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yeyinde · 9 months

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Just saw a TikTok where a kid send their favorite stuff animal to his dad who's deployed. Just imagine this happening with 141 🥺 (I'm actually sending this to my favorite writers hoping I can get a cute scenario 😅)

I admire your honesty lmao. So. Here ya go:

—Gen. Reader (but tbh, *you're* a very minor part of this). Child is not named or gendered, either, and can easily be read as adopted instead of bio (with cheeky little hints geared toward this). Fluff(ish).

—I'm not really sure if this constitutes as cute but I wanted to try and write something that was extremely vague but also incredibly...not vague. Transparent, almost. This is that. A thought experiment. Enjoy.

On the surface, the package isn't anything special. Nondescript beige. Square. It's a bit beat up from its journey, bruised and dented like most boxes shipped halfway across the world tend to be, and much too light to be a care pack.

He sits in his assigned cot with a heavy sigh that creaks through aching bones and tender muscles, eyes already half mast from a day staring at sand dunes and trying to divine answers in gunpowder, reading bullets like tea leaves. Sleep isn't beckoning, it's screaming. Howling loud in his ears and knocking all his thoughts asunder.

He has half a mind to tuck the box aside, lay down with his boots still on, and sleep until it doesn't make his head split at the seams to keep his eyes open. It's needed, too. They head out tomorrow. Sure, firm, and bound in brass. An unavoidable calamity as they chase shadows with grasping hands, fingers always a hair too short to reach. He might, yet, he thinks, but the box is nearly weightless in his hands, and despite its featherlight heft in his lap, it calls to him.

If he waits, it'll never leave the sanctity of this safe house. It'll get lost in the shuffle. In the tumult tomorrow morning, a breath before dawn, will surely bring.

So, he opens it.

Clumsy fingers, numbed from curling around the butt of a gun all day, paw at the tape until it unravels in a messy cluster, sticking to the palm of his hand. He presses it to the side before slipping his fingers through the flaps.

It might be a letter asking for a divorce. He thinks about laughing, maybe, but the humour is bereft of reprieve.

You'd hit him, he thinks. Smack him upside the head for the very thought.

(Maybe dislodge the monsters in there, too.)

But when he peels back the lips, and peers inside, it isn't a letter. It's a bear.

Pocket sized, he remembers saying. A negotiation tactic in the middle of a toy aisle to keep the tears from flooding over a glistening lash line. It was as effective as he expected it to be, but the compromise, however shaky, was reinforced with the promise of McDonald's if they didn't cause a scene in the middle of the shops. Sniffles meet his ears still, but they slow, considering the offer. Head tilts adorably to the side (ladies in the aisle over coo). Then, sticky, wet fingers slapped his palm. Deal made. Done.

Done.

The bartering tool—a subpar toy for less than twenty dollars in lieu of a roaring dinosaur that was nearly seventy (Jesus fuckin' Christ)—becomes a reluctant ally against a set of imagined enemies, and then trusted friend. A companion, one carried everywhere—the bath, school, bed—and its loved state is shown through its disarray. Carried in patches of scant fur, in a nose that lost its glossy shine from too many kisses at night and in the morning, and just because ("because he's cute and he needs a kiss!"), and from rips and tears, and clumped cotton when it was hung to dry lopsidedly after spending a day at the beach. It's in the missing button on the little dungarees it wears, and the loose threads that split the seams.

It's just a bear, but—

"If anything happens to Mr Bear, I will die, dad!"

Little feet pounding the pavement, frantically searching for the fallen friend who slipped from the basket after a walk to the park. Eyes wide, wild, and filled with tears. Head swivelling in all directions.

"Why will you die, exactly?" He hedges, brows drawing taut. He's not versed in this well enough to know if this is alarming yet. Maybe. He thinks it might be, has a nagging suspicion that it is, but you offer a shrug in response, and he's calmed a bit by your nonreaction. Normal, then, he thinks, and turns back the way they came, peering at the grass for any signs of an ugly little bear.

"Because!" It's snapped in that waspish huff only children can muster—the one that says, duh! despite the absurdity of it all. "We share a heart. That's what mum says. And if a cat got him and he's all chewed up, and—"

You have the wherewithal to be a little bit sheepish when he turns to you, mouthing the words back.

"It was—," you start, shrugging. A touch embarrassed. A little flustered. It suits you, he finds. You wear it like an endearing garment. "It was just a joke, but kids take everything so literally, and so now—"

"Mind, body, heart, and soul!"

More little stomps. A pout forms. Wobbles. He bends down before the tears fall, gentle as he thinks he can be (and gentler some, because if parenthood has taught him anything, it's that his patience for a little being that picked him, that looked at him and said, you, you, you; I want you, is infinite) he places his hands on trembling shoulders, and tries to soothe the pain that etches in glossy eyes. Hand bearish and uncertain, but quivering from holding back, from offering nothing in this moment except liquid adoration and unfettered devotion. He feels it writ across the lines in his face.

"It's alright," he gruffs, and then hides a wince when the boney, fragile shoulders beneath his hands tense, shake. Soft as smoke, he adds: "we'll find the bastard—"

"Ahem!"

"—the bear."

A sniffle. "His name is Mister Bear and I love him to the moon and back."

It melts him in ways he never expected. Unthaws tundric parts of himself he thought were lost to permafrost; empty and void of life. It cracks, shatters. He moves, tugging the little body wracked with sobs tight to his chest as if he means to tuck them between his rib cage where they'll stay, a little bird safe and sound and untouched by the uglier parts of the world that wants to maim and hurt. Gentle shushes fall from his lips. Clumsy affection he doesn't know how to give but will learn if it means he can whisper the same words—to the moon and back—until his throat rots and his words turn to ash. Until his bones are brittle and weary, and the earth reclaims his life.

He says them, then, stilted and unsure, but firm. Heavy.

"Love you, little bird," he rasps, lips pressing tight to a plump cheek. "Now let's find that Bastar—" ahem! "—bear. That bear. Okay?"

The bastard was in a pile of rubbish by the side of the road. His ear was lost to the many washes he went through to rid the stench of trash and cat piss from his fur.

You'd scrubbed the bear in the sink before, it's little dungarees hung up to dry in the garden. He startled you, then, when his hands wrapped around your middle, tugging you tight to his chest. Your ring caught, cutting a clean stripe through the one beady it had left.

He paid it little mind at the time, too busy nipping the nape of your neck as you offered weak protests that fell apart when you arched into him. Pretty and wanting.

"Maybe another?" He'd rasped into your ear, eyes drifting down to the ugly, sodden bear in the sink. "Call up the stork and have one delivered tomorrow, mm?"

"You're ridiculous," you huffed but it wasn't no.

And it wasn't meant to be, either. He was called away three days later, the words murmured out while you stitched up the misshapen mess of a teddy bear in the living room. Patient to a fault, you'd simply smiled at him, taut and painful around the edges, and said, be safe.

The announcement of his departure wasn't nearly as smooth, though. A tantrum, fraught with heavy sobs and howled no's seemed to threaten to topple the house down over them all.

But you'd spoken words he couldn't hear, and moon-shaped eyes turned to him, fogged over with tears. There was acceptance buried in the webbing nebula, but it was shaky. Tenuous.

Childish hands hold him tight before he leaves. "Mr Bear always keeps me safe.

The sentiment was overlooked at the time. A passing murmur that was lost in the shuffle of packing, leaving. Kisses and whispered worries in the middle of the night.

But he thinks about it now, and tries not to laugh.

At the bottom of the box is a note. He'll keep you safe, too! Love you to the moon and back.

He tucks the bear into his breast pocket where it'll be the safest on this journey, and wonders what you thought about the whole mess. It makes his lips curl.

Halfway across the world, and they still make him smile.

#feels like im reinforcing bad behaviour #but #ahhhh well #no names are used in this #captain john price x reader #john price x reader

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oh-my-may · 13 days

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LET'S TALK HSR PENACONY 2.1 (or rather, have my impressions and thoughts on the main quest and some other stuff)

First of all, I went out of it with so many thoughts and emotions. This is not gonna be spoiler free (duh).

ACHERON IS SO FUN TO PLAY. Like, really really fun. Finally Simulated Universe is not an annoying pain anymore, and much quicker too. Thanks to a good friend of mine her relics aren't too bad either. She's already so fun to play with Black Swan, can't wait for a Kafka rerun now 💀

Aa for the story now: I FUCKING KNEW MIKHAIL WAS THE WATCHMAKER. I KNEW IT. Now to wait for them to confirm that Misha is connected to him, either as a ghost of his past self or a child or some sort. It's the only way.

It's also really refreshing to see that HSR is giving 4star characters significant roles in the story. First it was Tingyun, now it's Gallagher (and maybe Misha? I'll die on this hill).

Loved the pacing. Story was quite long and lots of gameplay but didn't feel overwhelming at all, probably because we didn't just stick to the MC the whole time. The characters split up and we didn't just follow the express crew but also Aventurine, I really loved that. It felt so dynamic and immersive.

WELT AND ACHERON INTERACTION. BRO. The way I gasped the whole time. We still don't have a canon confirmation of how Raiden Mei and Acheron or just generally HI3rd and HSR are connected but it's sp clear that Acheron is by far the closest connection yet. So sp excited to find out more about this. Raiden Mei, I'll love you in every universe.

Aventurine and Ratio are also very interesting to me. What does Ratio gain by involving himself in all of this? What does he get out of it? Anyway, their little journey through the mansion was nice. GIGANTIC RATIO. The kinda stuff my dreams are made of tbh.

Generally the whole Aventurine story got me right from the beginning. He's generally one of the most interesting characters to me (although this game has plenty of them). I gotta admit of course I was suspicious of him (as one should be of all Penacony characters) but I liked him nevertheless. This patch supported my feelings, my GOD HE xkdjjdjdjd. The way I cried. Since I played the story so late ofc I saw some spoilers/screenshots of his backstory but I never expected it to hit me this hard. Just wow. His ending, too. It's so bitter. Kinda hope we get to see him again, since he'a mot really dead, right? Just in some limbo.

His boss fight was really something. Not a lot of different patterns, but I still had to try a bunch of different teams, since you're kinda fucked even with just a single single target character in your party. Had to unbench Clara, and I gotta say, she came through for me. I might not have used the most meta team, but it worked soooo...

And just as I was glad I had managed the fight they hit you with that big cut scene, woah. AND THEN WITH THE FIREFLY SCENE? AND SUNDAY????

First of all, apparently it was common knowledge among the community since last patch that Sam was Firefly. Yeah, I gwt it bc of the leaks and stuff. But I'm just so confused as to HOW. Like HOW and WHY and just generally HUH. I can't wait for them to explain this connection (if you're reading this and you wanna spoil me with non-confirmed stuff then leave it, please, I might as well wait another 3 weeks).

And then Gallagher and Sunday... Just as I was admiring Sunday's beauty because he might legit just be one of the most gorgeous male character designs... THEY KILL HIM. When I tell ypu I was SHOOK. Mouth agape and all. Didn't know what to do. What a cliffhanger.

Now I don't have a real theory as to what I think will happen. If I remember correctly they said the main story will stretch until 2.3, right? I really wonder what else will happen, the story already seemed so huge this patch and I really wonder how it'll conclude. There's still so many questions and stories. Might add on to this post later when I have more thoughts.

Also Aventurine's banner just dropped but as of writing this I haven't pulled yet. Might add a little post later about it.

For now, have some screenshots I took during the story:

ALSO I GOT AVENTURINE. SECOND 50/50 WIN IN A ROW IN THIS GAME HAVE I FINALLY BROKEN THE CURSE. Now for the long and treacherous road of farming his trace mats and relics ... Since I never really prefarm 🥲

A pic I took in my excitement. Forgot the screenshot button exists.

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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Wednesday prompt :) what if the reason Valentine made Luke a wolf was that a wronged nephilim in a parabatai bond can declare the other an oathbreaker, to trigger divine judgement, and if the judgement finds fault with the other you get back your soul piece and the other is punished? What if Alec, faced with another entitled and selfish rant, just snaps and declares Jace an oathbreaker?

okay so I couldn't figure out a way that would work like you were wanting but i did really like the idea that traditionally, a ritual with the silent brothers as a conduit to raziel is the only one allowed to judge and break a parabatai bond

this is actually an au of all your cracks i'll paint gold. because my thought is that an alec who didn't have the faith or hope to wait to give jace till the very last minute (because until the first rune is taken, some part of alec still believes jace is coming). this alec knows he's about to be deruned and he wants to lose his parabatai bond on his own terms. because fuck if he's going to let the clave tear him from jace, he's going to ask raziel to judge them and whoever ends up taking the brunt, so be it. because only raziel can judge the bond between him and jace.

also a part of alec expects to be the one judged as an oathbreaker. he's really tangled up in his own thoughts at this point and he knows he's not thinking straight which makes him doubt himself.

alec wants answers and to fuck the clave by not letting them get their way.

also tbh, for parabatai, i think the loss of the bond itself, especially not knwing what is happening would feel like divine punishment itself. especially for two peple who are so devout to the bond.

i hope you still enjoy <3

lumine

Alec doesn’t know what to do, but there is only one thing left to try and Jace is going to lose him either way. This is the most selfish thing Alec’s ever done in his life and he almost doesn’t do it, until he thinks about how long he’s been sitting here, alone.

Jace isn’t coming. Alec knows that at this point. Wherever his parabatai is with Clary, it’s far beyond anywhere that Alec can reach him in time.

And Alec can’t stay sitting here, waiting to be deruned whenever Imogen gets bored of making him wait.

Treated like he isn’t a Commander and not even given the choice of someone as a witness of his own to keep watch.

“I demand the presence of a Silent Brother for an oath.” Alec rasps to the next shadowhunters who pass, and they wince, looking at him with concern but they shake their heads.

Imogen has scared them all with his imprisonment and Alec is paying the price. Alec is normally the backbone of his Institute, the shield between him and the clave and while they trust him to do that, Alec’s never been their official leader or had the chance to make these hunters completely his.

It’s with a snarl and the determination of spite in his heart — because what was the point of any of this? Of denying himself and Magnus even a moment of anything if this is the way things end — and Alec spits his blood and saliva onto the ground.

It’s grueling work.

Alec was already tired from patrol and the mess with Meliorn when they dragged him to a cell and pronounced him a traitor. There’s been no soul sword and no trial. They want an example and they’re not afraid to use Alec as one.

Where once, Alec would have assumed he had the protection and privilege of the Lightwood name, he knows now that none of it is true. He’s protected himself and his siblings by his own merits, despite their name, all of these years.

So, Alec reaches deep within himself and calls forward the blood magic that every nephilim is told about but rarely any ever attempt.

It’s a brutal, vicious magic that can turn even the simplest of magical desires into an onslaught of eldritch curses.

Alec uses the blood from his split lip and cut cheek and paints a series of runes before placing his hand down and willing it to activate.

His fingers shatter from the pressure he’s using t push down at the same time the array activates and Alec smiles in satisfaction, copper thick on his tongue.

—

“The Silent Brothers have been summoned and so will remain, especially for a trial we were not notified of.”

“Because this isn’t a trial.” Alec rasps out, “I’ve been asked no questions and offered no recourse. I request two things of the Silent Brothers, one of each.”

“Your requests?”

“I declare a broken oath between parabatai. I wish to let the angel judge my parabatai and I’s bond, not the clave.”

Alec isn’t going to fight his deruning, he can’t.

But he’s not going to let the clave strip away his bond, the angel himself can do that.

“The second request?”

“After the first is finished.” Alec says firmly, not about to let them know that his request depends on how the ritual goes.

“Very well. You will need a warlock to maintain your vitals.”

Alec hates to do it, but there isn’t a warlock who he trusts more than Magnus and Alec is very tired of being betrayed.

—

“What is going on?” Magnus asks tightly, because the Institute is full of strange nephilim and there isn’t a single one he recognizes. Which normally isn’t strange, except it wasn’t like this even a week ago.

“You’ve been requested to monitor and maintain the vitals of the nephilim, Alexander Gideon Lightwood, during a ritual.” The Silent Brother escorting him informs him with their invasive way of communication.

Magnus freezes, because this sounds dangerously close to the idea that he’ll be holding Alexander’s life in his hands.

“And he knows I am the warlock working with him?”

“You are the only warlock he would agree to work with.”

Magnus wonders at what that means and curses the flare of hope in his chest. As he enters the room he frowns, noticing it’s heavily guarded by what are clearly clave guards.

They sneer as he passes and Magnus lets his glamour drop, smirking as they flinch from him. The cell-like quality of the room means he’s not prepared for Alexander when he enters, though he should be.

Alexander looks exhausted and worse than Magnus has ever seen him, and his eyes are dull. There’s a small spark, the softening of Alexander’s gaze on him. When their eyes meet there is wonder and curiosity for a brief heartbeat before Magnus’ glamour goes back up and Alexander’s eyes drop to the floor.

“Well, this is not how I imagined seeing you again.” Magnus says, trying to soften his words but he’s surprised, and he can’t help it and the hope makes him coy. “In my dreams, I imagined crashing your wedding. Not being summoned here to keep you alive.”

Alexander lets out a hoarse, defeated laugh and shakes his head. “There’s not going to be a wedding to crash, Magnus. I’m being deruned for treason. If I’m alive in a week, it’ll be considered impressive.”

Magnus feels his heart crack with the icy hands that have suddenly grabbed it.

“Tell me, everything, Alexander. Now.”

Alec sends him a weary, hopeless gaze and then shrugs, his hoarse voice forming words that tear into Magnus’ cracking heart.

—

Alec recites the words of his oath, the one that will allow Raziel to judge the bonds of his and Jace’s soul.

If he’s to lose this, then he’s going to do it by his own choice.

He expects the pain, when it comes, but it’s more excruciating than he thought it would be.

The part of Jace’s soul that is melded with his own is burrowed tightly. It writhes and tugs and fights leaving, and Alec is too tired to do anything but accept the pain and the struggle. He doesn’t even have the energy to fight for himself, he certainly doesn’t have the energy to fight for Jace one last time.

Instead, he lets him go and wonders, whose soul will be returned to who.

—

Magnus has never seen such a gruesome, intimate ritual in all of his life, and it galls him at how many are watching it. He’s keeping Alexander’s heart beating only through the strength of his magic, or Alexander would be lifeless on the flat table they’ve laid him on. There is nothing to comfort him or ease him from the cold marble and Magnus seethes that he wasn’t allowed to add any kind of magical cushioning.

It’s as if they want Alexander to feel the most discomfort possible.

He can see it in Alexander’s eyes, the surprise and confusion of waking up and it breaks apart the walls he tried so hard to hastily rebuild.

Alexander didn’t expect to wake up and Magnus was the only one he trusted to make sure that if he did die, he was properly taken care of. Death is an intimate affair for shadowhunters, and Magnus knows the honor he’s been given, but every part of this except keeping Alexander alive feels like a curse.

Because what could have happened in the mere days since they last talked and saw each other, to send Alexander spiraling so low? When he was so proud in his own misguided beliefs the last time they saw each other.

“His soul and bond have been judged. Alexander Lightwood’s soul has been returned to him; he has not broken the oath of his bond.”

Alexander doesn’t look pleased by the pronouncement, if anything the distress and grief grow before they’re hidden away. It’s then that Magnus realizes, while there are a variety of important shadowhunters, there isn’t a single person there connected to Alexander.

“Is family not allowed?” He asks casually, smirking at the Silent Brother, because all of their order know Magnus’ reputation enough that it’s better to indulge his curiosity.

“There was no family willing or available to come.” Is what he’s told instead of something like, ‘they’re not allowed’ and Magnus, Magnus itches with the urge to destroy something.

“And Alexander?”

Whatever information Magnus is about to learn, is interrupted by Alexander himself.

“My second request, to the Silent Brothers. To request the right of severance. A trial of law.”

Magnus is curious and he raises an eyebrow imperiously at the Silent Brother standing near him. Magnus hears the mental sigh before he’s told, “to request such a thing, means the clave has first betrayed the nephilim requesting it. There is no risk besides the soul sword knowing it is a lie and he is still due to be deruned. If he cuts himself from the clave, the clave cannot destroy first destroy him.”

“Does he need a magical aid?” Magnus asks without thinking, because of course he wants to help Alexander get away from the people doing this to him.

“Only comfort, when the strength of his own will finally fails him.”

Magnus wonders what that means but he has no further interest in what is being said and he takes the five steps that separate him and Alexander.

“What will happen, when you succeed in the next ritual?”

“I might fail.”

“You won’t.” Magnus assures him, his fingers light as he boldly places his hand on Alexander’s shoulder. Alexander stiffens for a moment and Magnus almost moves, before Alexander visibly relaxes and leans even closer.

“I’ll be allowed to leave the clave, though I doubt any Institute will take me. I wouldn’t trust them either, not anymore.” It’s a bitter thing for Alexander to admit and Magnus can tell. “I’ll still have my runes; I won’t be hunted. I can hide in the edges of the mundane world if I need to. I’m sure Night Markets have some use for what I can hunt.”

Magnus tsks and tightens his grip on Alexander’s shoulder and sends a soothing, warming pulse through Alexander’s muscles. His shadowhunter has been shivering since the ritual and not a single shadowhunter has offered him a blanket.

This entire time he’s been dressed in thin clothes, the kind nephilim are buried in, as if his fate is already decided on. Magnus is going to burn the horrendously white shirt and pants Alexander is wearing and never let him wear the color again.

After Alexander agrees… of course.

—

Alexander’s voice is low, but strong as he speaks his truth upon the soul sword. It carries across the room as he grips the soul sword and speaks. He looks at no one but Magnus as he talks, repeating line for line the various laws the clave have broken in his case. Even Imogen looks a little pale when he’s done, as if hearing the truth of her own crimes is worse the committing them.

Alexander seems stunned when he’s finished.

As if he didn’t really think it would work, as if he thought he might actually be in the wrong and Magnus heart breaks.

“Alexander—” Magnus murmurs as he walks towards him, for his shadowhunter’s eyes haven’t once looked away from Magnus’ unglamoured ones. His dark eyes are weary as he watches Magnus, there’s no satisfaction in having one.

Hazel eyes widen in shock as Alexander watches Magnus reach out and wrap his fingers around the hilt of the soul sword.

“None of it has ever been a game. I would cherish you, darling. Far more than the clave, your family, your parabatai or even your exalted angel, Raziel.” The sword doesn’t stop him from speaking, because it isn’t a lie. Raziel cares little for the race he created and what Magnus is starting to feel for Alexander can’t be matched even by a divine being.

Let alone the petty, hateful mortals that have brutalized Alexander’s heart and soul so badly.

“What if you get tired?” Alexander asks and Magnus knows he’s too worn to voice the ‘of me’ aloud.

“I will keep you for every moment of your life.” Magnus tells him, swearing upon an angelic relic that croons temptingly to the corrupted blood in Magnus. “I will never throw you from me. Or give up on you. Whatever exists between us, it can grow to whatever we let it and no matter what that is, I will never abandon you. You, just you, would be enough, Alexander.”

Alexander wraps his trembling arms around Magnus and nods, “then take me away. Please, Magnus. From all of it.”

Magnus smirks at the one Silent Brother who never approached him and Jem nods in return. If his friend hadn’t told him about the properties of the soul sword in detail, this never would have worked. However, Jem isn’t afraid to toe the line of nephilim law and Magnus has never seen him so enraged as he was when he pressed against Magnus’ mind in secrecy earlier.

The clave cannot refute Magnus’ words, not when sworn on the soul sword or witnessed by two Silent Brothers and that means that this is binding.

The clave no longer has any say or power over Alexander, only Magnus does.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #the bonds i'd break #deruned alec au

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youngpettyqueen · 8 months

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I could use a distraction too tbh so if you're in the mood for it: something with Charles and Hawkeye and hurt/comfort with either of them experiencing some non-dangerous pain (hangover, migraine, muscle cramp etc etc whatever sparks joy)

yesssssssss

Hawkeye woke up with a migraine. This isn't a common occurrence, but it's also not unheard of. His usual solution is to get a shot of morphine into himself as quickly as possible and hope for the best, but today it seems to have hit with all the speed and force of a truck on a highway, rendering him very nearly immobilized with pain.

Charles ended up getting him the shot. He's not a monster, of course he was going to help. He's also not unsympathetic to Hawkeye's plight, having suffered a few migraines himself when he first transferred here.

(He also just hates seeing Hawkeye in pain, not that he'd ever admit to that.)

So, he gave him the shot. Promised to check on him later, and thought that was the end of it. This was foolish, apparently, because before he could move away, Hawkeye had him by the sleeve. And, well, he couldn't exactly yank him down, but he did tug on his sleeve. Very pathetically and very insistently.

"Stay." Was all he managed to say.

So if anybody asks, Charles will be telling them Hawkeye strong-armed him into the cot.

He's lying on his side, and Hawkeye's tucked up against him with his face buried deep in his chest. Charles has managed to get the blanket over both of them, and he's maneuvered his robe to cover Hawkeye's face, offering him some more shelter from the daylight. Hawkeye's arms are wrapped loosely around his neck and he's got one arm around him in return, though with the other he's holding a book. One of Hawkeye's, the first non-pornographic book he found within reach. Some sort of detective noir.

It's not particularly entertaining. But it's better than nothing.

They've been here for about 20 minutes. Fortune has been kind in that it's a quiet day, no wounded expected. BJ had stopped by after breakfast to see what was keeping his tentmates, and had a grand old time very quietly teasing Charles while Hawkeye apparently slept right through it. BJ did, however, promise to keep Potter out of their hair, so he didn't hold a grudge.

Charles is skimming a passage that's going into far too much detail about legs, of all things, when Hawkeye stirs for the first time. He pauses in his reading, glancing down at his sleeping companion.

"How's your head?" He asks quietly.

"Splitting." Hawkeye replies, miserable and muffled.

Charles frowns. "I can't give you more morphine," He tells him, "Not yet, anyways. Do you want water?"

Hawkeye's arms tighten around him. "Don't go," He groans, "Don't... don't go."

Charles sighs quietly. "Alright," He agrees, easier than he's ever agreed to anything, "Go back to sleep. It'll help." He advises.

"Can't," Hawkeye mumbles, "Hurts too much."

Charles lowers the book. "You haven't slept at all?" He questions. Hawkeye makes a weak affirming sound, and he lowers his book, "You've never had one this bad before. Maybe I ought to take you to post-OP." He muses.

Hawkeye's arms tighten even more. "No," He protests, "Post-OP's... bad. Too bright."

Charles can't really argue with that. Still, he doesn't like the idea of just lying here doing nothing while Hawkeye's sleepless in agony. "I'm going to try something," He tells him, "If it doesn't work, I'm taking you to post-OP. You can wear sunglasses."

"I'll throw up on you." Hawkeye warns, though he sounds like he may be threatening him.

"You can certainly try." Charles replies, unbothered. He puts the book down and brings his hand over, slides his fingers into Hawkeye's hair and cradles the back of his head. He knows where Hawkeye holds his tension, can feel the stressed line of his neck, the rigid, hunched shape of his shoulder riding up to bump into his wrist. He presses in firmly, moving his fingers in slow, steady circles.

The reaction is immediate. Hawkeye groans again, louder, though this time the relief is obvious. He sinks into Charles, tension melting off of him as he practically liquefies. His shoulders sink a tick, his hold loosening slightly as he just... lets go.

Charles scratches into his hair, keeping the pressure steady. "Better?" He asks.

Hawkeye just groans again in response. Like an old cat purring away. He squeezes tighter again, but this time his shoulders don't hitch up so much.

Charles can feel the harsh line of his neck giving way bit by bit under his hand. So, he keeps going. Hawkeye stills completely after a few minutes, and still he doesn't stop.

(If he ends up dozing off with his hand still in Hawkeye's hair, well... that's his business.)

#mash #fic bitching #shorts #charles winchester #hawkeye pierce #otp: and their sons #anon I hope this was a lovely distraction for you cause it sure was to me #inspired by the fact ive had many headaches lately #giving Hawkeye what I wish I had #this was lovely to write ty for the request!

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loonyrose · 7 months

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thoughts on Ahsoka ep8

Spoilers!!! You've been warned!!!

Morgan being given "the gift of shadows" by the night sisters was so cool. And then her getting mother talzin's blade thing!!

Kanan reference!! A more in depth one this time!! I was already crying by this part 😭

And Ahsoka talks about Anakin so much in this show I'm not well. Ahsoka and Ezra holding up the ship with the force was epic btw.

"For Dathomir". Chills.

I love how thrawn is so scared of anakin and anyone trained by him in this show it's an awesome reference.

I knew the night sisters were reanimating some of the troopers with magic! I knew it!

No no guys don't split up please haven't you learned your lesson

Sabine using the force properly for the first time in the same way as Luke >>>

Didn't expect Sabine to stay behind and help Ahsoka, honestly. But now I see that it was the same choice she had to make earlier. First it was either leave behind Ezra, or risk releasing thrawn back into the galaxy, and this time it was help Ezra defeat thrawn, or save her master and friend. Sabine still can't let go of the people close to her, even when it has terrible consequences.

"one wonders, just how similar you might become" anyone else been picking up a bit of dark-side indulging Ahsoka vibe in this show? She definitely channeled the dark side during her fight with baylan on seatos, and she sith eyes for a moment in the world between worlds (which is more likely symbolizing the dark side in her of course).

Also thrawn calling Ahsoka a ronin!! Can we all just say ronin or Jedi ronin now instead of grey Jedi it's so much cooler.

Sabine and Ahsoka literally swapped places with Ezra omg 🥲 but now they're friends with snail turtles now yay ig

I really do feel bad for shin at this point tbh. Whatever path she's on now isn't good for her or anyone else, she needs her master back.

The statues of the mortis gods!!! I literally screamed when I saw them!!! I wonder if the fact that the sisters head fell off and it's the most damaged statue has to do with anything? And I think Baylan standing on the father statue really symbolizes that he isn't partial to the light or dark side, he's fairly balanced. Also I really have no idea where his character is going, he's too mysterious and the actings too good. RIP Ray Stevenson.

EZRA IS BACK! FOR REAL HE WAS ON HOME ONE! I love how chop immediately knew it was him. "Is it you? Is it you Ezra?" 😭 and also DAMNIT DAVE WHY'D YOU HAVE TO CUT THE SHOT THEY WERE ABOUT TO HUG

I can't wait for Ezra to find out about jacen! I really hope jacen doesn't go to Luke's academy that would not end well.

"thrawn got away"

"and thanks to you, Ezra got home"

NOBODY TALK TO ME IM HAVING A BREAKDOWN

Sabine sensing her force grandpa. Grandfather in training? What exactly are we calling this?

His smile. HIS SMILE. IM SO HAPPY.

UNFORTUNATELY no zeb Kallus or rex, but hey we still have season two perhaps?

#Also I didn't mention but morai the owl being in the end #We're one step closer to Ahsoka becoming the embodiment of the light side officially #Ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #sabine wren #ezra bridger #grand admiral thrawn #Anakin Skywalker

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babybammargera · 2 years

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Things bf Bam does for the sole purpose of annoying you.

He'll get bored if you take naps without him.

So he'll probably let you sleep for a little bit.

But then he'll probably yank you out of bed of jump on you.

On the other hand he's awful when it come to waking him up so those are your only options to get him out of bed.

Hes always mocking you when you get onto him about anything. So you'll have to eventually result to "Damn it Brandon listen to me"

But arguments aren't usually serious.

Pranks. So many pranks.

Like he pranks you as much as he pranks the guys and sometimes worse.

He's tried to get you with the clipper pranks (luckily April stopped him)

Fireworks in the most inconvenient times and places.

Silly string attacks while you're trying to get ready.

Or throwing you in the pool if he gets the chance.

And as I've said before he's the type of bf to straight bodyslam you onto whatever (bed couch beanbag chair etc) is closest to you.

Will 100% chase you around with spiders.

Taking a shower? Yeah he's turned on the cold water on you.

Locked a skunk in your car one time. (Honestly tho it was probably more Novaks idea tho bc Bam drives your car more than you do)

Probably trashed your room during the prank war.

But felt bad bc how you reacted and spent the day with Ryan Raab and Dico cleaning it up

Will whine till you agree to go with him to set or the skate park.

Whines even more If you didn't see him land his "fucking rad" trick.

"BABE THAT WAS SO SICK DID YOU SEE THAT?" cue whiney Bambi when you say you didn't.

If you're eating so is he. Even if you've already split your food with one of the others.

He won't get his own food or snack tho.

"Bam seriously get your hands off my food I just got that. Go get your own."

"Why would I? you've got food right here. And you're already sharing with Dico anyway its only fair."

Sleepy Bam after shoots/filming days insists on having all of your attention even if you were on set right along with him.

Like will make you sit or lay with him for the sole purpose of sprawling out on top of you and telling you all about whatever he's currently hyperfixated on.

He watches the same 5 movies on repeat.

Also can't sit still for the life of him.

And can't keep up with anything either.

So your bag has more of bams (and his friends if it's a group outing) belongings in it than your own.

His keys. A spare pair of his bitchy sunglasses. A beanie. His lighter and cigs. Some random stuff of Ry's too.

Probably more than that tbh.

He gets so hype and wild listening to music.

So never expect peace during a short car ride.

Can't ask him to hold your drink anywhere bc he'll forget and drink it.

Honestly I could go on and on for days but I'll keep it short.

#jackass #bam margera #viva la bam #cky #brandon margera #bam margera hcs #bam margera imagine #bam margera x reader #bam #bam margera brainrot #jackass boys #jackass fanfic #jackass fic #jackass headcanons #jackass imagine #jackass x reader #bammy writes

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mishkakagehishka · 1 year

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i was gonna do this a while back, but then uni absolutely OBLITERATED my ass so i forgor. anyway. zombie voicelines separated into "who hasn't and who has been bitten by that point" and then the "hasn't" separated into who i believe wouldn't survive a zombie apocalypse and who i believe would + some details. with my sources being "me and the fact that i had a TWD phase"

As of the voicelines Bitten (lol losers):

Jun

Mika

Niki

Kaoru

Natsume

Not bitten (and would they survive in my esteemed opinion):

Wataru (I believe he could live solo and survive long enough, but his penchant for drama? The theatrics? He's dying, but he's dying happily and he will be remembered)

Tori (No. I don't believe rich kids are capable of surviving zombie apocalypses)

Yuzuru (He survives just fine tbh, even if he keeps Tori by his side (and he will), he'll manage)

Hokuto (tried to use garlic against zombies. No.)

Subaru (Split, I think he'd get killed by opportunistic humans, though)

Makoto (Mm. Nah. He probably gets bitten)

Mao (Probably dies from an infection he didn't have the tools to treat)

Chiaki (Has the most difficult time, but probably dies because he's just too terrified of going outside, either he gets cornered, killed by bandits, or dies from illness/malnutrition)

Kanata (I believe in him)

Tetora (Has too much "I need to prove myself" energy, not the most survival-esque quality)

Midori (... He lives a good while, but probably gets bitten later down the road)

Shinobu (I believe in him)

Hiiro (There is no doubt in my mind that Hiiro has the skills and intelligence needed to survive a zombie apocalypse. He pulls all his friends along with him and manages to build their own little community. While everyone else is still scavenging from abandoned homes, these bitches have a whole farm on their hands)

Aira (On his own? No. But Hiiro won't let him die)

Mayoi (He would, I know he'd be fine)

Tatsumi (fucked leg, he wouldn't make it far on his own, but, similarly to Aira, Hiiro would drag him along)

Nagisa (Unsure. He strikes me as someone who'd do fine enough, but might get taken advantage of and left for dead)

Hiyori (I don't believe rich kids could survive a zombie apocalypse pt2)

Shu (lol. lmao even)

Hinata (Yeah, I think the twins would actually do just fine on their own...

Yuta ... they'd have eachother's support and work fine as a team, yet they would never betray one another. The fact that they would overly rely on one another might kill them in the end, esp if one ends up dying, but otherwise, they could live to see society be rebuilt)

Rinne (similarly to Hiiro, I wanna say he'd do more than fine given his intellect and skills, HOWEVER. in his line he did make a bet that he could go through a whole horde of them without getting hurt. Risk taker. It could kill an otherwise perfect zombie apocalypse buddy)

HiMERU (He could do fine, but he might stick to being solo. Which means he might also just end up dead because of something as minor as a sprained ankle)

Kohaku (I believe in him)

Rei (Listen. I wanna say Rei could, but. I don't think he would. He'd last a few years, but that's it)

Koga (Nah)

Adonis (I believe in him)

Tomoya (I feel like he'd survive a good few months, probably far longer than expected. Actually, maybe a few years, but if he's in a capable group)

Nazuna (Probably dies of an infection)

Hajime (If anyone has the guts and spunk for it, it'd be Hajime.)

Keito (He might make it a few months, and then dies to an unlucky bite)

Kuro (Absolutely)

Souma (Yeah, honestly, he'd be fine)

Tsukasa (Rich kid etc etc)

Leo (He could, but he gets in way too many close calls)

Izumi (Definitely not)

Ritsu (Nah)

Arashi (I wanna say I believe in her, but :/ maybe if she's in a good group, she won't make it solo, though)

Tsumugi (I give him two weeks, tops)

Sora (I'd say he can do it)

Madara (Yeah, he's pretty Machiavellian, which works in a zombie apocalypse)

I have no idea, brother:

Eichi

Ibara

Mitsuru

#fuck it main tag #ensemble stars

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bonesandthebees · 10 months

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10, 23, and 29 for the ask game!

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10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I mean. I definitely didn't start clinic thinking it would become one of the most kudos'd fics on all of ao3. but also that's a cop out answer lmao so uhhh tbh I'm surprised by how many people enjoy glass divine? this also goes for the og version of that fic, someone else's dream. I really didn't think a concept as niche as that would get people interested, but we broke 100k hits with glass like just last week!! it's wild to me that people are still reading my silly fics after so long, especially with something like glass which is, again, very niche. everything from the narration style to the au setting to the themes it deals with were all things I knew would appeal to at least a small number of people, but I definitely didn't think I'd still be hitting numbers like this, so thank you guys it means so much to me <33

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

I mean I plot my multi chapters out chapter by chapter, so I have a list of bullet points I need to hit in every one and once I've hit them all then I can be done. but if we're talking about my 'shorter' fics (like honey and tangerines, nocturnal animals, and anything else under those word counts) I actually don't separate my outlines chapter by chapter with those so splitting chapters becomes a bit trickier. it's mostly by vibes, but word count also plays a huge role. my standard minimum for a chapter is 5k words, although rarely I might break this and post a 4k chapter if I really can't find another way. so once I hit 5k i'm golden, and from there I try not to let the chapter be more than 10k words, but again it's flexible if I need to switch things up a bit

so that combined with "do I think this is a good pausing point in the story" helps me decide where to split things

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

already answered this one but I'll give you guys another snippet from an abandoned fic :)

ask game!

#ask game #daisy anon #ty for these!!

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bunny-hoodlum · 1 year

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☆ Share 3 fun facts about you, then pass this to three of your mutuals! ☆

Wow, I've been tagged four times! @alexis513, @littlemonstert-blog, @mrs-messy and @mysummerchoi, thanks for tagging me. :3

@mysummerchoi, I feel the exact same way. 😭 Plus, I'm not used to supplying info about myself when asked, haha. That stuff always evaporates from my head. ( . _ . )

I might have maybe almost died when I was three or four? Just kidding, but my mom thinks so. It was a day at a Californian beach, I was buried up to my neck in the sand for a picture and I guess they buried me too close to the water, so when a wave washed over me, they completely lost me in the sand, like either I sunk in deeper or sand washed over my head. My uncle just scooped me out like shwoop! lol. Without a picture, I won't know if it was a bad as they thought it was.

I can be clumsy and hurt myself and for whatever reason I never get scared or feel pain with this happens. Sometimes it feels predictable or like it's happening in slo-mo and I just go 'damn' before it happens. Like, at my old job working warehouse, I tripped on my ankle I think? And I just neatly fell forward like a feather, like I just knew not to resist or I'd hurt myself more. Try to imagine a lego man but with bendable knees. Now picture how you would use that lego man in a stop-motion film. It was like that. And it was so weird too that I thought it was funny. Sometimes when I derp and hurt myself it is actually pretty damn funny, but if it happens too often I get severely frustrated and devolve into a 5-year-old. Another time we got rear-ended twice near the offramp to Santa Barbara, and before the second impact, I just relaxed expecting it -- cuz you know, shitty drunk drivers survive because they literally can't tense up or do something worse like move to look behind them (you will hurt your neck doing that) -- But… But..! Try to get my attention when I can't see you, I freak the fuck out. This was probably more than one thing, but I think it's all related to each other lol.

Maybe this is too personal, but I always find psychology and whatnot very interesting, so from that perspective I'll share this bit of dumbassery: My attachment style has improved but is still pretty damn fucky. I just recently remembered how I had a crush on this boy in middle school (our middle school had 3 separate schools attached, so only time you could mingle with students from another jr high was after school clubs and we met in art club and bonded over FLCL), and I didn't know I liked him until the following year, but then I couldn't do anything about it because he was already dating someone else, a witty Korean-American girl (and I also had a complex about not being Asian enough). Time skip three years and he's finally a freshman, so I get to see him again. (We were same age but he had to start school late). I ask if he's still with her (because I still got some feels leftover) and he said she moved to Canada and had a girlfriend. And fuck if I know why cuz... I don't. My initial reaction wasn't 'Oh goody, I get to try again!'. No. I thought 'She's bi?! Why didn't she have a crush on me?!', like in that split second I wanted to be HER girlfriend instead of this other person. How dare this totally cooler than me girl that grabbed my crush find her own super cool girl to be with, like, first I'm not good enough for him, now I'm not good enough for her, I can't even begin to imagine how cool her Canadian GF must be, blah blah blah, she must be unsurpassably cool because she was chosen by someone also unfathomably cool and that's just how that shit works, blah blah blah-- sigh. The silent screams of my pathological need to be important, everyone. And that is why I will no longer do vent posts, because I feel super ashamed whenever I get validated for my bullshit. ; u ;

Haaa, alright, pick three mutuals. Hm. Feels like everyone got tagged tbh... @peppercornpress @char-lotteral aaaand @spaciousignatius 💖

#tag game #I am le cringe #🙃#Is 3 somehow an example of pakikisama or pakikibagay? Or was I just BPD af?

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chaoticrokiroki · 1 year

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i LOVE todojirou but you know who also deserves the world? momo. u know who's got two hands? that's right all three of them. this could just be called class 1A vs compulsory heterosexuality tbh

it's very confusing for their class, at first. momo and todoroki were pretty much treated as "inevitable" since second year, just like uraraka and deku or jirou and kaminari. that doesn't mean they were right, of course, just that everyone seemed to be expecting it in some way or another.

so, when they started spending time together no one was really surprised. and jirou's presence was, more often than not, seen as either emotional support (because momo was still not as confident as she ought to be but who was really? they were teenagers still) or just an unfortunate third wheel.

it didn't occur to them, to wonder about the way todoroki seemed to be going out of his way to hang out just as much with jirou as he was with momo - or that jirou had been splitting her time equally with both of them.

not untill it wasn't so much todoroki-and-momo or momo-and-jirou but todoroki-momo-jirou. all the time.

there's pushback, of course. there always is whenever something doesn't fit with the norm. whenever there's something that people don't quite understand (it scares them, always. and from fear comes anger, inevitably.)

by their third year, the class has somewhat adapted to compensate for it. a sort of shield, whenever it gets to be too much. when not even their incredibly strong classmates can put up with anymore of the world looking in and demanding answers (when kyouka's tired and retreats into herself and doesn't respond to anyone but them, when shouto goes impossibly quieter and holds both of their hands in his trembling ones, when momo's mad and miserable and refuses to let either of them out of her sight.) it's not enought, sometimes. their friends hurt, and all the support they can give falls short every once in a while. it's not their fault, its just how it works.

just how it works when youre a hero, especially. and you give so much of your life to complete strangers, devote yourself to them.

only for them to spit that devotion back into your face - to look at you and declare that you're wrong and weird and don't belong. only for them to look at your entwined hands and scream at the top of their lungs that it's disgusting.

some days, all the support you can get isn't enough to counter that kind of hurt.

but they make do.

they pick themselves up. they stand up and reach for each other through all that hatred and they move on. their friends help, certainly, but its their job in the end - to get better, to want to get better. theyre stubborn, all three of them. momo's the voice of reason more often than not but she's just as bullheaded when it comes to the people she loves. so. theyre stubborn and determined and harsh, sometimes. they need to be to face everything head on.

but what really makes them stand up every single time is the softness that comes with it.

the warm cups of tea momo pushes in their hands and the blankets piling up and how she always looks for them first when entering a room - the way she takes care of them and lets them take care of her in return even if she's not used to it. even if it felt like being selfish at first. all that trust between them that's chanting let go let go let go, let us have you now.

and the endless playlists and jirou humming their favourite songs just to make them smile - the way she's loud about being there, about being part of them, and them answering every time with stilted, off beat lyrics, i hear you i hear you i hear you, we wouldn't sound half as lovely without you.

in sleepy mumbles and cuddles and the way shouto tries his best every single day to make them happy - the part of him that believes he's got to earn that love and the way it shrinks, over time, gets lost under all of the parts that echo love you love you love you, we're here you're never alone.

it's worth it - for a chance to wake and rest and live side by side. worth shouldering all that pain a million times over, for each other.

#bnha #mha #shouto todoroki #momo yaoyorozu #jirou kyouka #todomomojirou #todomomo #todojirou #momojirou #i love them so much #they deserve the world #everything hurts and everything is beautiful #bnha rarepair #mha rarepair #this works both ways btw #it can be “everyone expects todomomo jirou's a surprise”#or “everyone expects momojirou shouto's a surprise”#dunno where the angst came from #but it felt right

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lovecolibri · 1 year

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I love Buddie and remain hopeful about it all. But realistically I know the best we’re likely to get is an ambiguous open ending for them with both of them technically single. Maybe if we’re lucky, some sort of textual confirmation that they’re each the most important adult in the other’s life, but in the cop-out way where it’s “up to the audience’s interpretation.”

Season 6 has just wasted a lot of time, especially now that we know that they were teetering on the edge of cancellation and likely knew that for a while now. I understand hedging to some extent in hopes of not getting cancelled or being able to shop it out to other networks. But if you know the end is coming why waste so much time? Certain storylines are oddly truncated, and others are irritatingly drawn out for no discernible reason, and tbh there is very little irrefutable evidence for Buddie happening soon or ever. They’re splitting the difference by using symbols and details that the casual viewer is never going to notice or care about to keep a part of the fandom engaged.

I don’t expect them to directly contradict it either, the fan backlash would be annoying and while Buddie fans probably don’t make up anything close to an majority of the audience, they clearly need to be concerned about alienating any portion given the falling ratings and the (likely temporary) stay of execution.

So yeah despite initially getting caught up in the “this is going to be our year” hype, S6- despite its good moments- has actually done a lot to convince me that the studio and production team don’t actually want to commit either way. So yeah, hope lives on as always, but heavily tempered by a dose of harsh realism.

Oh guuuuurl (gn) I should have gotten to this before the finale because 😬😬😬 We didn't even get the grace of an open or even mildly ambiguous ending! They said "we been knew since before October and this is still exactly what we wanted to happen with everyone doing a whole lot of nothing and also, fuck Buddie as of the last 2 minutes of the show forever, these men are in love with *checks smudged writing on hand* Marisa and Natasha who you don't need to know anything about except that they are WOMEN."

Like DAMN ABC has some damage control to do, not even just with regards to Buddie but NO ONE was happy with that finale because a lot of them got tired of Buck by midseason and nothing in 6b helped that, so losing out on firefam stuff to wrap up his 75 plotlines didn't go over well, and the pacing was all over the place, no consequences for anyone after nearly dying and being seriously injured, and a complete reversal of any character growth for Buck or Eddie by throwing them with characters no one knows or cares about or, in Natalia's case, wanted to see any more of because their interactions were SO CRINGE every single time. It's season 4 all over again. Let's hope the network change can bring about some other positive changes because even outside the Buddie of it all, I need more for everyone else, I need better pacing, I need better emergencies, and I need the show to use it's time wisely.

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #911 spoilers #buddie #folger's girl #buck's theme of the week love interest #let's hear it for marisa and natasha or whoever tf those people were. who knows? not the audience OR buck and eddie that's for sure

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wisheswagered · 6 months

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GOD I'M SORRY THIS POST IS LATE BUT ANYWAY!! AOM PART 2!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

basically i don't want to give my full thoughts until the 9th, when the second part of the event comes out. that's mostly why i haven't posted anything, because i feel like there's a lot of setup in this part, but for most of the actual answers we'll have to wait until part two.

BUT LET ME RAMBLE ABOUT FREDERICK ANYWAY god the gun cane, firstly, is the coolest shit i've ever seen. but also SO MANY LORE HINTS i didn't realize how starved i'd been for information on my boy until the moment i played the event!! i'm so curious about why frederick wants blue hope - is it to gain back his position in the family? or for some other reason? and I really want to know how he felt about Mary as well.

he snaps at orpheus, saying that people "don't care about mary", being only interested in the jewel... despite looking for it himself, which I thought was interesting. to me, the fact that he snapped like that at all indicates that either he does genuinely care about her on some level, OR that he feels guilty about the fact that he's looking for the jewel, too. he didn't need to say that, after all.

but honestly i'd enjoy both the idea that he does really care about her, or that he doesn't/didn't, but came to regret that on some level after her death/comes to regret it later in my headcanons, lol. he mentions how she was "in childhood" which to me makes it seem like they grew up together... I've also read a theory that due to his mention that she likes "praise, jewellery and horses" the most, but mary's body wasn't buried with the jewel like he thought, he doesn't truly understand her as a person. which is a neat theory too, i think, especially since again i can play on that in rp and have him come to regret it later.

BUT TBH WE NEED ANSWERS like the second part of the event has the potential to change everything, so!! I know i've only talked about frederick cause my bias is real but EVERYONE ELSE WAS GREAT TOO BTW, especially orpheus and alice!! I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THOSE TWO GODDDDDD PLEASE GIVE US ANSWERS PART 2..................

anyway, mutuals, you are welcome to jump into my ims and ramble about aom if you'd like!! i'll probably be much more active after the 9th though, since I wasn't expecting the event to be split into two parts, and my brain is now mostly in "wait until part 2 and THEN go apeshit" mode, afjdshfkhdskjs

#ooc #aom spoilers //#also is frederick actually bq's identity switch. oh my god. PLEASE #i feel like he might've been the one chasing alice and i'm AAAAAAAAAAAAAA about it #maybe bq represents like; a combination of all the different ''mary's''/people who've been seen as mary; like a combo of frederick and #the original mary kreiburg...#idk. but either way i am very excited.

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for good and for bad for laika 🥰

OC ASKS: RELATIONSHIP EDITION

For Good: Is there anyone in your OC's life who had an undeniable positive impact on who they are as a person? How did knowing this person improve your OC's life?

The specific person is dependent upon the setting, but in both her source material and BG3verse it’s someone from among her companions. In her original campaign I’d say the people who had the most impact were her best friend, her son, and her love interest… her son (his name is Duke) might be the most straightforward to explain. He started out as a teenager that she saved in a kind of split second decision (it was either him or his mentor and she didn't really know either of them, I think about that moment all the time and how if she had saved his mentor instead her character arc would have been so different) who, because of this, started to look up to her and idolize her and she was like oh no I have to be responsible for this child now. That made her start to question all her past decisions because she saw a lot of herself in Duke and didn’t want him to make the same bad choices that she had, so she had to confront her own mistakes and who she had become. It was an eye opener in thinking about how she affected other people and how actually she does care about them. Eventually at the end of the campaign she formally adopted him and he is her best and only child and she loves him very much and she is very proud of him.

Her interactions with her best friend (Lunaris) and her love interest (Zatlaft) were similar in that kind of learning to care about other people way. She’s experiencing feelings for the first time since she was sixteen, you remember feelings, right? Zatlaft was the first person she’s ever been in love with beyond infatuation (and now they are MARRIEDDDD) and Lunaris is the closest friend she’s had in 20 years. That’s all very scary to her but love is beautiful!

BG3 spoilers below this point!

In BG3verse her journey is similar: she comes to know these people that she’s traveling with and through caring for them she finds herself caring for the world again and becoming less selfish. I should write up a list of all her dynamics with everyone but special mention goes to Astarion for being like “You did all that to help free me and recognized who I am with all my faults and loved me anyway and now you’re just going to stand here and let him (Cthulhu, the Emperor, etc.) control you like Cazador controlled me? You expect me to stand by and watch while that happens to you? You’re going to let a bald guy speak to you like that?” as that is the real climax / turning point for Laika’s character, the rejection of power in favor of freedom. Lae’zel is also important because she’s the one who consistently challenges Laika and forces her to reconsider her opinions at the same time as Laika does the same for her. Laika’s character growth is primarily driven by self recognition through the other tbh.

For Bad: Is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your OC’s life? How did your OC deal with that change? Have they been able to move on?

I’ve written about it on here before but literally her patron lmao that’s just how it is when you’re a warlock. In general Laika is also attracted to (not necessarily in a sexual sense) / has a weakness for / is easily seduced by displays of great power, people in powerful positions whose influence she can siphon from, anyone with knowledge beyond what’s normal, but she hasn’t had too many encounters with people who take advantage of her without her knowing that and doing the same back to them. So it’s kind of like Laika is the one doing the evil things to others and not often the other way around (obviously those actions take a toll on her but they’re not the fault of her victims, it’s her problem) so honestly she’s more likely to be someone else’s “meeting you changed my life for the worst” person. But for Laika, it was Tuesday. Undeniably her patron is the person / being who has most changed her life for the worst, but unlike with people like Wyll who were given an impossible choice and gave themselves up for the greater good, it was kind of Laika’s fault in the first place that she went looking for forbidden knowledge and then got her entire village slaughtered. She knows this deep down but tries to deny it for a long time or justify their deaths by using her powers as much as possible. Once she’s finally free from her pact she’s able to kind of move on, but that’ll always hang over her.

It’s an interesting situation to bring both to BG3verse and to her original campaign because when we pick up with Laika here, she’s already done the worst thing she will ever do and is like past the point of thinking she can ever be a good or happy person again, and so basically everything she does is like “fuck around and find out” until there’s a slow dawning revelation that she doesn’t have to be defined by her worst moment or even if she is, she can still do something good for the world after.

#answered #globalfear #this is long as fuck soz... i love ha #bg3 spoilers #laika tag

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misswoozi · 1 year

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Nayeon was talking about she liked when people watched her have sex. Tzuyu really didn't get why anyone would enjoy just watching, so Nayeon invited her to try.

Tzuyu watched Nayeon ride one of the SVT members. She's not sure which one because she got bored and started scrolling on her phone.

She tried again, this time watching as Nayeon knelt on all fours and was fucked in the arse by one of the Day6 members. Again Tzuyu just lost interest.

Nayeon assured Tzuyu that if she didn't enjoy watching then that's fine, it's just not for her.

On a later date, Tzuyu walked into Nayeon's room expecting her to be alone. She wasn't. She was going to turn around and leave, but then she realised that the person whose face Nayeon was sitting on and that her pussy was getting eaten by, was Jihyo.

Tzuyu meant to leave. Her body didn't agree and took her to one of the seats in the room. She watched and struggled to not slip her hand into her jeans.

okay so this ask came in at like 5 this morning when I was sick and awake and looking for discourse and it unequivocally rocked my shit lmaoooo OP, I absolutely love this scenario, I think it's brilliant, it fits in EXACTLY with how I headcanon Nayeon, Tzuyu AND Jihyo ????? which is unbelievable because like HOW lmao I am just gonna put my own spin on this and fill in the blanks a little bit and we can discuss this for the rest of our respective lives

SO. a drunk Nayeon hanging out with Tzuyu + some non Twice friends and the topic of sex comes up the way it always seems to. Nayeon remarks in her offhand Nayeon-ish way that a friend watched her fuck some guy once and that she liked it. Tzuyu (also drunk and therefore... bolder) asks Nayeon about it later when they're alone. Nayeon smirks and,, remembering her strange little crush on Tzuyu,, says some cheeky shit like "if you're so curious, you can come over and watch next time."

AND TZUYU, BLESS HER HEART, CALLS HER BLUFF AND AGREES TO IT and that's how she ended up in the room when Nayeon rode Jeonghan. And Tzuyu can appreciate that they're both attractive but ehhh she doesn't really find herself Into It.

Just for shits and giggles (and because tbh Nayeon really liked it the first time), they try again, this time with Nayeon/Sungjin (one of the all-time great cross-ships and FWBs) And it's different because Nayeon/Jeonghan is different from Nayeon/Sungjin. but even watching Nayeon get fucked from behind by Sungjin (which Tzuyu admits she found at least slightly more interesting than Nayeon riding Jeonghan) doesn't really do anything for her.

She and Nayeon joke about it later and Nayeon teases her but then says "hey, no worries, it was fun, we don't have to talk about it again" and that's that.

Tzuyu actually forgets all about it for a few weeks. It's not until she ducks into Jihyo's room to grab something ((this is where our scenarios split apart JUST SLIGHTLY, OP)) and accidentally sees Jihyo + some random FWB that Tzuyu remembers the whole watching thing

I can't decide which scenario to go with but Tzuyu either sees Jihyo topping some pretty female partner with a strap OR Jihyo riding some fit male partner's face

EITHER WAY, Tzuyu feels now what she didn't feel either time with Nayeon and she very very unexpectedly finds herself fixated on Jihyo and very very very unexpectedly turned on. like no way in hell did she ever expect to find herself leaning on the door frame and watching Jiyho fuck someone/get fucked with her hand creeping towards her waistband. that was NOT on her agenda and she never ever saw it coming but 🤷🤷🤷 it's a big discovery for Tzuyu FOR SURE lmao

#thank you!!!#hall of fame #absolute legend #tzuyu smut #nayeon smut #twice smut #seventeen smut #day6 smut #jihyo smut #i need MORE bro #natzu smut

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whycantwegivellove · 8 months

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so i finally listened to rebecca london! the highlights for me were lauren, kara, and the orchestra for sure. the acting and singing in general was very good. the things i didn't like as much was how much was cut or changed. obviously i expected some changes to occur, but a lot of it just felt so different and many of the changes felt unnecessary (although idk what's going on behind the scenes so i'm sure they have their reasons). some of the translations and wording felt a bit awkward too. overall though i enjoyed it a lot and i really wish i could go see it live. my scene-by-scene reactions are under the cut :)

act 1

lauren’s voice is so pretty!! the orchestra is already slaying and we’re only on the first song.

mrs van hopper continues to slay lmao i laughed out loud

omg the transition from you will never be a lady to the zeit in einer flasche melody threw me offfff like where was petit dejeuner?? i hope the ensemble gets some good moments throughout the musical bc they were one of the most impressive parts when i saw it in vienna.

i hope someone will type up a full script of this bc i can’t understand what they are saying/singing sometimes (no fault to the recorder, i think i have an auditory issue or something)

ohhh lauren sounds absolutely gorgeous in the zeit in einer flasche bits!! why did they give maxim a part in that song though lmao. i’ll be interested to see how they split this up into an official cast recording (assuming they do one, idk how musicals operate) because there are a lot of singing then speaking then singing then speaking in this section.

sometimes a certain syllable is stressed and it sounds strange to me, but they are also british so idk. the orchestra continues to slay.

idk what this song is post-proposal but ok. tbh i’m glad they cut zauberhaft natürlich bc i strongly dislike that song but i don’t love the replacement song either (og production got it right with no song there at all imo)

ok cutting die neue mrs de winter is CRIMINALLLLLLL!!!! WHERE IS MRS DANVERS’ ICONIC ENTRANCE????? god i was so excited to hear kara sing that part. also the ensemble is really getting the short end of the stick so far :(

i love the translation of sie ergibt sich nicht to “she’s invincible, she’s unsinkable” so much actually. kara sounds soo good. “no man had anything to offer her” sounded kind of weird syllable-wise but oh well, kara navigated it pretty well imo.

THEY CUT DIE LIEBEN VERWANDTEN NOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT, AM I A JOKE TO YOU??? lauren and the orchestra are very much my favorite parts so far, they sound soooo good.

i kind of miss the little musical transition between bist du böse and hilf mir durch die nacht. it’s also super interesting that they had maxim sing his part first in hilf mir durch die nacht instead of ich (obviously i already knew about this but it’s still an interesting choice). the tempo seems to be slightly faster (esp during the verses) but i could be imagining it. it’s also interesting that they translated it to “help me face the night” at some points when “help me through the night” would’ve worked perfectly fine.

oh wow it seems like they completely rearranged the songs after, bc now we get merkwürdig. and the ensemble sounds GREAT i have to say. i’m so glad they finally got a proper song.

ooh kara sounds great during sie war gewohnt. boris remains to be my favorite favell by far but this one is good too. and i’ve said it many times but this orchestra is amazing. naur now why is there an eine hand wäscht die andre hand melody inserted here lol

ohh kara´s breathy tone during the dialog right before rebecca… good shit. oh god kara sounds so good during rebecca. i still hate how it’s “come back, rebecca” instead of “come home, rebecca” and yes i know that’s how it was in the og demo but why would they change it to come back when come home works just as well and sounds better imo? the orchestra continues to slay. lmaoooo at the person who screeched at the end of the song bc that’s such a big mood.

the tempo to gott warum (the beginning at least) sounds a lot faster, i don’t love it but richard sounds really good!! (i generally don’t care abt maxim but i do enjoy this song sometimes). the tempo seems to have slowed a bit later in the song but idk.

oh wow i love this frank crawley!! he sounds so good, i need to put him in my pocket

THEY CUT DER BALL VON MANDERLEY 💔 although i’m glad petit dejeuner made an appearance (i love that song) and that the ensemble got a part here, i very much miss the og song. also, i wish i could see the costumes and choreo for this scene.

NO MRS VAN HOPPER REAPPEARANCE AND NO “IM AN AMERICAN WOMAN” OH I LOST </3 that whole scene is such a slay and i personally love big silly dance numbers so this was a blow :( i love the ich and clarice duet though!! they sound great together.

act 2

“she’s here, she’s there, she’s everywhere” i’m so sorry but i giggled at this part bc all i could think about was the roy kent chant from ted lasso 😭

i actually love the “if you trespass you will bring down her curse” like it sounds so good. although “come back, rebecca” will never not sound jarring i fear. also the bridge of rebecca reprise is homoerotic as FUCK like ok i see you 😏

the ensemble (shadow) part of nur ein schritt did not have the same oomph which was a bit disappointing, but oh they sound great in strandgut. omg why do they keep inserting favell’s eine hand melody into other songs omg it’s so startling and i am not a fan. that being said, the ending of strandgut was very good.

richard sounded great during kein lächeln omg

some of the wording in mrs de winter bin ich still sounds kind of awkward (even after listening to the recording they released) but kara and lauren did a great job navigating it and they sound great together

i am still not entirely sure why they switched around the order of the songs again but im sure they have their reasons.

moving was ist nur lost mit ihm to act 2 is such a choice

i’d love to see the lyrics to eine hand bc this translation is so interesting. this favell has a great voice

ahhhh the ensemble sounds so good

they kept the “i thought i was her closest friend” … 💀 the translation of rebecca reprise 2 is a bit rough but kara does a nice job handling it all. great job.

i didn’t love the ending of finale 2 (i’m a whore for the big flourishing ending in the german productions) but it was beautiful nonetheless

#not that anyone asked #i will definitely be listening to this all weekend #my rambles

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