the magazine Art and Archaeology by Dudley S. Corlett (also the film’s technical advisor) is highly complementary of DotN’s attention to historical and artistic detail. [You can find the review in the transcription section!]

After Earle had more or less finished DotN, F.B.O. bought “Tut-ankh-amen” for distribution. F.B.O. financed reshoots that shifted the narrative away from Tut and towards Arvia, the dancer—hence the title change. I guess F.B.O. believed that cashing in on the trend of movies about dancers would be more lucrative than cashing in on Tut-mania!

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roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid · 2 months

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what will you do if the hayley vs ljg poll does end in a tie?

i would declare them both winners and they will live happily ever after in lesbian matrimony amen

#ask

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 4 months

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Hello, I hope you’re well. Genuine question, I know it’s joked about quite a lot, but what do you think Edward’s reaction would’ve been if at some point (probably before we get to breaking dawn), Bella had suggested that Edward, Jacob and her were in a polyamorous relationship. She loves both of them and she just can’t choose, so she decides that’s the only solution? Likewise, how would Jacob have taken it? (I imagine not quite as badly as Edward?)

For the Love of a Woman by me and @therealvinelle

Leech in the Rain by me and @therealvinelle

Caveat

This wouldn't happen both because it didn't and because that's not really what Bella wants. Bella's in this weird situation where Edward and Jacob are both gaslighting her into believing she wants a sexual relationship with Jacob. Now, she does find Jacob attractive, and she is very emotionally close to him, and things are deeply awkward at the wedding when they slow dance in a way that would have had me raising my eyebrows had I been there in person, but that doesn't seem to be what Bella wants from him.

What she wants from Jacob is for him to remain her best friend and emotional support. Jacob is the one who insists this is a romantic love, that she loves him as much as she does Edward, while Bella goes "... nooooooo I think it's difffereeeeeeeent" and neither Edward nor Jacob listening to her about it for their own reasons.

Add to that that Bella's terrified of jeopardizing her relationship with Edward. She will (and did) absolutely drop Jacob to keep Edward, 100%. Jacob makes it clear many times, even leaves town, and Bella agrees to marry Edward and turn into a vampire knowing Jacob has said he will be out because she can't lose Edward.

She's not suggesting to Edward that she actually does want to sleep with another man, let alone Jacob, who Edward has accused her of wanting to/wanted her to be with Jacob instead of him. This could cause their relationship to collapse, the Cullens to move, and Bella to not become a vampire.

And of course, that Jacob was very clear that he despised Edward/vampires in general and could barely tolerate let alone sleep with one.

It was very clearly made into an ultimatum: Bella could not choose both.

So, Bella chose Edward.

(The caveat to this caveat is that Jacob and Edward might suggest this: in which case Bella would cry, end up having to get turned by Carlisle, and Jacob/Edward takes off.

The other caveat being Leech in the Rain when Bella is safely turned but her life has utterly imploded, Edward's falling apart emotionally, and her seeking comfort from Jacob turns into "let's make a threesome tee-hee")

But She Does It

Bella summons her courage after having been made to believe she wants both Edward and Jacob sexually. She's an unconventional modern girl, marriage is stupid anyway, and she's in true love with Edward and Jacob in different ways but the same way so that's all okay. You can't choose love, you know?

So, Bella deep into the night comes up with the solution: she will fuck them both and live happily ever after.

This idea lasts 0.01 seconds.

Edward says "no" firmly. He wants to get married to have sex with her/before he turns her, he doesn't want to sleep with Jacob, don't be ridiculous Bella.

However, Bella, if you do want to choose Jacob, Edward will disappear out of her life like the morning mist never to have existed in the first place. He loves Bella, of course, but he believes she should live a human life and Jacob is technically better for her. Even if she loves Edward, she should choose Jacob. Woe.

Bella backtracks hard.

Then Edward backtracks because actually...

To have a relationship with Jacob, Bella would need to be human. If Edward has to suffer being in the room and watching them go, he'll do it, if it keeps her human. Jacob, too, might go for it so long as Bella will remain human even if it means sharing.

Jacob, while reluctant, is eventually amenable as he too would do nearly anything to keep Bella human.

We end up in a For the Love of a Woman variant, where Bella quickly realizes she doesn't like this, as Jacob and Edward are talking about her only fucking Jacob in front of Edward while he does nothing and Bella stays human.

No amount of backtracking gets Edward and Jacob to go back to the way things used to be.

Bella ends up having to dump them both, becomes a vampire, and is very sad.

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Alternate s2 where Kurt and Sam kiss during 'Spin the Bottle' at Rachel's party (Blaine and Rachel still happens), but now Sam has to deal with the fact that he liked it a little too much and realize that maybe his hurt at Kurt pushing him away in 'Duets' had something more behind it.

Meanwhile, Kurt (who's self esteem is already in the pits) has to deal with the fact that even the one out gay dude he knows would rather attempt to date a girl than him and that stings quite a lot (wish we'd delved into that more), but also had his second kiss with a dude be Sam and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined it at some point before that party.

Sam does try to ask him out because of the party. "idk if I'm gay but the kiss felt really nice" but Kurt kinda freaks out a little because it's all just too similar to what's going on with Blaine ("You were drunk, Sam, of course it felt good.") and he's just so frustrated because it seems like no one is taking him seriously and unlike Blaine and Sam, he doesn't get the luxury of holding hands with a girl like a normal guy and having people believe it. it's not a game to him.

It's not until shit hits the fan in Rumours and Sam gets inadvertently outed by the Muckracker that Sam's like "look I'm stone cold sober now, it's been months since that party, and I really want you to give me a chance" because he's basically been dragged along with everyone else's bidding the whole year and he didn't even get to process his own sexuality before everyone treated him like the town pariah so he might as well just do what he wants at this point.

And what he wants is Kurt.

And they live happily ever after, amen.

(Also, Kurt never gets with Blaine because after Rachelgate, he realized he loved the idea of Blaine more than the boy himself and rejects him later.)

#hevans #just another thing on my wip list I need to write #s2 just makes me so soft for hevans ngl like we really could've had it all #kurt hummel #sam evans #glee

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shitpostingsystem · 4 months

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bsd headcanons (mostly just skk and fyolai tbh)

fyodor and nikolai commit tax evasion

dazai and fyodor got drunk and are now legally and platonically married in the state of nevada (they got married in vegas)

dazai and fyodor wear their wedding rings every day

dazai and fyodor are hashtag besties i ship them qpr style

dazai is bi

chuuya is gay and gendfluid

dazai and chuuya are romantically married (in yokohama)

chuuya’s ring is on dazai’s left ring finger, fyodor’s is on his right

fyodor and nikolai got romantically married in kyiv, ukraine. they don’t pay taxes to anyone so there’s no need to get legally married

ranpo and poe are romantically married (legally and ceremony in yokohama). kenji was the flower boy and karl was the ring bearer

sigma and yosano are aro/ace and besties

fyodor and nikolai are sigma’s parents but sigma has to babysit his dads so they don’t do anything too illegal

fyodor and nikolai call each other besties while holding a knife to each other’s throats and making out (basically canon ibr)

fyodor isn’t dead because fuck you. he gets a cool prosthetic arm and nikolai keeps his flesh arm in a vacuum seal bag in his freezer

gin ships sskk and skk

nikolai chews wrigley’s mint gum if he can’t get ahold of a mint leaf

when people ask sigma his age he’s like “25” because he doesn’t want to explain “i’m 3 and was fanfictioned to life”

dazai and fyodor play chess together

sigma knows a shit ton about history but doesn’t explain why he knows it (not even he does)

odasaku isn’t dead he left the mafia with dazai and joined the ada where he lives happily ever after and writes a shit ton of books amen

the tanazaki siblings don’t exist

rashoumon and beast beneath the moonlight made out during dead apple you can’t convince me otherwise

atsushi has internalized homophobia/transphobia because of course he does so when he gets down bad for akutagawa he’s like “but i can’t like guys!!! that’s immoral!!” he talks it out with yosano and she ships sskk

dazai has zero rizz to women but all the rizz in the world to men. bro can pull a hundred guys for one woman

dazai actually almost kills himself one time and chuuya was like “stop it. get some help” /ref and now chuuya is dazai’s therapist

fukazawa is an ordained minister

odasaku is that one writer with too many oc’s not even he can keep track of (me)

dazai goes catatonic during panic attacks

ranpo got diagnosed with autism and was like: “no way” and fukazawa was like: “you’re the most autistic person i’ve ever met”

#bsd ramblings #shitpost #bsd headcanons #bsd spoilers #kinda not really

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