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lyomeii · 2 years

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a darling not loving him anymore

->warnings: yandere themes, death mention, reader is at first blind loving this man, angst, comfort(?)

-> request by anon! We don't get enough of Claude(From WMMAP) so here's the scenario I've been thinking for awhile. Reader is someone that's a daughter from a high positioned noble who wanted his love more than anything. (This happened after diana died) The reader doesn't care that he killed someone, she just wanted his love! But after seeing that Claude hated her guts, she left and found a sweet and loving fiancé. Now when she left, Claude felt something, Emptiness.. Now his obsession kinda grew..

->a/n: uhhhhhhhh! love that idea anon ;) seeing this type of tropes always bring myself up and not to mention how satisfactory is too see the male character fall in love with the mc after she leave him! AHHH! sorry, just to anxious and happily to write it ;) also no more posting til Monday since i be doing tests and then playing overwatch

-> the news of the emperor getting married reach the nobles and public ears, both surprised of such event since his lovers death years ago, so that made many people curious to find out who is the luck person to marry the emperor

-> and that person is you, a daughter one of the greatest general the empire, know as a sweet woman who deeply care about everyone and is often seen helping those in need, a unexpected but perfect match to Claude, yet he doesn’t see that way

-> he only married you for two obviously reason, your father asked him to do that in order to protect his precious daughter from older men praying in you and the other one is the amount of the people irritating him to get married to a noble lady, so yeah, he doesn’t see you in the same way you see him

-> the way your eyes almost become a heart shaped when he is in your view, your hugs when you are both alone, the beautiful robes you gave him in honor to his first love and spending time with his daughter to get know them better

-> to the servants at the palace is easily noticeable how deep is your love toward Claude and Anathasia, yet they also noticed how the emperor doesn’t really care about your presence at the palace, in fact, in recently times, he start to avoid you all costs

-> when you are taking care of Anathasia and asked to a nearby servant to ask Claude to play with his daughter with you, they quickly answer that the emperor is busy with his works, at first, you seem to believe them

-> however, as times goes, you start noticing how you stop seeing your husband anywhere and in those rare cases you manage to catch a glimpse of him, Claude is far away and playing with your stepdaughter, you felt a mixed of feelings

-> at first, you are happy that he is finally spending time with his daughter and he looks joyful! Yet, you feel sad to not be part of it and as much you want to talk about it with your husband, he still ignoring you everyday, and not even letting you spending time with Anathasia anymore

-> without much option to do, you ask Felix about your husband’s actions in the past few days and well, it did open your eyes to realize how Claude feel about you, the knight tried his best to use better words to describe what the emperor feel about you, but the damage was done, you realize that you were nothing to Claude and that will never change

-> feeling horrible, you decided to go into a divorce, as much that sound a terrible end to a noble lady married to the emperor, you finally felt happy, knowing that maybe one day someone will truly love you the same way you loved Claude

-> the last time you had a proper conversation with your ex-husband was the day he signed the divorce and let you go back home with your belonging, speaking how much Anathasia missed you and asked him what will happen to you if you left her

-> even loving the little girl, you said goodbye to the palace, promising to never return to this place and finally going back home, where you cried to yourself to sleep for being such idiot to think that Claude loved you

-> the gossips about the divorce was quickly spread by the commoner, yet many didn’t seem to be angry at the previous empress, some of them told many others how the emperor coldly treat his wife during her time at the palace, others spoken how he ignore her every moment and treated her as a stranger

-> yet, the gossips about the divorce of their emperor were stopped after months when they receive a new that made them happy, the sweet woman, once the empress has finally engaged a man who is consider her the gorgeous woman in the world, the lucky man is none than Rogers Alpheus

-> once again, the empire become festive knowing that the poor noblewoman has finally find her true love, not suffering more pain coming from the cold emperor

-> in the other hand, Claude felt emptiness, with you away from the palace, he though he would become happier with Anathasia, yet he miss your presence

-> your hugs, laughs and smiles, those were what brought joy inside the cold palace, and his daughter was happier when you were live with them, but he only noticed it too late and now you are gone from their life

-> the servants notice his attitude change and all of them knew the reason why, he was invited to you wedding with Duke Alpheus, Rogers gave the invitation himself as a respect, but asked to the blonde not coming since that will bring down your joyful behavior

-> and Claude agreed with the Duke, when the wedding happened, he didn’t participate but he waited in the shadows to see your face after you left the cathedral and was worth it

-> you dressed in the most elegant white dress with a bouquet full of beautiful flowers, and how your expression only show happiness with your new husband standing next to you while the guest congratulate the new couple

-> that’s the opposite of your previous wedding with him, the only person present was the priest who made you two married, the dress you wore was simple and he was wearing his usual clothes, still you were so happy to married him, but now you are marry to that man

-> not for long though, Claude will find his way to the top and bring you back home, where you will spend your life with his and your sweet daughter

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yunietunie · 7 months

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Hi Yunie🖤

I hope you're well and in peace :), if you're comfortable and willing, could I please get a fic/hc/drabble with Alejandro Vargas x f!reader (nsfw)??

I saw idea in the One Piece Fandom of the Ex!Husband, Alejandro as an Ex!husband who is very much still all over his Ex!wife reader.

You can throw in the jealousy/possessive trope and whatever else you'd like, I'd like you to write this in a way you're led to but I will not be mad if they're both so into each other despite not being together and it it ends with them both and their glaring breeding schmink and a makeup, I'll humbly accept.

If you're not cool to write any part of this or this as a whole, that is entirely okay.

I appreciate you for accommodating me, take care of yourself love🥀

Never Again.

[nsfw]

A/n: based on a request for Alejandro and reader being exes, hope you enjoy :).

Alejandro wanted something different, bringing the end to the relationship. A mission would bring close proximity, something he never thought would happen. He couldn’t still love you, could he?

F!reader, exhusband!Alejandro, light angst, smut, MDNI, 18+, pnv, unprotected!sex

Based on request.

Let’s give a little backstory, yeah? You and Alejandro were married and together for quite some time. You’d accompany each other on missions, making sure the other would come out safe. Your love was strong between yourselves.

“Mi amor, do you think we can talk about something?” Alejandro asked as you two sat on opposite sides of the dinner table, eating.

“What is it?” You responded in a sweet voice, setting down your utensil, looking up into his brown eyes.

“Well… I was thinking. Because we’ve been together for so long we could…” He trailed off, letting his sentence hang in the air for a moment. He looked hesitant to say anything because he already knew your thoughts on this topic. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“...We could start a family?” Alejandro said with a small fond smile after finishing the question. You frowned and shook your head, crossing your arms.

“No, and we’ve already talked about this, Vargas.” You replied. You’d use his last name as a way to say to him you were done with the conversation, or to tell him you were frustrated.

“I'm not ready for that.” You would add on, attempting to justify and “seal the deal” so he couldn’t ask about it anymore. Every time he’d ask about starting a family, it only grew in more and more tension between the two of you. A little hole in your heart would tear open each time, knowing the two of you wanted something different.

Starting a family and settling down was a huge part of a relationship, and as you thought of it at the time, a major strain. Every time he’d casually ask about it, the more you could feel yourself distancing yourself from him, because you didn’t desire what he wanted. He’d keep pushing and pushing, you keep taking a step back.

That’s when you’d find yourself filing for divorce in an office building, sitting once more on opposite sides of the table. He looked sad. He loved you, you were his purpose, the love of his life. Everything. He was the same to you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart break in half that this was the reason that broke you two apart. You looked away, shamefully from him, barely composing your poker face.

A few months would fly by where you’re living in your own apartment building, just outside of the base.

You’d groan as the alarm clock rang to wake you up from your sleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you picked up a polaroid of the two of you at your wedding, a sigh escaping your mouth. You’d question every morning since that day if you made the right choice.

Setting the picture down, you stretch your limbs and stand up. Going to the bathroom to ready yourself for work. Brushing your teeth, looking at your face, tidying your hair, putting on your uniform.

Then heading to base in your dinky car. The two of you would avoid glances, refuse to answer each other when in meetings, cross by hallways with strange auras. However, there were times when you caught him staring at you while training or when you went to the canteen to grab a bite to eat. A sour expression on his face whenever male recruits would be flaunting over you. He seemed… Jealous almost?

“What? You’re putting us both on a mission?” You protested towards your general. Alejandro looked displeased, as if he didn’t want to go.

“I don’t care about your differences. This is a dangerous man and I need you both.” The general said as both of you stood next to each other, ready to continue arguing. But you shut your mouth, sighing in response which gave your general a green light to continue his explanation.

“His name is Andrea Enza, he’s been part of the cartel and has some AQ affiliation. We’ve finally got some intel on him from a third party. I need you two to go in, undercover, get information and get out. However, if a problem arises, you will have orders to neutralize the target.” Your general said, leaning back in his chair, a slight creak escaping it after he finished the scenario.

You glance over at Alejandro who hasn’t said a word this entire interaction. It made you question. What was he thinking about?

“Where does he usually go?” You asked your general quietly while returning your gaze down at the files.

“An erotic dance joint, downtown.” He responded with an uneasy tone. Alejandro would mutter something in Spanish with some irritation behind it. Shit. Well, you know what that means. In missions like these, you usually go alone but because of how high the threat level was, he had to send in someone else. However, it was your ex-husband Alejandro, joining you this time.

An exhausted sigh leaves your mouth as you were the first one to leave your general's office, getting ready for the mission. Thousands of thoughts ran through your head. Why didn’t Alejandro protest this? And what did he say under his breath? What were his thoughts?

Soon after, Alejandro entered the weapons locker where you were gathering your own things. A huff escapes your lips.

“Vargas.” You said as a greeting, but more stern intent. He didn’t say anything. It kind of made you heartbroken that he didn't respond to you or when he’d ignore you in the hallway. You couldn’t help but miss him terribly, but it seems he moved on from you. Or so you thought.

Alejandro grabbed his things and exited the weapons locker. Soon after you left, you had a robe on top of your promiscuous outfit, not revealing it yet. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes bore into your back when you were the first one to enter the car, him following soon after.

The ride is silent. You looked out the window, enchanted by the city lights in the dark sky, illuminated by stars.

“So, you and that recruit, huh?” Alejandro broke the quiet ride, a hand on the steering wheel. Turning your head to look at him. You didn’t expect him to just say that. What was he doing?

“Yep.” You’d respond back with your arms crossed over your chest. You could see his jaw clench at that confirmation. He cleared his throat, then again, silence. To be honest, the only reason you were with that recruit was to fill your torn open heart. This mission was going to be hard.

“I don’t want you talking to him. He’s new and needs to learn, not to be coddled.” Alejandro responded in his normally raspy voice. This made an eyebrow raise on your face once more. You were surprised. He wanted you to stay away from someone? Was he… jealous? No, no. If he was, he would’ve said something about it. Right?

“And if I don't?” You challenged his comment, you looked directly to the side of his face.

“Forget I said anything.” Alejandro said as his jaw and hand clenched as he brought his main focus back on the road. He seemed frustrated, consumed, even. What a strange interaction…

What seemed like forever, you finally arrived at where Andrea would be. The tension is so thick in the car, you’d need a knife to cut it. You stepped out, closing the door and heading in first. Alejandro follows in to go listen to Andrea. His suit is clean and sharp looking, a mask over his face to cover his identity.

When Alejandro walked in, he noticed that you were starting to walk backstage.. His eyes search the club over the flashing lights so he could slip in with other guards around Andrea. And he did just that, easily finding a way in, listening to what they were all discussing.

“Oh are you the new girl for the night?” A sweet voice from behind you rang. This girl was so beautiful. And she was in a revealing outfit. To be fair, it was a strip club. She gave a friendly smile and put a hand on your shoulder to guide you backstage to get pampered before heading on there.

A wave of embarrassment flushed over your face, hoping that Alejandro wouldn’t be in there to see you perform. As you took off the robe, you felt a cool breeze hit almost every surface of your delicate skin. A slight shudder escaped and goosebumps filled your body.

“Hey, be careful of the man up front. He’s been taking girls home. I heard it’s not a good experience.” The same girl you met earlier said in a hushed whisper. She seemed worrisome for your safety and any of the other girls.

“I.. don't really know how to perform.” You admitted as you looked yourself up and down your own body. The girl gave a reassuring smile as she stood behind you.

“Stick with what you think would be best. I promise no matter what, you’ll be a hoot.” You give a warm smile in response to her words. Then you walk to the stage and grab a pole, walking around it slowly with your hand on it. You looked to be in your prime, feeling confident, not caring what eyes were on you.

As soon as you touched the pole, Alejandro’s eyes never left your body, or your face. He was enchanted by the sight. How he missed touching your soft skin.

“Did you hear me?” Andrea said to Alejandro. He fluttered his eyes for a moment and cleared his. Alejandro’s eyes wandered throughout the club, his blood boiling when he noticed the dozens and dozens of perverted gazes on you.

“No, sorry. What was it you said?” Alejandro responded, whipping his head towards Andrea. He felt his throat run dry.

The music was loud, you couldn’t tell what they were discussing, but you knew it had to be intel. You wrap a leg around the pole, and swing your body around it gracefully. You were almost getting the hang of it.

“I’d like that girl.” Andrea said as he looked at you to Alejandro. This only made him more irate.

“I’d take her home, treat her like a princess. I bet her body would tremble under my touch.” Andrea would continue before leaning in his seat a little more forward to get a better look at you. Alejandro felt his chest get heavier as he tried to control himself. He didn’t want some man talking about you like some toy. Especially a man such as this.

“I’d want to put my hands all over her body.” Andrea said as he gripped his own knee.

“She’s taken.” Alejandro responded with a grit in his voice.

“What do you-” Before Andrea could respond, Alejandro already cut him off with a right hook to the side of his face. Panic spread through the cub as civilians started to pour out the building. Some cartel members filling in their places. Other girls left the stage, leaving you alone. You had to make a choice. Taking your heels off, you lunged off the stage and ran towards Alejandro and Andrea.

You keep Andrea pinned to the floor as Alejandro took out the cartel members easily with his weapon. Bullets flailed around the two of you as you took cover behind a flipped table. Returning to you, he placed handcuffs and zipties on Andrea, forcing him out of control. An audible grunt leaving his mouth.

Alejandro took off his suit jacket and placed over top your shoulders to cover you. He stares at you for a second and dismisses his feelings. He gets Andrea on his feet and drags him out of the club and into the car you’d take back. You followed behind Alejandro and got in the passenger seat while Andrea sat in the back.

Andrea seemed to mutter words towards you, slowly inching closer to you.

“Cállate.” Alejandro growled while he looked in the rearview mirror then back to the road. The engine roared with life when he turned the key. When you arrived back, two men from your unit escorted Andrea to a holding cell. Alejandro drove the car to the parking garage where the other cars for the base would be. Silence fell once more as he turned the key, killing the engine.

He looked like he wanted to say something. But he was hesitating. You turned your body in your seat towards him.

“Listen…” He began as he sighed and turned towards you, looking at his hands then up at you.

“Can we… talk?” He finished while looking at you. He’d fidget with his gloves. You nodded in response.

“I know you moved on and everything. But I miss you, mi amor.” Alejandro said with a type of airy whisper. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“But you ignore me, or don’t respond to me when I talk to you.” You said to him a whisper yourself, trying to figure it all out.

“That’s because I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me.”

“I think about you every night when I go to sleep. Every time I see you at work, every time I see you training. I think about our marriage and how we could’ve done things differently. I really do miss you, amor.” Alejandro admitted with a slight gleam in his eyes, hoping you’d reciprocate his feelings. In truth you did, you missed him. His scent, his voice, when the two of you would do everything together. But he wanted something different than you.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you for a family.” Alejandro continued as he placed a hand on your cheek. He knew just how to touch you to make your stomach do leaps.

“I.. miss you too. And… I shouldn't have thrown away your idea.” You coerced to him in a whisper as you looked up at him with your doe-eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

“And… I wouldn’t mind starting one, as long as I’m with you.” You continued. You missed him terribly. You wanted to be with him again. Wanting to make this relationship work once again. He’d give a small warm smile in response.

“Can’t wait, mi amor.” He responded. The jacket he gave you slipped off of your shoulders, revealing your skimpy outfit to him again. His eyes darted to your body, especially to your chest. A hotness spread over your face as you realized where his gaze went.

“Can I… Can I have you again?” He’d ask for your permission while his prying eyes wandered to each inch of your skin, then back up you for your response. A hand slithered on your waist. Your breath hitching in your throat. A nod in response was all he needed to push himself into the back seat, holding a hand out for you to take him. You take it, he pulls you towards him. For a base car, it was quite spacious back there.

He sits in the middle seat, eager to start with anything. You get on your knees, you back pressed against the back of the middle console of the car. You unzip his jeans and his cock whips out, twitching already. It has been hard since he saw you on the stage performing, he’s just been hiding it pretty well.

He looks down at you with desperation as your soft hands would lace themselves around him. Your soft fingers would circle around his tip, it was already leaking with precum. You stroked his shaft, he leaned his head back on the seat headrest.

“Mierda… I missed your hands.” Alejandro said in a husky tone as he looked back down at you. PLacing a hand on top of his thigh, you fasten the pace. His breaths become more ragged and hoarse. Putting your hand lower on his cock, your tongue found its way to his sensitive tip, earning a grunt from him.

It wasn’t long before your pretty lips wrapped around his cock and his hand was filled with your hair. He’d guide your pace, making sure to fuck your throat nice and deep. Pushing your head to frisk his cock in a way he remembered. You whined on his cock which only made him want to push you down with more force.

Tears began to prickle your eyes, your tongue swiveling around his sensitive skin. He was panting and groaning by the time like some wolf in heat. His pace quickened when his grip tightened around the roots of your hair. Mascara running down your face. He placed his free hand on your cheek, caressing the skin slightly as he looked down at you in a loving way.

“You’re so pretty like this.” Alejandro purred then wiped away some of your ruined make-up to the side of your face. Rolling his head back, Alejandro gave soft moans, continuing to guide your head at his pace. He was getting close.

Your whines and moans are muffled by his cock in your mouth, deepthroating you. In honesty, you missed how hard he’d fuck every hole in your body, a wet spot forming between the lace of your outfit, dribbling down your thighs.

One last push down of your head, he released his cum into your throat, some seeping out of the corner of your lips. He would stay like that for a little, trying to catch his breath before he slid himself out of your messy mouth.

“Swallow.” Alejandro told you, his finger resting under your chin. You did as you were told, swallowing his seed down your bruised throat.

Mixed with your drool and his cum, he pulled you into a kiss. Hands roaming on your body once more. He loved watching your make-up run, and he was going to make sure it wasn't the last of it for tonight.

Alejandro lifted you onto his lap so that you could straddle his hips, sitting on top of them. His rough and calloused fingers brushed around your skin again, exploring your waist. Gliding his fingers softly under your outfit just before taking the top portion of it off.

“I would’ve killed everyone in the club for staring at you.” Alejandro said in a seductive velvety tone as he looked to your eye level, his hands never leaving your body. Aas your top was now off, your chest was exposed to him. He let his warm mouth coddle your hardened nipple. His teeth make a small nibble to it, you whimper at the feeling and twitch to the pain. Swirling around your sensitive nipple, Alejandro already began to slip under your bottom portion to the side of your slick folds.

He could practically feel how wet he made you, the heat radiating off your damp pussy. How long has it been since you had him in you? Days, weeks, months. It drove you up a fucking wall if he were to ask you. You wanted to tell him how you thought of his destroying you from the inside out. To be manhandled.

Continuing to look up at you as he teased your chest, he slipped a finger into you, pumping it slightly while curling it. His fingers covered in your juices as you mewled to the feeling of both pain and pleasure. Alejandro gave the same attention to your other tit, his finger added another and stayed at a soft pace. He knew just where to touch you to become putty in his hands.

Occasionally, he’d reach up with his mouth to kiss you, his tongue finding a way to fight with yours. His free hand fell onto your waist, to keep you grounded on his lap. His cock would rest against your lower abdomen, twitching and pulsating against your skin.

“Please.” He took his mouth of your damp lips. “Please let me fuck you.”

Another nod left your body as you trembled. He took his fingers out of you and placed them in your mouth. You’d suck your own juices off while you looking at him. Taking them away after, both hands gripped onto your waist, lifting you up just above him. You put your hands on his shoulders.

Then you felt him splitting you open like he did before, months ago. You threw your head back when you felt your hips drop down on top of him. Adjusting to him again, your body started to move on their own. Pulling yourself up and down on top of him as little moans and sighs escaped your mouth. Alejandro grunted, his hands touching your tits again, cupping them.

You could feel his tip smother itself against your cervix, making your walls clench down on him even more. A trail of hot kisses placed on your neck before Alejandro grasped your hips and began to fuck up into you.

”Lo estás haciendo tan bien.” He whispered into your ear, his hips slamming into you. You’d wail and writhe on top of him, your head falling to his shoulder. Tears threatened to escape your eyes again while he fucked into your needy hole, tearing you apart. His groans become more frequent with each thrust into you, bruising your insides.

“Please–Alejandro, I can’t..”

“Words, mi amor. Use your words.” He replied with an airy breath. You couldn’t even get a proper sentence out with a moan interrupting it. Your eyes begging for release as his thrusts became more vigorous. He was balls deep into you and he wasn’t going to stop until you spoke to him in your pretty voice. Another round of tears expelled from your eyes, mascara trailing down your cheeks.

“I'm going to cum.” You finally managed to get out with a mewl behind it, your grip on his shoulder tightened. He had a cocky smirk as he looked at you, his sighs never wavering from his throat. Your eyelids began to slump, the knot in your lower stomach.

“Where do you want it?” Alejandro asked you as your walls tightened.

“Inside.” You responded in a plea, he gave a raised eyebrow, his hips never giving you a break. You nod in reassurance, giving you a smirk in return. He bit his bottom lip and gave a hoarse sigh. You came around his cock, moaning his name loudly, a few whispers as he let your orgasm ride out.

With a few more rigged thrusts, he stuffed his cock deep in you, filling you up. An exhausted growl escaped his lips as he looked down at your trembling body. His cock still twitching within you. Alejandro made sure to stay with you like this with him buried within you, making sure to breed you. Seed would seep out of your messy cunt, leaking between your thighs. His grip on your waist lightened while looking at you with a satisfied smirk.

“You’re not going to leave me again, are you Mi Amor?”

“Never again.”

#cod mw2 #mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #smut #los vaqueros #18+ content #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare x reader #alejandro mw2 #light angst

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flaneur001 · 22 days

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CW- talks about mental health, child neglect, random character analysis and unnecessary deep diving into little details (lol)

Whitney Theory Time~

I went down a little rabbit hole pertaining to Whitney’s oral fixation. I have known that when something is brought attention to constantly during any story, then it’s not a simple coincidence. I feel like (how Sydney said in the library) that Whitney has a lot going on. And it’s probably not good. I feel like their back story will be very angsty and sad.

So as someone who has studied psychology for a while, I found this…and I feel like I hit the nail on the head (for those morbidly curious like me this is Freud’s theory on oral fixation…and yeah don’t judge me for going all Freudian analysis on Whitney/silly)

So chances of our Whit being a neglected child are very high. But from their general appearance in the game (m!whitney wearing a blazer and f!whitney wearing a long school skirt. Both items are on the costlier side in game) I feel like they come from a well off family? the general hate towards the privileged people they hold, points to either them living a life of privilege but they are so miserable they want to escape? (Tbh their whole schtick sometimes gives rich kid doing all kinds of weird stuff trying to get attention from their absentee parents trope)

Or maybe used to be a part of a well off family? I feel like they are not being able to cope with the sudden change in their lifestyle if this is the case. Thus are trying to sell this fearless image of themselves.

And Is it just me or do you find it weird too that although Whitney is sent to detention Leighton almost never does anything to Whitney besides scolding? I feel like they do come from a powerful background. Otherwise why would all these lackeys follow them around?! And they own a phone to top it all off. I know all the other NNPCs have a phone too but amongst the LIs only Whitney (and Avery) owns a phone?!

The lowkey neurotic and manic tendencies they have towards PC also screams of separation anxiety. (Ahem collection of stuff toys?) For example, them needing to control PC at all times. Their love stat going high only when PC willingly chooses to act on their every whimsical/cruel wishes, them wanting to tattoo their name on PCs face of all places, not being able to be more open/ vulnerable with PC because they feel that PC might leave them.

And their dismissal event also shows just how much their image matters to them, and why they crave to be in control. This is yet another trait they share with Avery, when on low dominance, you can see how humiliated they get whenever PC fights back with them. Add insecurity about looks on top and viola, you have some deep childhood issues (I love complex fully fleshed characters so much)

Also the not being sufficiently fed during nursing part (I’m referring to the picture above) makes me think that the Headcanon about their parents being divorced and maybe their mom moving out at a very young age, seems like a possibility. Hence Whitney not being able to withstand emotional cheating seems like a result of that (I’m just spitballing here…)

So yeah. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. I feel good after hyperfixating about a fictional character.

[Bonus Angst Headcanon] I like to imagine, if it indeed turns out that Whitney lives in some mansion with their dad, and their mom left when they were young, why do I get a feeling that their mom left them/ said goodbye to them near the water fountain on a rainy day. Them just staring into the fountain with a solemn mood, feels like there is a definite reason behind it. Or maybe they used to come to the fountain and make wishes with their mom? (Yes I like to torture myself with sad thoughts)

#ashe writes #random thoughts #degrees of lewdity #whitney dol #dol #whitney the bully #rambles

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch. 9: Missing firsts📲 ✍️

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x ex-wife!Reader (Call sign: Red Queen)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: a new meaning of the 'there was one bed' trope, mentions of death, abandon, sad feelings, Jake guilty era continues... and Beau Cyclone Simpson.

Masterlist on pinned

There’s a tingling feeling in your heart when you read the words ‘our son’. You shouldn’t feel like that; you know it. But Liam is happy because he gets to see his dad at last—that’s something you can’t ignore.

If he’s happy, you’re happy.

Your mom has been asleep for at least one hour, extremely tired after all the driving she has done today. You tiptoe to Liam’s room, which is actually your room because you didn’t expect your mom and baby to appear out of the blue. They were supposed to be here tomorrow. And Charlotte had clear instructions: never bring Liam to Top Gun.

But Jake has always been in Charlotte’s heart. She thinks that Jake had a good reason for getting a divorce. Maybe your mom thought that bringing Liam to Top Gun would make Jake regret every single second he had been away from you and ask for forgiveness. You don't know why she is still trusting him. You also assumed that he had a reason for leaving your life and that once the problem that had caused him to leave was resolved, he would return, explain everything, and you would be happy ever after with the son who was growing inside you.

He never came back. And by the looks of it, he’s not going to give you an explanation, either. It’s okay. You don’t need to know. You honestly don’t want to know. Knowing the reason might ease the relationship between you two, and you can’t allow yourself to fall for this guy again.

Again? As if you had ever stopped feeling something for him.

And if those feelings had faded away during the last two years, seeing him lying down in bed with Liam sound asleep over him, his face hidden in the crook of his dad’s neck, doesn’t help a lot.

That’s the image of a loving father.

“I can’t move,” he whispers, kissing Liam’s head. “Not that I want to.”

You smile a bit, walking closer to the bed, and lie down next to him. “It’s funny because I never thought this would be your reaction after meeting Liam.”

“You thought I’d leave?”

“Honestly?” He nods. “Yeah, I thought you’d leave again. But your dad instincts took control over your body.”

Jake sighs, hugging Liam closer. “You know I’ve always wanted to have a family.”

“That’s why I named him Liam.”

“Thank you for that.”

There’s a silence after his words. It’s not awkward. Silences have never been awkward with him.

“You told him who I was.”

“Every kid deserves a dad, Jake.” You grab Liam’s hand, his tiny fingers closing around yours. “And you’ve always been a good man to me.”

“Until I wasn’t.”

“You’re never gonna tell me why you left me, right?”

“I can’t, Red. I literally can’t. Just… Just know that if I had a choice in the matter, I would have stayed with you. Always.”

You shake your head. “Let’s not talk about that.”

“Tell me about Liam. What does he like?"

“Well, he likes planes,” you chuckle.

“Guess that’s in his blood.”

“Yeah… He likes cars. But not cars in the sense of automobiles. The movie Cars.”

“Tell me his favorite character isn’t Mater.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.”

He groans. “That’s Rooster's favorite character.”

You bit your lip. “Why do you know that?”

“We watch a lot of movies with Payback’s kids.” He confesses, grabbing the blanket and covering Liam’s body. You help him, making sure that Liam’s arms stay under the blanket, but he moves them again, one grabbing Jake’s hair, the other searching your hand. “Sweet baby.”

“Yes, he is. He also likes chocolate. Bluey. Dogs, of course. And his grandma.”

“I also love his grandma.”

“I swear, if she was younger, you would have married her.” You joke, trying your best not to laugh.

“I don’t know. Your father would have come from death and killed me.”

“Oh, yeah. They loved each other so much.”

“Are you… seeing someone? Because explaining why the father has suddenly appeared will be interesting."

“No… It’s kinda hard to date when you're a single mom. I don’t even have time to read a book; how am I supposed to date?”

“It’s bad that a part of me is glad that you’re single?”

“It is. Are you single?” You close your eyes and mentally facepalm yourself for asking that question. Why do you care?

“It’s kinda hard to find someone to date when you had the perfect woman in front of you and had to let her go.”

A tear slides down your face. Fucking idiot, why does he say things like that? “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“No, no, please. I’ll shut up, okay? Stay here.”

Something tells you to leave. That you should go and sleep on the sofa, creating the distance you need right now.

You are proud of yourself for being a very strong woman. Always doing the right thing, following the rules, thinking before acting.

But if the world ended in this exact same moment, this bed is where you'd like to be.

"Was it Valentine's?" He asks, somehow closer to you, his breath tickling your skin.

"What?"

"When we made him."

"Oh. Yeah, it was on Valentine's."

"So his birthday is in November?"

"14th"

"Nine months exactly?"

"A perfectionist"

"Just like his mama." You both say it at the same time, and Jake's laugh makes Liam stir in his sleep.

"Mama?" He raises his arms, looking for you.

"Shhhh, baby. Mama's here. Wanna sleep with Mama?" Liam nods, and Jake moves him, so he is now lying down in between the two of you, his face pressed against your chest. He falls asleep in seconds.

"You should get some sleep." Jake says, looking at the time on his phone. "I'll leave early in the morning."

"Stay and have breakfast with him. Told him that you make the best pancakes." You close your eyes, slipping into Morpheus' arms.

It's weird, because you could swear the last thing you remember is someone's lips pressing against your forehead.

"Can you explain to me why I am in a toy store at 9 AM?" Payback groans, sipping from his coffee.

"Cause you're the only friend with kids I know and I need advice." Jake reminds him, comparing the two Mater toys in his hands.

"Another Mater boy?" The taller man laughs, and now it's Jake's turn to groan.

"Mater, Mater… He's not that cool. Doc Hudson. That's a good character!"

"You always go after the fatherly figures, Jake. Doc, Mufasa, Tony Stark... Do you, perhaps, have daddy issues?"

"I love and respect you, but I'm not going to stop myself from throwing this toy at your head." Jake warns, raising the toy.

"I bet you wouldn't throw that if it was Tony Stark."

"I hate you." Jake looks at the toy; it doesn't seem to have small pieces that could break. "Okay, this one's good." He leaves the toy in the cart and keeps walking down the Cars section.

"Did you really not know she was pregnant?"

Jake had been waiting for that question since he parked in front of his house one hour ago. The other daggers would also ask him along the day, is something inevitable.

"No, she was like… almost three months pregnant, and all her symptoms showed up when I left. I can assure you there wasn't a baby bump or anything the last time I saw her."

"Man, that sucks. I don't know how I would feel being in your place."

"Wanna know how it feels?" Jake turns around, holding his gaze. Reuben would never admit it, but Jake looks like he's about to cry. "I'll never know how it felt the first time he kicked his mom's belly. I'll never know what it feels like to run to the store at 3 AM because the baby is craving strawberries. I never went to childbirth classes. I didn't read a book about how to raise a kid. I wasn't there when she went through labor. I missed his first laugh, his first steps, and his first words. How the fuck did I end up hurting a son I didn't know I had?"

"I don't think you hurt him, Jake"

"Can you be sure that Liam didn't cry, not even once, asking for his dad?"

Payback knows how improbable that scenario is. Kids cry, asking for their parents. Of course, Liam had cried asking for his dad.

"Jake, you didn’t know. You're not the one to blame, and neither is Red. She did what she had to do."

"I'll never blame her. She tried to contact me,butd she couldn't because I blocked her. Dammit, I'm such a dickhead."

Payback chuckles. "Stop it. What's done is done. Just try to be part of that kid's life for the next 16 years."

"Only 16?" Jake frowns. He wants to be in Liam's life as long as he breathes.

"You never know what your son might do when he turns 18."

"18? His 3rd birthday is in six months, and I'm already panicking."

"Oh, first-time fathers are so cute."

"Stop joking and help me find more toys, please."

"Okay, what else does he like?"

"Bluey."

"A boy with taste." Payback concedes, walking with his friend to look for more toys.

"Where's Liam?" Mickey whines when you enter the briefing room.

"Well, hello to you too, Garcia." You laugh. "And Liam is at daycare. My mom was so tired that I left her home to rest. Poor woman spent all day driving yesterday."

"But he's coming, right?" Bob pouts. How can a man so tall pout like a baby?

"You all want to meet him?"

Mickey, Bob, Nat, and Rooster nod at the same time, smiling like idiots.

"You can come over this weekend and have dinner with me and Liam."

"I'm gonna meet my nephew." Rooster fist bumps, and you're about to chuckle when you notice that Payback, Jake, and Javy are missing.

"Where are these three? Mickey, where's Payback?"

"Dunno."

You take a deep breath. Second day being the team leader and people are already arriving late.

Your phone pings, and you look at it. It's Jake.

Just when Jake sends you the last message, your phone turns off, completely out of battery. Amazing. The beginning of a great day.

Almost an hour later, Jake, Javy, and Payback are still missing. You’re supposed to prepare for a special class that Dagger Squad needs to teach to the new Top Gun students. But without three pilots here, it is hard to move on.

The door opens, and you’re sure that Jake’s stupid smile will be at the other side, but what you see is Liam running inside the briefing room, looking for his mama. Cyclone appears behind him.

“OH MY GOD IS HIM.” Mickey screams in joy, scaring poor Liam, who starts to cry.

“Mickey, why do you have to be so loud?” Bob smacks him.

“Hispanic people are loud, I thought you knew by now.”

“It's okay, baby. What are you doing here?” You whisper to the baby, calming him down.

“He started crying and calling for his mom. They couldn’t reach you, so they contacted me.” Cyclone explains, playing with Liam’s hands. “And we played for a while with some planes until he calmed down, right buddy?”

“Planes are cool.” Liam agrees, nodding.

“Oh, god. My phone turned off an hour ago, and Jake was supposed to bring me a charger. I’m sorry, baby, Mama’s phone didn’t work.” You say while kissing his head.

“It’s otay. Boo is cool.”

“Who’s Boo?”

“I think that’s me. Cyclone was a hard word for this little guy, and Beau turned into Boo.”

“Thank you so much, Cyclone. I’ll make sure to keep my phone charged from now on.”

He waves it off, smiling. “Don’t worry. And please call me Beau.”

“Well, thank you again, Beau. But now I’m in a bit of trouble. What am I supposed to do with you little trouble maker?” You tickle him, the sound of Liam’s giggles making everyone in the room smile.

“You’re still planning tomorrow's class, right?”

“Yeah, we’re missing a few pilots. They’re bringing me some reports I needed.”

“And you sent…” he turns around, looking at the people in the seats, counting which are the missing pilots. “Three men for such a simple mission?”

“Seresin is involved. You need one to stop him from creating chaos and another one to actually do what they’re supposed to.” You are trying your hardest to cover for him, because he really had to go buy toys on a job day.

“You could have just sent Payback.”

“And have to see Hangman’s face all morning? No, thank you. Now that he knows who Liam is, I won’t stop seeing him for the next 16 years.”

Cyclone laughs. “Yeah, it’s true. You told me before.”

“She told him before?” Nat whispers to Rooster.

“I saw them talking in front of his office this morning.”

“It’s Cyclone trying to make a move on Red?” Bob mutters, and all of them look at the Vice Admiral with loathing in their eyes.

Jake may be a dick, but there’s no denying that he loves Red and that he would do anything for that kid.

Cyclone is now public enemy #1.

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irithnova · 1 month

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About my Siberia ocs...

So I think it's important to balance their characterisation in a way in which they are distinctive characters with interesting personalities and backstories but also acknowledges the challenges they face without making their entire character essentially "They're sad all the time because of Russia" or "Stop talking about their struggles under Russia I don't like politics."

I think both are problematic however I find the latter to be far more distasteful because well. This is a nation personification OC we're talking about and not only that, they're essentially nations within a nation (Russia) by virtue of colonisation and so are minority groups within the larger nation. Hell - because of displacement and immigration from European Russia , a lot of these groups are minorities within their own lands. It's a special case when dealing with minority groups/occupied people personifications and it's particularly egregious when someone wants to forgo any kind of acknowledgement of these power imbalances yet still insists that their interpretation is sensitive.

I've seen some pretty bad OCs of Siberian groups which are the product of the creator going "I hate politics stop talking about politics!" or, an almost direct quote, "I hate when people shove politics into historical hetalia." Which... Is an interesting take to say the least considering how history feeds into politics and vice versa. Historical hetalia is a beast in an of itself and is one of the only hetalia communities/bubbles in which "no politics" will get you laughed out the door from what I've seen considering *gestures to my previous statement*. If you've ever taken a history course - you'll know how much history and politics are intertwined.

This is how you get interps which consists of the likes of "Russia was wandering around the empty lands of Siberia" which not only blatantly disregards the brutality of the Russian colonisation of Siberia but also promotes the concept of "Terra Nullius" or "Virgin Land". I'm quoting myself from an even bigger post I have in store which focuses on anti Mongolian sentiment however stereotypes about Mongolians and Siberian groups often overlap because of their placement in Northern Asia, hence why it applies to both,

"In addition, to hone in on Mongolia being an "untouched, pristine" land - this is also a common trope that is launched towards traditionally nomadic "unsettled groups” (such as Siberian and Native American groups). The concept of "Terra Nullius", a Latin word meaning "nobody's land". It completely disregards the presence and rights of the people who inhabit the land and has been historically used to justify the colonisation and displacement of such groups - their land belonged to "nobody" so it was essentially up for grabs...It divorces the people from their landscape and paves the way for dangerous misconceptions and justifications to blossom.

Here is an example of "Terra Nullius" in action in a Russian propaganda poster, encouraging Russians to move to Kazakhstan."

Or interps such as "[Siberian group] has forgiven Russia for everything he did/most things he did and is in love with him" which implies that the mistreatment of the Siberian groups is merely something in the past when it is in fact ongoing. The mistreatment of Siberian groups such as the Sakha, Buryats, Chukchi and Tuvans has been all the more highlighted in their disproportionate mobilisation in the invasion of Ukraine - and the heaps of scapegoating that was subsequently shovelled onto them.

That's not to say ethnic minority soldiers in the Russian army shouldn't be held accountable for their crimes - however that and the fact that they themselves are victims of Russian imperialism can both exist as true statements. The scapegoating is so bad that even Pope Francis joined in, blaming the brunt of the war crimes committed onto "Non Russians" such as Buryats and Chechens, as they do not come from "Russian culture."

Back to my main point... I think the resistance to do research on and publicly acknowledge how these groups live under Russia and what kind of struggles they face in some kind of bid to "not paint them as victims!!11" is sorely misinformed and ignorant. Because well. They are victims.

Not in the sense that you should portray them as sad, pitiful, weak little meow meows but in the sense that yes they are living under Russian occupation and are an occupied people who's been subjected to centuries of Russification, and so compared to making an OC of Mongolia who is an independent nation state at least I think there is far less room to be hauling around "leave politics out of historical hetalia!" "don't talk to me about politics!" "stop victimising them!!" because then it leads to tone deaf interpretations such as "They've forgiven Russia for everything and is in love with him ♥️💖", "Russia is actually [Siberia groups] father", "Here is my singular Siberia OC who represents ALL Siberian groups and by the way Russia is their father" (yes these are all real interpretations I've seen and I've made a separate really strongly worded post ranting about it) and worse. I mean I've literally seen an "aph Siberia oc" who was Russia and France's love child. Terra Nullius executed Hetalia-style.

I don't really think I need to elaborate on why a singular Siberia OC is problematic - Siberia is filled with a myriad of different groups who speak different languages, have different origins and ways of lives and practices, different religions, who've experienced eras of peace and conflict with each other, etc and yeah to shove them all into one personification is an erasure of the sheer diversity that is in Siberia. I definitely don't need to elaborate on why making Russia a father to any of these groups is problematic, to say very the least.

On the point of "don't only portray them in a victimising lense", I think making Siberian groups all depressed all the time is also a Russia-centric perspective. Of course it's ignorant at best to not acknowledge their shared suffering because of Russia however when this point and this point alone is central to their character I believe in a way that it strips them of their autonomy and ability to feel things and do things outside of Russia's gaze. There is absolutely a lot of joy to be had despite their current situation, perhaps even in spite of their current situation. It's ok to give them odd quirks and put them in funny situations as well as acknowledge that they are an occupied people and approach that territory carefully when need be.

For example, I made my Buryatia bubbly and loud but made my Tuva a bit more deadpan because I see them as a pair who often associate with each other and I think the dynamic is funny. I also made Buryatia an overbearing "husband" to Soyot who is perpetually tired™ from all the se- .

I made a crack dynamic between Sakha, Evenkia and Dolgan where Evenkia was Sakha's teacher at first but then became a deadbeat dad leaving Sakha to primarily raise Dolgan, thus Dolgan takes after Sakha and is uh lawyermaxxing👍. Yukaghir is the little old lady of the group who is often forgetful but very nifty and Chukotka acts like a big sister to people which Koryak (who I see as her brother) always finds annoying and they often bicker. Ket is on the slightly edgy side and is extremely particular about his routines and Nganasan terrifies Nenet because he eats reindeer whereas Nenet doesn't.

All of these quirks/ more lighthearted interpretations and "they are an occupied people under Russia" can coexist. One should not be thrown out for the sake of the other.

I think there's also problem - though I've seen this far less, in making Siberia ocs purely as a middle finger at Russia. As in, you made the OC because you wanted to say loud and proud FUCK RUSSIA which well yeah, fuck Russia, but I highly doubt your interest in this group lies outside of wanting to #own the Russians which is dehumanising in and of itself. At least pretend to care about the history and culture instead of using an entire group of people to make a virtue-signally oc purely to try and upset some Russians.

Anyways yeah Siberia 👍

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La Pluie: The Kindness is the Point

Hello again, friends and fellow clowns. It’s a Saturday evening and I have recovered from the Devil’s Nap. I’ve seen some great posts already, and I feel compelled to share some thoughts as well following Episode 9 of La Pluie. This episode focused on the fact that Patts has always been a kind person and that Nara is deserving of grace. This show displays a gentleness for its characters that feels so queer to me because so many of us can appreciate how difficult it is to have love, and the way this show goes out of its way to NOT punch down on its characters cannot be overstated.

Nara Gets What She Needed and What We All Deserve

Before I get into talking about Nara, please go read @liyazaki post about the breakup scene and @lurkingshan talking about how Nara’s role in this show subverts the faen fatale trope. Both are brilliant, and I cannot do them justice in any reiteration.

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I absolutely love how this show treats Nara. It’s the exact opposite of bisexual erasure. We have seen across five episodes now that Patts’ feelings for Nara were incredibly real and sincere. They loved each other. When he began hearing Saengtai it became a completely understandable problem in their relationship. Saengtai doesn’t get jealous of the former relationship between them; he instead gets upset because he sees that once again the soulmate connection has caused pain in another relationship. We could have left Nara behind in the last episode and totally been fine, but this show said that she deserves closure, and she doesn’t deserve to lose her friends.

Nara comes to Saengtai and apologizes unknowingly interfering in his relationship with Patts, states that she wouldn’t have done any of this if she had known about them and apologizes for causing his misunderstanding (implying that she blames herself for sending him into his mountain spiral). Tai instead apologizes to her for causing so much trouble and says that all of this was because of his own troubles. You can see the sigh of relief in Nara and the immediate drop in tension. Nara offers that she likes Tai and Patts as a pair, and clearly says something about Patts’ body to make Saengtai blush. I think it’s wonderful that Tai doesn’t have to leave this trip feeling any kind of ambivalence for his boyfriend’s ex.

Later, Dream brings Nara along to the party, and everyone checks on Tai and Patts to see how this will play out. Tai assures everyone that they talked, and Nara is instantly welcomed back into the fold. The other vets are genuinely relieved to have her back with them and reminisce about old times they had together. After the party montage Patts uses the truth or dare game to pull Nara aside and have one final conversation with her about their relationship.

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Mor already wrote beautifully about the Patts and Nara scene (linked above), and I think it’s so special that this show gave us this scene. This show began with Tai letting us know that his soulmate parents divorced. He has painful feelings wrapped up in how soulmate relationships dissolve, and he still feels a lot of angst about his own parents. I think it’s incredibly helpful for Saengtai to see that Patts and Nara still love each other despite not being able to move forward as lovers.

Finally, the show lets Nara be sad about the end of her romance with Patts. Despite the friendship they might rebuild and maintain in the future, her pain is real, and it matters, too. She’s allowed to have a moment of sadness with Dream and weep for the hopes that she must let go. There are even hints that perhaps Dream held a quiet crush on Nara before (@slayerkitty and @respectthepetty). How wonderfully kind it is of this show to show so many different people holding unrequited feelings for each other without it turning into angst or cruelty. The end of one relationship is not the end of love. Hopefully Tai remembers this as we get back into some of his family drama.

We needed to see the amount of grace extended to Nara. In a show about how love is an active and ongoing choice, there’s no way we could move forward without honoring Nara. I also think it’s important that Nara acknowledge the love between two men as special and valuable as Tai also acknowledges that her love with Patts is valuable. Despite the complex queer relationship chart being drawn across this friend group, everyone is determined to keep folks together.

Patts Has Always Been Good

Let’s talk about Patts. We’ve been saying for weeks that he’s a good guy and that the show has given us no real reason to be suspicious of him. I loved the reveal about him being The Kind One. I’m also curious about the temper he mentioned he has to Nara.

We finally got @shortpplfedup to watch the show, and she nailed down immediately that the core themes are about the choice to love each other in small ways constantly. I cannot stress enough that for all the writing and thinking we’ve done this episode, Tai and Patts do not refer to each other as soulmates this episode at all. They are boyfriends now. They are boyfriends because Patts has always been kind. They are boyfriends because Saengtai has been open to kindness even when he’s hurting and a bit scared.

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My man Patts loves to write notes.

I love the reveal that Patts and Tai happened to be neighbors years ago. Patts was seeing Nara at the time, which we know because the grandmother asked about her. We know that Patts was an attentive and diligent grandson who happened to notice that Tai was clearly going through something. He didn’t even know what Tai looked like. He just saw that he was hurting and wanted to help. We know that help mattered to Tai to the point that even Tien knows about it. When Patts’ grandmother dies, Tai goes out of his way to send that kindness right back.

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What’s more, you can see these two falling even deeper in love with each other as soon as they recognize that they were briefly pen pals during a very difficult time in their lives. This is great news for fans like me who liked episode six opening with a high heat scene, because Tai is wearing this sweater in the scenes we saw in the trailer during what felt like their first time.

We eatin’ good next week. (“Not as good as Patts.” - @ginnymoonbeam )

However, Patts mentioned to Nara that he has a temper, and we’ve seen that he’s painfully aware of Lomfon’s interest in Tai. I like the show’s choice to hold Lomfon’s conversation with Patts until next week, because it doesn’t matter to Tai. Tai isn’t interested in Lomfon in any way comparable to Patts. I’m excited to see Lomfon get decked for interfering, and for Tai to get mad at Patts for feeling threatened.

I Love Everyone in This Show

I think it’s notable that Saengtien has dropped any pretense that he enjoys being around Lomfon, and I like that it clearly complicates Lomfon’s own feelings. You can see that Lomfon doesn’t even know how to deal with the passive kindness Tai extends to him just because he’s close to his brother.

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I loved the vets being excited to welcome Nara back into the circle. I also like them joking about finding something new to tease Patts and Tai about.

I loved Dream going to Nara and giving her a shoulder to cry on.

I loved Kung and Bow cheering for Tai and Patts new relationship.

I loved Tai giving Bow yet another cutting look to not get into his time with Patts and teasing her even as she was trying to exit the scene.

I loved Tai and Tien continuing their bit of poking each other in the face with Tien pouting at the end with “I’m your little brother!”

I love Patts’ grandmother passing these notes back and forth just because it was something her grandson wanted.

I love Saengnuea not even being sure if he should do the “don’t hurt my brother” thing with Patts because he’s younger than Patts. I also love him taking care of his brother’s cat so he could go on the trip and complaining that the cat wouldn’t reciprocate his love.

In so many ways this show is about how important it is to extend a little bit of kindness to each other. It’s about how far just a little bit of grace goes. What with Be My Favorite also saying something similar this week (@ginnymoonbeam), I am enjoying some of the themes in the more dramatic shows this year. So, “Please. Be kind, especially when we don’t know what’s going on.”

Thank you as always for coming to my post.

#la pluie #la pluie meta #la pluie the series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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britcision · 6 months

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Anyway in case anyone was wondering why I do firmly aver I did not get to DPxDC from DC and am not a DC fan despite having consumed all of the Harley Quinn and Suicide Squad runs up to 2018

(And have an exciting grab bag of shows, movies, and assorted trivia under my belt besides

Batman vs Dracula was fucking great fight me)

It’s because DC as a whole is hostile as fuck to the concept of being a casual fan

(And about 90% of the main heroes annoy the hell out of me for the very tropes that DC is known and praised for in their heroes I am here for villains, antiheroes, and sidekicks exclusively)

There is no such thing as consistent characterization, especially as you consume more content or fall down a rabbit hole, and the rabbit holes are ENDLESS

Everyone cameos everywhere else, referential jokes are often dropped in as Easter eggs for people who have read every single other DC comic put out in the same decade and yet within the same comics you get glaringly inconsistent characterization and different retcons for the same events

Big stories are retold and retconned every couple years, we got 3 separate Spiderman origin movies and the exact same Batman origin in more than half the live action movies; DC PAYS PEOPLE to make up their own different versions of canon events

There is a REASON that the Marvel and DC cinematic universes are both officially divorced from comic canon; the sheer volume of canon content is inaccessible to most of the population, and DC and Marvel know it

That’s why the New 52 was a big divorce from all previous canon too - it’s an on ramp for new fans, because sorting through the web of old content is off putting as fuck

It’s the one thing not a single DC fan I’ve spoken to who complained about “canon characterization” has bothered defending or even acknowledging, and yet it has been the core of all of their arguments:

“Canon is what I want it to be, not what any of the sources say”

And listen, I was a Torchwood fan, we were the archetypal example of “canon only happened if I acknowledge it” (so sad that show ended after only two seasons and nothing else ever happened again Children of Earth who), you just gotta acknowledge that that’s what you’re doing

But you frankly cannot have a serious conversation about canon characterization with someone who does not acknowledge entire swaths of canon and cannot understand why that makes their argument completely invalid

Any kind of conversation about the “right” characterization for a DC character necessarily has to involve the acknowledgement that it’s your personal preferred characterization, not a One True Canon, because I guarantee there are canon incidents for every single big name and most of the small ones that directly counter the ones you like

You may note I share a bunch of posts with things like “My Batman would never do this”, as opposed to “canon Batman would never do this”

Hell, on Batman specifically there are hundreds of beautifully put together posts talking about how the different canon runs get him wrong; I too prefer a Bruce Wayne who does genuinely care about his family and tries to protect them, but isn’t perfect or always right over the massive asshole elitist who just grunts and treats them like soldiers

Canon Batman slaps his kids around, it’s the meme that broke containment and you don’t have to like it or accept it as something your Batman would do!

But it’s still canon

Both versions have a massive well of canon support, and exist simultaneously in the multiverse

Every single characterization of a character is true and exists in the multiverse

And that is why the idea of a “canon version” of any DC character is utterly meaningless

TL;DR: write DC characters however the fuck you want and do not worry about it for more than 10 minutes together, that is what the paid DC writing staff do

There will be at least two pieces of canon media to back up whatever interpretation of the character you pick

Not everyone will like that characterization or agree with how you see the character, and that is all fine and good! But “canon” is meaningless in this context, neatly encapsulated by the “multiverse” explanation

Everything is canon, which means that nothing is canon

#dc characterization rant #i am a happy harlivy fan #i am not a dc fan #and tbh batman is actually the least interesting dc character to me #he’s just the example that everyone knows #lord death man remains the best dc character with music meister in a close second i take no bribes #tbh all my favourite comic rec posts have also included some runs or whole writers to avoid because the poster knows their shit #petty posting #this is what plays in my head every time anyone apologises for not knowing any comic canon #do not worry friends the paid writers don’t know the canon either #they don’t let that slow them down #superheroes are archetypes and everymen for a reason #have your favourite characterization for everyone! pick your best bits!#just remember that it’s your favourite #not the one true #i will read a billion rants about why you love one specific version #with all your favourite runs and bits and pieces and supporting arguments #but i especially enjoy the tea of ‘and this goddamn run is doing them WRONG’ 😏#you gotta acknowledge that your fave is not the only canon #and apparently that is hard? for some people?

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spnfanficpond · 7 months

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September 2023 Angel Fish Awards!

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @spnexploration

The Guest House by @deanwritings

Dean's in the middle of a bitter divorce when his ex, Lisa, rents out his guest house on Air BnB without his knowledge. Dean and the guest do not hit it off, quite the opposite! We've seen a great start to an enemies-to-lovers series here, can't wait to read the rest!

When The Bough Breaks by @niks-fics

This story was amazing! An abandoned baby is found and DNA shows her parent is a male Omega who was kidnapped years before. I loved so many of the storytelling elements, like how Dean's story was being told from the past to now and juxtaposed against Cas' story as the detective trying to find the abandoned baby's parents. It was sad, it was painful, it was angsty, it was beautiful, it was loving, it was everything.

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Nominated by @princessmisery666

When The Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

AMAZING 🤩! Seriously I can’t put into words how much I adore this. It poetry and I loved how you shows the stars loving him to and how they couldn’t watch him fall apart 😢 Midnight Prince - couldn’t think of a better way to describe Dean Winchester. Perfect 🤩 This is one of those fics that makes me doubt my own writing 💜

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

My Heaven by @lipstickandwhiskey

I am not used to reading x Reader, nor am I used to read from a Dom and/or Top P.O.V., but this Gadreel/Reader was really well written, and I liked the way the writer portrayed the feelings between them. It was interesting to read something so different from my usual stuff, especially because I love Ree so much.

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Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

When The Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

This story captured my heart from the very start. The descriptions of Dean are lovingly written and true to character. Dean and the stars - so much beauty to be held between them. I truly have a hard time describing how this story makes me feel, but I almost have it memorized with as many times as I've read it now. It's one of those stories that just resonated with my soul.

In a Million Memories by @deaneverafter

This is a fix-it series. One of the most beautiful I have read. So much thought and care went into writing this story. From the OFCs name to the songs used as inspiration for each chapter. The concept is intriguing and captivating. Dean's love for her changed everything. My heart gets all fluttery just thinking about it.

Stay by @princessmisery666

The first time I read this, I yelled at Stacey. So much angst and love and it all hurt. But, it's beautifully written and I can't help but go back to re-read it often.

Pleasure in Illusions by @princessmisery666

This can be read as a stand alone, but is a sequel to Stay. After reading this one, I yelled at Stacey even more. This one hurts, but again, it's so beautifully done that I forgave her. :)

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Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

The Haircut by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die! Seriously pure fluff!

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Epiphany by @mariekoukie6661

This is a gentle ride to self-love and acceptance and I just love it so much.

Witches by @waywardxwords

I mean, it’s sex pollen, I love this trope!

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Love Is A Meat Loaf Song by @followyourenergy

This answers the question, "What if Heaven never laid siege to Hell and Cas never saved Dean from perdition? And then later, what if Demon Dean and Angel Cas meet in a bar?" There are little hints that this is more than it seems, but I am enjoying the ride in the meantime, too! Dean's never-ending innuendos (heh, in-you-end-os, *wink*wink*) and Cas's fascination with the spark he sees in Dean are both able to make a fangirl sit with her chin in her hands and grin. Together? I can't stop reading!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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sam-monroe · 2 months

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deciding to re-do my headcanon post for sam. anyways, our favorite sad boy.

✦ psychologically, all the shit that sam went through in that singular summer would possibly lead to another relapse either with RX, weed, or perhaps something else that we haven’t seen in movie. he’s only 16, so he will still be impulsive especially through that deep pain of losing george.

✦ personally, i 100% feel as if Robin and Peter did in fact divorce after and we can see it implied when she does refuse to go to bed after he starts to realize it’s crumbling.

✦ i get why in film they have the “feeling lighter looking lighter trope” and sam removed his piercings, but cmon… you don’t just stick needles in your face just because (please, don’t do it kids…), but dammit let him just be emo.

✦ growing up in downtown LA, sam would have a great diversity in food and i’ve dubbed him as a lengua boi because i said so. he just gets onions and cilantro with it and of course a mexican coke because after having that first one, he could never go back.

✦ at the opening shot where we see sam getting his paint can (?) and rag, we see the contexts of his messy ass desk which include: an everclear magazine, a papa roach magazine, many scattered CDs of alt/rock/etc genres, a black macbook, and of course, a purple bong. which still cracks me up that he genuinely didn’t care about it being out and about so freely.

✦ on the cabinet unit near the doors to his room, he also has polaroids stuck onto it, and i like to headcanon it’s from the few happy times he had with the few “friends” he had through school. though, i also feel like he rarely let anyone truly get close, especially when beginning to make deals with Josh even when he would try to deny it (which we see in the film too)

✦ also, the cabinet has a TV (a small box one, probably from the 60s that george hoarded) and a VHS collection with some nice horror film

✦ because of the deals with Josh, it’s difficult for sam to engage with anything sexual with his partners in a car. even with getting himself into the situations for weed money, it’s still fucking traumatizing, and would affect him later on.

✦ as soon as a character (especially in a 2001) film shouts i’m not gay!!! well buddy, it’s job then to make him a little fruity. personally, i dub him as bisexual with an interest mostly in women but sometimes there’s just a hot ass man that comes into his life and it makes him weak.

✦ sam 100% got a job at hot topic because as you can see in the fic i’ve posted, i decided to make him emo again.

✦ of course, with him being emo again and my personal hatred of manson (which didn’t age well), sam is definitely a fan of NIN. he isn’t a crazy fanboy, but he does enjoy playing it and it was probably one of the few bands that george and him could listen to together… just… yknow, selectively. sam definitely made mixed cds for when they were working on the house lbr.

✦ robin and sam do start to mend their relationship through the grief of losing george, but i also headcanon that robin does find a new boyfriend about a year after (will eventually write that out)

✦ sam definitely becomes dependent on weed again, but he does prefer to make blunts rather than using a bong. at least once, robin has caught him making brownies which leads to the both of them just having one and watching horror movies together.

✦ sam is on the autism spectrum.

✦ he 100% has stick and poke tattoos he did himself. one is a smiley face, another is a jellyfish.

✦ after alissa and josh barging into shower time, when he returned to robin’s house he definitely got more secure locks on his own door which i suspect are built in his room due to the beaded curtain we see next to his desk. with the layout of the house by what we see up the stairs, we can assume it’s another closet (unlikely imo), a bathroom, or just a random ass space that has a wall dividing it from his actual bedroom. i personally just opt for the bathroom idea, and it is the only area of sam’s room that is always clean.

✦ he does hang out with adam and ryan more, because of ryan being the eldest in 2001 (roughly 11 or so… maybe…), he does have a growing wedge between sam and himself, especially when sam just starts to be alt again.

✦ george named sam, and his legal name is samwise. yes, after the tolkien character because george was a huge fucking nerd.

✦ sam eventually becomes an architect and attends the same school george went to.

#.txt #sam #headcanon #sam monroe #sam monroe headcanon #life as a house

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heymikewaskom · 4 months

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today W wanted to wear a hat and wear it backwards like me. she's such a joy to spend time with. even at mundane places like the grocery store.

I really am pushing it to get this post out before midnight, but here we are. 10:48p. It's hard to believe that this year i got divorced. well, we're not finalized yet, but my lawyer sent over the final draft of the decree or whatever this morning at 4am. she was fucking up, and, insanely, i was too. all the tropes are true, all the things that people say to comfort you are trite. i'm going to be ok. i am also massively sad about this whole thing. for better or for much worse, i really didn't see this coming. in the way you think your car is old and shitty but will still get you to work, and you just take for granted that it'll start on a cold morning, i just assumed that we were in a ebb and would eventually flit back into a flow. our problems with communication would sort themselves out. but they didn't. the car wouldn't crank, and we were bound to repeat the cycle that we had experienced as children. i probably still love ashley. maybe not in true romantic way, but as much as everything she is to me makes me angry i still love her for who she is to wilder. it's one of those contradictory quirks about life that just make you shrug.

I skated a lot this year, and really connected with some amazing friends through that. those guys helped me immensely and i'll never be able to thank them. skating with them in Raleigh in the spring was one of my favorite trips ever. we're also going to Eindhoven this feb for an event with a bunch more people. then back to Raleigh/durham in april. it's something to look forward to when times are so fucking bleak. I've lost about 30 pounds since june. it feels ok, but my clothes look silly on me, and i can't really afford a new wardrobe, and even if i could i'm sentimental to the point of mental illness and can't bare to throw anything away(everything-reminds-me-of-her.elliott-smith/song)

anyway, what a life. i don't know how to proceed, aside from waking up and going forward. i guess that's what most people in recorded history did, but i'm just smart enough to realize how trivial and pointless it is, and how i know for certain all of the hope i had as a young man about success are completely out of reach and just dumb enough to not make any of my dreams a reality(too dumb for nyc, too ugly for LA).

it's bleak, but it's mine. i'll see you in 2024. god knows it's the least i can do.

#soc #personal #divorce #2024 #lifem

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moorishflower · 8 months

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Trope Game

Thanks for tagging me @sleepsonfutons! :D

There's honestly not TONS of tropes that I'm an extremely hard 'no' on but let's see

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don't care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional.

Age gap: +2

It depends on the fic, honestly. I rather like the sugar daddy dynamic sometimes, but it's not something that I go out of my way to look for. And you have to be careful about where the line is. A 22 y/o and a 45 y/o is acceptable (everyone is a consenting adult), but a 16 y/o and a 25 y/o isn't. Like, even in places where 16 is the age of consent, there's fundamental differences in expectations of the relationship, in brain development, in power dynamics, etc.

Codependency: +1

Meh. I like my characters in each others' pockets, but capable of LEAVING said pockets, you know?

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +10*

With the caveat that the possessiveness is ENJOYABLE to one or both partners.

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +10

Listen I'm a simple person with simple desires and it becomes infinitely better when the sunshiney one is the one who's fucking INSANE and feral and dangerous

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +5

I used to like this trope a lot more when I was younger, but these days I prefer the chemistry to start out in a positive light! Still a good, solid trope though.

Friends with benefits: +4

I don't seek it out specifically, but I've seen it written VERY well. Especially combined with...

Sex to feelings: +4

...this one!

Fake dating/relationship: +10

Absolutely. Yes. Give me 5000 fics where the characters have to meet each others' parents because they lied and said they were engaged. Give me all the oneshots where they're both in a club and pretend to be together to avoid being hit on. YES.

Friends to lovers: +5

A good, dependable trope. I'm less interested in childhood friends to lovers, just because I find the way it's presented sometimes boring? But whatever insane shit Neil Gaiman is doing with the characters who are "friends" for centuries, I am ALWAYS there for it.

Found Family: +10

I mean I'm a queer millennial how could I NOT like found family stuff.

Hurt/Comfort: +7

I enjoy a good hurt/comfort fic BUT I am picky about the ratio of hurt to comfort. I...actually get bored if there is TOO MUCH comfort, lol. They have to be equal, or very slightly more one than the other.

Love Triangle: 0/+8

Like for so many others, it's a 0 if the love triangle resolves with only two of the three getting together, but becomes a solid positive if it resolves with poly.

Poly, open relationships: +8/0

I like a good poly fic, I just read for the want of a jewel by @formlessvoidbeast and REALLY enjoyed it. I'm neutral on open relationships, though! Read some good smutty oneshots, haven't really read as many like, plotty long things with that dynamic.

Mistaken/hidden identity: 0

Neutral! Could go either way.

Monsterfucking: +10 +10 +10 +10 +10

Listen I don't know what you want me to say here

Pregnancy: -5/0

Yeah this is such a weird one for me. A few years ago this would've been a solid 'nope' no matter what. Biological pregnancy is VERY weird to me. I'm not against children or babies! I don't care if other people wanna get pregnant! But I am very much not mentally wired for it. Even mpreg or other forms of like otherwise fantastical pregnancy makes me feel a little off. On the other hand, non-biological methods of baby acquisition are pretty neutral to me, and to go with found family, I love when characters ADOPT kids.

Breeding kink is totally separate from actual pregnancy don't @ me

Second Chance: -4

Breakups and divorce make me sad so I don't tend to read fics that use them as a plot hook.

Slowburn: +10

Looking at my AO3 account, I also don't know what you want me to say here like

I have simple needs

Soulmates: +8

I really like when the soulmates trope does some absolutely wild shit. Whoever invented the soulmate goose was on my level. Give me more fic where they don't have their soulmate's name on them but they have like, their soulmate's scars or they share tattoos and so there's a whole culture built up around having unique tattoos in obvious places in the hopes that someone will recognize it. I like the worldbuilding okay?

I'll tag anyone who sees this and feels like interacting! Always fun to see what people are into most <3

#tag meme

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chosenimagines · 2 years

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Not another love

Fandom: [1] (F) Harry Potter Teaser: Sierra Malfoy is a divorced single mum who shops for her 11 years old child (her oldest out of two) and meets in Ollivander’s shop her old school crush Harry Potter. After a moment of surprise they started talking… Prompts: (A)121 I can’t trust myself with love I don’t want to hurt you as well AU: - Tropes: (32) Single parent OC: Reader named Sierra Malfoy

Warnings: Divorce | Betrayal | Cheating

Language: English/German Request: Yes/No by animeangsteng

Link for Request board & the request

A/N: I am sorry that I quit before I could write your request. But now I am back and I hope this will meet your standards

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It had been an eternity since the smell of wood and polish had touched her nose. It has been way too long... "Mrs Pucey, it's nice to see you again after all these years!" Ollivander greeted his customer and former apprentice. Suddenly the thought of how sad and unfortunate it was that she had broken off her apprenticeship passed through his head. She was a such talented witch when it came to dealing with wands finding their wizard!

"It's also nice to see you again, Mr Ollivander.", Sierra replied. She gave the wand maker a smile and tore him out of his thoughts with her voice. He immediately noticed that her smile was covered by a sad shadow.

"But the name is no longer Pucey! It's been Ms Malfoy again for a few months now.", Sierra explained. This explained the sad smile on her lips. Ollivander gave the young woman an encouraging look. "I'm sorry.", Ollivander replied honestly. Then the older man was seized by curiosity, "If I may allow myself the question, how did it come to this? On your last visit, everything was fine and you were still in love." A sigh came over Sierra's lips. Her last visit at Ollivander’s was a while ago. At least three years! Since then, a lot has changed in her family environment. That was already a year ago...

"That's what I thought.", Sierra finally confessed. "But apparently a woman who has given birth to two children is neither attractive nor worth anything. Otherwise you wouldn't cheat on them several times and that over the past two years!" A crooked and sad smile sat on her lips. Ollivander opened his mouth to comfort his former apprentice, but the doorbell rang. Sierra's 11-year-old daughter hesitantly pushed her way through the store. The mother stretched out her hand to her child, which the young witch immediately took. Then she turned to the wand maker one last time. "You can't do anything about it.", Sierra added. "But it's been a few months now and I'm fine. I have made my peace with it." Sierra squeezed her daughter Lucy's hand before gently grabbing her shoulders and pushing her gently into Ollivander's direction. "Just go with him! Mr Ollivander will introduce you to some wands. You know how this works." Lucy nodded. "The magic wand chooses the wizard.", she quietly quoted her mother and also the well-known wand maker because it is what he always say. Sierra nodded. "Exactly.", Sierra confirmed her daughter. After these words, Lucy disappeared between the high shelves. Ollivander did not follow the girl directly. Before Ollivander went after the witch, he turned to Sierra once again. "If anyone is worthless, it's Adrian and his disgusting behavior and not a strong woman like you, Ms Malfoy!", he wanted to get of his chest. Now a honest smile lit up Sierra's face. "Thank you, Mr Ollivander." It came from the bottom of her heart, but there was still something on her tongue. "But not feeling useless and worthless after such an experience is almost impossible. He also called me worthless countless times!"

Sierra happily winked at her old schoolmate. "What an honor!", the young mother laughed. "Harry Potter. The ex-chosen one and the best Auror of the ministry. And not to forget the husband of the most famous Quidditch player in England." Embarrassed, Harry rubbed his neck and smiled crookedly. "Former auror and ex-husband.", he confessed. Suddenly, Sierra's grin became very soft. "I'm sorry." But Harry waved it off. Apparently, he didn't take it so hard. "You don't have to be!", he clarified. "Ginny has now known for a year and a half that she likes women and she has also found a girlfriend in Luna. I am happy for them! For both of them. I want her to be happy." Sierra nodded. "Of course! It's glad that Ginny knows that now. But you also seem to be doing well," she noted. "Yes," Harry affirmed. "I loved her very much, but if she's not happy in a marriage with a man, I won't hold her back. And in addition, I have also noticed that I only love her as my best friend and that’s what we are. Everyone is happy and that's the main thing." With these words the topic didn’t need to be discussed more for both divorced wizards. "That's really good to hear! But what are you doing here, if I may ask?", asked Sierra. As casually as possible, she stuck a few strands of hair behind her ear. This was an attempt to distract from her suddenly heated cheeks. Harry always had the same effect on her as when she was at school. It was incredible! "On my very last mission, my magic wand broke! But as the new teacher in Hogwarts, it's beneficial to have a functioning wand.", Harry said, laughing. Sierra giggled along. It was as if she was 16 again! "Teacher at Hogwarts?", she tried to focus on Harry's words. The experienced wizard nodded proudly. It couldn't fill him with more pride than to be able to teach in the first place he had called his home! "In front of you stands the new teacher for defense against the Dark Arts! It is rumored that he will be teaching at Hogwarts for more than a year because he survived death twice.", Harry joked. Laughing, Sierra shook her head and wiped her forehead. "There is clearly no better teacher for these lessons than you! And now I know that my child will have the perfect teacher for such an important subject. I still vividly remember the hours of Dumbledore's army!" A wheez escaped Harry at this statement. Then he shook his head as if he couldn't believe it. But no one knew what he couldn't believe until Harry said it out loud! "After all these years, I still can't believe that a Malfoy has joined us!" For this, Harry received a clearly annoyed look from Sierra. Her father's reputation and her brother's former reputation haunted the woman through every situation in her life. As if she had to be the same just because of that cursed last name... Cursed in the truest sense of the word! "I'm sorry to get you off your dream cloud, but I'm not my dad or the teen Draco!", Sierra snapped and crossed her arms. "And if I may remind you of my mother, who also owns the surname Malfoy." From both wizards, the thoughts wandered to the story between Narcissa and Harry, when she had protected him from Voldemort. Sierra had stood right next to her mother and heard every single word! Now Harry's features were flooded with regret. "I know and I'm sorry! That was another stupid thought that didn't let go of me in my youth and apparently hasn't let go of it completely even now.", added the well-known Potter. After a moment of silence, Harry spoke again. "I'm looking already forward to seeing you again, Sierra." A tender smile pulled the corners of his mouth upwards. Sierra's anger smoked away and she returned his smile. "I feel the same way!"

Suddenly, Harry chuckled quietly. Sierra tilted her head because she didn't understand why he had started laughing. But she didn't have to ask, as Harry clarified it on his own. "I just had to think about our school days.", he said, looking dreamily into the air. "We really had a lot of beautiful moments together. Also some who were very tense!" You could see that he actually wanted to say something. Instead, he bit his lip and slid his fingers embarrassed as he felt through his raven-black hair. Harry let his gaze wander through the store before he managed to. "Because of this tension, Fred and George always said that you were in love with me.", Harry concluded what he had started. Sierra giggled. "Funny that you mention it! I actually had quite a crush on you in our fifth year." “Mommy! Let's go now. I already have my wand!", Lucy squealed and pukked her mother's sleeve. Sierra looked at her daughter with a mild smile, while Lucy continued to talk to her. But first, the witch turned again to her friend. "Goodbye, Harry! Hopefully we'll see each other again." Harry couldn't respond because Lucy mercilessly pulled her mother out of the business. Now Harry could only wave at Sierra.

A few days later, an owl fluttered through one of the high windows of the Malfoy residence. Sierra lived there with her two daughters since the divorce. Draco and her mom lived in other houses and their dad was still in Azkaban. So the three witches had the whole property to themselves! Frowning, Sierra rose and took the letter from the bird's beak. From whom should the letter be? She had only written a letter to her mother and brother yesterday. She removed the wax seal, which did not belong to anyone in her family, and took the parchment from its envelope.

Dear Sierra,

I can't believe I'm saying something like that because I've always hated divination. But I think it was a sign that we met each other today. I decided for myself this morning that I am ready again for a new love or at least to meet new people in this regard! An hour later you are standing right in front of me. The girl - today, of course, the woman - with I was head over heels in love in the fourth and fifth year! When I saw you, all the old feelings came right back and I thought maybe it was finally my chance. Or our chance! However, you want to see it. But now I've talked enough about it! I am writing you this letter because I wanted to ask you if you are interested in going out with me. Maybe it's stupid to calculate my chances just because you said that you felt something for me at the time!

It was really nice to meet you again after all these years!

Love Harry

Her heart tensed as Sierra laid down the letter. It was filled with such pretty, but he was not the first man in her life to wrap her around her finger with wonderful words. Sierra was not willing to give away her heart again! Above all, she could not expect her children to let someone into their hearts who might disappear. She didn't want to take the risk! Not when it was about her children. With a heavy heart, Sierra picked up parchment and feather to write Harry an answer.

Dear Harry,

This letter is probably not the answer you expected, but it wouldn't be fair to write anything else. I'm sorry, but I have to disappoint you! Unfortunately, I cannot accept this kind of invitation. But if you would like that, we could meet for a coffee. On friendship basis, of course, I would be happy to see you again! It has been far too long.

Best regards

Sierra Malfoy

After she had written the short letter and the ink had dried on the parchment, she gave the sealed envelope to the recovered owl. For Sierra, this wasn’t a matter of fact anymore. At least for her mind. Her heart and soul cried in silence.

The lightning lit up the entire sky for a second, which was shrouded in thunder clouds. When the thunder sounded just a blink later, Sierra was glad that her 5-year-old Amy was already sleeping soundly and was keeping her midday rest. Amy was terrified of thunderstorms and after that hectic morning, Sierra needed a moment to take a deep breath. As soon as she had dropped on the armchair, a heavy knock echoed through the villa. A soft sigh slipped over Sierra's lips as she walked to the door. All the exhaustion was suddenly forgotten when the tired mother opened the door and froze. Harry Potter was on her doorstep! "Harry?!", she gasped. "What are you doing here?" "I don't get it! I just don't understand your answer.", it burst out of the completely soaked Harry, who immediately stormed into the house. Confused, Sierra followed her old schoolmate into the dining room, which he headed for. "I'm confused. What exactly don't you understand?", Sierra replied. Harry abruptly turned to the young woman. "I don't understand why you wrote this to me. Why can't you go out with me? It sounds like you want to in your letter, but something is holding you back. If it is not like this, please look me in the eye and tell me that and I will leave. But if it's not like that, please tell me the truth!" demanded Harry to know. Passion blazed in his eyes and it also flared up in Sierra. "It just doesn’t work. Okay?!" Harry shook his head. "Nothing is okay! You're dodging me." he accused his former classmate. Then she snorted. "Yeah and?" His manner made them defiant. What he could do, she could do anyway! "I know you're hiding something from me! I just don't understand why." This caused all the dams in Sierra to break. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I WON'T GO OUT WITH YOU?! MY HUSBAND CHEATED ON ME FOR YEARS! I MARRIED HIM AT THE DEMAND OF MY FAMILY, FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM, HAD CHILDREN; WHICH I LOVE ABOVE ALL AND ALL THIS TO BE LIED TO AND CHEATED ON." Tears poured down her face and she fell to her knees. Sierra lacked the strength to keep on his feet. It was just too much! "I can't trust myself with love. Not again! And I can't let my kids be hurt by me possibly being left by someone I might love again."

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I watched (500) Days of Summer, which I never saw. In 2009 I was at least the generational target for this, in that I'm around the same age as JGL and Zooey Deschanel. I think I missed it because at the time I was too edgelord for what were marketed as romantic comedies. Plus it gave off serious Zach Braff indie hipster energy and I was out of that phase and annoyed by it by like 2005.

I remember discourse on here about it more recently than that. Which makes sense, because it is a pretty good movie I think everyone in their mid-20s (especially men) can immediately relate to. Sad that those men probably won't see it like I didn't, because they are too X for movies without blue sky beams.

The cast is good and it is well-constructed, with only a couple awkward things. Narration wasn't necessary even if I know why it was there (evidence of main character Tom's view of himself as the star of the world). And the movie doesn't need to keep stopping to explain what it is trying to say (at least, not to me, because I am super-smart and never entirely miss the point of a movie). But I like the non-linear progression and the unexpected surrealist moments, like the dance number with the animated birds, and the parody French New Wave movie.

The ENTIRE MOVIE is peering into and out through Tom's perspective of reality, and he is a kid pretending to be an adult who can't feel anything without it consuming him. What he thinks he knows is just media tropes he has consumed and egotistically forgotten didn't come from reflecting on his own experiences. He considers himself the player character in a video game where anything he does with other people is only a success when he "wins" something. He takes relationship advice from his little sister as if she were Yoda, because she is precocious and eager and he is too immature to know the difference between that and actual insight.

And none of this is bad or makes him a bad person. This is simply a complex definition of being young. Tom is young, and doesn't know how young he is, and is annoying and emotionally manipulative because of that. And aren't we, weren't we, all? Growing up is growing through that and learning to laugh at the emo baby goon you were.

Now, my question is, does the movie know that? I'm not sure. Sometimes it seems to appreciate how Tom is the cause of and solution to all of his problems. Other times it seems as if trapped itself in Tom's pissy sexist immaturity, blaming Summer and society and the media for why pretty girls are impenetrable mysteries who don't ever get how intense male creepiness is what devotion IS, dammit!

It was like the screenplay was written by a guy who was almost over a divorce. But not quite. And while that may be an emotionally honest tone, it muddles what I think they were hoping to show. Not that Tom isn't in his way a victim, as we all are, of the times and places in which we live, and of the whims of other people. But the degree to which that matters seems far more irrelevant here, where it is clear that the great bulk of Tom's issues are him being a desperate selfish man-baby who thinks of women as trophies and toys to satisfy his need for play.

A movie from Summer's perspective would be very different. She is young and selfish too, but also demonstrates a healthy self-acceptance. She knows who she is, more or less, and knows what she is about, more or less. ...Until she doesn't. But that isn't flightiness or mysterious feminine wiles. That's a person doing life. We are ALL like that. Summer seems to understand that about herself, at least better than Tom does about anyone.

But again, the fact that the movie has named her Summer, and Tom meets Autumn at the end and appears poised to go off not treating another woman as an actual person, tells me the movie itself is, at least in part, as not self-aware as Tom. And that is a little frustrating.

If you are yourself a young man, or an old man who never grew up, and haven't figured it out yet, women are humans with human feelings. They are only mysterious because you aren't paying attention to them and are holding them to a standard where you expect them to be the solution to your emotional problems. And that is YOU, not them. And how can you expect to ever love or be loved by them, when you aren't regarding them as people? Because love is between two people. If one of them isn't a person to the other one, whatever there is will never be love.

I don't think Tom learns that, and neither does the movie, even when it shows his expectations vs his reality at Summer's engagement party.

...Which, okay. Yes. Summer should have told him that was what it was. But this is all from Tom's perspective. Maybe she tried and he wasn't paying attention, as usual, too caught up in his own doggedly persistent obsession with being coupled to her.

(500) Days of Summer is at least an accurate portrayal of what it is like to be a young dummy in love. It is valuable in that, and has some wisdom to impart about the foibles of that. I just wish it was as smart as it hopes to be. Because the world is cruel and imperfect, and Summer used Tom in a way he clearly couldn't handle, and she should probably not have done that. But what Tom is doing to her is way worse, and what he is doing to HIMSELF is, while inevitable, his biggest problem of all.

An interesting movie, at any rate. Worth exploring.

#500 days of summer #joseph gordon levitt #zooey deschanel #movie review #rom com #is it?#2009

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