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stonerbughead · 3 years

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Maria watches friday night lights (#33)

I’m back, I’m back! So here’s what happened...I watched 5x10 on October 1, never edited my note about it, then ended up taking an inadvertent break from watching until now. Idk why, but i needed a break from like...watching tv i hadn’t seen before. Anyone else have that habit of watching things you’ve already seen when you’re going through an anxious period? Starting a new job in the same month as the 2020 presidential election fit the bill, and i wanted to really immerse myself in the final three episodes of this amazing show properly so i decided to wait until i was feeling it! Anyway to the like three people who enjoy my recaps, i hope you enjoy these last four recaps.

So without further ado, aforementioned Oct 1 recap, now edited and underneath the cut:

5x10 yoooo I have never been so amused by Buddy Garrity in my life + TIM so here we go:

TIM RIGGINS RETURNS?! Yay!!! (This is my reaction just from seeing him in the “previously on.”)

Eric’s getting recruited at a ~fancy~ restaurant! Oh shitttt

“That, right there, marks the end of the East Dillon Lions football program led by Coach Eric Taylor.” “...It’s a crate of oranges.” “Yeah, and it’s from the sunshine state. From Florida! And that can only mean one thing—year round sunshine and college funding.” Lmao alarmist Buddy is hilarious and actually not wrong here. Lol incredulous Levi: “you got all that from a crate of oranges?!”

#OperationGetTimOut!! Is Eric going to speak for him as a character witness?

I *knew* that phone call from Oklahoma Tech wasn’t gonna be good. Ohhhhh Vince you should’ve listened to Eric~~~

Oh shit everyone’s buzzing about “losing their kingmaker” and it’s playoff time! Love a good car radio scene. “So how was it honey, are we moving to Florida?” Lol

“Dad, maybe we should just talk to Coach. I need to be focused on this game on Friday night, getting my spot back.” Yes Vince stand up for yourself, take a break from those meetings! I am fearful of his dad’s true reaction tho.

“Expelling Epyck, that was a good start.” Omfg some of these teachers are too cruel! That is a severely traumatized child, ma’am!

“Impromptu speeches...” “Impromptu means not planned, Buddy.” “Okay, then promptu.” I’M LIVING for these Buddy and Levi interactions omg hilarious.

“A man can’t leave if you erect a statue in his honor.” “A plaque?” “You got money for that?!” I cannot omfgggg Levi and Buddy should take this show on the road!

Tami’s “Oh Levi you are too much.” That’s a nice way to say “fuck you” for making her take a personal day to go speak on a panel he TOLD her she’s speaking at? Smh this is why staff needs unions.

Lmao Buddy is being so extra with Eric, I can’t

...and enter Billy, here to ask Eric a favor...

“Tim Riggins? One of the best fullbacks in the great state of Texas? The boy my girl fell in love with? Yeah I’ll do that.” Damn Buddy has a crush on Tim Riggins too!! I get it dude same.

“I believe in loyalty, Billy. Sticking with your people, through good and bad.” SO EXTRA LMAO

“Hey coach you going to Florida?” “I was planning on going home and I suggest you do too, Tinker.” Ugh poor Eric having to deal with all of these rumors and the team being endlessly curious right before the playoffs!

Awww Tami’s excited about the Florida houses. “Three years with a two year option.” Damn. Aw the way that Eric looks at Tami and you know he wants to give her everything she wants 🥺

Omggg now Buddy is making the players talk up Eric Taylor 😂 his scheming truly kills me

Becky and Luke tossing a football, so precious!

Ah, there’s more to life than college football, Luke! “No one wants me.” “I want you.” Aww Becky.

Aw Billy is getting so frustrated trying to write his speech for Tim. “It sounds ridiculous.” “No it doesn’t. You’re a good brother.” Oh Mindy 🥺 fuck prisonssss he should not feel like his words have so much bearing on his brother’s literal freedom!

Yes to Vince going to Eric and agreeing to earn his way back! That’s the Vince we know and love!

I love Eric telling Tami about Tim’s parole hearing. “You going to do it?” “You bet i’m going to do it.” My heart! The way there’s no question about it 🥺

Andddd Vince’s dad predictably refuses to let up with the recruiters. But this time Vince is standing up to him!

Yesss Vince, walk away! Especially after his dad yelled at him like that; this is not your life, it’s Vince’s!

“Don’t whack her. Just a little love tap.” LMAO Luke, Tinker, Becky, and a pig. Luke is giving Tinker pageant advice for Tinker at a competition with the pig?? I can’t, that’s weirdly so cute. Becky clearly finds it cute.

Omg Tim in his all-white prison uniform I HATE THISSS

OMGGGG “I don’t want Billy to speak, he’s done enough damage.” Fuck this is gonna fuck Billy UP. But also fair...I mean, Billy DOES tend to be a fuck up?? Isn’t that how we got here?

Yessss Tami going off explaining that standardized testing isn’t the end all be all!!

“what would you have us do, meet with every kind in the state?” “Yes I would.” to a round of applause. GO OFF QUEEN TAMI TAYLOR

Yes Coach Taylor! Give us one of your epic speeches!

Poor Tim looks like he has a lot of self hatred sitting here listening to Eric talking about him 🥺

“I asked him to be an assistant coach because of his character off the field.” YES

lol Buddy Garrity getting up to speak even tho he’s not on the list 🤣

“He’s like family to me.” OH BUDDYYYY he’s coming through with a full time job for Tim when he comes out?????? Tim’s smile of relief.

“It’s time for you to let Tim Riggins come home.” YESSSSS

AW Tim sent Eric letters from prison?? My poor babe. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit more.” “I’m sorry I let you down.” “You didn’t and that’s not why I’m here.” IM EMOTIONAL

Holy shit Vince’s dad is STILL not letting up? “I’m your father. I know what’s right.” “that is enough! Get off his back!” “He needs a father, not an agent!” YES REGINA GO OFFFFF she finally snapped!

(It’s wild how Coach possibly leaving is being used in this fight in Vince’s family. Oh, Dillon!)

Oh shit Billy is yelling at both Becky and Mindy, clearly very affected by what Tim said at his parole hearing. “You did everything you could and that makes all the difference.” Aww Mindy, and Billy apologized! Too much stress for such a young family! Also unrelated but Mindy looks mad hot for the athletic banquet.

Awww I love getting to see the other teams stand up. Yeah cross country, yes girls volleyball!!!

Man, playing a sport in Texas that’s not football must suck, look at that insane applause for football vs. weak for everyone else

Buddy giving Gracie a lil t-shirt and saying, “clear eyes, full hearts...you know it?” And they’re all like “can’t...lose” and Gracie giggles! Ok that’s cute af

Omg the tension between Jess and Vince!! “Jess, I miss you. I miss you.” 🥺 aw yeah she blew him off for her brothers

Wow they made it to the playoffs for the first time in 25 years?? Well here comes Buddy’s All Hail Eric Taylor pageant. Lmao

Awww these heartfelt addresses from the team members on how much Eric Taylor has changed their lives??? Manipulative, Buddy, really. He knows what he’s doing.

Yesss Eric, give Tami that massage. See y’all, this is what being a good man looks like.

“It had the desired effect. It sure made you think twice about leaving Dillon.” “It’s a hell of an offer. I’d own that building. They have funding.” “Mmm and oranges. Don’t forget about oranges.” “Mmm that pool.” They wanna leave.

“You know what I want more than anything right now? I wanna bring these boys to state.” “I know you do.” “They deserve it.” “I know they do. But after you do that, this offer is something to think about. Because you deserve that.” Ugh I know I say it a lot but since we’re in the final four episodes now and I’m mostly talking into the void anyway — god, what a model of a wonderful and gentle and loving and communicative marriage! I am continually floored!

Becky with cowboy boots at Luke’s farm works. And ooh Luke’s mom said hi to her?? Progress!!

Aw they’re talking about how pretty they find Luke’s farm as he tries to imagine a future here in Dillon. “I have an amazing imagination. I see your next game, and you’re winning.” Awww Becky is such a cute girlfriend.

What a cute shot of Luke and Becky on the farm, “you ever think you could imagine living on a farm?” “Sure.” AWWW

Vince at Eric’s door on game day?!!! He’s asking Eric not to take the offer to Shane State when he’s supposed to already be at the field house!?!

“Having you as a coach is one of the best things to happen to me. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Either in jail or in a ditch somewhere.” Damn forget Buddy this shit is from the HEART

Eric tells him to get in the damn car and tells him he’s starting!! “You know what your problem is? You ask too many damn questions.”

AHHHHH TIM IS HOME! Showered in a flannel! My heart! He salutes Becky with a beer!

Aww Billy is so excited to have his brother home.

It seems uneasy in the home. Coming back from prison is hard.

And here they go, heading onto the bus with signs and cheers!

“I’ll tell you, this is an away game, but you look around here at the community tonight and the young players that I have playing for me, and the character they got—no matter where this community goes, that’s home.”

Damn Eric just announced he was planning to stay home in Dillon to the press. “you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” says Tami. “I love you.” and with the FNL theme song playing aghkliyb I’m not ready for the final three episodes ahhh!!!

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iamfitzwilliamdarcy · 4 years

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Title: Agony! That Can Cut Like a Knife Summary: Tim Drake loves Gotham Sports, but Gotham Sports do not love Tim back (AO3) A/N: I put too many italics in this for a tumblr post smh. Apologies in advance to citizens of Newark, my only encounters with New Jersey have been on the Turnpike and a view of the skyline across the river from a rooftop bar in Manhattan. Kinda want to apologize to Devils fans but maybe not enough to actually Do It.

For anyone who cares I set a Gotham Sports Team Roster because same names are used for different sports in different universes and this is what I decided to go with:

Football: Knights Hockey: Bats Baseball: Colonials Basketball: Buzzards

There was a low, pained groan from a couch in the main living room. Pained enough Bruce stopped to check it out. Jason was sitting in an armchair, eyeing the couch’s occupant with a particular kind of disbelieving, annoyed distaste.

Bruce couldn’t see who it was because they were slumped down, laying on the cushions. He peeked over to find Tim, hands peeking out of the too-long sleeves of his black Gotham Bats jersey. They covered his face, but he was looking through his fingers to watch the TV intensely.

Bruce followed Tim’s gaze to see the score and winced. “Still early in the season,” he said bracingly.

“Early?” Jason snorted. “It’s December.”

Tim did not respond, still watching intensely. He dropped his hands at a particularly bad turn-over to shout, “Oh come on!”

“Pace yourself,” Jason said, giving him that look again. “Or you won’t last to April. And we’ll need you in April.”

“Jason,” Tim said, sounding calm and intense, even as the game breaks away for a commercial. “I have never been chill about this team a day in my life.”

Jason muttered something that sounded like “Clearly.”

Bruce had been busy the past couple of months and hadn’t had much time to keep up with Gotham’s sports teams. Not that there had been much to keep up with. The Knights had ended their season quietly, as they had for the past decade--no playoff games, no Super Bowl hopes. There had been a brawl between teammates during a late season practice, but the team had kept that mostly hush-hush.

Hockey was only two months in but--well, he could see the score on the TV to see how that was going. The Buzzards, he’d read in the paper just that morning, weren’t doing much better.

He hadn’t had much time to hang out with his kids, either. He settled down next to Tim on the couch to watch, just in time for the game to return to commercials and a fight to break out over the face-off circle.

The second period closed with Gotham on a PowerPlay for another 1:30. Bruce got up to get snacks (“Popcorn,” Jason said, “With M&Ms!” Tim added.)

“Bruce,” Tim said balefully, staring up at him with wide eyes as Gotham gave up a shorthanded goal and their goalie broke his stick against the crossbar. “Will you buy the me Bats, please?”

“I had a chat with Joseph Higgens last week, actually,” Bruce said casually.

Tim twisted around so suddenly he almost startled even Bruce. “Higgens?” Tim repeated in an incredulous hiss. “Higgens? The Devils, Bruce, really, have you no loyalty? You’re a traitor, this is treason!”

Jason turned his laugh into a cough,, and Bruce opened his mouth in defense of his Gotham pride, but Tim was working himself into a state. “You don’t just give up on your team because they keep losing! That’s your team, you can’t just choose any old other team in your state. You don’t get to choose, Bruce! You can’t just turn your back on Gotham!

“And Newark! Nobody wants to live in Newark. I’d rather die than live in Newark, jot that down Jason, I want that in my Advance Directives.”

“Fair,” Jason said, nodding. He had died, and he had been to Newark. He understood.

Tim steamrolled on, not even acknowledging he’d been validated. “Wait, are you sending me to Newark, a city I hate, to own the Devils, the team I hate? Why,” and Tim, to Bruce’s horror, sounded tearful, “do you hate me, B?”

“Tim,” Bruce said, a little helplessly. “Tim, honey, I was joking.”

He leaned over and lays a hand across Tim’s forehead. He felt a shade too warm, but not feverish enough to cause such a response. It was probably the jersey anyway.

“I’m not sick, Bruce,” Tim said mulishly. Then, suspiciously, “Did you call me honey? You don’t do that. You are sending me to Newark.”

He flopped over on the couch and buried his head into his arms. This was probably a good thing as Gotham was scored against again.

“Just put us out of our misery,” Tim mumbled.

“What’s wrong with Drake?” Damian had come in, Dick not far behind, juggling the leftover popcorn Bruce had left on the counter, and he stood, arms folded, lip curling as he examined Tim. “He looks more pathetic than usual.”

“Ah Timmy,” Dick said sympathetically, glancing at the screen. “A little early for the annual Gotham Sports-Induced emotional breakdown, isn’t it?”

“Fuck you and your seocnd rate Bludhaven ECHL team, Dick,” Tim snarled, words, but not his ire, muffled by the couch pillow and his own arms.

Dick blinked, unsure how to respond, and silence rang through the room, though Jason’s silence sounded suspiciously like silent laughter.

Tim turned over. “I’m sorry,” he said, meeting Dick’s eyes. “That was ugly.”

Then, balefully, “Bruce is sending me to Newark to live amongst filth. Please say your goodbyes now as I am not much longer for this world.”

“I am not sending you to Newark, Tim, for God’s sake,” Bruce snapped.

“I’ll miss you, buddy,” Dick said solemnly, patting Tim’s back as he sat down on the kid’s legs. He offered Tim some of the popcorn.

“You didn’t put M&M’s in,” Tim accused, but ate a handful anyway.

“If you care,” Bruce said, coming back on the other side of the couch and throwing himself into his recliner. A cat streaked away from where he’d been about to sit and Damian threw him a filthy look, “I tried to buy the Bats for your birthday last month, but the bastard Eliot cousin won’t sell.”

“Honestly, Bruce,” Jason said, leaning back, “How are you the richest man in Gotham and you don’t own a single team?”

“No one will sell to me,” Bruce said glumly. “I tried to get the Knights a few years back, when they were about to go bankrupt, but Stan Diner wouldn’t let me.”

“He’s a Cobblepot cousin,” Jason said, casually, turning back to his book.. “The Penguin funds him. It’s shady.”

Bruce frowned at him. “How did I not know that?”

“Mm,” Jason said, not looking up. “I know something you don’t. I have connections you don’t. And you said the mob wouldn’t pay,” he lowers his voice in a stern imitation, “Mob boss isn’t a career path, Jason, you said, but look who’s got the insider knowledge.”

Bruce closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

Midway through his calming breath, Damian said, haughtily, “This sport is respectable.”

He opened his eyes to see a Gotham player dropping his glove and raining, admittedly admirable, rights on an opposing player.

“Have you never seen a hockey game?” Dick asked, frowning.

“God, I wish that were me,” Tim said, when Damian shook his head.

“Bruce,” Dick said, in that disappointed parent tone that always upset Bruce’s sense of order “You haven’t taken him to a game?”

“We haven’t had much time,” Bruce replied. Then, defensively, “I’ve taken him to many museums!”

“That’s barely culture!” Dick said.

“You take Dick to games?” Tim asked.

“He has box seats,” Jason put in.

Bruce wasn’t sure how this had turned on him.

“WE has box seats,” Bruce snapped. “Not me.”

“Bruce,” Tim said, looking at him with wide eyes that made him look sad and young. “You had box seats to the Bats and you never told me, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises?”

“He used to take me all the time,” Jason, the son whom he loved, said, betraying him, while Dick shook his head sadly.

“Me too,” Dick added. “He’s got seats at the Knights, Buzzards, Colonials, Tim, he never told you?”

“No,” Tim said miserably, peeking at Bruce from his forlorn place on the couch. “Never.”

“They go to a WE family in a lottery system!” Bruce insisted.

“I am a WE family!” Tim said back. Then, abruptly, roared at the TV, “Fucking refs, I swear!”

“I guess it has been a while since we’ve all had a family outing to a sports endeavor,” Bruce admitted.

“Well don’t make it sound like textbook disease, B,” Dick said, rolling his eyes.

“The Bats play the Monarchs next week and I’m fully expecting to lose and also Tim Winston to fight at least three players,” Tim said.

“At the same time,” Jason added.

“I hope he gets his ass kicked,” Tim said.

“He won’t,” Jason said. “But he might get suspended again.”

“Boys,” Bruce said absently, thinking.

“You’ll take us, won’t you, B?” Tim said, suddenly pleading.

“I’ll call HR and make sure they haven’t gone for lottery yet,” Bruce agreed.

“A box seat,” Tim sighed wistfully, flopping back against the arm rest. “This whole time. To think I used to take Steph on dates to the nosebleeds.”

“Invite her,” Bruce said. “Barbara too,” he added at Dick.

“And Jonathan?” Damian asked, stiffly.

“If you want a Monarchs fan tagging along, sure,” Tim said, disgust evident.

“Tim,” Bruce scolded. Then, “Of course Jonathan can come. I’ll call Clark tomorrow.”

He looked around at his family, suddenly feeling warm. A day at the box seats at a Gotham Bats game would be good, fun bonding for them all.

“Fuck you, ref!” Tim yelled suddenly at the TV.

Jason shouted after, “And the horse you rode in on!”

Well, Bruce could hope.

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zhuhongs · 4 years

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Here’s my long ass review of TGCF that literally no one asked for it i have opinions and I have no one to tell them too so i must write them out and post them. (also part of this is abt the mdzs novel bc i can’t not compare them and I have a lot of thoughts abt that too)

This is very very long so it’s going under a read more. Spoilers ahead!!

Okay so first off this book was a fucking behemoth i can’t believe i read all of that (minus the extras) in under a week.. what the fuck. I definetly got reading fatigue halfway thru book 3.

I’m gonna separate my thoughts into sections bc i have a few points that don’t all relate

firstly, overall writing and organization:

I said it earlier but tgcf is a lot more structurally sound than mdzs imo. My biggest criticism of the MDZS novel (minus the bad sex scenes, homophobia, and general I hate mxtxness of it) was the way the flashbacks were presented.

Like OH MY GOD they were presented so badly. I hated that the flashback was told intermittently and only when one of the characters invoked the past. For example, when WWX meets Jiang Cheng and a second time, Jin Ling distracts JC to release “Mo Xuanyu” bc he saved his life in the Nie Ancestral hall earlier. WWX then proceeds to be the self sacrificing dude he is and take away Jin Ling’s curse and put it on himself. When he escapes and returns to LWJ, LWJ offers to carry him.

If you watched CQL, you know exactly what LWJ is referring to when he says smth to the effect of “You once offered to carry me too, remember.” HOWEVER in the novel you don’t know what he’s talking about. This is because the flashback wasn’t been revealed to you yet. The next chapter goes to tell the flashback. I think that this takes away all of the emotional depth away from the scene. But in CQL, having the flashback already be known, you make the connection on your own and are like “awww wangji remembers that.. even 16 years later.“ Its a lot sweeter bc you know what the two have gone thru. At this point in the MDZS novel its barely the 30th chapter or so and you have no real idea what wangxian have been thru together or what reasons wangji has for loving wwx. You just think, well obviously they like each other bc this is a danmei novel and they are the two leads, ofc they have to like each other. But in cql, you learn through watching them that they’re in love. It’s not just like”well they have to be!! its a bl!!”

Okay that was a rlly long side tangent but it makes me so angry. So what did any of that have to do with TGCF?? well tgcf doesn’t have this issue. In fact, i believe that it gains a lot from having the flashback withheld from the reader.

I really liked how the flashbacks were contained to books 2 and 4 respectively because it adds a layer of mystery. Hua Cheng is a very secretive man so it makes sense for us to not know everything about him upfront. The way that the author teases and hints little things at you make you want to know more, making it all the more satisfying when the truth is revealed. Because in a way you Know that Hua Cheng meets Xie Lian before and you know that he’s the child XL saved during the God Pleasing Ceremony but you don’t know all the details. Like obviously since Hua Cheng is a ghost you know that he’s died and it was likely for Xie Lian or Xian le’s sake but you probably never expected that he actually died twice. Once on the battle field and second when he took the human face disease. I think the difference between these flashbacks and the flashbacks in MDZS result from the length. In TGCF you get two long concise flashbacks that make sense to be placed where they are. Book 2 because you already have a feel and hint at what the characters have been through and book 4 because the White No Face appears again so then you learn how he and Xie Lian met before. It wouldn’t make sense to place book 2 any earlier bc there is no emotional impact. And it doesn’t make sense to place book 4 earlier because you don’t know what the white no face’s deal is so it’d be confusing. In MDZS, you get numerous short flashbacks happening alongside the main story and it makes it hard to piece together the timeline in a way that feels satisfying. Ik a lot of ppl grill cql for having a confusing intro episode and having a rlly long flashback but its much better than the mdzs novel. However the mdzs donghua handles the flashback in the most concise way imo.

Overall i think the way the story is structured is very good and is a step up from mdzs. Also the horror aspects of tgcf are rlly enjoyable and honestly i think mxtx should just write short horror stories at this point. like enough long ass novels chock full of fetishization. just write some fun horror with no romance and call it a day.. pls

Side Characters:

okay so straight up, i think the side characters arent used as well as they were in mdzs bc mxtx wanted to focus on hualian and didn’t want to give the side characters as much focus. This is a weaker point of the novel.

I’ll get into it more below but i think hua cheng was done dirty as a character by having him rlly only care abt xie lian. Since he doesn;t have any real relationships with others outside of xie lian this takes away from having more depth in the side characters. They’re really only related as far as xie lian’s relationship with them. Though thankfully xie lian gets rather close with a few officials and the ones we get to see more of are rlly interesting. I especially loved the reconciliation of mu qing, feng xin, and xie lian at the end of book 5. honestly their relationship was one my favorites and i’m glad they finally said what they had to say to each other after 800 fucking years. Also Shi Qingxuan is a delight. we stan sqx in this house.

The characters i wish we had seen more of were yushi huang (although she didnt rlly want to be there, good for her), Quan Yizhen and Yin Yu. I very much wish yizhen and yin yus story happened earlier on and we had more time with them. It felt strange to have their subplot occur towards the end and it was sort of out of place but i liked them a lot!! i wish there was more to it. and that there was a reconcilation but mxtx hates happy shidi’s doesnt she, (glares at novel jc). Also man yin yu did NOT have to die like that i’m sad.

Also, honestly.. i don’t think qi rong added to the story whatsoever and i have no clue why he and guzi were there. qi rong just pissed me off the whole time and added literally nothing.

going back to yushi huang, i’d like to say for the millionth time that i hate how mxtx uses any of her female characters. like we get it.. u hate women being useful... im still pressed but what i want to say has been said many times before so ill leave it at that.

Hualian:

I really really did like hualian at the end. They had a truly epic love story and it was so beautiful, especially when hua cheng repeated his words as wuming to xie lian as he started to disappear. But, I said it once and i’ll say it again. I don’t think Hualian is a super healthy relationship. As fiction its fine (i firmly believe fiction impacts reality but let me finish), i guess bc literally nothing about their situation can be replicated irl and none of it ended up containing manipulation or abuse or anything bad but there was a potential for it to and i’m really glad it didnt go that route.

Hualian is a highly idealized and romanticized relationship full of some truly troubling feelings of self worth. While its “beautiful” in a way that hc really was xls most devoted believer, it wasnt healthy for him to live for xl like this. Nor was it healthy for xl to feel so unworthy of hua chengs love.

Hua Cheng’s devotion to Xie Lian is a little too extreme and it bothers me. When the truth was revealed abt the Temple of 10,000 Gods I had the same reaction as Mu Qing and Feng Xin. I was like... HEY WHAT THE FUCKK that’s a little uh... thats NOT HEALTHY,, dianxia PLEASE say smth. But ofc Xie Lian didn’t say fucking anything and and i was so pissed. Like the whole thing of Hua Cheng living his life solely for XIe Lian is really kinda fucked up and not romantic. I was holding out hope that at some point XIe Lian would sit him down and be like “Hey! I love you and i’m really grateful that all these years you’ve still believed in me when no one else did. But you can’t just live your life for my sake. You deserve love from many other other people and deserve to have a life and happiness outside of me. I still want to spend the rest of my life with you, but you need to not only think of me.” or something to that effect

It bothers me that after Xie Lian learns the truth he doesn’t once reassure Hua Cheng that he didn’t have to make Xie Lian his reason for existence. Like.. idk i just think that’s rlly kinda unhealthy. Like I understand why Hua Cheng is so deeply devoted to Xie Lian-- he saved his life twice and was the only one to ever show him kindness and he’s seen xie lian suffer a fate worse than death multiple times. I get that he wants to protect him and make his life easier, but to not let anyone else into his life and spend 800 years looking for xie lian is just overkill. Like if the whole 10k statues thing never happened i’d be 100 percent fine with hualin but the whole devotion to that extent... uhhh yea.. no that put a bad taste in my mouth. Obsession should not be romanticised. I don’t think any reader of tgcf is going out and deciding to live like hua cheng obviously but still.

Also Side note, the whole 100 swords scene.. bro i felt for hua cheng, the way he screamed seeing that, i don’t blame him. I was so horrified reading that chapter. i don’t think i’ve been so horrified by a piece of media like that in a while. Poor fucking xie lian.. oh my god. I understand the intense reaction he had and how seeing that prompted such a degree of loyalty but still.. 10k statues?? the cave that mu qing and feng xin saw... thats a little too much obssession... like please.. dial it back.. im begging u.

I was talking to mary (liviahyes) and she said smth abt how Hua Cheng doesn’t have a character outside of xie lian. And she’s right, he kinda doesn’t. If Xie Lian didn’t exist neither would Hua Cheng. I get that that counds kinda romantic but in practice i don’t think its a good things. Especially because Xie Lian has a story outside of Hua Cheng, hehas goals, he has friends, he has something. Hua Cheng said it-- his only dream is Xie Lian. Which is romantic but very very unbalanced.

THAT BEING SAID, i still rly liked their relationship and i think theyre cute they just have issues they need to work through. I mean they have time but yea. It wasn’t perfect but eh. overall i’m bitter bc they couldve been THAT COUPLE but theyre so many bad implications as mentioned above and i.. smh. They still have amazing moments. Like the lantern scene, the alter scene, the “what matters is you, not the state of you”, the end when hua cheng helps release the shackles on xie lian, the scene where hua cheng disappears, the way xie lian waited for him, like they were so close to being THAT COUPLE but then mxtx and her fujo ass just had to make it uncomfortable like that. i’m so bitter. Like the reason why i wrote out all of this is bc this novel could’ve been great but so many little things added up and made the experience far more sour than it shouldve been.

MXTX did hua cheng SO DIRTY by not giving him a character much outside of loving xie lian and being good at everything. Like when I first learned abt how Hua Cheng beat 33 heavenly officials at what they excel in best i was like WHO IS THIS LEGEND but honestly.. he rlly doesn’t have any motivations outside of helping xie lian and I wish he had more to him . Like if we had more situations like the one where hua cheng dug out his own eye to save the group of mortals on mount tong’lu then he’d have been a much more well rounded character. Honestly, that’s rlly the only instance where he seems to have taken xie lians ideals to heart. I wish we had more of that bc that scene was so cool. i wish it hadn’t been revealled so late and there was more than one occasion where he defends others (minus xie lian ofc) without anything for himself to gain that.

To contrast hualian with wangxian, i think wangxian work so well bc at their core, they have the same life goals and same ideas about people and the world. Where in hualian, xie lian has core principles and morals and hua cheng is just like, anything for xie lian. SMH they couldve been great but overall i think hualian falls flat for me because of my own fear of dating someone who doesn’t have a life outside of dating me. Moreso, my parents had this sort of unbalanced relationship towards the end of their marriage and it ended very badly and yea, i just can’t whole heartedly love relationships that in any way resemble this, even if it ends differently. that’s a personal thing tho.

I don’t think Hua Cheng has ANY bad intentions towards Xie Lian or ever will. I don’t think he’s ever manipulated xl or tried to force him to love him. But again, it’s my own personal feelings that makes me feel kinda.. ehh conflicted abt hualian. There was potential but again.. fujoshis ruin everything... smh. Overall i think the way it ended redeemed the issues it had but still there were issues and i really wish xie lian like,, reassured hua cheng about living his life freely at some point but whatever.

IN CONCLUSION

TGCF had the potential to be better than mdzs, it rlly did but it was bogged down by the authors own toxic mentalities abt love, and mlm relationships, and treating women like ppl and it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I enjoyed this book, truly i did (otherwise i wouldn’t have stuck through and read 750k words of it) but there are some flaws that cannot be glossed over. I hope that tgcf when it does get adapted, goes through the same miracle that cql did and makes the characters more like ppl and less like tropes but i doubt it. Also i highly doubt that a live action tgcf is feasible given the supernatural aspects of the series but we shall see. I’m excited for the donghua when it eventual comes out but i will continue to be critical of the novel bc..well.. you see why. idk if i’d reccommend this book tbh bc like yes i would, no i would... well.. </3. yea. overall, it sure was something that i enjoyed in spades. especially the last 5 chapters. I generally liked it but had many issues with it at the same time, but honestly, yea thats the standard fair for a mxtx novel.

#text heavy #'like rlly fucking text heavy #tgcf #tgcf lb #and with that... the lb is over #i dont think i'll read the extra but who knows #also i reread this twice looking for missing words and typos so i HOPE its coherant #anyways if u read this.. bless u and feel free to ask me anything abt what i've said #i legit just finished it and i havent thought back on everything so im v willing to hear different standpoints

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writersmacchiato · 5 years

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Falling | Dick Winters

Summary: Dick goes to New Jersey, and he meets you — a friend of Nixon.

Can be read as a prequel to I Love You Always Forever

Warnings: (just an annoying douchebag guy at a bar smh)

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There was a quietness in the air, disturbed as you shuffled inside. Two voices could be heard in the living room and you rolled your eyes, flicking on a light and watching Dick Winters and Lewis Nixon jump.

“Hello, boys.”

“Christ, Y/N.” Nixon scowled playfully, “tryna give me a heart attack?”

“Well, this is my apartment.”

“Oh please, it’s ours.”

“Do you pay rent? Feed the stray cats on the stairwell? Buy the groceries?”

“I provide something much more satisfactory—my company.”

“How do I return it?”

Dick huffs out a laugh, hiding it behind his hand when Nix shoots a glare his way.

“There’s no loyalty, from either of you! You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Well that day can’t come soon enough.”

“Dick, it’s nice to see you,” you continue on, acting as if you hadn’t just dragged Nix and ignoring his indignant huff.

“Likewise.” He smiles, nodding his head.

“We were going to invite you out, Nell and I had plans and we wanted you both there, but if you’re in such a bullying mood—“

“Hush, Lew, I’m fine. I need a drink after this day anyway.”

“Bad day?”

You smile fauxly, “it was wonderful, so wonderful that I want to drink until I can’t even remember my name.”

“You have work tomorrow.”

“Well, then just one will have to do.”

. . .

The bar you frequented was dimly lit, with lamps on each table to illuminate the faces of its occupants. You couldn’t help but take note of the way Dick’s eyes glowed warmly as he examined the room, before settling on you. He didn’t look away, smiling slightly before looking back to the menu. Your cheeks were definitely a little warm, but not from his look - it was the room.

Eleanor - Nell - and Lewis sat side by side, whispering to each other in a way that made you feel out of place but happy for their happiness.

“I’m getting a drink,” you announce standing up, “anyone want anything?”

Dick looked up, lips straight as he nodded. “Yeah, a nice cold glass of water.”

Lewis rolled his eyes at Dick, “a whiskey please. You want anything, honey?”

Nell shook her head with a smile that you returned. You walked over to the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you. A low whistle caught your attention from your left, a man looking at you in admiration.

“You’re a real beauty.”

“Thanks.” You nod curtly, taking in his profile.

He had nice brown eyes, looking dark in the lighting. Dirty blonde hair was combed up to the side, giving a causal rugged look. He was attractive, but he didn’t do it for you.

“Let me buy your drink?” He leaned in closer, hand dangerously close to yours.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m buying for my friends.” You nod back to your table, briefly glancing back and catching the look on Dick’s face. His eyebrows were pinched, lips downturned, he gave you a ‘who’s that?’ look. You shrug lightly.

“Well, maybe, I can convince you to stay over here for a little bit.” He was persistent.

“Look, I’m not interested.”

He flinched back at your harsh tone, getting up with his hands raised. “Geez, didn’t have to be a bitch about it.”

You glare at him, scoffing when he bumps shoulders with you on his way out. The bartender finally floats down to your end, taking your order and disappearing.

“New Jersey men are somethin’ else,” you huff after coming back to the table.

“Hey,” Nix speaks up, “I’m a Jersey man.”

You share a look with Nell, both of you speaking in unison. “Exactly.”

Everyone laughs, breaking the tension that had developed during that encounter.

“I know you can handle yourself,” Dick says, “but are you okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

He nods, taking a sip of his water.

The rest of the night passes on like normal—Nixon and Nell teasing you and Dick about when you’d finally get together, Dick rolling his eyes with a smile but never really refuting it —before it rolls to an end.

Nixon and Nell got into their car, waving until they disappeared around the corner.

It was a warm night, humid, but cooling off. Streetlights flicker on, though there is still the last hints of pink and yellow daylight fading off into dusk.

“Let’s get you home.”

Dick walks to the passenger door of his car, closing it behind you and walking to the driver’s side. Music plays lowly on the radio, a soft tune that was currently all the rage, drifting out the open windows.

“Does it bother you?”

“What?”

“The teasing...”

“About me and you?”

“Well, yeah.”

“No, I...” he says so quietly you almost don’t hear him. “I like to think it will be me and you one day.”

You can’t help the way your heart turns into a utter pile of goo, his shy smile wrecking you in the best way. His hand moves to hold yours, gently rubbing circles with his thumb.

It was such a simple touch, a mere brush before he pulls away to focus on driving, but your heart soars.

There was no going back from this.

You almost wish the drive to your apartment was longer when he stops along the curb.

“I guess this is goodnight.” You say quietly, trepidation setting in.

“Yeah.”

How many times had you thought, dreamt, of this moment? Dick Winters, in one night, touching you more than he had in all the previous years you had known him, flirting with you, giving you a soft smile reserved for you and you only - this was the step toward falling for him. Truly and deeply taking the leap towards happiness, but you were afraid. It was making the commitment; to him, you, a future.

You opened the car door, foot halfway out the door when his hand wraps around your wrist. His eyes are set, determined, cheeks flushed the slightest pink.

“If you’re not busy tomorrow night, I’d like to take you out.” He says, “no Nix, no Nell, no guys in a bar who can’t take a no - just me and you.”

What did you have to be afraid of when he would be there to catch you and your heart?

“I’d love that.”

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shirtlesssammy · 5 years

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10x02: Reichenbach

June 21st, 2003:

A boy wakes from sleep to hear a fight happening in his house. He finds his dad brutally murdered downstairs. As he cries over the body, we see a de-aged Dean Winchester walk in the room with a bloody knife. (Like, what a weird thing to spend money on, idk)

Cut to (UGH) Cole (UGH) who was that boy. He’s telling his tale to a tied up Sam. He’s going to kill Dean. Sam tells him that “Dean isn’t Dean right now.” Cole is getting high off of thinking about his revenge so there’s no talking to him. Sam tells him that Dean had his reasons for killing his dad. There are monsters out there.

(UGH) Cole (UGH) thinks he’s talking about human monsters (of which there are many) but Sam tells him REAL monsters. Cole keeps calling Sam the psycho but then puts on gloves and pulls out a hammer. UGH.

Killdeer, North Dakota

Our Demon Dean Bean is enjoying the view (and touching without consent..smh). He throws money on the ground for the exotic dancer and she’s less than impressed and starts to walk away. He grabs her again and this time the bouncer stops him. Dean headbutts him and we’re suddenly watching (UGH) Cole (UGH) beat up Sam. I’m going to be honest, smart editing makes recapping hard. :D Cole continues to demand where Dean is. Dean continues to wale on the bouncer. Dudes at the bar are not stopping him --like, holy fuck, stop him, assholes! He stops himself, finishes his drink, and leaves.

(UGH) Cole (UGH) continues to torture Sam, but he doesn’t realize that he’s dealing with Sam Fucking Winchester. That boy is a badass and he will NOT break. Cole’s just about to break Sam’s kneecap when his phone rings. It’s his wife so he answers and walks away, leaving his keys and a knife on the ground.

Outside the strip club, Dean runs into Crowley.

For Dear God Dunk Me Under That Running Water Science:

Cas is on the road with Hannah and his fake grace is failing him. She heals a wound of his and he thanks her but tells her she can go. She’s staying. She wants to help. That makes Cas laugh. It’s just so very human of her. (HANNAH)

Cas gets a call from Sam. He has a lead on Dean and tells Cas to head to North Dakota. Sam then drops the bomb that Dean is a demon.

Cas and Hannah head out to meet Sam. Hannah doesn’t see the point in helping the Winchesters. Cas sees otherwise. They’re his friends. (Blarf...this is season 10. One more season and he’ll be living in the bunker and he’ll be family and I just can’t take it.) Cas is not ok and starts to nod off while driving, and they crash. #RipPimpMobile

Dean and Crowley are at a bar. Crowley asks Dean how he’s doing, knowing full well that he’s not doing that great. He needs to kill. Crowley offers him a deal that he can’t refuse --kill for him.

Crowley has a list. First up: Mindy Morris. She cheated on her husband and then asked for a divorce. Lester, the husband, would rather sell his soul than give up his money. Mindy’s going to die. Dean agrees.

Cas and Hannah have the car towed to a car repair shop. The extra nice mechanic invites them into her home. Hannah is not used to this human condition and it’s kinda cute. She also doesn’t get human humor. Also cute. Cas is so out of it, he doesn’t register the exchange. They head inside. Hannah heads to find food for Cas (wait, with his fading grace, does he need to eat?) and returns to the living room to find Cas zonked out on the couch.

Dean stalks Mindy Morris’s house and just as he’s about to go in to do his job, he sees Lester pull up. He goes to have a chat with Lester. Pro tip: Not a great idea to be at the scene of the crime when the crime is happening. Dean tells Lester that he can’t really blame Mindy for stepping out. “She’s a North Dakota Eight. You’re a Four and a half max.”

Wanna see a Hollywood Ten:

Also, Lester was already cheating on Mindy (UGH). Demon Dean maybe learned a thing between the no consent touching and this moment, because he ain’t buying the shit that Lester is selling. He punches him. Lester tells Dean that he works for him now and he needs to get in that house and do his job. Uh, demon or no, don’t tell Dean “Free Will” Winchester what to do; He’s going to do the opposite. Dean guts him with the First Blade. Oops.

Sam’s at the Angelz Strip Club (LOLOLOLOLOLOL, Dean wishes it was one angel --I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. But also, wtf? Is it because he’s a demon, and irony?) He’s talking with the bouncer. They exchange war stories. Sam asks the bouncer to call him (or Lemmy Kilmister at least) if he sees Dean again. Meanwhile, (UGH) Cole (UGH) lurks and follows Sam as he drives away.

The next morning, Cas wakes to Looney Tunes (god, I love this running theme through Andrew Dabb episodes) and a little girl who has the most fascinating dreams about snot and rockets. Epic.

She offers Cas some of her cereal and he accepts. IT’S ADORABLE, PEOPLE. (A thousand Cas with small child fics were born, I’m sure.) The mechanic and Hannah watch and smile and all is right with the world. The mechanic tells Hannah their car is ready. And then she tells her that she’s got a great guy. (Lol, he’s already taken. Hannah learned that little factoid last season.)

Meanwhile Crowley’s in hell (seewhatididthere) while a demon explains to him how to make Hell more efficient. Sam calls Crowley, but Interrupting!Dean (‘cause he’s a demon, I guess) strolls in very proud of himself for killing Lester. When Crowley chews him out for it, Dean shoves him to the ground with his little demon head-tilt. Crowley rather insightfully sums it up: Dean’s a li’l bit human and a li’l bit demon.

Instead of cowering in fear, Dean’s supremely unimpressed by the King of Hell. He informs Crowley that they’re not “besties” and that he’ll come around when he needs someone new to kill. “It's over,” Crowley decrees. “What can I say? Crazy ones...well, they're good for a fling. But they're not relationship material.” It’s okay, Crowley. Breakups are hard!

In sunny angel-land, Hannah takes over driving for Cas who is looking awful. Listen, I don’t often fantasize about swaddling grown men and spoon feeding them soup but Cas! BBY! You look like hammered crap.

Crowley finds Moose and tells him where to find Squirrel. The Mark of Cain’s a PIA and he’d rather be shot of Dean altogether.

Cas wakes up in the parked car to find Hannah gone. She went up to Heaven to speak to Metatron in jail. Careful! He’s a tricksy devil. She tries to interrogate Metatron for the whereabouts of the last remnants of Cas’s grace. Oh, sure! Coming right up.

Metatron says he’ll barter Cas’s grace for sweet freedom. Hannah’s about to bite when Cas arrives.

Cas approaches angrily and tells Hannah not to do it. “I've made deals born of desperation, and they always end in blood and tears.”

Castiel doesn’t want to be saved like that. Hannah reluctantly agrees and walks off. Metatron leaves Cas with a parting shot: there’s just enough of his grace to save him. “Keep it,” Cas tells him. “I’ve made peace with my fate.” OKAY BUT we haven’t. Just so you know.

Metatron decides to make a really compelling argument for freeing him. He’ll escape one day and then...kill everybody. How fun and well-adjusted. He taunts Castiel as he leaves: “Dead man walking!”

On Earth, Dean pensively plays the piano?????????? Bored with piano practice, he pulls out the First Blade and slices his hand, then watches it heal up while Crowley’s advice to choose between the two natures echoes in his head. Sam approaches. (Aaaaand musical number time. Sing him a song, Dean!)

Dean picks up the blade and stalks over to the bar. Sam suggests a nice, civilized trip home to do the demon cure. For some reason, demon Dean isn’t into that plan. He confesses that he’d like to rip Sam’s throat out with his TEETH which is...certainly an image.

Sam expresses his unending loyalty: it doesn’t matter what Dean might have done as a demon. He just wants him home. Dean laughs at him but his mirth gets interrupted by a smoke bomb going off. When Sam stumbles outside the bar, he’s met with (UGH) Cole (UGH). Cole knocks Sam “The Head Injury” Winchester out.

Cole meets Dean at last, who roundly mocks him for not killing Sam already. Cole dramatically announces who he is to Dean. Dun dun DUN. He’s the son of a man you killed decades ago who has since grown into a completely different looking adult! I mean, come on, Dean. Work on your facial recognition here. Dean apologizes - all those dead people over the years have blurred together.

Dean taunts Cole, telling him to shoot him already. (Side note: as much as I dislike demon Dean, he really plays up his eyes nicely in these scenes.)

For Eye Crinkle Science:

They fight. Dean reminds me of a cat toying with a mouse. “What did you think was gonna happen, huh? You just stroll up here and say “my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die,” And I'd just roll over? Well, that's just… It makes me sad.”

(UGH) Cole (UGH) cuts Dean, who heals before his eyes. He demon-flashes him.

Dean starts beating Cole within an inch of his life but hesitates… Sam takes that opportunity to toss holy water onto Dean and slap on those warded cuffs. You got ‘im, Sammy! Good work.

Later, Sam hands the first blade over to Crowley for safe keeping (and WOW about that, really).

(UGH) Cole (UGH) apparently headed straight to the public library after his little prize fight and, still bloodied and barely standing, asks the librarian for every book she has on demons. Please, Cole, demon and witchcraft books always get stolen within the first month on the shelf.

Back at the bar, Crowley enjoys his froofy drink and fondles the First Blade while thinking of his ex. And then we get a close-up of his phone. It’s a photo of Dean and Crowley wearing cowboy hats and being dorks together. Over the scene, the song “Lonely girl” plays. I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS.

Sam drives Dean home to the bunker. Dean refers to Baby as “just a car” and we all die a little inside. Sam has hope, though. He chose not to kill Cole. Dean just smiles. He didn’t give (UGH) Cole (UGH) mercy...he handed him his destroyed pride on a platter. “That ain’t mercy. That’s the worst thing I coulda done to ‘im.” He then promises to visit more of his anti-mercy on Sam.

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Quote it Again, Sam:

Sam and Dean may be a bit rough around the edges but they’re the best men I’ve ever known.

I understand the three beans, but what’s the surprise?

What is this, a lifetime movie?

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cinnbar-bun · 5 years

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Promise (Lucilius x OC)

Pairing: Lucilius/ Luna

A/N: UHHHHHH SO THIS WAS KINDDAAAA EMBARRASSING TO POST ITS MY FIRST KINDA AWKWARD ATTEMPT AT SPICE???? ITS NOT REALLY SPICE, ITS ONLY FOR LIKE THE FIRST FEW PARAGRAPHS THEN ITS KINDA BITTERSWEET??? UHHHH I HOPE YALL ENJOY SMH WHY AM I LIKE THIS????

Warning: Kinda spicy in the beginning, nothing too crazy happens, but please be aware before reading.

He fumbled for the door knob to open her bedroom, but such a simple task was made more complicated by her body being pressed up against it. His other hand was running through her hair as their lips connected in a messy and clumsy way.

He finally managed to open the door and the two held on for dear life as he kicked it close.

“L-Lucilius-“ she whispered, but was silenced by his lips on her again as he tangled his hands in her soft hair. “W-What if someone walks in?” She managed after they separated.

“Then I-“ she desperately gripped his face to pull into hers. “I take responsibility.” She moaned quietly as he stroked her body prompting him to attack her neck.

“Bed-the bed.” She struggled, before he lifted her legs against his waist and carried her to her bed. He didn’t say a word as he resumed to hungrily kiss her again.

“Gods I’m so hot-“ Lucilius groaned as threw off his white robe, leaving him in a black skin suit beneath it. “I’ve dreamt of this for so long.” The way he said it made Luna clench her legs tighter as he began trying to undo her dress. Her ribbons and button made him struggle to reveal her, and the lack of contact made her desperate. She again wrapped her legs around him and trapped him closer to her, where she proceeded to kiss his neck.

It was a rather sensitive area for him, so he quickly was reduced to panting and moaning.

“L-Lun-ahn!” He cried. His hands were erratic as he tried to undo the ribbons in every which way without a clear mind. At last, he finished the final one and he eagerly pulled it down, revealing her chest. He planted himself to it immediately, nuzzling his face into her cleavage as she pulled him closer.

Wanting more contact, he fumbled with the back of her bra before the jingling of the door knob alerted them. The door swung open and the couple froze. Their breaths were stuck in their throat as Sol stepped in, with a few documents in hand.

“Luna I-“ he turned to where her bed was, and froze. The couple could barely make out his facial features with so little lighting in the dark room. But they knew it was not going to be an easy situation to recover.

“What are you two doing?” He asked, his voice lowering from his normal pitch. Luna flung up and tried to cover her chest as best as she could, shaking in fear as she held out a defensive hand.

“M-master I apologize I-“

“It was my fault.” Lucilius cut her off. Luna gasped as Lucilius stood up and bowed his head to Sol. “I forced her into it. She kept saying she didn’t want it and I let myself have my way. I apologize for taking advantage of your creation.”

Sol did not move, but Lucilius leaned his head back up and saw Sol’s red eyes darkened and were laser-focused on him.

“Do you take me for a fool, Lucilius?” He asked.

“No, sir.” Lucilius closed his eyes.

“Then why do you lie to me?”

“I’m not lying, I did-“

“Silence!” Sol yelled. Luna covered her mouth and forced herself to stare. “Do you think I’m blind, as if I would not see how you’ve been distracted by her presence? I took you in to mentor you, not for you to fool around with my creation!”

“I understand sir, and I thank you for your-“

“I’m not finished. This little tryst will never happen again. From this day forth, your apprenticeship is through, Lucilius.”

“What?!” Lucilius snapped.

“Master please-“

“Quiet you! Haven’t you done enough?” Sol chastised Luna. She fell back onto her bed and Lucilius angrily pointed at Sol.

“You cannot do that to me! The Council made you take me under your wing!”

“The Council also doesn’t approve of Astrals pursuing relationships with Primals, Lucilius. By all accounts, I have plenty of reason to let you go.”

“You wouldn’t dare-“

“Would I? I see no reason to keep you around if you’re going to betray me.”

“I have done nothing of the sort! I have helped you daily for hundreds of years! I worked hard and have developed new technologies for the High Council! I have done exactly as you asked!”

“No. I told you to stay away from her, and look at you- now you’re too clouded with lust and focused on her flesh.”

“She is more than just ‘flesh’, Sol.” Lucilius retorted. “She is not one of your wives that you bed and leave. She is more than that!” It was the last straw for Sol.

“Do not test me, boy! Remember, I own you! Whatever I say, the Council will do! Knowing you were trying to ‘love’ a primal will get you thrown out to the Earth! I have the power here, Lucilius, not you. If you wish to remain here, then prove your loyalty!”

Lucilius shut his mouth before sighing. He nodded his head slowly as Sol smirked.

“Y-yes...Sir...” he weakly said, as Sol placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Good. You are not too far gone yet. Do not ever, ever trust this.” Sol placed a hand on Lucilius’ chest where his heart lie. “This is for fools who do not have a brain. You can create what you need. And those creations can enact your will. Power is more euphoric than anything her body can provide you.” Sol moved away from Lucilius and walked out the door. “Change. You still need to prove your loyalty to me.”

Lucilius did not respond and glared as the door shut. With a tired sigh, he turned around to Luna, who shamefully looked away from him.

“I’m sorry.” She tearfully whimpered. “I...you really shouldn’t be with me.”

Lucilius frowned before walking to her and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

“No. Don’t apologize. He can’t keep you away from me.” He softly pressed his lips to a bruise on her neck and stroked her back reassuringly. “You’re more to me than just something to sate my lust. You are my love, my only love. I can’t create the love you give me. I can’t have anyone else give it to me. So whatever he does to me, I won’t care.”

Luna pulled him closer and sobbed.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you but I- I don’t want you getting hurt. I’m not worth you getting hurt over.”

Lucilius tenderly grabbed her cheeks and pressed his lips onto hers. Compared to the irregular contact from earlier, this was much softer and passionate. He separated for a second before going back again, pressing himself closer to her, as if this were the last time he could ever do this. Perhaps it was. But he didn’t care. In this moment, it was just them.

“I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you.” Another. “I love you so damn much.” He reluctantly broke the kiss and stroked her cheek gently.

“I love you too, Lucilius.”

“Wait for me, Luna. When I’m strong enough, I’ll come back. We both can have our own paradise together. I’ll make it for us. And he, nor anyone else, can stop us.” He stated, throwing on his robe. Luna nodded.

“I will. And when you return...I’ll make sure to thank you for all you’ve done.” She smiled gently. A small grin formed on his face as he adjusted his robe and walked to the door.

“And...I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not strong enough to protect you. One day...” he trailed off, before awkwardly coughing and shutting the door.

The darkness and silence overtook the room, and Luna stared at the door. She placed a hand on her chest and felt her heart slowly relax. Lucilius’ words came rushing back, and she couldn’t help the tiny grin on her face.

“Thank you, Lucilius. One day, I hope I’m strong enough for you too. So you don’t have to feel alone anymore.” She whispered.

#uhhhhh #sorry lol???#i hope you guys enjoy???#lucilius #Lucilius x OC #lucilius x luna #lucilius (gbf)#kinda angst #kinda #kinda spicy

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bettsfic · 5 years

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It's gonna be real funny when the lords of westeros (whoever they are now idk) all team up to do what the night king and his entire army couldn't. Like, ok, the other three eyed raven was heavily involved in the realm, but he had hustle, he was a spymaster and a king slayer whenever he wanted, bran is literally a wheeling target. The realm is fucked.

also emilia and kit seem incredibly sweet but are two of the weakest links on the show w/ little chemistry which combined w/ terrible writing = disaster (even tho they did improve in s8 and tried to do the best with the shit writing they got) but having the final climax hinge on them was so?anti-climactic? there was nothing in that throne room scene? was dany even really acting THAT crazy lmao like give me more! this is the mad queen! where is the insanity simmering under the surface like HELLO

even peter dinklage one of their most capable actors delivering being so apathetic and dull and dead inside with those dumbass speeches they gave tyrion & sophie turner who was phenomenal in her KL storyline when she was like 12 has not been allowed to show half an emotion other than the same :/ face since escaping WF bc oh well she isn’t a little bird no more!! lmfao also when i read the leaks about bran becoming king i was like "this is dumb" but when i visualized the scene i thought maybe he

he would finally say more than 2 words and give a great speech and show a single A SINGLE leadership quality that would shock everyone and convince them to elect him as king and then made it would made 1/2 a sense but he. he didn’t say anything?? he didn’t SAY A SINGLE THING HE JUST SAT THERE AS TYRION SAID RANDOM SHIT & all of these lords who have never heard of him suddenly were like ya ok you are def the one capable of leading us out of this time of murder and chaos... time 2 rly cancel men

also.. the only person who actually wanted jon punished and exiled was greyworm who left immediately? the moment he got on the ship couldn't they have all just been like jon man u good! even brienne being in KL made so little sense. i guess i get the whole she has jaime's old powerful job or w/e but sansa is queen? what possible loyalty could she have to KL when she could be head of queensguard etc. even her just being like "im done w/ all y'all" and leaving to rule tarth wouldve made more sense

the realm is SO fucked like bran went to a meeting for half a minute and then noped out to find a dragon instead of getting anything done. and why tf is bronn master of coin?? i guess like a third of the population got decimated anyway so it doesn’t really matter. there are no people left to lead. the new lords are just playing house.

i cannot speak to kit and emilia’s chemistry because while i agree, i don’t see it at all, i know jonerys shippers feel very passionately about their ship, and they can see something there i don’t.

gotta agree to disagree on emilia’s interpretation of the mad queen. she was acting exactly how she always does (which is, in itself, a performance dany pus on), but she was completely dead behind the eyes. i thought her stoicism and conviction was very true to form of a mad queen.

i thought peter’s performance was really good other than weeping over jaime and cersei. i just never buy when characters weep. i think it’s tacky. pushing back a flood of tears is nearly always more effective, and moreover, when a loved one dies, it is VERY difficult to process it right away, even if you’re expecting it. so characters just LOSING IT the moment they learn of someone’s death just always gives me secondhand embarrassment.

to me sansa looked completely CGI in that last scene? like sophie noped out of the final episode so they had to hand-draw her or something. what was up with that. am i the only one who thought she looked animated?

i mean i do kind of get why they chose bran. he has basically the internet in his brain, and wouldn’t you elect a sentient internet to be a leader? i just don’t get why he went from “i’m not bran” to being like “lol hell yea bran the KING fuck yes”

also i forgot to point out in my last post -- what happened to “there must always be a stark in winterfell?” THE STARKS ALL LEFT WINTERFELL TO GO TO A MEETING.

jon returning to the night’s watch...........smh. and bran made the call, and jon was still all “yeah u right” what the FUCK. the logic was like, the people must be pleased, but one of the fatal errors of this show is NEVER SHOWING THE PEOPLE OR THE EFFECT OF THE RULING CLASS ON THE PEOPLE. who is even left to give a fuck about jon fucking snow?

cannot believe brienne BROKE HER OATH and it wasn’t even a PLOT POINT. her oath is to SERVE AND PROTECT SANSA STARK. even if she was dismissed! it happened off screen! what the FUCK

this show is so broken. so utterly, horribly broken. the worst series finale in the history of television.

#got spoilers #Anonymous

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viviansternwood · 5 years

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So the absolute sweetest @blodreina-noumou tagged me to do this positivity meme that is about choosing your five favourite mutuals in the fandom and giving them all the love. I’m all for it, but five??? How am I supposed to leave it at that?

I mean since she was the one who tagged me, I’m perfectly within my right to talk about Steph. She appeared at the time when this fandom was basically drowning in Octavia hate and for some time I felt so lost because it seemed like I was the only person in the 100 fandom not only not hating her guts, but also trying to defend her. I kept posting positivity about Octavia and getting hate in response, but then Steph started reblogging my stuff and I was like, wait... There are people who love her, just like I do. I followed her, and it’s been amazing every since. She’s a very private person and tends to stay out of any fandom brawls, but she’s very good at just... being there for people, you know? So many times I would be having one of those moment when I just hated my life, and I’d post something about it not expecting anyone to read or care, and Steph would suddenly come out and say something that, if not necessarily fixing things, pushes me along on the path. And that’s what matters, doesn’t it? Someone who helps you make small steps through every day. Steph is an amazing person, and she has such an insight in people and characters, it’s wonderful. I think that’s what makes all her metas so good. Sweetie, thank you so much for following me and for being in this fandom. It would not be the same without you. <3

1. @daeneryskairipa

I honestly have so much love and respect for Linda. She is in a lot of fandoms, and she’s never caught up in any drama or negativity. She’s a very quiet, private and absolutely talented person, whose gifsets are something our fandom doesn’t deserve. Just when I started making gifs about a year ago, her edits were what I aspired mine to look like just because they’re so, so beautiful. I mean, if you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that I use her gifs for my headers more than anyone else’s. Also, fun fact, but just when I started giffing, I had no idea how tags worked, so I looked at Linda’s tagging system and basically adopted it (sorry Linda lol). Go follow her, she produces such amazing content, our fandom is blessed to have her. <3

2. @clarkgriffon

I think Mira will always take a special place in my heart because she was one of the very first people I spoke to in this fandom. I believe I had about 90 followers at the time, and I messaged her to tell her that her tags were hilarious because she would always not only tag them purposefully to systematise content, but also add her reactions and it made things so much better. Mira is also one of those people who will see or hear you say some small detail about yourself once and remember it, and then randomly bring it up in the conversation. She just cares about people and remembers. She’s one of the most unassuming people I know because she will give you advice on the things that bother you and won’t push for anything more than you’re prepared to give in that moment. And sometimes that’s the best we can do for others. Just be there for them. And I honestly think no one produces more content for our fandom (mainly Bellarke as well) than Mira does, for which, sweetie, thank you so much because there were so many moments when I just thought there was no more hope for Bellarke, but then I’d see one of your gifsets and feel better. Really, thank you, I’m so happy to know you!

3. @keiraknighted

The story behind why Emily followed me is funny. Apparently, she was so frustrated with Zaven because she just wasn’t feeling it and it seemed to her like literally no one else was shipping Murven, so she purposefully searched in the anti zaven tag and found me. So that’s when she followed me. And I remember I followed her because she had this cute icon from Anne With an E, and I’d been reading her fics for like two years before that, but it never clicked that she was the person writing them hahah.

Emily is an amazing person. She’s so warm and sweet and understanding, and she’s one of those people who will go out of their way to do something if you ask them to. Her fanfics basically got me through the hiatus. I always joke with her that she has this talent to make you feel second hand embarrassment like no one else does, and I stand by those words because she’s just that talented. She can portray a situation in a way that you feel so involved you want to die of embarrassment when the character is embarrassed, and it’s a beautiful thing! Please go check out her fics, I promise you, you will not regret it. My absolute favourite of all time (Emily is probably sick of hearing about it by now lmao) is Smoke Break, which, do yourself a favour and go read right now please!!

Thank you so much for everything, sweetie! I don’t know what kind of fandom experience I would have without you, probably trash smh.

4. @daenerya

Luna is someone about whom I should talk a lot more because she’s become such a vital part of my life and my fandom experience that it’s crazy. Luna is someone who never gives up on people, for better or for worse. She’s probably one of the most loyal people I know, and if there’s something I respect and love and appreciate, it’s loyalty. She helped me get through one of the toughest moments in my life by being completely calm while I was panicking and having pretty much a mental breakdown, giving me invaluable advice and just being there for me. Thank you so much for that, sweetie, I will never forget it.

She is also such a positive person. She probably won’t admit this to save her life, but she has so much love and hope for this world and people in general. She’s open to everyone, absolutely loving and sweet and understanding.

Her edits are beautiful because she’s so talented but also puts an incredible amount of effort in. She has such strong opinions that she is unapologetic about because she cares about people and stands up for them.

5.@lameblake

When you follow Ali, you don’t just get a mutual. You automatically receive a friend. And it’s amazing. Ali is probably the most supportive person I know. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re going through, however you deal with your issues, she’ll do her best to understand, accept it and help you get through your tough times. I honestly believe that she feels other people’s pain.

Please, go follow her. Give her all the love you can because she’s so, so deserving.

Honourable mentions,

for people who are just as important as the five mentioned above, but to whom I either haven’t spoken to a lot or haven’t talked recently because life got in the way:

@eternallyecho - for reaching out continuously, even if I’m being an antisocial ass, and for accepting and understanding me the way I am, believing that I know myself;

@easilydistractedbyfanfic - for being an endless flow of optimism and Murven content and support with all the random things I have asked your advice for;

@raven-reyes-of-sunshine for not only being there for me at the hardest of times, but also letting me do my best to be there for you because you definitely deserve all the love the world can give you and more!

@twinzmoon for being two little rays of sunshine who always want to make other people’s days better. Completely selfless and wonderful people deserving of the entire world;

@boomheda , @aproblematicpanda and @sawyerblakes (actually not mutuals but this post would be a lie if I didn’t mention you) for being the proof that you don’t have to agree on every single thing to be friends with someone. Different interests don’t mean people can’t be kind and loving towards one another. Thank you guys, I love you three so much. You made my fandom experience bearable for the past year;

@pathokinessis for being a little ball of love and positivity who loves people without asking anything in return. Thank you, sweetie, you’re absolutely amazing and there’s no describing to how much I love and appreciate you!

P.S. If I haven’t mentioned you on this list, please don’t feel offended and remember that I love you and appreciate you.

#tag games #get to know me

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rinahayashi · 7 years

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Saizo’s Timeline

Saizo’s age in his MS and during the major events that have been revealed to us, so far, including: his love for dango and his swords.

“Age is just a number, little lady.”

OMFG! >_<;; Saizo... stop staring at us like that...

Well, yeah, I get it... you love Saizo and want to know every little thing about him. Sure, okay, he’s dashing, mysterious, daring, and he’s pretty much god-mode with a sword, but you know you’re in for a tough morning when this is the main screen on your cell phone:

Well, f🌸ck! Continue Romance... oh, yeah.. sure, let’s, um, let’s get right on that... *ghosts flies out of mouth* 👻

Spoilers for Main Story as the ‘age markers’ are revealed. It’s not a plot reveal, per se, but some minor plot points pertaining to Saizo’s character development will be shown. If you know nothing about Saizo and want to figure it out on your own, do not continue.

Timeline:

Main Story - Saizo is about 29 years old. His MC is about 20.

SLBP Saizo has had two birthdays since SLBP launched in English, so that makes him currently 31, which he joked about in his last birthday story release stating that he was officially old now.

Saizo was about 14 when he started working for the Sanada clan. Yukimura was 10.

The Sakura Tree Story - MC was about 5 years old, when she met a crying boy under a tree and gave him dango.

By the end of his MS route, Divine End, we learn that event was 15 years prior to the Main Story’s “present”. So, that makes tearful Saizo “boy” about 13 or 14 years old when he met a 4 or 5 year old MC. In another event story, it’s revealed that during their little snack break he also stole, I mean “found”, five-year-old MC’s little flowered hair comb and kept it FOREVER! WTS! He could have found her house and given it back, but nope! I bet she cried when she realized she lost her favorite hair comb, too. *smh* Outstanding moral fiber...

Bish... stop!! (my heart is fluttering)

He freaking bought the restaurant that had the cherry tree outside where he met MC and had a happy memory of someone giving him dango. Obsessed much? *holds my head* Apparently, in Iga Village, no one gave anyone anything. So, that passing act of kindness really made an impression.

Best Friend’s Death - Ten years before the Main Story’s ‘present’, he killed his best friend. So, he was about 18 or 19 when that happened. They were going to go see the sakura blossoms before it happened, so it might have been before his late April birthday that year making him 18 at the time.

Story event - a demon sakura (yomi-zakura) shows him the “spirit” of his dead best friend, which reveals the season of his death. The “three” of them, his best friend, best friend’s lover, and Saizo, could not meet in the Spring, presumably, because of his best friend’s betrayal of Iga Village and subsequent ordered execution:

And we know, certainly, it was raining when that went down. So, perhaps it was still winter. Ugh. That rain tho...

Why he did it: The “IT” being the Oda clan had his best friend’s lover as a hostage and forced his best friend to betray Iga village. Even though, his unnamed best friend was forced to do it to save the woman he loved, Saizo was compelled by the elders to slay the one who betrayed them and reaffirm his loyalty to Iga Village. (Historically: This was WAY different btw. But it was Oda Nobunaga who did eventually conquer Iga, after his son’s failed attempts.)

Possible misunderstanding: Event story - Akane’s story - her “brother” / potential “lover” was the best friend Saizo killed. No, completely different ninja clan and killing Akane’s “brother” was an unrelated job Saizo had.

Reasoning: Saizo killed Akane’s “brother” right in front of her, and she just about lost her sh🌸t swearing to kill Saizo. Whee! He just about let her, too. *smh* However, since Akane is from another clan of ninja, that is, by the time her event story happens, almost extinct, she’s the last female in her clan btw, it’s impossible. She’s not an Iga Village ninja, that’s all we know for sure.

Misunderstanding: Saizo was under the sakura tree crying, when MC found him with her magic dango, because he had just slain his best friend. Oops!

I thought this for a long time, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but it’s impossible because Saizo didn’t kill his best friend till five years after that event. I know the Noble end states this:

but the math does not work with his MS route which leads to the Noble & Divine ends.

If that Noble end clue is the proper math and Saizo ate the dango the first spring after he killed his best friend, MC is only 14 or 15 >_<, Saizo is 23 or 24, Yukimura is 19 or 20, and he met MC ~9 years ago, a few months or one year after he killed his best friend, which was 10 years ago. WTS!! Sorry I just... no?!

Remember, main story route MC remembers giving him the dango at about age 5, twice we’re told his best friend died 10 years ago, and the Dango diary tells us Yukimura knew him before and after he developed his love for dango, which means he was at least 14 when he had the dango. So, LOL! I just can’t with this, but I misunderstood for a while. 😂

At the end, the Noble end again says it was 15 years since he first had her dango anyway...

It makes more sense: We know his best friend died 10 years before Main Story “present”, but he ate MC’s dango 15 years before Main Story “present.” The Divine End math & end of Noble End math works better. But, then we don’t know for sure why he’s crying because the memory of his best friend’s death no longer fits the timeline. :\ Maybe he’s just having a tough time, bad hair day, or fed up and frustrated with his life.

He’s definitely had a hard life growing up as a ninja. He’s had to fight for everything. And in the Event story with baby Hime, he reveals that he has no idea how to care for children because no one ever cared for him. Kids are left on their own in Iga Village. Other than cleaning their butts and being fed, the kids, according to Saizo and Kiyohiro, are on their own. Well, that’s pretty awful. It’s a wonder they aren’t all messed up in the head because raising kids without touching or interacting with them during their ‘baby years’ doesn’t work. Luckily, Saizo turned out to be a genius!

Oh well, that whole story was worth it just for this scene:

That’s right! Who’s your daddy? *blushu* Saizo...

The Dango: Yukimura relates the tale of Saizo’s love of dango. One day he came back from Kyoto and really loved dango. Well, okay then! It had never been a ‘thing’ for him until he returned to the Sanada from the capital one day. This happened when they were still ‘kids’, but since Yukimura knew him when it happened, it had to be when Saizo was a teen.

Just imagine kid Saizo demanding it as payment for favors... awww! “That’ll be 10 dango, little lord.”

It’s highly probable that Saizo’s love of dango started with MC giving him some along with Yakichi’s (MC’s dad) message: “if you have the will to eat, you have the will to live,” and if you can’t find one, then you can do the other even if the only thing that keeps you going is the next bite. Then smol Saizo took a bite of the dango, stopped crying, and smiled. I guess he never told the little lord this story. He kept it, along with MC’s hair comb, to himself. *sighs*

The Sword’s Secret: Saizo had been serving Lord Yukimura for a long time, probably those 5 years before his best friend died, before he ‘changed’, he was kinder or perhaps, at least, smiled and meant it more often. In MS chapter 8 “His Weakness,” Yukimura mentions in passing that Saizo didn’t always used to be that way. Meaning, the rain didn’t affect him like it does now, and, presumably, he was not always so cold and distant.

So, Yukimura isn’t the only one who used to be ‘cute’ 15 years ago. It’s hard to imagine a Saizo who wasn’t so cold, but Yukimura knows him not just for how he is now but how he used to be. It’s why Yukkin can put up with Saizo’s bullsh🌸t with boundless patience. Yukimura also knows why he changed, the sword’s secret, which he doesn’t openly tell anyone.

I get it, symbolically, he carries his best friend’s sword in his memory. But, I also call story line BS about not using it because almost every action shot we have of Saizo has him poised to go death-blender on someone with both katana.

Surprise! *snaps pic & posts on instagram* ...! *dies promptly afterwards*

Anyway... as you can see, he uses both.

#SLBP #Saizo Kirigakure #Saizo #timeline #just how old is this guy anyway #well now you know #you know some of those silver hairs could be legit by now #old man Saizo #Saizo's dango #two swords #all the time #damn Saizo so kinky...#meta #I was told to write this up as an article #so I freaking did!

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resonating-kitty · 3 years

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/rp I think this is just irl!Tommy forgetting who really has the discs. I mean, he forgot that it was Wilbur who made Tubbo president in a conversation before the exile after the burning of George's house. But I guess, it could be like unreliable narrator part. Either way, do you have any predictions on what will happen when Techno, Dream, Tommy, and Wilbur meet each other or at least one? Kinda curious to your prediction.

Yeah I think Tommy is just forgetting. Which I mean, he is in college and is experiencing new challenges in life with that I am sure so he gets a clear pass with only minor joking at his expense. (I mean he did forget he had an essay to write. Imagine forgetting you have an essay smh lol)

My predictions. Hmm. I have been thinking a lot about the possible road that the storyline could take.

At first I thought the story would go down a road that involved the "Minotaur" bit of Theseus' myth. But with the lastest Techno stream, I don't think so.

Dream hinting at the final story of Theseus. King Lycomedes killed Theseus by pushing him off a cliff. This was after Theseus fled to his island during exile. But, the King only did that because the King feared that Theseus would dethrone him, because his people treated Theseus with honor among his arrival.

Hinting that Techno would kill Tommy. But Techno isn't a King. Techno doesn't have anything to fear from Tommy. Techno doesn't have a throne to be thrown off of.

Techno also doesn't have people that would be delighted to see Tommy.

You know who and what does? Tubbo and L'Manburg.

Tubbo is a ruler. He has a throne of sorts. He has power.

The members of L'Manburg would be delighted to see Tommy (because they do think that Tommy is dead) and Tommy's return would endanger Tubbo's reign because it would bring with it Dream's wraith.

Wilbur is also a wildcard. I am not sure where his loyalties, if any, would lie. Ghostbur is a complex character. Not really on any sides as he is a ghost. He only truly dislikes Eret. Dream is a happy memory for him and L'Manburg is freedom to do as one wishes.

Technoblade wants to, and probably will, destroy L'Manburg. Because government is the cause of all the problems. Which to be fair, it kinda is in this scenario.

Techno's ideals run parallel to Dream's own. Techno wants the abolishment of government and Dream wants the server to be a whole, undivided place. Both want the destruction of the same thing, for sort of similar reasons tbh.

We also need to note that Techno owes Dream one favor that Dream may cash in at anytime.

I predict that Dream will continue to come around. Until he does eventually catch Tommy. Then we will witness Dream cashing in his favor and either see Techno let Dream take Tommy away or we will see Techno face down Dream to keep Tommy safe.

Or Techno could not even be there and Dream kidnaps Tommy. Techno would then find out later and then decide what to do. Possibly go to L'Manburg?

Also Techno is going to attempt to save Philza soon I believe. So Philza is another thing to consider. How would he fit in?

It's a jumble really anon because it has the possibility of going in any direction, several actually. These are just my scattered thoughts so far.

#anon asks #my hot take on dream smp storyline

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shirohibiki · 7 years

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KRUSTY KRAB PIZZA ANON, THY WILL BE DONE. i hate this so much like usual and i’m sorry like usual and i’m sorry it took so long like usual. i always do this smh. :/ anyway, anon asked me to do something related to the krusty krab pizza episode. this is dedicated to my darling @salvagedmoose for their birthday, so happy birthday!!! I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, AND SAME GOES TO ANON AND EVERYONE ELSE <3333

tom ‘IT TOOK THREE DAYS TO MAKE THIS POTATO SALAD!’ smith is throwing yet another tantrum over his food at the krusty krab, taking out his aggression on spongebob. (i had no idea his last name was smith but apparently it is) spongebob is obviously upset by this, and squidward is infuriated by it -- instead of bloodying his knuckles this time, though, he goes to see if he can comfort his neighbor.

it’s actually fascinating how i always write the literal same thing. i don’t get it omfg. this fic is pre-relationship, and while the feelings between them aren’t entirely mentioned, they’re certainly there. not necessarily part of the main storyline, just a one-off. as a note, i had sort of wanted to change rats into some sort of sea creature, but i couldn’t think of any that fit the pun of the movie title, so... i guess... they’re sea rats, or something.

written for my spongebob human AU, info here

“Y’know, I’ve been coming here for a LONG TIME, and I deserve only the BEST food for my loyalty. So what do I get for this? Today, I asked for my kids’ patties to be well-done. WELL. DONE. Y’know what that means? IT MEANS THERE AIN’T NO PINK IN IT, KID.”

Ah, Tom Smith. Easily the Krusty Krab’s most abrasive customer. He had a tendency to be weirdly picky about food – if anything was wrong, you would absolutely know about it. Nothing seemed to anger him more than food and nobody knew why. He didn’t always cause a fuss, but when he did, it wasn’t pretty.

The first time Spongebob experienced Tom’s wrath was long, long ago when Mr. Krabs had invented the Krusty Krab Pizza. He and Squidward had been tasked to deliver it to a customer’s house. It should have been a simple task, but… It turned into a huge journey because the pair got lost on their way. After what seemed like eons, they arrived, and Spongebob proudly presented Tom with the first Krabby Patty Pizza ever. Tom took one look at him and asked where the drink he’d ordered was. The fact of the matter was, he hadn’t actually asked for one, so Spongebob didn’t have it – thusly, Tom’s anger flared. He lambasted Spongebob for not bringing it, subsequently slamming the door in his face. There were to be plenty more incidents after that.

“You call yourself a frycook? I can cook better meat than this! Maybe I should take your job, eh?” Tom loomed menacingly over a cowering Spongebob Squarepants, who only clutched his spatula against his chest. “Go make them again, and make them RIGHT this time, kid. WELL DONE,” he snarled. He then turned on his heel, bubbles forming behind him with the motion, and stormed back to his table to wait with his children who were all, of course, complaining. Spongebob utterly deflated and slumped back to his grill to fill the order.

It was Squidward’s opinion that the customer was almost always wrong.

While many of the Krusty Krab’s patrons were polite, normal people, there were also those who were complete rotten assholes. The horror stories of customer service. The ones you prayed you wouldn’t encounter, but without fail, you would. Tom was undoubtedly the worst of them, and others like Harold were also known for occasional outbursts. It was absurd – they got to treat the employees however they wanted and never had any repercussions for it. They were always served what they were asked for. Customer service was bullshit. It was unfair. It was just plain wrong. These people could whine about the simplest of things – missing sesame seeds on their bun? Throw it out and make a new one. Fries slightly crispier and smokier than usual? Toss it and cook up a fresh batch. Romaine lettuce instead of iceberg? Better get ready to redo everything or make sure you have that refund! Go fetch your manager while you’re at it and consider yourself a failure because one single little detail was amiss. You were wrong and the customer was right. You’d always lose that battle.

How was it fair? How was it reasonable that Tom’s behavior was simply accepted? Why was he allowed to terrorize the person making his food just because the patties were slightly pinker than he wanted them to be? One could only hope he didn’t speak to his loved ones in the same way. As he watched the scene unfold from the cash register, Squidward found his jaw tightening and his fists clenching at his sides. He glared daggers in Tom’s direction. Oh, he was so ready to deck that guy. He’d done it once, and he would do it again if needed. He absolutely could not stand him. The way he treated Spongebob… It incited a fury deep within him. He didn’t quite know why it bothered him so much… He didn’t know why he cared, but he did – and actually, he could feel that he cared more now than ever. No one was allowed to treat Spongebob like that.

No one.

If there was one thing Squidward didn’t like, it was Spongebob being bullied. A tad ironic, since he had a tendency to… Not be so nice to Spongebob… But it was different! No, really, it was different. It wasn’t acceptable when he himself did mean things either, but these people! These people weren’t Spongebob’s neighbor! They didn’t secretly maybe kind of like him deep down! AND, some of them even got physical with him and THAT was just entirely unacceptable. Flats Flounder came to mind. Spongebob did all he could for his customers and Squidward couldn’t stand to see them hurt him. (His own behavior required further analysis, but he refused to believe he was on that level.)

Squidward was still seething as Tom returned to his seat. The wait wasn’t long – a defeated frycook soon emerged from the kitchen with a tray of patties. There was an audible hesitancy in his steps. “Here’s… Your order, sir,” Spongebob said in a small voice, sliding the tray onto the table. The customer sneered at him.

“Yeah, you’d better hope they’re right this time, or I’m taking this to your boss.” Spongebob said nothing as Tom cut one of the steaming patties in half to take a peek inside. Finding they were satisfactorily browned, he grunted, nodding. “Good. You managed not to mess it up. This had better not happen again. Oh, and one more thing, kid – you did remember to put at least seven ice cubes in my diet Dr. Kelp, right?” Spongebob froze with the question at first, praying he had, because he did NOT want a repeat of that pizza delivery… Or worse. Fortunately, he always made extra sure Tom’s drinks were right, so he reassured his racing mind with that fact.

“Yes, sir, I did,” he replied. Doubtful, Tom popped the lid of his drink open to check himself. Everything seemed to be in order.

“You actually managed to do it. Maybe you DO care about your customers!” Snickering, Tom waved Spongebob away. Eyes downcast, the other turned and padded back to his station. Squidward was on the verge of marching right over to the table and slamming Tom’s smug face into the burger – resisting that urge took every ounce of his self-control.

The rest of the day dragged on. Spongebob had understandably gone quiet, and Squidward spent his time thinking about all of the ways he could repay Tom for his immeasurable kindness. At closing time, Squidward watched his coworker leave carefully. “See ya,” the blond muttered impassively as he grabbed his coat and shuffled out the door, not quite paying any actual attention to those around him.

Squidward now had a few options – he could go home himself and forget about it all, he could go have a few choice words with Tom, or he could go see if Spongebob needed…

Comfort.

It seemed Squidward’s feet suddenly began moving on their own – he didn’t even have time to consider or conceptualize his decision. He was already leaving. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he was in front of a pineapple house. He paused to look up at it, wondering for a moment why he was here. It didn’t matter that much, did it..?

The aura of gloom emanating from the house said yes.

Squidward honestly just felt sad – a resonating hollowness in his chest – sure, he got yelled at by customers plenty too, but he deserved it but it was different. The little guy worked too hard to deserve that crap. He wasn’t particularly in the mood to risk getting his ass kicked at the moment, and just going home and ignoring it wasn’t actually an option either because it would never leave his mind. That left him with only one possible course of action. So, with a deep breath, he gave the front door a good firm knock. He wasn’t going to think very hard about how odd this was. He was doing what he felt – what his heart told him to do.

“Come in.”

Opening the door, he found the person he was looking for curled up in a pile of plush blankets on his couch, snacking on brownies and watching television. Gary snoozed away beside him, seemingly unbothered by the disturbance. The room was dark save for the lambent glow of the screen. “… Hey,” Squidward said lamely as he took a few steps inside, noting how tired Spongebob looked. That same unresponsive look was on his face – it was listless and tinged with melancholy. Surprisingly, there didn’t seem to be a single trace of tears.

“Hi.” It was a low, short sound that held no welcome in it. It wasn’t an unfriendly greeting per se, just… Apathetic. Spongebob’s gaze was drawn to his visitor briefly before it returned to his show. The moment hung uncomfortably; Squidward didn’t want to intrude, but… The dejection in those dull blue eyes hurt. He strode over to the couch and sat himself down next to the lethargic lump. Spongebob intruded on his brooding all the time, so whatever! He’d just have to deal with it!

“What are you watching?” Squidward asked as casually as he possibly could while he settled back. He wasn’t going to think about this at ALL. Just go with it, Squiddy. Spongebob flinched a little at the movement before eyeing him curiously, but didn’t seem to question it too much because he nodded back at the TV. He allowed his blankets to fall and pool around his waist, and set the plate of half-eaten brownies down on the table in front of them.

“Um, Ratatouille…”

“Oh?” Squidward took a look – a young man who had just been hired at an upscale restaurant was struggling to cook while a rat darted about, fixing up the food he’d been attempting to make. He wasn’t at all surprised that Spongebob had picked a movie about cooking, even if it had been a subconscious choice. “I’m shocked you’re not crying yet.”

“It’s—it’s still early in the movie.”

“Doesn’t usually stop you,” Squidward teased with a smirk. That smirk fell when he only received a sigh. He watched a few more minutes of the film, seeing Linguini’s ruthless and hateful boss criticize him, and was reminded of what had happened earlier. He wondered if Spongebob was thinking about it too… Must’ve been, with that expression.

It was time to do what he’d come here to do.

His next decision wasn’t one that was normally made lightly – it was something he didn’t usually do, nor was it something he was accustomed to. It was awkward, and if he thought about it too much he’d chicken out. Hopefully Spongebob wouldn’t make too big of a deal over it; if he did, it would reactivate Squidward’s defenses and he would inevitably flee in embarrassment. Squidward took a moment to clear his mind and focused on his sole goal of soothing his neighbor. Exhaling, he reached out and wrapped an arm gently around Spongebob’s shoulders, then tugged him close. Spongebob squeaked in surprise – he’d been tilted to the side and his head was now pressed against his friend’s chest. When he looked up, there was a question in his eyes, but no sound came from his gaping mouth. Squidward merely nodded to him to confirm that it was alright.

Spongebob was left confused – Squidward was hugging him..? Willingly? Why…

… Squidward was so magnificently warm. Spongebob soon found that he didn’t have the energy to deliberate on the implications of this. Ordinarily he would, but… Maybe he’d mull it over later. For now, he experimentally brought the blankets up over the both of them and when Squidward (startlingly) didn’t protest, he tucked himself into his side comfortably while the other kept an arm around him. Grateful for the heat, he nuzzled close.

“Who cares about the customer, Spongebob?”

“… I do.” Squidward caught a tiny hint of a smile tug at Spongebob’s lips when he responded. That pizza delivery had been a rough time, but at least they could joke about it now.

“Well I don’t, and neither should you. Look at that guy.” He gestured to Chef Skinner who was in the middle of lambasting Linguini for the umpteenth time. “They’re just like him. If they don’t care about you, why care about them?” Oh boy, he’d be having a crisis over that statement in regards to himself and his general treatment of Spongebob after he got home…

“Because I like making people happy and I like doing my job right,” Spongebob answered, slowly being lulled into complete relaxation by the sound of the beating heart against his ear, the familiar scent filling his nostrils, the warmth enveloping him, and the beautifully animated city of Paris. Squidward glanced down at his fluffy blond hair, quiet for a moment.

“… You can’t please everyone. You should put more energy into yourself – you don’t need to cater to some asshole’s every selfish whim to do your job right. He shouldn’t have the freedom to treat you like that,” he finally said. Being so unused to comforting Spongebob, his cheeks reddened a little, but he ignored the feeling. He absentmindedly gave Spongebob’s shoulder a squeeze, beginning to rub his thumb in circles against the soft fabric.

“I know… But it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try.” A shiver ran up Spongebob’s spine. That felt nice. That felt really nice. Even the simplest of touches made him happy. Oh, heaven… He sure was one lucky guy!

“Yeah, but you really don’t have to make sure you put a certain amount of ice cubes in someone’s drink. If you don’t want to punch someone in the face for pushing you around like that, I have no problem doing it for you.” Squidward meant that, too. If that meant getting beaten up for Spongebob’s sake… Oh well. The customer wasn’t always right and he would stand by that notion. It hurt too much to see Spongebob like this – it was weird to actually… Want to comfort Spongebob, but it also felt kind of good for some reason. It eased the sorrowful ache in his chest, and he hoped it eased the one in Spongebob’s, too. He couldn’t bring himself to look into his neighbor’s eyes as he spoke, but it became exceedingly apparent that he was staring.

Spongebob gawked for a few moments, having gone scarlet – that was probably one of the nicest things Squidward had ever said to him. The man he loved had honestly just stated that he was willing to stand up for him, to defend his honor, if need be. It was… Wow. Just… Wow. He could scarcely believe it, but no – no wondering about it for now. No causing a scene. Just accept it. Let the happiness wash over you. Don’t think about it – just feel it. “… Thank you,” he whispered, tears rushing to his eyes. To stave them off, he buried his face into Squidward’s collarbone and took some deep breaths, clutching him tightly. Once calmer, he sniffled and did his best to return his concentration to the television. A movie, the comfort of a best friend, brownies, and a sleepy snail. It was a bad day turned into the best day ever!

“Mm.” Squidward said nothing – he instead kept himself preoccupied with rubbing Spongebob’s shoulder and the story of a rat and a man going against all odds and those who tried to smack them down to help each other realize their dreams. They protected one another… Just as he’d try to protect Spongebob. Tom would get what was coming to him someday.

The pair stayed together the whole night, marathoning movies and gorging on junk food. There were tears and there was laughter. As baffling as it was, Squidward had a genuinely good time. Hanging out with Spongebob wasn’t always so bad… And he seemed to be feeling better, which was all Squidward had wanted. He’d deal with whatever weird feelings arose from it later. Maybe -- just maybe -- he could sort of thank Tom in some twisted way, because his shitty actions enabled he and his neighbor to bond and gave him the chance to be a good friend for once in his life. So thanks, Tom. Your assholeishness really brought people together!

#squidbob #my writing #spongeblogging #salvagedmoose #tbh KKpizza anon prolly already got tired of waiting and left omg #burn this its a disgrace #UGHHHHHHHHHHHH #i still have those other fics to write omg rip me #i spent an embarrassing amount of time on this #its disgusting actually wth is wrong with me

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