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m3r1m4r5u333 · 21 days

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Reasons why I keep rambling about Bi!Eddie...

Why? Why would Eddie hide his sexual identity, bisexuality? Because... why not, he thinks.

Dating only women would mean less conflict with his family. His family is religious and Eddie loves them, is scared to lose them.

Eddie also fears triggering more conflict, maybe even fears his family might not consider him a good dad anymore if he came out.

He already almost had to fight for his son's custody with them. What if he comes out and they lash out? He has a dangerous job, works ridiculous hours, is a single parent. A queer man is not every courtroom's favorite person.

So women... That's where Eddie hides, it's what he knows. It's "a safe place to hide"... because in theory, it's fine, it's comfortable. Eddie is attracted to women. So he isn't really sacrificing anything, or at least much, he thinks... Just marry a woman you love, and it's all good. No need to come out and clash with your family, or make Christopher's childhood even more of a challenge. After all, the world is still prejudiced and not all children of queer parents have it easy.

But the truth is... Closeted life isn't a cake-walk even if you avoid detection, and are sort of adjusting. You are still hiding a part of yourself. Acting. Feeling like you need to pretend. Scared and unable to be fully yourself.

I've noticed that Buddie fans keep pointing to Eddie's panic attacks as this "haha gotcha, you're GAY!"-confirmation. It's ignorant.

Did you know that panic attacks are actually not at all unusual among closeted bisexuals, either?

Masks are always suffocating, no matter what you're hiding.

Not to mention, when Eddie starts having those panic attacks, he's under a world of pressure. Trying to recover and get back to dating... Quite soon really, after losing his wife.

He's also got a mountain of trauma and PTSD after surviving several near-death- experiences. To add to the trauma, the way he experienced the shooting? He thought Buck was wounded.

And then he is pressured into asking Ana out even though it hasn't been that long since he lost his wife.

Also I'm quite sure... His heart just isn't in it, dating. I think he has actually by that point fallen for Buck. And ignores it, tries to move on, forces himself to date someone else.

Get back on a horse, even if you don't really want to, feel the need to. Doesn't matter what you like, just do it anyway! "Horses" it is. Dating it is.

So Ana and Eddie? It's a tale of unrequited love, for Eddie, and for Ana. Falling for a concept because the person you truly want is simply not invested like you are, is emotionally unavailable to you.

The anxiety builds when people keep assuming Ana is Eddie's wife or Christopher's mom. It's too soon, it feels wrong. The relationship is just a mask because Eddie hasn't actually moved on. From Shannon, or from Buck. He panics when Ana says. "I'm not his mother... I'm... just a friend."

It's a reminder that she isn't Shannon - not Christopher's mom.

And she isn't Buck either. Buck who isn't really Christopher's father, who is... just a friend.

And like Buck... Ana is becoming Eddie's ready-made family anyway. Actually the third ready-made family, really. Shannon, Buck, Ana... All happened without much room to stop and re-consider.

Shannon... A rushed shotgun marriage triggered by an unplanned pregnancy and catholic guilt.

Buck, (a seemingly) straight friend quickly becoming family - clearly a dead end romance-wise.

Ana... A rushed, pressured romance built out of need to forcibly move on, and find a step-mom for Chris. Three ready-made families, all destroying Eddie in different ways. Anxiety, inner turmoil, panic.

....

So. Eddie's bisexuality!!!

That ice skating scene in "Malfunction"? The episode is very Eddie-centric, and the theme is "Me a tough macho man, me trust nobody, ugh!"

There's Eddie's fight club clusterfuck, his argument with Lena about Eddie being emotionally distant. Eddie, crying in front of Bobby about his grief, about Shannon leaving because Eddie "broke" her, because he wasn't enough...

Eddie = Trust issues galore, abandoment issues galore. Persistent shame and guilt making him unable to go for anything he really wants. Avoidance. Hidden pain. Constant urge to be in control, and never slip.

So let's look at that ice skating scene in "Malfunction"...

It's a blood bath on ice. Figure skaters toe-picking and getting injured, all because of one fallen sequin on ice triggering a domino effect. Bobby knows to look for a sequin because he's got some experience with this stuff.

Chimney: So how come you know so much about figure skating?

Eddie: Always thought you were a hockey player, cap.

...

Bobby: Who says you can't do both?!

(They team is shocked. Buck says "We'll google for photos later"

Chimney waves his hand around like he agrees... But in a way that ends up looking like he's pointing at Buck AND Eddie. And Hen then throws this shocked lingering stare at Buck and Eddie, like she just realised something!)

...Who says you can't do both? Indeed... Is there some secret quota, unknown to me, that dictates how many bi characters a tv show can have?

Is there a law that a queer male ship must always be the sum of one bi male, one male gay character? Why do we expect that? Because it would be more diverse, more varied representation?

Correct me if I've got this wrong... But writing Eddie as gay would in fact not score the show more diversity points, not in the realm of 9-1-1.

The show STARTS OFF with a storyline about a closeted, married gay man! If Eddie was gay... It would be the show's second storyline about a closeted, married gay man. That's not diverse representation. That would be in fact... quite repetitive, unimaginative queer representation!

Also, let's keep in mind that the show already has several gay male characters by the time Eddie joins the team.

Michael! David! Josh! That's already three gay men. If Eddie was gay, Eddie would be the fourth gay male character.

Oh wait. Tommy. So... FIFTH one! Also there are even more strictly gay monosexuals: Two lesbians. Hen and Karen.

However, there are just two confirmed bi character so far. Buck and Eva.

So really, Who says you can't "do both"?

Who says both of these characters can't be interested in women and men, into more genders than one? Who says both Buck and Eddie can't be bi?

"We're everywhere, man." That's Eddie's line in that scene, gif below. (And pink+yellow balloons, blue gloves? Pansexual-coded colors. Multisexuality!)

Eddie, subtly illuminated in bi-coded colors. Blue, purple, pink... On a date with a woman.

Talking with Buck. Bi-coded lighting.

Oh look, what's behind Eddie? The famous bi-cycle. While he talks about "the menu" not being the issue...

"The sex was never the issue", with Shannon. Canonically they actually went at it like bunnies, even to the detriment of their relationship because they failed to talk due to being too distracted by each other's bodies.

"The "menu" is not the issue." And it's not with Marisol, either. Not until Eddie learns of her hyper religious past.

Confronting Marisol, a former nun-student? That's the issue here, that's what Eddie's trying to avoid. Confronting his obviously at least at one point very religious, quite possibly bigoted girlfriend...?? Would certainly be an issue, if you're bi!!! Who wants to date a bigot?! Your very own domestic hate crime.

So... Eddie talks about the upcoming alone time with Marisol (when Chris was away) feeling exciting, naughty... Until he learns she was almost a NUN!

He talks about "eyes on the ground". And that's what dating a fundamentalist would be, if you're bi and closeted. Eyes on the ground, close to you.

Suddenly being judged for same-sex attraction is no longer just a distant fear, a vague idea to Eddie, it's a living, breathing person in his home, in his bed.

Really, imagine dating a bigot. Imagine your partner being disgusted, disturbed, judgemental... by your sexuality, your identity, your desires, dreams. Imagine them being repulsed by such an fundamental, persistent part of what makes you... you. Something you cannot change.

Imagine sometimes fantasizing about men as well as women, and then... trying to have sex with someone... who you suspect might consider your secret fantasy life disgusting, wrong. Imagine that negative reaction if they knew the whole truth, who you really are?!

An efficient boner killer, for sure!! No wonder Eddie is suddenly avoiding her company, anxious by the idea of sex with her. He doesn't trust Marisol anymore.

Also, let's talk about Eddie and moving on.

Why going home is an issue. Leaving Buck's place is an issue. Because trying to move on? Those words just need a melody, and ta-dah it's the Eddie Diaz theme song. The story of his life. The concept just keeps coming up.

Moving on. Being unable to move on.

Quite frankly, I think this is the main reason why Eddie cannot date without freaking out.

When Eddie joins the team he's still stuck on Shannon. "They weren't my type." Less awkward than to say "Sure they were hot, but I do have an estranged wife."

Shannon was his first crush, love, his first everything. The mother of his child. His friend. But they were young, not ready to get married and have a child, especially one with special needs. They were pushed to do that anyway when Shannon suddenly got pregnant, unplanned.

Btw, may I just point out that they're already under a lot of pressure and struggling when we first see them together on the show?

What we miss out on seeing... are the times when things were still great! That creates a limited, tinted view of their romance, and warps our entire view of their relationship. When we first see Eddie and Shannon, their relationship is already quite fractured, and falling apart.

Doesn't mean it always was bad.

Inability to work together. That eventually destroyed their relationship. Both failed to listen to each other, to be a team. Their love died because their mutual trust and respect died.

Eddie couldn't handle sudden parenthood, sudden marriage (and catholics truly expect forever), Christopher's cp diagnosis. He enlisted, escaped to the army. Shannon couldn't handle the guilt, thinking the cp was her fault. They fought all the time. Eddie let his parents meddle with Christopher's upbringing, walk over Shannon. He refused to listen to her when she wanted to move to another city. Eddie avoided bonding with Chris.

So when Eddie got home from the war-zone, she left. Eddie was suddenly alone with Chris. And Shannon was gone for a long time. Her leaving, it was a shock to the system. Eddie no longer trusted her, she'd abandoned him, and more importantly, abandoned Chris.

So Eddie is struggling. Alone. Hurt.

And then... Eddie meets Buck, who is ridiculously helpful. Buck is someone Eddie can count on. They're almost instantly a team.

So Eddie moves on from Shannon, and falls for Buck. From that point on? There is no real room for others. From then on it's just barely discreet heart-eyes at Buck, and Eddie not truly wanting to date anyone (else).

Eddie doesn't really want to get back together with Shannon when she returns. The sex is still great, that was never the issue, they both agree on that one thing...

But she was simply gone for too long, she even says this. It's obvious. Eddie has adjusted to life without her, found a new focus, moved on from her.

For example when we see Eddie, Buck and Chris visit Santa? Eddie talks about Shannon to Buck in this almost anxious way, like he feels the need to explain himself to Buck, like he's been cheating on Buck. Buck then calls Eddie "brother", and Eddie's face, just for a moment... Falls. He looks disturbed, disappointed, to be called "brother".

Eddie tries to mend the relationship with Shannon. It's obviously out of a sense of duty (catholic guilt, marriage should last, divorce is wrong), he keeps waiting for a "sign", keeps ducking her questions, pushing her away, keeps dragging his feet. His heart is no longer in it. Shannon realises this, wants to break up.

And then she dies. Eddie grieves. Feels guilt for failing to salvage the marriage. And then Eddie is just... stuck. Unable to move on, from grieving Shannon, from the guilt caused by their failed marriage, from Buck. Tries to force himself to move on. Fails. Keeps dying inside.

Heart's already taken.

.....

There are so many talks about moving on after that. Seemingly they are all about Shannon, and I do think they are about Shannon...

Just not... entirely. After all, Eddie didn't really want to get back together with her, did he now. We see them fighting, a lot. Their relationship wasn't dancing on roses, there were serious problems.

So the talks about moving on are also about Buck. Buck, who Eddie thinks is straight, yet parenting Chris with him. They become close, are seen doing all sorts of domestic family stuff.

What a painful existence would that be, to raise your child with someone whom you love and desire, but who you think cannot ever return your feelings? Who wants that? Of course Eddie would want to move on!!

Then shit happens... And Eddie clearly just... spirals without Buck. Partakes in illegal fights to let off steam. Yells at Buck at a grocery store about "not being around, Christopher missing him..". They end up looking like a couple in the middle of a messy divorce.

People, including Buck, pressure Eddie into dating. Buck keeps dating women. Eddie... keeps having talks about moving on.

Looks totally dead as he tells Buck that he needs to move on, Eddie has. It's an obvious lie, and it's such a bizarre thing to say to a friend, no matter the circumstances - very relationship-coded.

Almost like Eddie was just desperate to voice those words out loud, wishing that saying them would turn them into reality. Move on, I have!! (Move on, stop approaching me, stop tormenting me like this.)

....

So move on, Eddie...

....

There's Buck, urging Eddie to ask Ana out.

......

Bobby, telling Eddie that he will always miss the family he once had, but he loves the new one he now has. So you should try moving on, Eddie!

.......

Eddie's doctor... suggesting he could be repressing things.

The talk with the doctor;

They're talking about the shooting... Until it sounds like Eddie isn't.

Eddie: I don't even think about him anymore.

Doc: That could be called repression.

Eddie: Or just... moving forward.

Then some more subtext about pining. Remember Buck... being compared to a golden retriever?

Remember the man who cornered himself on a roof? Whining that he always wanted a dog but mom wouldn't let him because "Barry was allergic!"... (Or maybe, queerphobic?)

.....

Ana: There's a lot to be said for getting back on the horse. But there's also value in learning that you don't like "horses".

Eddie: I'm sorry?

....

Carla, telling Eddie to follow his heart, not Christopher's.... (Edit. Btw, look up the pictures of those hearts, I can't add more pictures to this post.There's Buck's silly, happy "misunderstood the assignment" love-type heart symbol... The one Chris drew, the one Carla warns against following?

Dead-looking, clinical, anatomical. And it's drawn with bisexual-flag colors!!!!

Love can't be about logic and rationality, reasoning with yourself and finding a good enough match. Even if on paper it makes sense. Love needs to be an emotion. It needs to make you happy.)

.....

The first day Buck and Eddie meet:

Buck is taking selfies.

Eddie: You're in the wrong lighting, man.

Buck: Some of us don't need lighting to look good!

And...

Years later... At the dark firestation, Eddie looking at Buck, getting lost on his memory lane, forgetting to introduce Ana.

Ana: Even in the dark this place is amazing! (The parallel to "Some of us don't need lighting to look good.")

And Eddie panics.

(*panicking, looking between Ana and Buck*)

Eddie: I don't want these things to wilt!

.....

After that... Eddie, looking at Buck:

Somehow we became a ready-made family, and I... I don't know if I'm ready for that.

(and how could he be ready for that, he thought Buck was straight.)

.....

Eddie talking with his tía, learning that she's been married twice, not just once, like Eddie always thought.

Eddie, learning that she had been unable to move on from the first husband, and didn't feel ready to date... But her friends had dragged out anyway, and that's when she had met her second husband-to-be.

And it was this, meeting someone else, that made her move on. So Eddie forces himself to date, thinking that all he needs to do is meet the right person, and he'll finally move on.

.....

The scene with Marisol, setting her bag on Eddie's hallway table.

Checking that it's not falling off... because there is barely enough space for Marisol to set down her belongings.

The table is already full. There's a toy truck on it, which BUCK gave Chris, years ago,

and it takes so much room.

It's lit, under a lamp, in the center of a table, the first thing you see when you enter Eddie's home. A prized little thing, a treasure. It's clearly valued, spotlighted like art... Even though a toy like that? Would not be very expensive.

Still, it's clearly something Eddie cherishes. Chris is no longer a little kid, he doesn't play with toys like that. But the truck stays, it's something Eddie wants to keep looking at. And it's huge, centered, leaves little room for something else.

Eddie is pining!!!!

Whether he realises it or not... This man is in love, that's why his relationships feel so suffocating, why they keep failing. His heart is already taken. His romantic relationships are just glued on, they're pretense, acting, a desperate attempt to move on, from Buck.

#evan buckley #911 buddie #buddie #eddie diaz #buddie 911 #911 on abc #evan buck buckley #911 abc #tv: 911 #eddie díaz #bi!eddie #bisexual erasure #bi buck #abc 911 #Ana Flores #shannon diaz #Marisol Doe #i make no gifs brain is potato

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bzjohndory · 1 month

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What are Poppy and Viva like in the BroZone diner AU? You said their regulars but how often do they should up and what’s their dynamic like with the bros?

GOD I REALLY WANTED TO DRAW THIS BUT i dont think ill ever finish my sketch i had for this ask so here:

They show up AT LEAST every other day, if not everyday.

Wanted to keep some key components in their story so personalities are the same but heres what i formed abt them

-Viva and Poppy are half sisters in this AU :)

-Viva was from King Peppy’s first marriage and after they divorced the ex-wife ended up with custody of Viva. Viva’s mom was probably in a weird mental state after the divorce and Viva had to be more resourceful and mature than a kid should be (Viva was really young when they divorced and having to leave her home and her dad scared the shit out of her so she tried staying in her mom’s home as much as possible so she could take care of her mom and make sure they weren’t going to move again. I think she just wanted to protect her one sense of stability)

-Viva found out abt Poppy after King Peppy remarried and Viva was looking for her dad, she longed to see Poppy and her Dad but never wanted to leave her home

-Poppy visits the area Viva lives in by complete coincidence and Viva recognizes her and Poppy stays in her and her mom’s home for a week

-Viva hasnt registered that Poppy has to leave so when Poppy brings it up of having to meet up with Branch to go she panics and shuts Poppy out

-Poppy slides a note saying where she will be going and after a lot Viva finally makes the trip to see what this new place is like

-Poppy introduces her to Brozone Diner and immediately Viva recognizes Clay from an online chatting site the two frequently talked on esp when Viva rarely willingly left the house and Clay wanted to escape his brothers for a bit

-the two are BFFS and made an association for those who are isolated and want to meet those like them

AS FOR DYNAMICS

Poppy-Branch: high school best friends and have a similar dynamic to the movie counter part but have not started dating

Poppy - Floyd: FUCKING BEST FRIENDS I DIE ON THIS HILL they are very comfortable with each other and probably dye eachother’s hair and use the same dye

Poppy-Clay: good friends, id say poppy really looks up to Clay and gets along well with him but gets ahead of herself saying embarrassing shit being too excited since she admires him a lot

Poppy- Bruce: i dont imagine they talk every day but they’re friendly to eachother

Poppy - John Dory: PROBABLY BEST FRIENDS TOO i love this duo personally a lot so some of this is definitely just indulgence but they’re like really alike and talk a lot when JD should be working

Viva - Branch: likes him endearingly as shes very happy her sister found somebody to love

Viva - Floyd: good acquaintances, Viva is comfortable with him and looks out for him

Viva - Clay: Best friends she found solace in him when she could barely get any social interaction outside of online friends; they have been BFFS since their middle school days and are the same age too, Viva probably thinks of him as her favorite person

Viva-Bruce: is the biggest uplifter and complimenter of Bruce’s food if there was a bruce food fan club shes the president, theyre good friends i imagine

Viva - John Dory: MAN. THE OLDER SIBLING DUO. DONT TALK TO ME THEY MAKE ME SICKKKKK. Twin flames literally and also they join together when it comes to pranking their younger siblings

#brozone diner asks

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writingwithina · 1 year

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I Miss You I'm Sorry

Pairing- Charles leclerc x reader

Content- Angst

Word Count- 1462 words

Author's Note: Hello lovely people! This is the first ever fan fiction that I've written. I would love it if you could give it a read and let me know what you thought of it.

Read part two here

It had been fate that they had actually met. Lewis had begged her to come clubbing with him and his colleagues before they had to leave for the Australian Grand Prix. Y/n had no interest in going to a club and sitting amongst a pool of sweaty bodies and the stench of alcohol. But she could not resist Lewis' manipulative attempts at trying to get her out of finishing her marketing assignment. That was the thing about someone who knew you ever since you were a baby. They knew exactly which strings to pull to get you to give into their demands. So there Y/n was in a black dress and black stilettos, sipping on a margarita and chatting with Lewis.

"I want you to meet someone", Lewis said with a bright glint in his eyes. Y/n knew this meant only one thing- trouble.

" The last time you asked me to meet someone, it ended with me in bed with a guy who loved to recite the American Constitution while having sex. "

" Oh, yeah that was a mistake on my part. But I promise I know this person personally. And I've a feeling you guys are gonna get along really well. Just give him a chance. "

Y/n was sceptical but decided to give it a chance. What's the worst that could happen?

Lewis beckoned someone over his shoulder. Y/n couldn't make out the silhouette of the person who had come over.

" Hi! I'm Charles", the person said. As he came closer Y/n could make out the outline of his blush pink lips and his dimpled cheeks. A faint pink crept up on his cheeks as they held eye contact. As cliche and cheesy as it sounds, Y/n felt the world around her stop. It was as if they were the only two people there.

Their relationship just blossomed from there on. It didn't feel real , how easy their relationship was and how much they enjoyed each other's presence. It was as if they both had found the piece in their lives they didn't even know was missing. They were each other's haven.

"Do you think we will ever get married? ", Charles had asked Y/n out of the blue one day. They were on a vacation to Ibiza. It was late in the evening and they were cuddling on the balcony of their hotel room.

" Do you want to get married? " Y/n questioned nervously. They hadn't talked about marriage before but a blissful feeling washed over her at the thought of them being married.

" Yeah… I want to marry you but in a year maybe. We are both busy with our careers right now. I want to give you your dream wedding and it wouldn't be fair of me to ask you to marry me when I know I won't be fully there for you."

Y/n couldn't believe that Charles really wanted to marry her. They had been together for a year at this point so talking about marriage was a logical step in the relationship. Still it was surprising that Charles loved her enough to want to marry her and spend the rest of their lives together.

Everyone talks about the beautiful parts of a relationship but nobody teaches you about the ugly ones. No one prepares you for the screaming matches in the middle of the night. No one prepares you for the distance that arises suddenly. It is funny how one moment Y/n and Charles were so in love and the other, they were fighting because Charles loaded the dishwasher wrong.

Neither of them knew how to deal with this, how to deal with the fights, the distance, the separation. It became exhausting for them to love one another. The love which once felt like freedom, like waking up on a Sunday morning and realising you have no school now felt like a cage, a restriction. Neither Charles nor Y/n knew how their relationship took a turn for the worse and they didn't understand how to tackle the problems. The dreams of marriage and kids and a white picket fence house seemed so far away now.

It was Charles' idea to take a break. " We are draining each other. Maybe a break would do us good " were his words. Y/n didn't question it because she knew a break would be beneficial for them. She thought that they would get back together after two-three months. Little did she know just how wrong she was.

Charles took the "break" better than Y/n. Where Y/n's days were wrapped with grief and pain of losing her partner, Charles was seen out partying and going on vacations with his friends. Y/n wondered whether Charles had felt any sadness after the break. She wondered if he too found himself reaching for her every morning or calling her name as soon as he came home only to realise she wasn't there. Because she did. She found Charles in everything she did. She missed him dearly. She missed how she forgot everything as soon as Charles had his arms around her. She missed the feeling of his kisses. She missed seeing him the first thing in the morning and the last one before she slept. She hadn't realised just how much their lives had been entwined until Charles left. But she told herself that it won't be long before they resolve their issues and get back together. Everyday she would tell herself, just a few more days and then everything will be fine.

They didn't see each other until November. The racing season was over and Lewis decided to throw a party to celebrate a great season. Y/n hadn't planned on coming but Lewis begged her and she couldn't resist him. She didn't know how she would face Charles. What would she say? It had been 6 months since they decided to take a break and he hadn't reached out to her even once. While a part of her was angry and bitter, another part of her was excited to see her love again. Maybe today they will talk at length and rekindle their relationship. Y/n arrived at the party with a racing heart and hopeful mind. She greeted the other drivers and looked for Charles. Everyone around her was apprehensive about talking about Charles to her. She felt they were hiding something from her.

Charles arrived a while later. He was talking to Pierre at the bar when Y/n spotted him. She approached him with a soft smile. She felt uneasy by the way Charles' smile dropped and instead a look of trepidation fell over his face as he saw her. As soon as she opened her mouth to say something, a brunette approached Charles.

" Mon amour where did you disappear? I have been searching for you", the brunette said to him as she softly kissed him.

Y/n left without saying anything. She felt embarrassed and stupid and angry. She sat on the swing in Lewis' garden with tears streaming down her face. It became clear to her why Charles hadn't tried to contact her.

Charles came running outside. He didn't say anything as he sat on the swing beside her.

"How long? " Y/n questioned him.

" Three months. "

" Does she make you happy? "

" Y/n, I - I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how, I-I never intended for you to find out this way. I'm so-"

"Just answer the question Charles. "

Charles took a deep breath and then whispered a quiet "yes".

Y/n wiped her tears and nodded her head. She knew she had to leave. She couldn't be near him. She stood up, wiped her hands on her dress and said, " I really loved you, you know? Even during the fights, on the days where we wouldn't speak to each other, I loved you. I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy Charles. I really am. I hope you find happiness and love in her that you couldn't in me. "

Y/n didn't wait to hear what Charles had to say. She just left. She knew it would take some time to get over him, to get over the love she once had. But she will learn to live her life without him. She will try her best to forget the eyes that became her home. She will discard the memories they shared and she will try to forget the way his voice felt when it said her name. She will grow and she will hope to find someone who loves her unconditionally. But most importantly she hopes that Charles will realise what he lost before it's too late.

#cl16 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #writtenbyina #cl16byina

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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RoR Romantic Master List

Specific Reader Type Romance Masterlist

Specific Character Romance Masterlist

Virgin Killer Dress

Virgin Destroyer Dress

Small Chest

Confidence Booster

Celebrating their B-Day

Anxious Pregnancy Announcements

Accidental Confession

Stress Cuddles

Piano Lullabies

Yanderes who Love a Married Darling

Asking them to Dance

Lost Memories

Proposals

Losing you to Another

New BF Who's This?

Yanderes and their Human Darling

Swapping Bodies

Big Brothers Against Dating

Lazy Mornings

Future Babies to the Rescue!

Best Man

Amnesia after Accident

The Price of Waiting

Lap Pillows

She's Taken!

Love Triangles

Stockholm Syndrome

Sarcasm is an Art

Cockblocked

No Overworking Allowed

No Kissing!

It was an Accident!

Lady Loving the Ladies

Titty Hugs

Titty Hugs Part 2

Words Hurt

Reap what you Sow

Fake Out

Courting HCs

Baby Surprise!

Make me a Father

Misunderstanding

Being in Love

Vanished Love

Vanished Love Alternate

No Flirting

Fan Clubs and Cults

Goodbye my Angel

Pregnancy Surprise Failed!

Stolen First Kiss

Rescue my Heart

Chocoholic Reader

Love's Cursed Sleep

Return my Sunshine to Me

Don't Fight over Me!

All Hail the King of the World

All Hail the King of the World Part 2

Tea Shop Owner

Sad Songs

Good Luck Kiss

The Ultimate Prize

Shy Little Moon

My Sweet Babies

My Sweet Babies Part 2

Daddy's Little Princess (Leonidas' Daughter)

My Dear Valkyrie

Preferences

Miniature Love

Lending a Helping Hand

Overworked and Overstressed

Strong Love

Queen of the Kings

Son of Solomon

King Arthur Reader

Wearing his Clothes

Source of All

Source of All Part 2

Source of All Part 3

Hot Touch

Arranged Marriage

Rose Loving Reader

Wild First Encounter

Wild First Encounter Part 2

Sending a Prank

Accident

Stone Angel (Angst)

Anxious Tummy Issues

Changed into a Salty Tween

Goodbye, Our Third (Hades x Reader x QSH)

Sad Love

Trio Whoops

Cheating Comforts

Human Fighters Body Swap

How Far I'll Go (yandere)

Demon Hybrid Emotionless Reader

#masterlist

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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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Holy crap I didn't think about the Ars Goetria feeling more royal than the Sins themselves! And Andre mentions that Stolas has legions and such? Okay, how does someone lower than the rulers of hell themselves have armies but the Sins don't? Or maybe they do? Idk the world building in this universe is shit and makes me want to scream into the void? Honestly it'd make more sense that Heaven has some control over Hell in regard they're not allowed to have armies due to a fear of another war and why no one stops the Exermations. I'm not saying it's a perfect solution but that's worldbuilding at least! At least make an effort for things to make sense, Viv!

As for the club owner thing: I don't fully mind them having ventures outside of their royal duties. Heck, Mammon was even a rock star on top of being a ruler of a ring and building a business empire. They're the rulers of hell that lived for thousands of years, they can do whatever they please. Even then tho they should at the least give up some sense of royalty at the same time? Idk I'm barely awake still lol

I have no idea why she chose to create a hierarchy of demons, incorporate racism and oppression…it’s not executed well at all. Royal demons are worshipped by all, especially imps like Moxxie and Fizz to stolas. It’s bizarre. If stolas has legions of soldiers, why does he demand that a single group of three imps to serve his every need? Why do these three serve and protect him without question, and yet stolas is the one we have to feel sympathy for? Not them? Millie was almost killed, Moxxie was almost crushed, Strikrt almost died, all for Stolas. Who merely got stabbed once and was perfectly fine in a week. It was his first time experiencing an injury….boohoo??

The sins should technically have more legions than stolas but can you imagine them commanding any authority of that nature? All they do is throw parties. Maybe you’re right and that’s why Lucifer agreed to the extermination?? But it annoys me when fans have to do the heavy lifting for world building.

I’m fine with them throwing parties if and only if, it’s a break from their usual duties. And what is Asmodeus’ duty…? Making sex toys…seems a bit disrespectful to such a respected feared powerful demonic figure in the texts. Asmodeus is a leader of the Ars Goetia apparently, and stolas fears him, there must be a reason. One of the things Asmodeus could at least be in charge of is arranging the marriages of the Goetia kings and princes. Imagine that kind of twist? It would tie up the stolas blitz and fizz Ozzie stories nicely. Those four are all deeply interconnected now.

Why have the absolute heads of the monarchy and all of the oppression be these sweet kind soft people who we have to know everything about their romantic life. Why are the rich, kinder and more revered than the wild savage poor people? This really screams to me like it’s a pro monarchy message. Striker isn’t a supremacist in this narrative, Stolas Goetia is. While Blitz is yammering on about stolas lovingly following his sinstagram and fizz is defending royalty from striker and saying he’s no better than them, SOMEHOW, but meanwhile Oz and stolas are calling blitz “that feisty imp” “This imp” and later, fizz works with Ozzie to kill a lower class demon for threatening him and being part of a lower class mafia trying to make money off of a king.

More pro monarchy agenda. Rich people forget that injustice creates crime. Especially organised crime like the mafia. It’s Not that “inferior” beings are simply more prone to crime as part of their DNA and need to shut up, play nice, and pick themselves up from the bootstraps. What’s next?? Fizz saying that money will trickle down of you be patient and work hard?

And why have the main “love” story being an imp forced into the love life and family life of a royal demon explicitly against his will? Constantly putting him and his family in danger since he was a young boy?? Even in Hazbin, the royal character is served by lower castes. It’s bizarre.

Also, by isolating the sins from sinners and from other royals, they have no choice but to mingle romantically with mortal citizens, so it doesn’t make any sense for people to be surprised. Who else can they date? Who cares??

Oh that’s without getting into the idea that Rich aristocrats having top secret interspecies BDSM between upper and lower class people is somehow activism against oppression “racism” (implied) and classism….yikes..

#helluva boss critical #tw racism #racial coding #race metaphors

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onlyhereforthestories · 1 year

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Cookies, Cuddles and Christmas Traditions (Mapi Leon x Reader)

Day 8! This is pure fluff and I love it. I can't wait to make traditions of my own with someone just like this. Does anyone have any they do around this time of the year? With an SO or family?

Christmas was only a few days away and you were sat in the cold at the Camp Nou stadium waiting for the Barca girls to play their final game of the calendar year. Mapi had made you promise to be there tonight and you were not one to let the love of your life down, even if you very really missed a game.

You were part of the back room staff at Barcelona football club and spent most of your time analysing the opposition teams and reporting your findings to the boss. That’s how you and Mapi met just over 5 years ago. The woman was new to the club and had been sent to try and find the trainers room, instead she stumbled into your office when you were midway through watching tapes of her at Atletico. After showing her where to go and praising her for her style of play you went your separate ways.

A few days later found the dyed haired woman back in your doorway but this time it was of her own accord. With slightly stuttered speech, something you still teased her about to the day, she had asked you if you wanted to get coffee and lunch with her after her training. Something you quickly agreed to. 5 years later, a few cats, a marriage and you were still going strong.

You are shaken out of your reminiscing by the ref blowing the whistle to start the game, which was a small shock being as you had been so far in your own head you hadn’t seen or heard the teams get on the pitch. Scanning the field you were quick to spot your wife running around the field, something you would never tire of watching.

The game was played at a relaxed pace for Barca, all the girls playing with a calmness you haven’t seen in ages. The ball was kept safe and played around the field without the other team getting a look in. Chances were created and some were scored and by the time the final whistle sounded, 6 goals had been racked up. Something that had all the fans and the girls dancing around to stadium celebrating for the final time in 2022.

When Mapi and the girls finally got to the section you were in you could see the adrenaline had started to wear off, the excitement still rotten all over their faces but the energy at which they moved had tapered off. When Mapi reached you she jumped and pulled herself up to your level using the railing and standing on the block when she could get the purchase.

“Hola Amor, how was that for a final game?” You smiled at the woman and pooped your arms round her shoulders to get that little bit closer.

“Wasn’t a bad way to end it, although you could have stopped a couple more of their shots if you got a little closer. Teams like Arsenal will take advantage of that if you aren’t careful.” You said it with a teasing but slightly serious tone of voice.

When Mapi rolled her eyes at you and smacked your shoulder you knew what you said had the desired effect. “Okay you goof, enough about football. I will just go get changed and then we can go home and start Christmas!” She pressed a quick but deep kiss to your lips before she was lowering herself down with strength that never failed to make you swoon. A fact she was fully aware of being as she sent a wink your way when her feet hit the ground before she turned and dashed for the tunnel.

About an hour later you found yourself standing in your kitchen looking at what could only be described as an hilarious sight. Mapi was stood at the kitchen counter looking at her phone with different ingredients scattered on the surface and a kiss the cook apron on that you had down right refused to follow. Even if she did look pretty hot with it on.

“What do you want me to do?” You stepped closer to her and pulled the sleeves of her hoodie you had stolen up your arms ready.

“You can sit up there and look pretty while I work pretty lady.” Doing as you were told you hopped up on the counter she pointed at and got yourself comfy. You pulled out your phone and connected it up to the kitchen speaker and put on some light Christmas music for some background noise.

You watched as Mapi concentrated weighing out the butter and sugar into the bowl. You laughed when she danced around the open space as she whisked the two ingredients together until the desired consistency was met. You jumped down briefly to put the stove top on in order to warm so of the mulled wine you had got from the shop on the way home, getting that into some warm mugs you passed one to your love before getting back into your spot.

By the time you had sorted that out Mapi was putting the flour into the mixture and getting the surface ready to kneed the dough before it had to be set in the fridge before the shape cutting fun could happen. Hopping off as soon as she started needing, you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist. “Can we do some coloured dough?” You tried to sweeten your request with a few soft kisses to the nape of the woman’s neck. When she hummed her agreement you stepped on your tip toes to reach her cheek and press a quick thank you kiss.

After routing through the cupboards for the colours you wanted, you were pleased to find the green, red and yellow in their boxes. When you got on the counter next to where Mapi was working you were please to find that she had already split to dough into 4 piles.

“Can you go get me some latex gloves please bebe. I don’t really want to have dyed hands for the Christmas break.” Nodding and jumping back down once again you ran off to your room to grab a few pairs.

By the time the dough was packed in the fridge to cool, Mapi had complained about her hands hurting about 12 times and you had at least 5 different streaks of dye on your thighs. Mapi always got handsy when she consumed any amount of alcohol, something you did not think of when you suggested the wine.

The 30 minute wait was spent cleaning up the kitchen and your body, before you knew it the timer you set was ringing. “Yay time to shape them!” Mapi couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm.

“Wait I did all the work, I get to shape them too.” She was joking but she couldn’t even keep that joke running for two seconds when she saw the sad pout on your face. “I’m joking silly girl, of course you can shape them. What do you want to do first?” She was happy with the grin you returned.

After making multiple shapes including candy canes, Christmas trees and stars you and Mapi were sat on the sofa sipping some more warm mulled wine and waiting for the oven timer to signify that the cookies were cooked. While you waited you were flicking through Netflix trying to find a Christmas movie to watch before bed. “What about elf?”

“But we normally watch that on Christmas Eve, can we save it?” You turned to the woman with your best please look which she caved to instantly and continued scrolling. You both settled on home alone 2 just as the timer went off, Mapi went to retrieve the cookies and when she came back in with a plate full of warm cookies you couldn’t have been more content with life.

You watched the film and ate more cookies than you probably should have being as they were meant to be for the get together you had planned with the girls the next day. You didn’t care about that though, not when you had one of those core memory evenings with the best woman you knew. A core memory that would turn into your and Mapi’s Christmas tradition for years and years and years to come.

#mapi león x reader #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines

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persephonerinyes · 5 months

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📖 Fic rec time! When you get this, reply with three fics that you've read and loved to pieces, then pass on to at least five other people who read fics. Let’s appreciate fic writers and their amazing stories 💖

This is so hard because there are sooo many talented writers out there!

I couldn't narrow it down to three so I split them into Modern and Canon.

Modern (Note: I am a sucker for Rockstar AUs so this list is not surprising):

Down in Flames by @sapphire-writes

The ultimate enemies to lovers packed with plenty of drama and mouth-watering smut! DIF Aemond is one of two that I automatically think of when I think about the archetype of modern Aemond.

Comet Donati by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew

The symbolism. The location descriptions. The drama. The song references. Aemond being adorable with animals. Aemond with a large chip on his shoulder that he must learn to overcome. This series blew my mind! Brambles and the "I hate Shelby" fan club await you.

Rumours by @adragonprinceswhore

The perfect blend of Fleetwood Mac and obsessive/possessive Aemond. The angst is off the charts, especially with the memories during their marriage. The smut is so hot you'll want to smoke a cigarette after reading. "Remember that no one else can make you feel as good as I do." That line is still fresh in my mind.

Canon:

The Last of the Dragons by @undertheorangetree

A post-Dance of the Dragons fic about rebuilding from the ashes and finding happiness after so much loss. I loved the premise of this story so much and it was so unique! I enjoyed the natural progression of the relationship between Aemond and the reader (niece). The Mirrorgasm™️ almost did me in.

Red Bird by @barbieaemond

It's not back up yet but I am eagerly awaiting its return. Aemond's pursuit of Alysanne is intense and I can't wait to see when she finally yields to him. The Sept and the lap scenes had me sweating!

Answered Prayers by @aemonds-fire

Possessive/obsessive Aemond is on his game in this story! I love how Aemond blackmails Lady Mira into getting what he wants while believing that divine intervention is why he should do this. Their chemistry is amazing and it's so satisfying when he wins her over. I mean, he's pretty gifted so he's hard to resist.

I also have to mention Tipping Point by @oneeyedvisenya

This was the first modern Aemond fic that I read. An academic rivals to lovers story that absolutely sizzles with chemistry. This is the second of the two Aemonds I think of with the modern archetype. I needed a week to recover after Part 3 because it was that intense.

#fic recs

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Hello! I just saw your reply to an ask and noticed this passage:

At the end of a century which had profaned love, Robespierre distinguished himself by the purity of his morals and by the delicacy of his procedures towards a sex, which the literature of the time regarded as born almost solely for pleasure. Above all, he respected the marital bed.

Do you know more about Robespierre and his views and relationships with marriage/women (I don't mean in the political sense)?

I've heard that he was meant to marry once but the lady ended up marrying someone else. And that he wrote a poem to a lady once, and that he enjoyed talking/singing/dancing with the ladies at the poets club he used to frequent (I can't remember the name of it atm). Overall, I get the idea that he loved/respected/admired women a lot and wanted to marry in the future. And also that he had conservative views on marriage and women. Am I correct? Are there any other examples I missed?

Thank you!

Yes, Robespierre overall seemed to have respected and gotten along well with women. He gets described in friendly terms by both his sister, Élisabeth Lebas and Rosalie Jullien, who all met him in private. The woman he sent poetry to was Charlotte Buissart, whose entire family was close to both him and his siblings (they would however fall out with each other during ”the terror”). In the 1780’s Robespierre also sent works of his to one mademoiselle Duhay (1, 2, 3) who in her turn gave him canaries and puppies, as well as to ”une dame”, to whom he wrote that ”the sweetest, the most glorious of all, is to be able to communicate these feelings to a kind and illustrious lady whose noble soul is made to share them.” The historian Ernest Hamel reportedly tracked down an old woman in Arras who told him her mother used to dance with Robespierre and found him a pleasant partner, and once Robespierre got into politics the amounts of female fans he had was noted by contemporaries. There evidently exists so much material regarding his relationship with women that the historian Hector Fleischmann in 1913 could release a whole book with the title Robespierre and the women he loved (original title Robespierre et les femmes).

For the moment I can only really remember one instance where Robespierre is reported to have acted in an inappropriate way towards a woman, and it was reported in Souvernirs d’un déporté (1802) by Paul Villiers, who claimed to have served as Robespierre’s secretary for a few months 1790-1791:

As for [Robespierre’s] continence, I only knew of a woman of about twenty-six years, whom he treated rather badly, and who idolized him. Very often he refused her at his door; he gave her a quarter of his fees; tre rest of it was split between me and a sister he had in Arras whom he loved very much.

Villiers’ work was declared apocryphal by the historian René Garmy in 1967. When Hervé Leuwers 47 years later wrote he still thought it authentic, he added that some parts of it still seemed like ”probable fabrication” and listed the mistress claim as an example, though without elaborating why he thought that was.

There are three women Robespierre is alleged to have been engaged to — mademoiselle Deshorties, Adélaïde Duplessis and Éléonore Duplay — though none of these allegations were ever confirmed by Robespierre or the women themselves. The lady you’re thinking of is the first of those listed — mademoiselle Deshorties (it’s often said her firstname was Anaïs, but I don’t know what the source for that is). She was Robespierre’s step-cousin and had, according to Charlotte Robespierre’s memoirs, been courting him for two to three years at the start of the revolution. Charlotte claims that it’s very likely the two would have married had things remained the way they were, however, with Maximilien away in Paris, mademoiselle Deshorties soon enough got engaged to someone else, and the two got married in 1792. When Robespierre found out about this after returning to Arras for a short stay, he was ”very grievously affected” according to Charlotte.

If Robespierre would have married had he lived if of course something we can’t know for sure. There does exist an anecdote where he, upon his friend’s Pétion’s insistence that they must find him a wife to lighten up his stiff behaviour, firmly responds: ”I will never marry!” If it is to be treated seriously or not is of course another story (and, if it happened, who knows if he changed his mind between this moment and his death).

As for if Robespierre held conservative views on marriage and women, for the first of these topics, I can only really find one place where he’s recorded to have mentioned it at all, and it’s when he on May 31 1790 argues for granting priests the right to marry, stating among other things that ”to unite priests with society, we must give them wives.” However, this of course has more to do with men’s relation to marriage and not women’s.

For his view on these, his perhaps most feminist moment takes place in 1787, when the Arras Academy of which he since one year back was the director, accepted two well-read women as honorary members — Marie Le Masson Le Golft and Louise de Kéralio. Robespierre was not present when the two were elevated to membership, but he was the author behind the response to the discours de la réception written by de Kéralio (who ironically, would go on to voice much more sexist opinions compared to Robespierre). In the text, he regretted that there were so few women in the academies and advocated for letting more in, arguing that ”habit and perhaps the force of prejudice” had intimidated women from presenting themselves as candidates for open academy positions, but that ”their sex does not make them lose the rights that their merit has earned them. […] If we grant that women have intelligence and reason, can we refuse them the right of cultivating them?” This is however not to say he viewed men and women as being the same in essence, but rather that they had received different sets of talents from nature that complemented each other. Men and women, he argued, were not meant to study the same subjects, the former being more suited for ”the initricacies of the abstract sciences,” while the latter should not be forbidden to contribute to those fields that ”demand only sensibility and imagination,” such as litterature, history and morality. Another argument put forward is that women will be able to make the sessions more interesting for the men:

The mere presence of a lovable woman is enough to enjoy these cold pleasures. They give interest to nothing, they spread a secret charm over this insipid circle of monotonous amusements which usage brings back every day. Women make a conversation where nothing is said, an assembly where nothing is done, more than bearable. They share laughter and merriment around a game table. Beauty, when it is mute, even when it does not think, still interests; it animates everything around. It is Armide who changes the dreadful deserts into laughing groves, into delicious gardens. From this, let us form the idea of a society where we would see the most amiable and witty women conversing with enlightened men about the most pleasant and interesting objects that could occupy beings made to think and to feel. Ah! If those who have no other merit than the amiability of their sex can respond so gently about the business of life, what will it be like for those who, freed from the false shame of appearing educated, without blushing to be more amiable and more enlightened would boldly deploy in an interesting conversation the playfulness of a delicate mind and the graces of a laughing imagination and all the charms of a cultivated reason!

A year earlier, the lawyer Robespierre had also been given as client the Englishwoman Mary Sommerville, widow of Colonel George Mercer, Governor of South Carolina, who had been imprisoned for debt. In his defence of her, Robespierre first and foremost underlined the fact that the Ordonnance de Saint-Germain-en-Laye from 1667 expressly stated that women and girls couldn’t be kept imprisoned. But he also voiced his personal support of this differential treatment between the sexes:

When the legislators introduced this terrible right to throw a man into prison for the non-performance of a civil commitment, I observed that they made it their duty to soften its rigor by a large number of restrictions. One of the main ones was to exclude women; reason and humanity indicated this exception to them; its motives can be discovered by every man made to think and feel. The ease, the inexperience of this sex which would have led it to contract too lightly commitments fatal to its freedom; its weakness, its sensitivity which makes it more overwhelming for the shame and rigor of captivity; the terrible impressions that the apparatus of such constraint must have made on its timid nature; the fatal consequences that it can cause, especially during pregnancy; what will I at last say? The delicate honor of women, which the glare of a public and legal affront irreversibly degrades in the eyes of men, whose tenderness vanishes with the respect they inspire in them; the sacred interest of modesty injured by the violence which accompanies this rigorous path, and the facilities which it can provide to outrage it...

Once we get to the revolution, I have yet to find a place where Robespierre talks about women much at all. Searching for the term ”femmes” in the volumes of Oeuvres complètes de Robespierre covering this period, the most common phrase it shows up in is probably ”women and children,” as in, something good and precious that needs protection against counter-revolutionaries. The two instances I’ve found where he speaks a bit more on women as such are the following:

Women! this name recalls dear and sacred ideas. Wives! this name recalls very sweet feelings for all the friends of the society. But aren't the wives republican? And doesn’t this title impose duties? Should Republican women renounce their status as citoyennes to remember that they are wives? Robespierre at the Convention, December 20 1793, showing his hesitation towards a commission of women that has arrived from Lyon to plead for mercy for their husbands.

You will be there, young citoyennes, to whom victory must soon bring back brothers and lovers worthy of you. You will be there, mothers of families, whose husbands and sons raise trophies for the Republic with the debris of the thrones. O French women, cherish the liberty purchased at the price of their blood; use your empire to extend that of republican virtue! O French women, you are worthy of the love and respect of the earth! What do you have to envy of the women of Sparta? Like them, you have given birth to heroes; like them, you devoted them, with sublime abandonment, to the Fatherland. Robespierre’s report on religious and moral ideas and republican principles, held on May 7 1794

Robespierre is not confirmed to have ever openly advocated for women being granted more political rights in general, like Condorcet and Guffroy in 1790 or Guyomar in 1793, or that married ones deserved to share the right to administration of property with their husbands, like Desmoulins, Danton, Lacroix and Couthon in 1793. However, this is not to say he ever openly spoke against these ideas either. In the third number of his journal Le défenseur de la constitution (1792) Robespierre does however warn about a girondin plot that includes a ”female triumvirate,” seemingly implying he thinks the concept of women in power needs to be side-eyed:

When following the thread of this plot, we arrive at a female triumvirate, at M. Narbonne who, then struck by an apparent disgrace, nonetheless named the ministers; at Mr. La Fayette, who arrived at this time from the army in Paris, and who attended secret meetings with the deputies of Gironde, what vast conjectures can we not indulge in?

The three women Robespierre is alluding to here have been identified as Manon Roland, Sophie Condorcet and Louise de Kéralio-Robert, the latter of which ironically being the same de Kéralio he had welcomed as an honorary member to the Arras academy five years earlier.

Finally, in a notebook he kept in the fall of 1793 regarding measures to be taken, Robespierre has written ”Dissolution of F.R.R” as in the society Femmes Républicaines Révolutionnaires, which would indeed be shut down by the Committee of General Security on October 30, alongside all other women’s clubs. This has however been accepted as part of a bigger pattern of the deputies cracking down on anything that may pose opposition to the government and not a move against women in particular, even if Jean Pierre André Amar, when announcing the dissolution to the Convention, did motivate it in sexist terms.

It’s however hard for me to say if all these factors added together makes Robespierre have an overall conservative or an overall radical view on women. This due to the fact I still haven’t fully discovered what the standard perspective on the topic was for the time for an educated, middle class man. Instead, the concept of women and what they are and are not capable of comes off as deeply controversial, look for example at the aforementioned debate on women’s right to the administration of property, where men with overall similar backgrounds and educations come to fully different conclusions, some arguing women are biologically incapable of handling such things and some that women are born with as much capacity as men and that not letting them enjoy this right would be akin to slavery. Someone could ask for women to more or less be granted the same rights as men only for someone else to suggest women shouldn’t even be taught to read a few years later. The article Robespierre: old regime feminist? (2010), while underlining Robespierre’s suggestion to let women into the academies was met with a lot of backlash (nine out of eleven correspondents disagreeing with his views), also makes sure to state he was nevertheless far from alone in pushing for this integration, and that those who were against it argued less for the notion that women were incapable of learning (the actual amount of well-read ones making it come off as weak) and more that ”they could but they shouldn’t” since they needed to take care of the home and children. All of this makes it hard to say exactly how normal/radical/conservative Robespierre’s views were for the time. I would conclude by saying he deserves a ribbon for neither ”Revolution’s number one feminist” nor ”World’s most raging misogynist.” In his private life, he does however appear to have gotten along well with women, at least we don’t really possess any serious testimony hinting at anything else.

#ok this ended up being about his political views on women anyways hope you don’t mind #but yeah that’s about all i know regarding the subject #robespierre #maximilien robespierre #frev #ask

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gwilymz · 2 years

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filthy f*cking rich -- part one

hey! im back to writing; this is a new fandom im writing for, so im nervous! be gentle with me! i hope you enjoy and i hope some succession fans find this! this is a multi-part series and im not sure how many parts i plan to write, but i realized that im far too detailed as it is, so i had to break it up nonetheless. i also apologize for any errors; i admit i get lazy when it comes to the editing stage!!

Synopsis: You are out at an elite club in NYC and meet a handsome stranger. Smitten by each other, your flirting escalates and important details are left unsaid.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: Lead up to smut, Drug usage (by you and Kendall), Drinking

“Good fucking god, Y/N,” your friend, Amelia exclaimed, as you forked out another fifty to pay for drinks. It was payday, and to say the family you babysitted for was rich would be the understatement of the fucking century. “What does that family do for a living?” She asked, downing the last of her mojito. At 20 dollars a pop, she was savoring every last drop, not that she was paying for any of it.

“All I know is the mom of the kids is divorced to a very wealthy, very guilty businessman. Apparently he makes a fortune, he fucked up the marriage, and he just pays for them to live lavishly. Rava still has a job though, a good one too. Basically, they’re really fucking well off.” You answered, shoving some bills into a poorly-filled tip jar.

“Well good god” She answered, stirring her fresh mojito, not even hearing the clinking of the ice against the frosted glass over the steady house music blasting through her veins, along with the minty rum. “If they need a back up sittr, I’d be happy to work for even half of that. They can put me on retainer.”

You grinned. “It’s a good gig, for sure.” You mouthed a slurred Thank You to the bartender, an attractive man in his mid-twenties, with full lips, and even fuller biceps. His face was rugged looking, peppered with stubble, and he smelled of cleanliness, of musky aftershave and the remnants of sweat, the evidence of which was glistening over his smooth forehead.

“He was hot.” Your other friend, Libby, commented. “I’m self-conscious just being here. The elite scene in New York is just so intimidating.”

You nodded, gulping down a moscow mule; it was just a little something to sip on between shots. “I definitely agree. The key is to just pretend you fit in, even if you really don’t.”

Amelia scoffed. “You do fit in though.” She pointed to your purse, a new Yves Saint Laurent bag you had recently saved up for.

“Not really, and I’ve only worked for Rava for a couple months. Most of this money has gone to rent. Besides, I don’t think you understand just how rich these people are.”

“How rich?” Libby raised her eyebrows, dark brown and perfectly plucked. Her family back home was much more well off than yours, so you were a bit annoyed at her commentary. A pretty brunette from Connecticut, she sported 400 dollar dresses for a casual dinner, and didn’t need to worry about where rent money would come from each month. She still got allowance at 22, a fact which astounded you when you were told.

You sucked your lips in, shrugging. “I mean, it depends. Shall we get some statistics? I mean, I’m assuming all of these dudes in suits don’t struggle for money. They just look so far removed from the world. An average night out for them is hundreds at dinner, the same at the bar, and five times that on coke.” You gestured to a man sitting in a dimly lit corner, hunched over a handheld mirror. The sleeves to his crisp button up were rolled to his elbows, revealing strong, assured forearms. At least 4 rolled up hundred dollar bills were sprawled around the table, and he picked one up, pushing his right nostril in as he bent down to take in the three, fat lines of cocaine expertly striping the mirror. They were long, a clean white.

You didn’t realize how intently you were staring at him until he looked up, eyelids hooded, his hazel irises sleepy, drunk looking, confused and secure all at the same time. He looked as if he was the most comfortable in that state of in between, of knowing exactly what he wanted and what he was doing, but also of the looming terror of not knowing what the fuck would come next. Would he crash? Would he have a sustained high, or would it fizzle out, like it did with the shitty coke, the stuff he got when he put Greg in charge of the drugs?

He smirked at you, and you saw how his pupils grew into black saucers, swallowing the hues of golden brown you could barely make out with the intensity of the purple lights glimmering above him. He glanced down at the tiny baggie of coke, half spilled on the mirror, and tapped his nostril twice, shrugging. His strung out way of asking if you wanted a line or two.

“This is what I mean,” You looked back at your friends, gesturing with your head back at the man in front of you, tucked away in his own little version of heaven, gripping the ground with the soles of his tough leather shoes but simultaneously high, high above everyone else, in his own world, where everything was fuzzy and intense and he always got whatever he wanted because he was always the richest in the room. And now he had money and untethered confidence, the best company a man could ask for.

“What is what you mean?” Amelia looked over your shoulder at him.

“I bet you if I asked this man how rich he was, his answer would shock you.” You answered, clutching your bag as you made your way over to him.

“You can’t ask him that!” Amelia semi-whispered in your ear, looking around as she sat across from him.

“Ask who what?” The man questioned, cutting another line with a heavy looking credit card.

You wouldn’t usually be as forward, but the four drinks in your system brought a newfound confidence along with the semi-slurred speech and flushed cheeks. “You’re rich, aren’t you? Like how loaded would you say you are?”

He pretended to ponder. “I guess, imagine someone who is filthy fucking rich. Like beyond what you could comprehend.” He smirked. His voice was firm but silky, his lips pillowy and red, bitten from his high.

You sat down directly next to him, drawn in by his half-smile, how he carried himself, how he was commanding but oddly off-putting all at the same time. He just looked like trouble, like a scandal, but it made you all the more intrigued.

“And that’s how rich you are?” You asked.

He raised his eyebrows. “No, a lot fucking richer than that,.” He bit his bottom lip, gesturing towards you with his rolled up hundred.

“Cocky, much?” Libby scoffed.

“She asked,” He shrugged, taking the line for himself instead of waiting for your prolonged response. You didn’t love the idea of coke, but he looked fucking hot doing it and you couldn’t believe you found yourself thinking that. He sniffled, wiping the excess powder from around his nose. The remnants of a line peppered the corner of the mirror, and he gathered it with his index finger. “You know, if you’re afraid to snort, you can rub some on your gums. Less scary that way.”

You looked up at him, pondering what to do next. You had never done coke before, but here was an upscale club in New York, a sunken-in green couch, and a sexy, rich guy with a lopsided smile, basically offering up his finger for you to suck on for a free high. Maybe it was against your better judgement, but you grabbed his wrist, pulling his finger to your lips. His eyes locked onto yours, his pupils becoming impossibly larger as he swiped the pad of his finger across your velvety gums.

He smiled, moving his other hand to your knee. The finger that was just in your mouth gathered a small amount of coke on the moistened pad, finding its way to his own mouth for a quick swipe along his gums. Your skirt had ridden up, bunched around your upper thigh. He pretended not to notice, a newer, fresher high pouring from his nose into his head and seeping through the rest of his body as he looked at yours, as inconspicuous as possible.

The high hit you slower than you had expected; your tongue tingled as you watched his lips form into a curious smirk, deepening the creases by the corners of his mouth, where slightly greyed stubble was peppered. You wouldn’t usually allow a random, strung out man touch above your knee at a crowded club, but something about this man was making you erratic, and excessively planted in the firm ground of the present, when your head usually floated more towards the future.

You had honestly forgotten your friends were still here, watching you and the nameless, filthy rich man eye fuck each other as the vibration of the bass seemingly pushed you even closer together.

“I liked that,” He whispered in your ear, moving his hand to grip the soft skin of your inner thigh, still low enough to be acceptable, but flirting along the line of inappropriate, sexual.

“Liked what?” You feigned innocence, flashing him a cute smile.

He rolled his eyes, his breath hot against your cheek as his thumb rubbed circles on your thigh. “My finger in your mouth. Did you like the coke?”

He was as quick to mention it as he was to brush the topic to the back of the room, where your friends had roamed off to, still watching you from afar, awaiting a look for help you felt you wouldn’t need to give them.

“I’m indifferent about it. Never have done it before, and definitely wasn’t planning on doing it tonight either.” You smiled down at your lap, suddenly aware of his stare, its effects burning your cheeks, your hands, in between your legs. He smelled rich and he had that greedy entitlement seeping from his pores, something which usually would have been strongly off putting, but at that moment made you certain that this was a man who got what he wanted, when he wanted it.

“I didn’t mean to peer pressure.” He said, flatly. His thumb and index finger tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Wouldn’t want to corrupt a sweet looking girl such as yourself.” He gave a closed-mouth smile, his thumb swiping against your lower lip, still tingling.

“I don’t mind. It was my choice.” You shrugged, your foot beginning to tap against the wooden floor which was littered with a sticky gunk.

“Atta girl,” He sighed, squeezing your leg, pulling you even closer, bordering on his lap. His pants were molded perfectly to his body, hugging his thighs and stopping right at his ankles. His fingers played with the hem of your skirt, a tight black number you had bought ages ago in your hometown. “This suits you.” His tone was blunt, but you could tell he was trying to say the right thing. It was just unclear as to whether he actually cared about your feelings or if he just wanted to fuck you. There was a slim chance it was both.

“I like the suit.” You pulled on his tie, making his lips near yours; you could smell mint, some tobacco, the faintest tinge of lime. “Looks like you came straight from the office.”

He chuckled. “I’m never out of the fucking office.” He fingered the top button of his shirt, popping it open. “It’s all business, sweetheart.”

“Even this?” You looked up at him through your lashes. “Getting high with me?” You loosened his tie a bit, forgetting you were in a public place, although it felt like it was just you two, breathing each other in, eager to see what would come next.

“Well this is a break. Well deserved.” His hand inched further up your thigh, and you welcomed it, looking around for a quick escape, somewhere a little more quiet.

“What did you do to deserve this?” You teased, pushing his hand further up your thigh. He groaned lowly, raising his eyebrows.

“That’s a good fucking question, because I do nothing but fuck up.” He swiped his thumb over your clothed clit, feeling how wet you were, how ready. “Jesus,” He whispered. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Where exactly are we going?” You asked, fiddling with a button on his shirt, opting to pop it open because you were already this far with him.

“My car, my penthouse, fucking anywhere.” He pulled his hand away from your core, pulling his tie looser in the process. “It’s hot in here. Loud. And I want you.”

Throwing back the rest of your drink, you grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the couch, eager to make his–and your own–wish come true. He didn’t bother to gather the four, rolled up hundreds, or the rest of his drugs, but maybe, you thought, they weren’t his to begin with. You often forgot how in the minds of the elite, everything was theirs, nothing was off limits, and everyone and everything could be bought. “So where will you have me?”

He pondered, or more likely, pretended to. “My penthouse, of course. If I am to choose. It’s nothing special, though.” He winked.

You headed toward the exit at the front, where you had come in, his hand still grasped in your own, warm, inviting, masculine.

“Other way.” He pushed his other hand against your lower back, turning you around. His lips pressed against your ear. “I wasn’t lying about how fucking rich I am. If we go out that door, we’re the headlines in tomorrow’s tabloids.” And then his hand inched lower, over your ass. As he led you out of a hidden exit, blocked off by caution tape, you wondered if this was a good idea, or a march to your own grave. Leaving a bar, drunk and high with a man whose name you didn’t even know seemed to coincide more with the latter.

“What was your name?” You asked, opting for at least a false sense of security. It was better than nothing, after all.

He tore the haphazardly strewn caution tape, his hand still on the small of your back. “I was wondering when you’d ask that. “It’s Kendall.” He conveniently left out the last name; Kendall was sufficient enough, and left out the recognizable aspect, the heavily connoted Roy that either had women throw their drinks in his face or feign interest in him.

It was an interesting name, you thought. Definitely unexpected, but that was like him. You said nothing, not surprised he didn’t ask for your name in return.

The air from outside was crisp, light. And the wind as fast as the trip to Kendall’s apartment building, one of the only residential buildings you had seen in New York to be aptly called a skyscraper. The tension between you and Kendall was palpable as the driver opened the back door for you. The combination of the brisk breeze and the cramped backseat had made your skirt ride up quite a bit, and Kendall was hard, excited as he thought about what would come next, what he would do to you. He was certain the cocaine had worn off, but he still felt high, and that concerned him, just a little. He felt like he was twenty one again, when independence was new, sexuality to be explored.

His apartment door was heavy. That’s what Kendall told you as he pushed you up against it, causing it to slam, the cold echo of metal startling you into his arms. He smiled against your mouth, one of his hands finding your throat. His grip was firm, but he didn’t choke you. Instead he just looked at you, your hair tousled and frizzy, cheeks tinged with a feverish blush, your lips even darker.

Swiping his free thumb over your bottom lip, he pushed it into your mouth, causing you to suck on it instinctively. Your cheeks hollowed, eyes sheepishly meeting his.

Then, with the commanding, firm tone only a man like him could ever get away with, he said, “Get on your knees, now.”

Part Two

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musings re: wren and the wash crew

(not entirely sure how much time passed within that ynhclt montage, but if it’s enough time for wonka’s chocolate to get super popular, it’s enough time for one disillusioned trophy wife to become a solid part of a found family dynamic)

noodle

• the second the events of chapter iii were over, willy went straight to noodle to make sure she was safe and tell her all about their new ally on the way back to scrubbit’s

• in response he received a flat-out “so, you like her,” followed by a few moments in which the only sound came from the cart he was sitting in as it rolled over the cobblestone streets.

• “…huh?”

• “she’s like the birds we saw tonight, like you said, willy. they want to be free, they just need to see that it’s possible.”

• “that’s what i think too.”

• “and you definitely like her.”

• “…huh.”

• anyway wren absolutely adores her

• the three have this oddly delicate thing going on at first-like the way a younger sibling would react when their older one has their first relationship-but it becomes easier over time bc each of them are sort of all the others have

• she sneaks books from felix’s library, which was mostly used for show before she moved in with him, and brings them to noodle

• and then they talk about what they thought, it’s like a little mini book club

• wren would do just about anything for this girl

lottie

• immediate besties

• Girls With Big Sad Eyes™️ solidarity

• they get lunch together all the time following the events of the plot

• and they go on walks and picnics and stuff and are generally adorable

• each of these little dates breaks the previous one’s record for The GabFest Of The Century

• lottie let wren borrow one of her very few outfits while they were hiding her from scrubbit and she repays the favor by giving her half the clothes in her overfilled wardrobe (the result of two straight years of really, felix, i’m sure i don’t need anoth-yes, i know it’s my responsibility to look-this money could really be-i mean, don’t you think we should use what we have to help the p-sorry, my love, i just meant to say-)

• lottie hums folk songs to herself every so often, and every so often wren joins in on a higher harmony; it’s quiet and simple and beautiful

piper

• as luck would have it, wren’s family back home owned a laundry, so the second she takes her first steps into scrubbit’s washroom (willy had told her of their plight by now) she takes on as much work as she can

• in walks the crew, watching stunned as this woman throws off her hat and gloves and blazer and scrub scrubs with the best of em

• completely focused, she doesn’t even notice people coming in until she hears from behind a bemused “oh, the power of privileged guilt”

• she turns and smiles and pushes her hair out of her face. “hi, i’m wren.”

• the woman she’s facing studies her for a moment, then smiles a little, accepts her very soapy handshake, and the rest is history

• before meeting wren, she thought regarding willy’s stories that this actress was just a planted spy he was naive enough to fall for

• but piper benz is very good at reading people, and she sees that this out-of-breath, smudged-makeup, poised-yet-awkward woman is nothing but genuine. as for wren, she thinks piper is the coolest person she’s ever met.

• their minds are on exactly the same level. when i say the banter is OFF THE CHARTS.

• these women would do anything to protect each other and i’m so sure that piper was a big part of wren coming into her own

• i wanna meet natasha so bad you guys

abacus

• similarly to piper, he didn’t trust her immediately, due to her association with the chocolate cartel

• he is, however, a fan of opera (and they eventually bounce references and snippets of melody off each other all the time)

• once she’s been working with them a while, once a foundation has been built, he confesses that he was disheartened to hear of her marriage-that he knew what they’d want with her, that she deserved better, that he “wished the cartel’s schemings hadn’t claimed such a talent”

• this is touching to her, and she apologizes for not doing more to stop them earlier, then tries to explain

• “i think…i think i used to, at least partially, let myself get swept up. both in naïveté and necessity.”

• he’s quiet for a moment.

• “yes. anything for family, of course.”

• she nods, and he continues:

• “i’m the same way.”

• #GiveTheWashCrewMoreTenderMoments2k24

larry

• the weird fellow-ginger-and-theatre-kid cousin she never had

• she and willy are the new kids, the ones who haven’t heard all of his material, and he for one is delighted with these new ears to practice on

• she helps him get his career back off the ground once they’re all free

• every once in a while you’ll turn the corner to find those two deep in conversation about some facet of the arts or other

• then he’ll turn around and twirl his bowtie and you’ll wonder if it was even the same man

• they trade vocal warmup ideas

• not knowing what else to do, he makes a few terrible jokes at fickelgruber’s expense to cheer her up after the events of chapter iv

• and, despite herself, she laughs

willy

• they often stay up for hours and hours, one carding their fingers through the other’s hair, talking in the dark about their dreams and ideas and random facts and memories and whatever pops into their heads

• she writes him songs and he thinks it’s the best thing in the world

• he simply refuses to involve her in a single bit of his advertising, to exploit her in the same way felix did. but he hangs up posters for her shows all over his shop. they’re so proud of each other

• they dance together. a lot. so much.

• mostly waltzes.

• after months of inner guilt over her dreams of his chocolate-dot freckles, wren can barely believe that she now gets to kiss them and kiss them until she has the whole constellation of his face committed to memory

• they’re so ridiculously in love

anyway. THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER AND DEFINITELY KEEP IN TOUCH AFTER THE MOVIE.

FOUND FAMILY. *drops mic*

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Love is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:1613 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.

Chapter 20

Mae listened to Taehyung talk with ARMY while she went through the last of the listings that the realtor sent over. The past week had been busy to say the least. She and Taehyung’s mom, along with the security team the company hired, would spend their days checking out different locations for Wander.

Her nights were late and her days started early. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep in her own bed, but her things were still packed away because she hadn’t had time to do anything.

When Taehyung called a few hours ago he mentioned that he planned to go live. So once again when she found herself awake and stressed in the middle of the night, she decided to turn it on. That was almost two hours ago.

“Everyone,” Taehyung said as Mae finished up her pros and cons list. “Before I end this, we need to have a discussion.”

For the first time since she turned on the live Mae put down her papers and looked at her phone. Just one look into his eyes as he thought of what to say next, Mae knew what he was going to do.

“I’ve read your comments, and I’ve seen your questions.”

“Oh, this should be good.” Mae chuckled, then opened a new tab on her computer to bring up the stream before turning it off of her phone.

“I’m not the only person this involves, and I’m not sure what she’ll feel comfortable with me saying.”

When Taehyung paused to read the fast moving chat, Mae took the opportunity to send him a quick text. “I’m watching. Say whatever you feel comfortable saying.” When he picked up his phone and smiled at the camera, she quickly texted back. “No to whatever just came across your mind. Remember you’re live.”

Taehyung laughed before going back to talking with his fans. “We haven’t publicly come out and said anything. Just as we were getting ready to let everyone know, there was an article released. So let me clear up a few things. I met Mae roughly two years ago through a friend. When I met her she wasn’t with anyone nor was she engaged. She’d ended it with that person before she even came to Seoul a year prior. I’m not going to say what happened between them, that’s not my story to tell. She’d been living in Seoul for almost a year when I met her. I asked her out two months later. She was hesitant at first because of that previous relationship. It took me a few tries before she said yes,” Taehyung snorted.

Mae cocked an eyebrow at the story he was telling. “I think this asshole rehearsed this,” she laughed.

“Our marriage wasn’t a ‘drunken mistake.’ I proposed to her on our one year anniversary.” Taehyung paused and read the chat. “No, I'm not going to tell you how I did it,” he laughed. “I’ll just say this, it involved a picnic and someone we both very much adore carrying the ring. Anyways,” he said, taking a drink. “I’m not really sure what came over us on our trip to Jeju. We were already in the process of planning our wedding for next year. So we weren’t in a hurry. When we walked by the chapel, after our date at the Jazz Club, we both just looked at each other and had the same idea. So we did it. Now for the annulment papers. I’m the one that had them done just in case. I know we both made the decision to get married that day. But Mae, being the independent woman she is, had a few things she wanted to do before we married. We’d discussed that when we first got engaged and I guess while we were in the moment we forgot that. So I went to my lawyer’s and had him fill out the paperwork just in case.” Taehyung adjusted in his seat and sighed. “I’m not a perfect person. Nobody is. Mae was upset with what I did. She had every right to be. If I was in her place I would’ve been too. While she was here we talked and I immediately called my lawyer and had him get rid of it. I don’t know how that person got the information. But I want to officially let you all know that I am married. Mae is a beautiful, kind, loving, goofy woman. She makes me very happy.”

Mae tilted her head and made a mental note to ask him when he came up with all of this the next time she talked to him.

Taehyung read out one of the many questions in chat, “Do I love her? Yes,” Mae’s eyes widened and her heart stopped when she saw the serious look on his face as he stared directly into the camera. “I fell in love with her the first time I saw her. I fell in love with her when the first words she spoke to me were a jumbled mess.”

Mae let out a small laugh and whispered, “Jimin container kimchi mom empty.”

“I fell in love with her the first time she smiled. I fell in love with her the first time she laughed. I fall in love with her more and more everyday.”

She sat there silently and stared into Taehyung’s eyes through the screen. Was he really telling the truth? And why did the thought of Kim Teahyung being in love with her bring butterflies to her stomach and bring a stupid smile to her face?

Mae was pulled out of her thoughts when Taehyung’s laughter filled the silent apartment. “Don’t worry guys, she knows that my heart also belongs to you, ARMY. My heart is big enough to love both of you.”

Mae waited until Taehyung finished his goodbyes and then texted him. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Kim Taehyung.”

It took awhile before he replied, she figured it was because he was giving a manager back their phone. When he did she was cleaning up for bed.

Mae, have you slept yet?

Don’t you weasel your way out of this, Tae. I have a lot of questions.

Haha, I’m not trying to weasel my way out of anything. And I’m taking that as a no. Get some sleep, Mae. It’s late and you get grouchy when you’re tired.

I do not!

Whatever you say, sunshine. Get some sleep and I’ll explain everything later. I promise.

Ugh, fine.

Goodnight, Mae. Have sweet dreams of me.

Mae rolled her eyes and put her phone on the charger before curling up on the couch. Her plan for tomorrow was to get answers and attempt to get her room set up. Or at least arranged so she didn’t have to climb over things to get to her bathroom. It was the only day she didn’t have things planned and the guys were due back in five days.

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ROYAL ASSASSIN ABRIDGED: PRELUDE

My friend Razz wants to understand my shitposting about the Farseer Trilogy, but doesn't want to actually have to read the books, so I'm summarizing them for them (and you)!

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LAST TIME, ON DRAGON BOOK Z: Fitz is a bastard who knows telepathy and talks to animals. He's taught to be an assassin, then goes up to the mountains on a mission and completely fails at it. His uncle tries to kill him. His OTHER uncle gets married.

CAST OF CHARACTERS (holy shit there are so many characters in this book)

THE FARSEERS

Six Duchies royal family, of which several members are now dead. This will include Farseers-by-Marriage (Dead or head-exploded characters will have their own category).

FitzChivalry Farseer: The POV character, Prince Chivalry's bastard. Loyal as a K-Pop stan who still has a BTS McNugget meal preserved in their freezer. He possesses both the Skill (Professor X telepathy) and the Wit (Dr. Doolittle animal chats).

Prince Verity: Currently King-in-Waiting, a lifelong second-in-command who was suddenly thrust into a leadership role when his older brother fucked off to be assassinated. Recently married, super strong in the Skill, does not ask for consent before mind-molesting Fitz.

Queen Kettricken: Recently married to Verity, she came all the way from the Mountain Kingdom to clean up Buckkeep and be miserable because she's used to doing Crossfit in the snow and now she has to sit and pretend to laugh at other people's jokes.

Prince Regal: The sneaky, moustache-twirling evil younger half brother of Verity. He killed like four people at Verity's wedding and tried to murder Fitz with a hot tub, and they just sort of let him get away with it.

King Shrewd: The current king, currently pretty old and afflicted with some kind of wasting disease. Fitz is technically bound to him by a pact he made as a child, but they both kind of ignore that most of the time.

Chade: King Shrewd’s older half-brother on the wrong side of the sheets. An assassin. Lives in the walls. Has a weasel. Came out of the wall into Fitz's room and taught him how to be an assassin. Sort of a father figure, but the kind that yells at you to hold the flashlight steady while he works on the car.

Patience: Chivalry’s widow. Helicopter-parents Fitz whenever he comes within fifteen feet of her. The ADHD champion of the Six ooh is that a book on rare ferns?

NOBLES

Duke Brawndy: Duke of Ripplekeep, a pretty stand-up dude. Father to Celerity and member of the Fitz Fan Club.

Lady Celerity: Has a big ol' fourteen-year-old crush on handsome, virile Fitz. She's pretty okay for someone who was named after a vegetable you put peanut butter on.

Duke Kelvar: Remember him? He finally manned his fucking watchtowers at Neatbay. Fitz fanclub member. Husband to Lady Grace, his young hotness wife whose dog Fitz pulled a fish bone out of.

CASTLE AND STABLE FOLK

Burrich: Fitz's primary father figure, the kind that takes you to football games and Hooters to try to flush the Gay out of you. Stablemaster of Buckkeep, and also has the Wit. Used to be heterosexual life partners with Prince Chivalry. Took several blows to the head last book and seems to be okay.

Hands: Fitz's stablehand friend. He's been relegated to background character.

Lacy: Patience’s serving woman and bestie. Makes lace, nods indulgently and will stab you.

The Fool: Albino freak-teenager with a special interest in cryptids and making up rhymes about farting. King Shrewd's jester.

Justin: Part of the Skill Coterie. Hangs out with Serene most of the time, card-carrying member of the Fitz Sucks and Smells Bad club.

Serene: The only female member of the Skill Coterie. Treasurer of the Fitz Sucks and Smells Bad club.

Carrod: Local fop and member of the Skill Coterie. In this book he mostly sneers at Fitz and says cringe things while everyone else is trying to work.

Burl: Part of the Skill Coterie... is Burl even in this book? I can't remember. Less dumb than you think he is.

Will: Part of the Skill Coterie. Hangs out in shadows and stares fixedly at people.

Molly Chandler: A candlemaker and servant who wants to go back to being a candlemaker. Girlboss. Fitz would buy her bathwater.

Rosemary: Kettricken's page. She's just a little girl. So cute. What's she doing? Oh, she's coloring. Aww.

Wallace: King Shrewd's servant and sometimes healer. One time the Fool calls him Wall's-ass.

Bolt: A guardsman who shows up at the end of the book to punch Fitz repeatedly in the face. I only mention him here because he shows up in the next book as well.

Blade: An older guardsman, Fitz fanclub member.

ANIMALS:

Cub/Nighteyes: A wolf soul-bonded to Fitz. Talks in italics. Possesses the single braincell out of everyone in the entire series.

Sooty: Fitz’s horse. Best mare, perfect cinnamon roll and can do no wrong.

Vixen: Burrich’s dog. Good dog.

Slink: A weasel belonging to Chade.

OTHER NOTABLES:

The Red Ship Raiders: Mongolian Vikings who have been Viking their merry way up and down the coast, burninating villages and kidnapping people to be Forged.

Forged people: Zombies. It's a tiny bit more complicated than that, but you don't find that out for another like, six books, so: they're zombies.

Lady Thyme: A horrible old woman who is really Chade in disguise. The Elderlings: Who are they? What are they? No one knows.

DEAD PEOPLE:

Chivalry: Dead from probably assassination.

Queen Desire: Regal's mom, dead from drug use but Regal THINKS it was assassination.

Rurisk: Dead from poisoning by Regal.

Cobb: Dead from stab by Fitz.

Galen: Dead from Skill-explosion by Verity.

August: Okay he's not DEAD, but Verity Skill-megaphoned him and he went to live on a farm upstate.

Smithy: Went back to his home planet after Cobb hugged him and told him he was a good boy.

Nosy: Went back to his home planet after saving Fitz from dying in a hot tub.

MAGICS (I know magic is not a character, but they do have to be explained somewhere)

The Wit: The ability to “bond” with certain animals and speak with them, as well as sense life force and to do a kind of mental shove at people. You tend to act a little like the animal you’ve bonded to. Witted people are considered gross and animalistic and are run out of town or put to death.

The Skill: Telepathy. Considered the “birthright” of the Farseers. Most people can sense it at least a little, but it takes inborn talent and a lot of careful training to do anything useful with it. Skilling apparently feels awesome but if you give in to the temptation to fully open yourself to it you can get sucked out of your own brain.

NEXT TIME: Part one of Royal Assassin Abridged!

#rote #Fitzchivalry Farseer #robin hobb #ra abridged

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rikeijo · 10 months

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Today's translation #341

Yuri!!! on ICE, DVD vol. 6, Sayo Yamamoto's interview

Part 1.

2014, Sochi Olympics, men single skating, short program. Evgeni Plushenko, because of an sudden accident, withdraws from the competition…. I was watching the competition on site and I wanted to talk to somebody, who I could share all those feelings that I had in me with, so I was wandering around Rostelecom Square alone. The start of everything was the moment when I got a call from a certain producer asking me if there is a show that I'd like to do and if there is, that we should do it together, and on the spot I announced that I'd like to do a figure skating show.

Before then, every time I told somebody that I'd like to do an anime about figure skating, the response that I've got was something like: "Sounds difficult to do, doesn't it?", "Something about school clubs?"… I personally wanted to animate competitions, because I watch competitions and I find them interesting, but I was not understood. At the same time, I was confident that I was trying to create something new that nobody could even visualize. The projects that are easily understood and easily praised with "Sounds interesting!"s, usually are projects that you have already seen somewhere before.

[Notes: This is another version of the same interview, this time from DVD vol. 6 booklet! It has been edited, but most of the text is word for word the same as Sayo's Febri interview.

It's really fascinating for me, how unwilling she was to talk about the show (even after it ended - this DVD went on sale 2017/05/26)... The only interview, where she explained some plot points was her Esu interview. I'm sure many people have noticed how little additional info the creators have ever given away...

Just my personal opinion, but seeing how Mitsurou, who was given the role of a spokesperson, had to diminish the relationship between Y&V a few times, and because of that appeared insincere (You know, drew two men exchanging rings in front of a church -> oh, but it's not about marriage, they are more like clubmates. In Jp fandom, this type of insincerity was bashed even by anti-"fujo-pandering" fans, like: "if you say this now, then why do you even include scenes like that in the first place...?"), I have always been under the impression that Sayo just chose to not talk at all.]

#yuri on ice #yoi translations #yuri on ice translation

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sisitrip · 11 months

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TAG GAME - AU/Trope Generator

Thanks for the tags @energievie and @callivich! I got the wildest combination, but the vibe worked for Mickey being in this world and Ian finding him through the most innocent of circumstances.

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Rules (more or less): use this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.

then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment.

Title: "Fairground Freedom"

AU generator gave me: Arranged Marriage ‎AU

Fic trope generator gave me: Show your characters at a carnival.

Ian Gallagher brings his much older “husband to be” to the local carnival, hoping to take offbeat, romantic pictures for their upcoming engagement party.

Ian's engagement is an arranged marriage scheme Ian’s mother (Monica) cooked up without telling him. Ian thinks he’s marrying someone he happened to meet while out clubbing with his mother. In reality, Monica had arranged their “chance” meeting. Easily persuaded by Monica, Ian allows the relationship to progress and accepts the man’s marriage proposal because, as Monica states, “you need someone solid, stable and mature” to help manage his life.

Ian brings his fiance to a shooting booth, manned by Mickey Milkovich. Their connection is instant. Mickey lets Ian shoot, and the elusive “hard” targets frustrate Ian almost as much as Mickey’s teasing, yet alluring banter.

Engrossed in the pursuit to win and spurred on by Mickey’s sexy baiting, Ian’s quixotic pursuit empties his pockets, but keeps him in the company of Mickey.

Last dollar spent, Ian leaves the booth, but is followed by Mickey around the carnival, making it a cat and mouse game that Ian’s fiance is oblivious to.

To Ian’s delight, Mickey shows up at the ring toss, skee-ball, dunk tank and kissing booth. Ian becomes increasingly besotted by Mickey.

Ian’s fiance, bored and done with indulging Ian’s “immature need to play”, goes off in search of more adult fare in the maze of tents. Ian reluctantly follows, bidding Mickey a reluctant goodbye.

In the tents, which are shadowy, Ian gets separated from his fiance and finds Mickey putting on a display of knife throwing. Once the demonstration is over, the crowd moves on allowing for a “moment” between Ian and Mickey. After, Ian reveals that he’s getting married mostly because his mother thinks he needs someone like his fiance - older, stable and most importantly, a person who can help manage his bipolar condition. Mickey encourages Ian to do what makes him happy and not settle for what his mother thinks is best for him. Ian leaves Mickey, feeling very conflicted.

Ian finds his irritated and dismissive fiance outside of the maze of tents. Dazed by his encounter with Mickey, Ian realizes that he is making a life choice that he doesn’t want. They have a rough conversation during which Ian finds out the true nature of their “arrangement” and he ends their engagement. The fiance leaves Ian at the carnival and he feels nothing but relief.

Mickey finds Ian outside the fairgrounds and offers him a ride home. Ian accepts the ride and on the way Mickey reveals the carnival is moving in the morning and tells Ian where their next stop will be (neighboring town). They take an inordinately long route to Ian’s home, enjoying the ride and each other. They stop and have another moment before watching the sunrise. Mickey doesn’t ask Ian to come visit, but hints he wouldn’t hate seeing him again. They part, convinced they’ll never see each other again.

Ian confronts Monica about her machinations and she confesses that she was also hoping to secure her future through the marriage. Apparently Ian’s now ex-fiance was going to bankroll a business venture of hers.

Upset, Ian decides that he needs to have agency in his life and decides his first step is to go no contact with Monica which hurts, but is necessary. He leaves her, feeling hopeful about his future for the first time in a long time.

Mickey’s working his gun booth at the carnival, sullenly engaging with players. He’s missing Ian. While he’s resetting the targets, someone calls his name. He turns and Ian’s standing at the booth, grinning at him. Ian tells Mickey he’s there because he’s finally doing what makes him happy … seeing him.

Fin.

This was a lot of fun. Tagging @annatrow @goodkwuestion @loftec @silvanshadow and anyone else who wants to take a stab at this exercise.

#writing advice #gallavich

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