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supremechancellorrex · 5 months

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Avatar in my head and I was thinking about Maiko and Mai.

Now, Mai's character arc in Avatar, from my interpretation, is rediscovering herself and her wants and personhood that has been stripped from her as a noblewoman part of a family that submitted to the Fire Nation Imperialist structure and Ozai. We see in Book 2 set up for this. Mai in early Book 2 does not resist Azula's will aside from brief sparks of rebellion where she isn't present. "Of course not, Princess Azula" she notes formally and apathetically when Azula asks if she "minds", knowing she has no choice as Azula 'just' ponders if Mai's hostage brother is worth an Earth King like Bumi. Mai is always aware that Azula, as Princess in an authoritarian nation where the Fire Lord is God, can have her executed and her family punished. The unequal power dynamic is surprisingly consistent in the show.

Mai can't even insult Azula back in Zuko Alone as a child. She just lets Azula put an apple on her head (as Ty Lee loyally sniggers along), set it on fire, and when Zuko pushes her into the fountain to put it out, Mai, drenched, glares and says "You two are such… ugh". We know Mai can have an acid tongue, yet her fear of Azula prevents her from using it. Her most rebellious act in Book 2 is when she says "She can shoot all the lightning she wants at me. I am not getting in that wall sludge juice". Mai actually has self-respect, but she can't express it in the presence of greater threats, meanwhile Ty Lee merely says "Come on! Azula said we have to follow them", because Ty Lee follows Azula's will even when she isn't there.

Even when Mai gets with Zuko, she falls into a subservient role. When Azula interrupts Maiko's smooching, lazily dismissing Mai with "Oh Mai, Ty Lee needs help untangling her braid" Mai responds quickly "Sounds pretty serious" with only a touch of dryness and leaves, only able to muster throwing Azula a dirty look a split second after passing her. However, this little ember of rebellion will grow.

Mai has continued difficulty understanding Zuko's anger and reactiveness, or how to even function in a relationship. She initially tries to joke in a dismissive fashion, as if saying 'ugh, feelings are lame, right?', but that would only work with Azula logically. The Beach episode is a key Mai episode. She continues to be emotionally repressed, to the point Zuko, Ty Lee and Azula comment on it. However, Zuko's insecurity at her talking to Ruon-Jian to the point he physically removes him from her presence, and his accusative comments like "You like him, don't you?", also makes Mai feel a little boxed in, controlled, and that does irritated her given her history. However, at the Beach's emotional narrative climax, Mai is able to finally express herself at the rest of the group (Azula included) for the first time, telling them to "Leave her alone" and that she's "still mad". After Zuko explosively reveals the extent of his pain and confusion, we see a 'smoothing' effect on her attitude. She realises her and Zuko are dealing with pain in different ways and his way is understandable.

Mai says softly, "I know one thing I care about, I care about you". This is the one thing Mai can grasp in the confusion. This is where Mai betraying Azula becomes inevitable. We see Mai continue to be more supportive with Zuko, more actively trying to cheer him up in Nightmares and Daydreams with big smiles and jokes while Zuko remains shut down over the War meeting and is acting irritated and repressed due to his family trauma. When Zuko later leaves and joins the Avatar, Mai is hurt and angry, which shows in the Boiling Rock, saying "All I get is a letter? You could have at least looked me in the eye when you ripped out my heart". They have a tense conversation, but it's their most honest one. I actually think Mai already made up her mind in this scene to support Zuko over Azula, and she doesn't quite realise it. "Save it? You're betraying your country" she accuses, to which Zuko replies, resolute, "That's not how I see it", and in response Mai just folds her arms and turns her head away in an almost defeat.

I find it very telling she doesn't respond. It's because she realises Zuko is more passionate and resolute about his mission than she is hers. It's because she knows the Fire Nation under its current authority is not exactly great. Sometimes in life we fall into a box and we need someone to give us that little push so we can realise we can climb out of it, that the toxic space we're in isn't normal, and we don't have to tolerate it. I like to think Mai was thinking in that moment where Zuko locked her in the cell and he and she gazed into each others' eyes, what she was really thinking about was what life she actually wanted to live. She was thinking of Azula and being under her thumb, and she was thinking of all those moments with Zuko, like when they were lounging on the sofa together, smiling and joking in Nightmares & Daydreams, and she realised how ridiculous it was to be afraid of Azula killing her when the real fear should be being Azula's servant until her dying days, decades of repression and misery.

After all, what does Mai have left to fight for? Fear of Azula? Hah, what a joke. She remembers "I know one thing I care about. I care about you" and when she sees Zuko about to die she has to intervene.

"I guess you just don't know people as well as you think you do. You miscalculated. I love Zuko more than I fear you" Mai says to an increasingly-enraged Azula's speak of 'consequences', because Mai did fear Azula, but now in her love for Zuko she has found a purpose she has been lacking, her feelings and wants over Azula's will. Zuko being true to himself is contagious. Iroh's love for Zuko puts him on the right path, and in turn the love Mai has for Zuko saves her. As a consequence Ty Lee chooses Mai and their friendship over Azula's toxic, fear-based one and even later bonds with former enemies like the Kyoshi Warriors. Like Zuko says to Ozai, "an era of peace and kindness" will replace an "era of fear". In the face of fear, love and empathy win.

#avatar legend of aang #avatar last airbender #avatar mai #prince zuko #alta mai #zuko #atla maiko #maiko #princess azula #ty lee #can't wait to see them in the avatar live action #themes #good writing #character writing #romantic relationships #classism #imperialism

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sampegger · 4 months

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certain deangirls just frustrate me so bad. like. the ones who insist with their entire chest that dean loves sam more than sam loves him. even just talking early seasons. to see sam leaving for stanford as a betrayal to dean and proof that he loves him less is so. him leaving for college wasn't about dean. it was about wanting something better for himself than what hunting had to offer. him being able to want something more for himself than what he had with dean and john is not a betrayal. to claim that sams ability to endure misery is directly correlated with how much he loves someone is cruel and a terrible perspective to have on any relationship.

and in season 4, to claim that he chose a demon over his own brother while in the midst of having an active addiction problem, and to take that and make it about his loyalty to DEAN is so. that is so biased and evil. you should not see sams violation of his own autonomy as a betrayal to dean. i know the show likes to think they do in the later seasons but the choices sam makes do not all have to center around dean, and that still doesn't mean he loves him any less! viewing it through that type of lens will certainly make it look like he does, but that is objectively the wrong way to interpret any of sams arcs.

when it comes to season 8 i'll say a lot of the same stuff i said about sam leaving for stanford in the first place. while yes i do think him not looking for dean was slightly out of character, it is still unbelievably cruel to think of sams ability to endure pain and claim it marks the level of which he loves someone. especially when he takes on the trials this season, and the entire narrative thrown on sam is his newfound notion that pain purges sin. to have that level of misery thrown in your face (these trials are purifying me) and still insist that if sam is actively fighting against something that is making him miserable (staying in hunting) it's proof he never loved dean that much anyways is awful!!! and that whole "non-agreement" line in which bobby says that he and dean promising not to look for each other was just something that was said and it should've been obvious he was meant to look for dean. don't even get me started.

season 9 is the last season that i think people use as evidence for this. sams claim that he "wouldn't do the same thing for dean." and really. i guess i don't expect dean letting gadreel possess sam to be seen in any other light at this point. sam said he wouldn't have done the same thing for dean because he literally wouldn't have!!! there is nothing that can properly convey the absolute level of violation that that was, especially when sams entire storyline is about his struggle for autonomy. it was a selfish decision on deans end, as is most of the way that he loves sam. it is just so frustrating to see this arcs that revolve specifically around sam turned into evidence of how much he does or doesn't love dean, because that is literally the opposite of what they're about.

i could move onto later seasons as well and talk about how dean is outwardly abusive in them, but that would just be dean slander and that's not what i'm trying to do. the entire point of this post is that tying all of sams decisions to how much he loves dean is wrong and you fundamentally miss the entire point of sam as a character if you view the story through that lens.

sam's ability to endure misery is not directly correlated with his ability to love.

#sam winchester #spn #supernatural #dean critical #i don't even hate dean #i love his inability to break the cycle but i don't think some dean girls even like that about him #i hate when he gets boiled down to a blank slate stand in for whatever ship purpose he has to fill #but whatever #wrote this at 11 am right before leaving for work #i love sam winchester so much #and supernatural is just. better. when you see sam as his own character #yeah

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craycraybluejay · 9 months

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I feel like people who don't notice the insanity between Sam and Dean are not watching the same show. Come on. You don't even need to ship them to acknowledge that whatever they got going on is way more insane than just cute wholesome brotherness. Would they have sex? I guess that depends on your fanon interpretation. But they'd also actually kill and die for each other, and if it came down to it, sacrifice the world for each other so like. There's no such thing as a line that cannot be crossed with these mfs. They are psychotically irrationally erotically codependent. Ty

#samdean #wincest #gencest #weirdcest #spn #spn fandom #psychotically irrationally erotically codependent #frothing at the mouth #about them #AGAIN #two brothers one car zero fucking boundaries

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licorice-tea · 1 month

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Hi, could you write Roronoa zoro with prompt D? Thank you in advance 🌹

I Just Wanna Dance (With You)

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Content: dancing, one or two mentions of drinking, zoro is down bad for reader, gender nuetral reader, reader wears jewelry, some platonic robin & zoro (sibling vibes), fluffy little drabble :0

Word Count: 0.5k

A/N: I made this short and sweet since I still have a lot of requests to get too, and i also tried to interpret the prompt in a new/different way so hopefully you like it anon! ty for requesting <3

The Strawhats are throwing a party- what’s new? Sanji is getting extravagant mouth watering dishes out onto plates at record speed while Brook cycles through crew favorites and new tunes.

Zoro doesn’t always know what to do with himself during events like these. Sure, the feeling of triumph after saving a town from whatever disaster has come there way is always enjoyable, but besides drinking…. not much else to do.

Besides watch you, of course. You’re always the life of the party through his eyes. That’s what it must mean to be the life of the party: to have people’s eyes so naturally drawn to you, even when you’re just jumping and twirling around screaming song lyrics like every other person on the dance floor. And Zoro’s eyes always land on you, at some point or another, so he’s always thought of you as the “life of the party” type.

As he’s lost in the sight and thoughts of you, Zoro feels a tap on his left shoulder. He looks to the left and sees no one. “Are you going to ask them to dance?” comes a voice from his right. He quickly turns to his right to see Robin, smirking at how he fell for her little prank.

Zoro shrugs, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hm. A word of advice, swordsman; watching and waiting won’t get you anywhere. Espescially not with y/n,” she smiles softly, “I love them, but they’re not going to pick up on all your… subtlety.”

“Hmph. Okay.”

Robin offers another smile and pats his shoulder reassuringly, at which Zoro glares and shrugs her off in the same way a brother would with his doting older sister. He downs the rest of his glass and gets up.

Zoro tries to find you, as he walks onto the dance floor, but he finds it was easier keeping an eye on you from a distance than it is between at least a hundred other people. He becomes lost in the crowd, consistently getting turned around and blinded by flashes of sparkly clothing as he searches for you. But he knows you’re somewhere near the center, so he resolves to keep pushing through. Finally, he sees you in all your joyful, rhythmic, glory. You’re just one star among the many tonight, but you somehow remain brighter than any other. The way you spin with your hands in the air makes it so any and all light reflects off your jewelry and eyes, and he is obsessed.

Despite getting pushed and shoved by the other party goers, Zoro stays rooted in place as he looks at you. Eventually he pulls himself out of his trance (once enough people have cursed at him for not moving), and takes a few steps forward until he’s standing right behind you. His hand catches your waist, and you gasp as you look over your shoulder to see who it is. When your eyes meet, you smile at him, and Zoro smiles back.

“Want to dance?”

#fanfic #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #zoro drabble #zoro fanfiction #zoro fluff #drabble #oneshot

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snowblack-charcoalwhite · 8 months

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This is kind of a follow-up to this post about the Targtower brothers dynamic. I just love them. What`s not to love, honestly:

In that post I used the word 'lust' to describe a certain aspect of Aegon`s feelings towards his brother - but upon consideration I believe the word 'desire' to be more suitable. But what are the roots of these feelings and how do they and the form in which they are expressed change with time?

First things first:

1. Long post;

2. Nothing is this post is intended to promote or encourage sexual relations involving minors;

2. I enjoy both platonic (canon version) and romantic/sexual (fanon territory) interpretations of Aegon&Aemond relationship - without belittling any other pairing (canon or not) involving either of them. In fact I quite enjoy some of those other pairings as well.

So, the sensual side of the Green brothers` relationship is not the focal point of the show (or even of their relationship in general) by any means. And it`s not a simple 'I just want to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and give it to you' thing from Aegon`s part either. It`s deliciously subtle and quite complex even from the beginning of their interactions we see - and it gets even more complicated as they transition into their adulthood.

Teen Aegon is a flirt in general. But when it comes to his brother the flirting intensifies - and begins to resemble 'pulling pigtails'. It`s in the spirit of mockery but one heavily tinged with fondness - and other feelings, deeper and heavier.

It`s the way Aegon's focused on Aemond - to the point that it feels like they are alone, even with other people in close vicinity. This focus doesn`t dissolve even when Aegon looks elsewhere.

It`s in the way Aegon touches Aemond: seemingly carelessly - but there is a kind of hesitance, almost shyness, about his touch. Huge props to Ty for his acting: the not-exactly-platonic undertones are there, yet the vibe doesn`t feel gross in the slightest (the way it might have felt if acted out with less finesse, given the fact that Aemond is a minor after all, and so is Leo) - if anything it`s endearing. And I believe it feels this way because the roots of Aegon`s feelings are not sexual after all.

To Aegon, Aemond is a mystery: he`s his likeness yet his antipode, he`s so close yet so far. He can`t get a full grasp of him however much he tries. Aemond is like some rarity, a mystical object created by the Warlocks of Qarth, the one he wants to dismantle and see how it works but doesn`t dare to do it since he might not be able to put it back together. But first and foremost Aemond is Aegon`s brother - his blood, his companion; the one he wants to feel close to, the one he wants to be like him and tries to achieve it in any way he can - hence the trip to the brothel. It certainly wasn`t a nice thing to do, and Aegon`s train of thought there might have taken various directions at once, but ultimately I don`t think it was about corruption or causing Aemond discomfort but about unity, companionship, feeling close, alike and one - the things Aegon chased after and was deprived of.

A crack-ish side note: Aegon telling Aemond he fancies creatures with 'veeery long legs' with this playfully lecherous grin on his face -

-has never not been funny to me since the moment I realized that adult Aemond, courtesy of Ewan Mitchell`s gorgeous physique, might just have the longest legs among all the characters (or at least he`s damn close to the top).

As the brothers grow up so do Aegon`s feelings.

Both curiosity about the intricacies of their similarities and differences and deep desire for true company and understanding are still very much there. But now there is also so much more. Guilt and shame over not being by Aemond`s side when he needed it most - and seeing a reminder of this on his brother`s face every damn day. Protectiveness that seems misplaced nowadays, but that`s not always the case: Aemond will need Aegon`s support after what happened at Storm`s End - if only he allows himself to accept it. Admiration and envy - about how strong and brilliant his little brother has become, how right he`s turned out to be in contrast with Aegon`s perceived wrongness. And it all comes to a head during the chase and fight scene in episode 9.

A lot of people mentioned that they expected the Targtower brothers to kiss when Aegon pleaded with Aemond to let him go. Well, that`s entirely understandable given that we have this shot:

TGC`s eyes did not just slip there, after all: such things are not done at random, it was a conscious acting choice. And I`m pretty sure Aegon would have indeed kissed his brother if not for Criston intervening and breaking the spell of the moment. Because while under this spell Aegon saw Aemond for everything that he`d ever been to him: his playmate and his toy, his judge and his closest human friend, his solace and his torment - and, perhaps the most important thing right then, his freedom. For years Aemond truly was the personification of the fate Aegon wanted to have - being the second son, free of the burden of the future rule, of excessive expectations, of torturous scrutiny. But also in that moment Aemond literally became Aegon`s freedom, or his best chance at getting it. And so, Aegon was ready to kiss his little brother goodbye - and at the same time kiss his freedom in greeting. But, alas -

-in a few seconds freedom slipped away, and Aegon let go of it - let go of his brother, never tearing his eyes away until the very last moment.

Just look at his face, it`s all there (Tom, you are a genius).

Also, at the risk of sounding like a broken record: Tom and Ewan`s chemistry is everything. In a notably short amount of screen time they shared they have managed to give life to an astoundingly authentic, layered and compelling sibling bond that outshines pretty much every other (not that there is a competition going on but still).

To try and sum all of it up, it`s not that Aegon wants to fuck Aemond - it`s that he wants Aemond, period. And that want, need, desire can take many forms and include many things. Their relationship is complicated, dramatic and wholesome with a side of fucked up - but absolutely beautiful. And I, for one, love it to pieces.

@the-girl-in-the-box here you are!:)

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon the elder #aemond targaryen #aegond #aegon x aemond #tom glynn carney #ty tennant #ewan mitchell #leo ashton #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd meta #green brothers #targtowers #targtower brothers

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oneatlatime · 3 months

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A Precariously Stacked Pile of Random Season 2 Thoughts

These are notes I took as I watched the season. Usually after I’d already posted about the episode in question, and I thought of something I would have added to the post. Rather than edit them into my posts, I’m rounding them up and posting them all at once. As such, they are vaguely chronological. Unfortunately, because I made the notes legible to me and me only, I didn't bother to write down what episode I was referring to. I've also added some notes in as I was editing these notes. So this is also a bit of a scavenger hunt. Enjoy!

Iroh poisoning himself: dumbass moment or 5D chess?

My autocorrect corrects “Sokka” to Sock, and “Sokka’s” to socks. This causes double takes when editing.

Badgermoles have excellent eyeliner. Is that where the Kyoshi Warriors get their jaw dropping cat eye?

Why is Ty Lee spelled Ty Lee and not Tai Li? Why is Dai Li spelled Dai Li and not Dy Lee?

Sometimes Sokka makes me think of Mulan. Am I crazy?

Are the swampbenders’ moves based on a real martial art style too?

Why didn’t Aang use his swamp sense to locate Appa post-appanapping?

Where did Toph, who spent her whole life as a prisoner of her parents’ house and a moonlighting WWE wrestler until Team Avatar busted her out, get such emotional intelligence?

Why did Zuko’s dad put forward the plan to disinherit Iron in favour of him less than 24 hours after Lu Ten’s death? Why did he think that moving quickly was the right approach? Does the Fire Nation not do grieving periods? In what world was 'strike while the iron is hot' the correct course of action here?

Looking back, I’m amazed that season 2 didn’t end in Zuko’s redemption. I didn’t much like Zuko Alone, but I was sure that a season that included that much set up for a Zuko redemption arc would prioritise finishing that arc.

I haven’t even met this Firelord guy yet, but I am peeved that that twerp has a name as cool as Ozai.

Why haven't I met that Firelord guy yet?

I really thought that the older brother character in Zuko Alone would make an appearance later on in the season, giving Zuko a chance to flex some newly acquired morals. But the parallel to Lu Ten and the general message about the evils of war lands better if we never hear of him again.

Zuko in the first half of season 2 had me so annoyed that I was incredibly uncharitable to him in my write ups. Reading through some of the stuff I wrote while watching episodes, I kind of wince now. Zuko in the second half of the season was much less annoying. Which I feel bad for saying, because he’s clearly not in a good place in the second half of the season.

I would love to know why the writers decided to have Toph and Iroh meet in the wilderness. I think it’s a good choice, but I want to know how they came up with it, and why those characters? Is there anything about Toph (especially at that point, when we’ve known her for 1 episode) that suggests that she and Iroh should meet? Or would get along if they did?

Zuko has so many rock bottom fake outs this season: Zuko Alone? Nope, he gets worse in The Chase. The Chase? Nope, he gets worse in Bitter Work. Bitter Work? Nope, he gets worse in the finale.

I’m still peeved that Azula won a 6 on 1 showdown. Sorry, but that breaks immersion.

I bet the Blue Spirit could make lightning.

If water is the element of change, why does the Northern Water Tribe have such strictly defined traditions? I get that it's literally the element of change, in that water can exist in different physical states, but shouldn't the metaphorical interpretation also be true?

I like that Toph can think like an Airbender sooner than Aang can think like an earthbender.

What is Sokka’s boomerang made of? Is it metal? Because if it’s metal, does that mean that there’s a blacksmith somewhere in the South Pole? With a forge?

I still can’t get over how dumb the whole eclipse plot was.

Suki is TINY!!!

I mocked this guy’s 80s aerobics video leotard aesthetic, and I stand by that mockery, because this guy is ugly. Those colours are awful. But do you know who else has those colours?

Jet this season fascinates me. He’s positioned as genuinely repentant and legitimately seeking a second chance and I don’t believe him for one minute. Why don’t I believe him? This show has a theme of learning from mistakes and doing better, so shouldn’t Jet be a perfect fit for this show’s themes? I should be primed to believe him. And yet I don’t.

I have to applaud Iron’s enthusiasm for their new life in Ba Sing Se. A lot of that cheer (at least before the tea shop) is put on for Zuko’s sake. I don’t know where Iroh gets the energy to keep trying with Zuko after years of minimal results, but I’m glad he does.

I think Aang and Ty Lee should hang out. They have similar circus energy. Or maybe it’s that they’re the only two characters in the show so far who are remotely playful.

Aang = surface silliness, core of calm. Not that the silliness doesn't run deep, but he seems to have an untouchable anchor of calm deep within that rarely gets disturbed. Gyatso raised him well.

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I need next season to have more Appa & Mono subplots à la their escapades in The Swamp. Not à la Momo’s Tale.

Tales of Ba Sing Se definitive ranking: Momo Aang Sokka Zuko Iroh Katara & Toph

I love that Momo still sleeps in the Momo bag from The Blind Bandit

Are Suki and her warriors sitting in the middle of some Earth Kingdom forest in their underwear?

So are Smellerbee and Longshot just done? Will they be back in season 3? What happens to their life now? They are known associates of an enemy of the state who was just executed. It doesn't look good.

Everyone on this show has big ears. Zuko has the smallest ears simply because he has the least amount of ears remaining. But everyone else? Big ears.

Can I have more Gyatso? I forgot how cool he was. More Guru too please.

Hakodilf.

Everyone in the SWT has such wonderfully fluffy hair.

I like Sokka’s boots. Southern Water Tribe boots in general.

If this is the grand total of the SWT, I have some bad news about population dynamics.

Is there a proper naval term for what the SWT are doing? They’re a stealth strike force that seems to be going after individual enemy ships, using both direct and indirect tactics. Not pirates, because as far as we know they aren't going for FN supplies. They're doing what submarines do, but above water. There’s got to be a proper name for that.

Is there a raft of FN corpses chilling in the waters in front of the NWT's big wall?

I saw ATLA described as a show where all the characters are Asian-inspired people of colour, but isn’t Suki a blue-eyed redhead?

I had no idea that you could decline an Agni Kai. Zuko should have done that.

Why are the Dai Li so in love with Azula? I get that they're pissed with Long Feng for getting arrested, but wouldn't the logical choice be to direct their loyalties to the Earth King rather than a wildcard princess? I'm not going to pretend for a minute that the Dai Li are loyal to the Earth Kingdom or to Ba Sing Se, but the Earth King is a known quantity. Seems to me that it would be easier for them to re-puppetify him, rather than a FN princess.

Katara & Zuko bonding over their missing mothers is the same “makes sense until you think about it for five seconds” as Song & Zuko bonding over losing their fathers to war. Technically the same, sort of, on paper, but actually kind of rude to equate them once you know the full story. Same with the parallel between Lu Ten and the older brother in Zuko Alone. The proper dead mom parallel is Katara and Jet. Although Katara doesn’t object to the Zuko comparison, so I have no grounds to do so.

I’m really glad that Katara didn’t remove Zuko’s scar with her spirit oasis water. Both because she kind of really needed that water, but also because one thing this show has always done right is permanence. No quick fixes, no fake outs, no take backs. Lu Ten is dead, and he stays that way. Princess Yue is the moon, and she stays that way. Half a dozen people’s moms are dead, and they stay that way. Aang is the last Airbender, and he stays that way. Zuko is scarred, and he stays that way. There are no hand waves, no easy fixes. All the characters can do is learn to live with it, and go forward. And I’m grateful the show is like that, because that permanence, as well as being a good lesson to learn, functions as a reward for audience investment.

Aang did come to a crossroads of destiny in the finale, chose his duties to the world over his friends, and got aggressively slapped down for it. I have a feeling that he’ll take the wrong lesson from that, since he was already inclined to shun that path.

Overall Season 1 was prettier.

Ty Lee was the cause of more than one Beat Up Sokka Quota fulfillment this season. Make of that what you will.

Will Zuko & Azula spend season 3 bouncing between the FN and Ba Sing Se? They could be heavily involved with establishing the FN governance over Ba Sing Se, since the city is already inclined towards royalty.

Favourite episode this season? The Guru. The Blind Bandit and The Swamp are tied for second place.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #season 2 #we're getting close to season 3 #just wanted to do some housekeeping first #I still think Airbender Sokka is underrated as a concept

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weeb-polls-with-pip · 3 months

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Autistic Anime Boys Side B Round 1 Match 11

Propaganda:

Mikey -

"This is a headcanon that didn’t originally occur to me, but then I encountered it in the wild, and something in my brain kinda lit up like ‘!!!’. I couldn’t stop turning the idea over in my head, like a slow roasting marshmallow, getting dangerously close to an open flame. So, here we are. First of all, Mikey is the leader of a biker gang. He has an immense interest in motorcycles (including their parts and repairing/building them), something of which he is able to bond with other delinquents over. He is frequently commented on by others as showcasing ‘childish’ behavior, such as whining when he doesn’t get his way, taking naps on his vice-commander, Draken’s, back or getting upset when he receives a kid’s meal with no flag in it. He often relies on Draken in a caretaker sort of role, such as providing the aforementioned flags to avoid meltdowns, tying his hair up just the right way in the mornings, going to his house to wake him up (all these things appear frequent activities/rituals Mikey relies on), and being “his heart.” Mikey appears to have naturally low empathy. Pretty early on in the series, he and Draken pay a visit to a girl who was put in the hospital by a rival gang, for being affiliated with some of their members. Her parents encounter them and they are furious that anyone involved in gang activity would even dare show their faces, despite Mikey and Draken not being the ones to actually hurt her. He insists they shouldn't apologize to the parents, because it's not their fault and they personally didn't do anything, failing to comprehend the bigger picture, that the lifestyle of delinquency and crime in general and the violence it breeds, not just between those who partake, but innocents caught in the crossfire, is what led to their daughter's assault. And they are feeling grief and anger, thus acting irrationally and lashing out (which, while illogical to Mikey, is a typical emotional reaction to this sort of situation). But he eventually amends his opinion at Draken’s urging—reserving emotional consideration for when his friends are involved primarily. Difficulty regulating emotions, selective listening, and self-centeredness are also all traits that Mikey has exhibited. He often has atypical/repressed facial expressions. He has safe foods—preferring sweet things like dorayaki and taiyaki above all else. He has a comfort item in the form of an old, raggedy towel, which is, in his words “his whole life,” and refuses to give it up even when his family urges him to throw it out. “The tip of his towel” is canonically his “favorite spot”—He is seen stimming with it by rolling it up and kneading it with his hands and fingers. He also prefers to dress for comfort, in loose and baggy clothes whenever he is outside of his gang uniform, and he always wears the same flip-flops, even when it would seem inconvenient. Some other things that don’t necessarily point to autism, but maybe could be considered in the broader picture with everything else?

Routine night motorcycle rides with his brother and childhood friend, which he continues, same time and route, after their deaths, while talking like they are still there with him (though this is more him just honoring their memories and finding comfort in these old actions)

‘Dark impulse’ flare-ups could be interpreted as meltdowns that cross into violent territory? (Like after Sanzu allegedly broke his new toy as a child) But again, dark impulses are a whole other can of worms that could probably be likened to other things better than autism

He is canonically considered a martial arts genius/prodigy, which could be read as some sort of savantism, but also just typical shounen anime shenanigans Despite some of the shakier things to consider, I find myself really liking the idea of autistic Mikey, and I do think there’s a lot in the story in favor of that reading of him. I’d love to see him represented here!"

Yotasuke -

"He has terrible social skills and doesn't filter his words, and although he does not have bad intentions, he often comes off extremely cold or harsh, saying things like "Talking with you irritates me so can you please leave me alone?". He struggles to make friends, especially since he purposefully pushes people away. Yatora, the main character, brings the number of contacts on his phone to a grand total of three. His wardrobe consists of almost exactly the same shirt over and over again. He holds his pencil and chopsticks extremely weird. He loves animals and is often pictured with them, for example cats and rabbits. He was considered extremely talented at art when he was a child, and his art is still amazing but it has messed up the way he interacts with others. He feels as though art is all he has. This causes him to resent Yatora, who appears to have so many skills and career options, as well as a thriving social life. Yotasuke also has a very strained relationship with his mother, who can be quite manipulative at times. He is also very silly if that means anything to you. Everyone should go read Blue Period actually."

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merakiui · 6 months

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Mera you were COOKING with Monops's reflection, ty for the meal 😩

Do you have any ideas on what happened to reader after what Jade did to them? Do you think Floyd would be upset?

AAAA thank you for eating the meal mwahaha!!! It's a story that was from early 2022 if I remember correctly, so I'm happy I could finish it. I initially abandoned it because I wasn't content with Jade's characterization in the fic (i.e. I felt I'd written him too monstrous and crazy), but now I see that last year's Meraki had yan!Jade figured out before she even realized it LOL. I'm glad it could be a scrumptious meal!!!!!!! >w< I love Jade when he's downright deranged and sick with obsession. <3

I left the ending open to interpretation, but here are a few possibilities I thought of:

✧ Jade nearly kills you (or he does indeed kill you) after biting deep enough into your throat. Or you simply bleed out and he doesn't patch you up; just sits by and watches with that same smile on his face.

✧ he does indeed clean you up after everything and now you're essentially stuck with him because who (aside from Azul and Floyd) is going to believe you or even listen to you if you try to tell anyone what Jade did? Although in the fic it's shown that Azul has friendly relations with you, so perhaps he'd be willing to lend a listening ear (don't expect him to do anything, though; he has no interest in getting mixed up with Jade's personal interests).

✧ Jade's ruined Floyd for you, so now whenever you look at Floyd you think of Jade (and vice-versa), so essentially you're now terrified of both twins (which is exactly how Jade wants it). Maybe you break things off with Floyd as a result, or maybe your sudden lack of interest in Floyd causes him to lose interest in you (or he just pursues you even more than he did before because he's curious. Maybe he starts obsessing over you as well (not what Jade wants).

✧ you quit the lounge to put distance between yourself and the twins, but maybe Jade ended up knocking you up and so now you're even more doomed than before. :(

✧ the trauma of it all makes you averse to all kinds of physical touch. Perhaps it even sparks a fear or distrust in men for you, which makes attending classes even harder for you. But no one's going to help you. Not when the twins are involved. The names Jade and Floyd are enough to have anyone turning the other way; no one wants to get involved.

As for Floyd, part of me imagines he's just as messed up as Jade is in Monops's Reflection. T_T he's sweet and soft to you (mostly), but there's something he's not showing you. :) after all, he and Jade are cut from the same cloth. But then I also think Floyd sort of,,,, suspects it. He's observant; he's had to know Jade's had his eyes on you for a while now and he's had to known this was an inevitability. Perhaps that's why he didn't show up to the lounge and was conveniently off elsewhere during the timespan Jade has you to himself. Maybe he wants to see how far Jade will go.

Floyd cares about you, yes, but not enough to stop his brother or even warn you about what's coming. Whereas Jade only cares about the idea of you, about the concept of having you all to himself for his own enjoyment, Floyd cares about you only if you're entertaining him. In the fic he offhandedly remarks that it's boring when you're not around, so when you're not near him he's bored and has lost interest. When you are there, he's hooked.

In short, both eels are terrible. Would not recommend. </3

#twisted chit chat #reader: not a lot going on around here... let's see what's behind this door #*opens it to see jade and floyd with those crazy toothy smiles*#reader: *shuts the door* yeah..... no... is there a better door around here? ;;;; maybe...

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evablueblanket · 3 months

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Will you tell me about an LU character you love and why you love them? Please please please ramble on and on! It's my favorite! I get so many fun ideas when people gush about their favorites.

I (think) I've said this before, but I am not the most analytical/observ person ever so most of what I say is probably kinda shallow :') BUT THIS IS MY RAMBLE SO OH WELL

Okay so recently, I've been on a Warriors kick. I just super love how like, everyone portrays him! Most see him as big brother shaped, which I super love. His background is just so vastly different than every other Link, which serves as a very cool contrast imo

The way @somer-writes makes Twi and Wars idiodic brothers is like, my favorite ever. I love love love LOVE how he writes Wars and Twi it's so insane the comedy that unfolds when they're just messing around xD

Warriors has this air, this *vibe* which I'm just super drawn too, I think it's just how my personality vs his works (you could theoretically draw *some* parallels with Sokka from ATLA, at least the way they each hold themselves I'd say. Also big bro stuff) (ALSO how both of them are portrayed as 'smart', which is a trait I typically relate too in characters)

When I like a character though, it's more based on the different types of relationships everyone writes them as though, I'd say. Wars and Time and Wind have this super intriguing bond that I think is cool to see how everyone interprets it! For the most part people write them as they're all aware of the War of Ages and whatnot, which lead to some nice fluff and/or angst. But when there's some time paradoxes, it makes it every so more tragic and it's really interesting to see how that can get written. I recall a fic (I FORGOT THE TITLE AND THE AUTHOR NOO) where Wars was teaching Wind medic stuff, but it was like a year before Wind meets Wars in the war. So Wars is all "sob this is why Wind is such a good medic? *Bc I taught him?*" THIS IS SO COOL AND INTERESTING

Also when there's War of Ages fics that have Time/Mask being a stupid child (/aff) they're just super hilarious. There's a series out there that has the Fierce Deity (sorry forgot the author again xD) act as Wars parent figure/older brother figure and it's just really funny to me bc ofc Wars would be a stupid overworking idiot. Loser smh

Four is also another one of the sillies that live in my brain, and I kinda wish there were more fics on how they interact. Though, if I'm being real idk how they really would cause they don't really have the same synergy as any other Links. I just like my favorites to interact, but I super understand how they wouldn't ^^

Small side bit on serious Wars (the biggest example is "Call Them Brothers" by wutheringmights which I'm almost 100% certain you've read that already cause it's soooo long and it's SO GOOD AHH) and ugh I wish I could pay attention more to get every complexity that this Wars has but the brain kinda hates me. I think it makes a lot of sense for Wars to have a grittier characterization, war does that to people. The entire fic is so visceral to me, I just vividly remember reading the flashback section about the long winter, and I don't even know how to really describe it xD

Wars has such a broad range of emotion, if one were to put him under and microscope and study him there would be SO MUCH.

HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THE AESTHETIC

HES THE FUCKING PRETTY BOY OF THE GROUP AND THAT'S SO VALUBLE TO ME FOR NO REAL REASON

Ik Wild is seen as the one with like, outfits and Legend has his jewlery, BUT WARS HAS HIS FUCKING SCARF. THERES SO MANY POSTS ABOUT WARS AND HIS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SCARF AND I AM SO FUCKING FOR IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA

THE SHADE OF BLUE IS AWESOME, ITS SO COOL, ITS SO COOL HES SO COOL RAHHHH

*oops tehe I rambled like a lot* ty for this opportunity :D I'm super glad I decided to type this on my laptop and not my phone xD

#EvaBlue Rambles #like a lot #EvaBlue Answers #linked universe warriors #linked universe wars #linked universe #lu wars #lu warriors #I love rambling #this was super fun #tyyyy ily skip #you're a very cool person

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helladirections · 2 years

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BBF 6: Just Act Normal

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x YN Status: Part 6 Word Count: 8.5k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend, and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring breaking rule number 1, spanking and overstimulation, and softness.

MASTERLIST | PATREON | BBF TAG | PART 5 | PART 7

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Harry shrugged. “Depends on what rule you break. But if it’s a big one…” he looked over to her brother then, standing in line at the waffle maker, before looking back to her. “Maybe we’ll have to try tying you up. Or proper spanking. Maybe even overstimulation. Would you like to try one of those?”

YN’s mouth felt dry as she paused for a moment and then nodded her head, staring blankly ahead of her still in shock that he was able to have a conversation like this so casually surrounded by other people.

“Words, YN,” he reminded her before taking another bite of his breakfast.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “I uh… I would be willing to try one of those.”

“Which one?”

“Um…” YN paused again, recounting the options he had given her. “I’m… I’m not sure. Whichever one you think is… good…?

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It wasn’t fair.

How dare Harry be on this vacation, kissing her and choking her and giving her the best orgasms of her life, when she wasn’t even allowed to touch him or let anyone know how much she was growing to adore him. They were arguably more awkward around each other in public now, on the last day of the trip, than they had ever been before. And while teasing from her brother had calmed down a bit, YN still couldn’t help but blush a tiny bit every time Harry caught her eyes.

Because the truth was, she was totally and completely smitten for him. What had started as a harmless little crush had blossomed into something so much greater. She didn’t have any big, meaningful words to associate with the feeling, not yet. But it was definitely more than a crush and Harry was definitely reciprocating it, whatever it was.

He had always been one to remind her brother to back off a bit on the teasing when he sensed it was getting too much or too harsh for YN. But now, he was teasing her ten fold behind closed doors. He had always been a little bit soft on her, looking after her to an extent. But now, he was holding her close and whispering sweet nothings and making promises that she hoped he would keep.

Of course she was unable to act normal around him. There was far too much swimming around in her head every time she looked at him. Now that she knew what his body could do, she had to stop herself from ogling at him in public, even when he was fully clothed (let alone in the pool or on the beach). They had found themselves together more often than not on this vacation, despite YN’s efforts to avoid an awkward encounter or break their number one rule: not to let her brother find out.

So it wasn’t fair that on the last day of the family trip to Italy, YN’s parents had sent out her, her brother, and Harry to do a walking tour that they had signed up for and paid a deposit for, even though they had decided they didn’t want to go after all. It was supposed to be nice, pretty, and relaxing. But YN knew she would never be able to relax when all three of them were together. She was shit at keeping secrets, and this was one that she just wanted to scream out from the rooftops. And since they were in a foregin country, she couldn’t even reach out to her friends back home to spill the details and gossip and get their opinions. She was all on her own, spiraling in her own head about what he meant every time he looked at her or said something that she might interpret as sweet or sexual.

And it didn’t help that Harry was getting bolder. He was doing a shit job at hiding his feelings for her, or at least his attraction for her. She thought that maybe after almost getting caught in her room the other night he would be more cautious, but the very next day he fingered her on the deck of the yacht where anyone could have caught them. In comparison, the little looks and nudges he was giving her today weren’t nearly as bad, but they were still making her feel a little bit crazy.

So here she was, walking through a neighborhood of beautiful Italian villas by the seaside, the wind blowing lightly in her hair, on a tour with her brother and Harry on the last day of their vacation. He was standing so close to her, but so far away. She wanted so desperately to just reach out and touch him, hold his hand, brush her fingers through his hair. He wasn’t even walking next to her brother, they were walking together behind him as he held up their parents’ camera taking pictures of every boring architectural detail that they would want to see even though none of the three of them really cared about it.

Sometimes, when the wind blew in just the right way, she could smell the new cologne he had bought on one of their excursions a few days earlier. She couldn’t even try to pronounce what it was called, but it made her mouth water. Each time the floral yet manly scent entered her nose she could practically feel her knees growing weak as she started daydreaming about kissing her way down his body, smelling it mixed with the scent that was uniquely him.

And when the wind caught his hair? She was a total goner. His curls became more pronounced in the sea air, one stubborn one falling down in front of his eyes from time to time. Desperately she wanted to reach up to it, place it back where it belonged on top of his head, and run her fingers through his soft brown locks.

YN wasn’t going to be able to follow rule number 1 much longer.

And she had a feeling that Harry had sensed it. Because that morning at breakfast, after her brother had stood up to get another waffle, Harry spoke low so only YN could hear him.

“What kind of punishment do you think we should try out next?” he asked, so casually as he continued eating his eggs.

YN nearly choked on her spoonful of yogurt before looking around the room, making sure no one had heard him.

“I… I don’t know. Um… what are the options?”

“Words, YN,” he reminded her before taking another bite of his breakfast.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “I uh… I would be willing to try one of those.”

“Which one?”

“Um…” YN paused again, recounting the options he had given her. “I’m… I’m not sure. Whichever one you think is… good…?”

Harry chuckled under his breath. “None of them are good, sweetheart, that’s the point. We need to find punishments that teach you a lesson but also keep you green, right?”

YN nodded her head, but spoke up before Harry could correct her again. “Yes. But also… you said I should like and be excited about everything we do, right? Even the punishments?”

“That’s right,” he answered, nodding his head and taking another bite. He pointed at her with his empty fork and his mouth half full, “You remembered those rules. Good girl.”

The term of endearment sent a wave of heat down YN’s spine. But her brother sat back down with them before she could respond. She hadn’t stopped thinking about that conversation all day. Each time she looked at Harry she was trying to develop psychic powers to figure out what sort of punishment he had in store for her.

The options he had given were all things that she had never tried before, never even thought about before. But after he mentioned them, she couldn’t get her thoughts away from them. All three options sounded like they might be enjoyable, if Harry was the one doing it. So far everything Harry had done was more pleasurable than YN ever could have expected.

“YN?” Harry’s voice broke her train of thought.

“Yeah?”

“I asked if you were hungry for lunch yet. We were thinking of ditching the rest of the tour and finding a nice little cafe. What do you think?”

YN looked between Harry and her brother. “Oh uh, yeah, sure.”

She followed the boys blindly, trying her best not to look at Harry’s cute little bum in those loose shorts, or his dark tattoos peaking through the oversized white collared shirt he was wearing. YN knew she was failing, but told herself she was trying her best anyway. In fact, she was so mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of her, she didn’t notice when they had arrived at the cafe and Harry stopped walking - stepping directly into him and running into his back side.

Harry turned around quickly, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. “Shit, YN, you ok?”

Behind Harry’s words, she could hear her brother laughing. She gave him a quick death glare before looking back to Harry.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Wasn’t paying attention…”

Harry hummed in response, giving her a quick once over before backing away. YN couldn’t quite figure out what he was thinking, but she didn’t have a chance to ask before she was being shuffled inside.

The cafe was nice; small. Only about five tables which could seat a maximum of four people each. YN and her brother sat down on opposite sides of the table, leaving Harry to sit on the third side. And although he was technically between them, he kept scooting his chair closer and closer to the corner he shared with YN. She could’ve sworn she saw her brother make a face the third time his chair squealed as he tried to scoot, but she couldn’t be sure.

The hostess was also the waiter, who handed them their menus and realized quickly that none of them spoke Italian. She explained that her father was the chef and his lunch special that day was a spinach and ricotta ravioli with pesto sauce. Harry spoke up quickly, ordering the special for all three of them and small coffee drinks.

Lunch wasn’t any more special than any other meal they’d had in Italy so far, with one huge exception. Harry, after moving his chair as close as possible to YN, was resting his left hand on her thigh beneath the table. When he initially placed it there, YN was drinking water and started to cough in surprise. She even had to look down at her lap to confirm she wasn’t making it up.

While they waited for their food, her brother kept looking between them, and YN was fearing that he was becoming suspicious. But when his lunch arrived he couldn’t be bothered about anything other than filling his stomach.

Harry tried to keep up a conversation, even though both of the siblings were terribly distracted (YN by Harry’s hand and her brother by the food).

“Which was your favorite villa this morning?” he asked between bites.

“Oh um… maybe the first one?” she tried.

“Interesting,” he hummed, taking another bite of his lunch. “Why was that?”

YN could feel herself start to blush, knowing she had been caught. “I uh… I don’t know… I got pretty distracted after the first one so it’s really the only one I remember.”

Harry chuckled at that before grabbing the camera that was sitting on the table. He started to scroll through some of the pictures that her brother had taken, commenting after every few. Harry was essentially talking to himself, but YN didn’t dare stop him. At a minimum his voice was soothing, and he used both hands to look through the camera, giving her some relief from the distraction of his warm palm on her upper thigh.

After lunch, the trio wandered for a bit before stumbling upon a gelato shop, which none of them could turn down. A bell rang as Harry opened the door and let her brother and YN walk through, following behind her with a hand softly placed on her lower back.

YN was immediately focused on trying to decipher the flavors listed on the board behind the counter, but Harry quickly nudged her brother.

“Hey, isn’t that the girl from the pool? The one you went on the date with?”

“Shit, man, it is. What should I do?”

“Go talk to her! You said the date went well, right? Maybe you can see her again before we leave?”

He mumbled something under his breath as he walked over, tapping the girl on the shoulder and starting a conversation, big smiles from both of them. Harry watched for long enough to ensure that they were distracted before he walked up closer behind YN.

Softly, he grabbed her hips from behind and was rewarded with a small jump of surprise. YN immediately looked over to her brother and then back at Harry.

“H!” she whisper-yelled at him. “Be careful! He’s right there!”

Harry just chuckled a bit, before leaning in to place a soft little kiss on the back of her neck. “Shh, babe,” he whispered into her ear. “Just let me hold you, please?”

And who was YN to say no to that? With a sigh, she relented and relaxed her body back into his hold. Her back was against his front, and his thumbs rubbed softly just beneath the bottom hem of her shirt.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? So much easier to be a good girl, isn’t it?”

YN blushed, but nodded her head nonetheless. Hearing those words come from his mouth in a whisper made her insides turn soft and gooey, not unlike the filling of her lunch.

Harry always managed to do that to her - use just his words and make her entire body and mood shift. It happened when he spoke to her sweetly, or when he spoke to her suddenly breaking her train of thought, or when he used his deeper voice to command her to take off her clothes. No matter the situation, Harry was easily beyond compare when it came to the effect his words had on her. And she was pretty sure he knew it, as she was relatively terrible at hiding it.

It wasn’t just his words this time though, because pretty soon she was feeling him lean his hips into her backside, grinding his bulge against her. Turning around in his grasp, she placed her hands on his chest and looked up at his eyes. He still had a soft grip on her hips as he looked at her with a smirk.

“Not here, Harry,” she said.

“S’hard though,” he whined softly. “Y’look so good in those little shorts. Can hardly keep m’hand off of you.”

YN rolled her eyes. “Ok, first of all, you aren’t keeping your hands off of me.”

Harry laughed at that.

“Second… he’s right there.”

Looking over to where her brother was standing, still engaged in conversation with the girl from the pool, Harry sighed. “Fine,” he said in defeat.

“Thank you,” YN answered cheerfully, reaching up on her toes to give him a quick peck on his lips, intent to remove his hands from her body and finally go order her gelato.

But she was interrupted by a familiar voice practically yelling “WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Surprise?”

YN grimaced at the sound of her brother raising his voice along with Harry’s poor attempt at splitting the tension. This is exactly what she didn’t want. Exactly what they both agreed they didn’t want.

She jumped out of Harry’s grasp quickly as her brother came trudging over to them. Looking down at the floor, she couldn’t help but feel ashamed. There wasn’t a particular reason why it would be objectively bad for her and Harry to be together, but she knew that her brother wasn’t going to like it, at least not at the start. And she wasn’t looking forward to the conversation to come.

When he made his way across the shop to the two of them, YN saw a familiar heat in her brother’s eyes that she hadn’t seen since the time she accidentally knocked down a lego house he had been working on for months. It was the kind of anger, mixed with confusion, that was apparently causing his brain to short circuit as he kept opening and closing his mouth, no words coming out.

The afternoon was quiet after that. Since they had ditched the tour, and YN’s brother had effectively ruined his chance at another date with the girl from the pool, the three of them headed back to the hotel, her brother sulking as he walked towards his hotel room. He paused before opening the door, looking between Harry and YN one more time as if he was going to say something, but silence hung in the air as his door closed behind him.

YN looked up to Harry, worry clearly in her eyes.

He reached down, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Come on, baby,” he said, grabbing her hand in his. “Let’s go to my room.”

She sighed as she followed him, sitting down on the edge of his hotel bed. The maid service had already come in and cleaned up for him, but his clothes were sprawled across the floor, definitely nowhere near getting ready to pack up to end the trip. And honestly, YN didn’t want the trip to end at all. She was terrified that this thing with Harry was just a fluke - just a vacation escapade that he was going to brush off when they got back home to regular life.

But she didn’t want that, she wanted more. She wanted him by her side all the time, supporting her like when he helped her jump into the ocean and taking care of her like when he badgered her to eat a better breakfast. She wanted to have unlimited time to try new things in life and in bed. But she had no idea of knowing what Harry wanted.

“Harry?” she asked softly as he sat down next to her.

“Yes darling?”

“I… I really like you,” she admitted, blushing slightly at the confession. She didn’t know how else to start the conversation, so honesty seemed like the way to go.

A smile spread across his face as he looked at her. “I really like you too, YN.”

Desperately, YN wanted to savor the sweet moment, but there was too much going through mind to allow that. So instead she jumped in quickly with more questions.

“Do you like me enough to keep doing this? Even after my brother found out? And the vacation is ending?”

“Sweetheart,” Harry cooed, grabbing both her hands to hold in his lap. “Of course I do. This isn’t… I told you in the ocean that day, remember? This means something to me. You mean something to me.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment.

“What about… what do we tell him?” she asked, addressing the biggest elephant in the room.

At that, Harry sighed. “I’m not exactly sure,” he admitted. “I just… I know he wants the best for you, yeah? He’s probably afraid I’m taking advantage of you, or thinks I went behind his back to get with you, or betrayed some made up best friend code, or something like that. So I just… I need to convince him that none of that is true. That I really care about you, that I’m taking care of you, that I respect you.”

“Will you talk to him? Soon?”

“Of course. I’ll talk to him after dinner, ok?

“Ok.”

Harry leaned forward then, leaving a little peck on her forehead, right at her hair line.

“… and Harry?”

“Mhmm?”

“You do a really good job… taking care of me, I mean. And I like playing with you, it means something to me too.”

“That’s so good to hear, baby,” he said. “Because it looks like we’re going to be alone for a while, and considering we just broke our number rule I think it might be play time.”

It amazed YN, really, how quickly Harry could change gears sometimes. Like on the boat when he switched from soft and gently trying to coax her to wake up right over to harshly demanding she take off her clothes and spread her legs. Or how after he had talked to her about possible punishments this morning at breakfast, he had gone right back into conversation with her brother like nothing had happened at all.

She took a breath, closing her eyes for a moment to help herself transition into the headspace she wanted to be in.

“Harry… I’m thinking about a lot of things right now. Can we start with… can you just kiss me a little bit?” she asked hesitantly.

“Of course darling, come here,” he whispered, placing his hand into her hair so he could gently guide her towards him.

There was something so delicious about his lips, about kissing him. He was an expert in his craft, knowing exactly when and how to move his lips, use his tongue, and bite down on her lower lip just enough. He tasted like their lunch and his toothpaste, and something else that YN found herself craving more and more often recently.

Harry rolled them so he was lying on top of her, supporting himself with one arm, the other still holding the side of her face, fingers around her ear and into her hair. YN couldn’t help but sigh into his mouth when she felt his lower body relax onto her own. Their hips aligned, creating a nice pressure between her legs. Before long she was totally consumed by Harry, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Like when you’re all over me,” she whispered into the kiss.

“Oh yeah?”

YN hummed in agreement as she turned her attention back to his lips, but Harry was clearly making note of her comment.

With Harry surrounding her in every way, YN couldn’t help but let her mind wander to thoughts of him. Of how pretty he looked on the walking tour today. Of how comforting his hands were on her thigh during lunch. Of how strong his chest felt under her hands before she kissed him. Of her brother seeing them kiss. Of the way his voice sounded so loud. Of the look on his face when he walked away from them back at the hotel.

“Shh, baby,” he mumbled between kisses. “Can practically hear you thinking in that head of yours. Relax, don’t think so much, let your body take control.”

She did her best to follow his guidance, as always. Ridding her head of thoughts and images from the day, she focused just on the man on top of her and the movements his lips were making. As usual, Harry was starting out nice, and slow, and gentle, and careful. But when YN raised her hips to create some more friction between them, he moved his hand from the side of her face to press her hips down into the mattress.

“Be patient baby,” he whispered. “Said I would take care of you, but we have to deal with your punishment first.”

YN stopped then, removing her lips from his and letting her head hit the pillow completely so she could look into his eyes.

“Oh.”

“You broke the number one rule,” he reminded her. “Don’t you know what happens when you misbehave?”

She nodded her head.

“Words, YN.”

“Yes… sir,” she added after a moment.

“Good. Because I think it’s time for your punishment. Was thinking you’re in for a proper spanking, what do you think?”

YN was hesitant at first, but as Harry explained what was going to happen she assured him that she was still green. As she stood in front of him, he unbuttoned her shorts and dragged them down her legs, throwing them to the side. His hands rubbed from her ankles up to the crease of her thigh. WIth her hands on his shoulders and his on her waist, he told her calmly what was going to happen, and her anxiety about trying something new slowly dissipated.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and helped her lay down with her bottom hovering over his lap, her knees pressing into the bed to keep it elevated. She could feel her own heart beating hard and fast, but she was certain it was because of anticipation and not fear. She trusted Harry, and he had proved to her over and over again that he would never truly hurt her, only bring her as much pleasure as possible.

“Relax, darling,” he whispered, dragging his hand from her bum all the way up her spine to push her head into the bed a little bit further.

She turned her head onto her side so she was looking back at the pillows, but she couldn’t quite see Harry or his hands out of her peripheral vision.

“How many?” she asked softly.

“I was thinking 10. But you tell me if your color changes, ok sweetheart?”

“Ok.”

With a deep breath forewarning her, he got to work.

The first spank on her ass, much like the first one on her core, happened so quickly she almost didn’t realize he had done it. Before she could process it she was hearing the slap of his hand on her skin and the sting it left behind. She squeaked a bit, mostly in surprise.

Rubbing the reddening area lightly, Harry paused to check in.

“Are you ok baby?”

“Yes sir.”

He continued her punishment, alternating between cheeks so her punishment was spread evenly. It wasn’t long before the harsh sting of his hand was starting to feel good in some bizarre way. The anticipation building in her stomach was less about being nervous and more about excitement for the next slap. In between each one, he would pause, rub his hands lightly over her warm skin, and make a comment. “Look so good with my handprint on your ass,” or “taking it so well, such a good girl,” or “now everyone will know that you’re mine.”

She tried her best to follow Harry’s advice and relax her mind, let her body feel all that was happening and fall into that. It was easy to find some sort of peace when he was touching her like that, speaking to her like that, filling her up with something warm that felt like buttery mashed potatoes in her tummy.

After the tenth one, he filled the air with praises. “Did such a good job… my baby… you did so well…”

By this point, YN’s state of heightened sensation was driving her a little bit wild. She felt like her head might just be up in the clouds, like if she closed her eyes and relaxed enough, she would just float away into outer space, Harry by her side. The words she wanted to respond with were getting jumbled in her head before she could let them out, only responding with soft hums and grunts to let Harry know that she had heard him and appreciated the reward he was giving her in the form of her words.

She wasn’t even embarrassed when Harry’s fingers ventured away from the plush skin he had been spanking, pulled her panties to the side, and let one finger slide through her slit, finding it extremely wet.

“Oh,” he said. “You really liked that, hm?”

YN just hummed, unable to feel the shame she might have acknowledged in this situation.

He continued to stroke her lightly, never quite letting his fingertips reach her clit. It was an odd angle, she realized, to be fingered in. But she would take it from Harry however he would give it to her. She felt as he encouraged her to spread her legs slightly and then used one hand to help hold her lips open.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Y’soaked. Look at that… practically shining… this little pussy is begging for my cock, isn’t it?”

All YN could do was sigh as he continued his ministrations.

His fingers were warm, though the air circulating through the room felt cool on her wet skin. Fingers dancing through her folds, Harry seemed to use all the knowledge he had learned about her so far to make sure he did exactly what she liked. He teased her by not touching her clit right away, and when he did, he used small, slow circles with the pad of his thumb. When he entered her, he used two digits right away so she would let out a small moan at the stretch he was creating. And after thrusting and rubbing for a while, he curled his fingers to rub against where he knew her g-spot was.

“Harry,” she gasped out, his name the only word she was able to come up with from her jumbled mind.

“I know baby, you’re almost there. Go ahead and come on my fingers, whenever you’re ready,” he cooed.

And maybe it was the way that he said those words so easily, but she couldn’t help but follow through with his request. It wasn’t long before she was feeling a tight, jittery ball inside of her getting ready to explode each time he touched her exactly right. Eyes squeezed tightly closed, her hands grabbed at the soft hotel duvet under her to try and find some ground. But when her orgasm finally hit, Harry not daring to stop working her through it, she realized nothing was ever going to be able to tie her down from this. If Harry kept this up, she was just going to float away.

“So good for me,” he cooed after it was clear that she had come down from her high.

He kept rubbing at her though, to the point where it was just a little bit uncomfortable. YN reached behind her to try and shove his arm away from her, but he resisted.

“No baby. Gonna cum again for me, ok? Gonna make you cum so many times you’re crying and then I’ll fuck you with my cock last. How does that sound?”

And all YN could do at that was moan.

With his ever-growing muscles he grabbed her torso beneath her arms and tossed her onto her back on the bed. She bounced a bit and couldn’t help giggling as he stood over her.

“S’not funny,” he said with a pout. “Gonna make you cry. Don’t laugh at me.”

She stopped, nodding her head and watching with wide eyes as Harry ridded himself of his own clothes. The oversized shorts slid down his body, and he didn’t even bother to unbutton his shirt, opting instead to just pull it off from the neck and let it land in a heap with the rest of their clothes. When he removed his boxers, his cock sprung up, already excited for what was to come.

But Harry didn’t seem the least bit bothered with his own pleasure at the moment, instead he made it clear that he was entirely focused on YN and making her cum as many times as he could.

He crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs and bringing his face up to her center. There was a clear wet patch in the middle of her underwear, and when Harry blew cool air on it, YN couldn’t help but to shiver. Inhaling loudly, he made a show of appreciating her.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Love the smell of this pretty pussy… best little cunt I’ve ever fucked, y’know that? Such a good little slut for me.”

His hands were gripping tightly onto her upper thighs, likely to leave slight red marks if not entire bruises. YN supposed their vacation being almost over meant they didn’t have to worry about her skin being exposed in a bathing suit in the same way. And secretly, she loved the little shocks of pain his grasp was giving her.

“So wet for me…” he mumbled, his voice trailing off as he let a finger stroke over the center of her panties.

YN whimpered at the feeling, desperate for more contact even though she had already cum once. For someone who claimed he was going to make her cum over and over again, Harry sure was being a tease.

With his tongue flat and wide, Harry finally licked a stripe over the thin cotton fabric covering her core. And once he started, it was like he couldn’t be stopped. Eating her out over her panties, he sucked the fabric and her folds into his mouth time and time again. The fabric added extra friction as he rubbed over her clit, making her gasp out and shake her head back and forth on the pillow.

“Such a little slut,” he said in between licks. “Falling apart for me and don’t even have all your clothes off yet. Pathetic.”

It felt amazing, but she needed more. She needed to feel him directly on her. She needed him inside of her, one way or another. She was desperate for it.

“Please, sir,” she whined out.

Harry chuckled without fully removing his mouth from where it was working.

“Such a little whore… s’alright though. You’re my little whore, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He fulfilled her request then, pulling her panties to the side once again so he could make direct contact with her wet center. Her nerve endings were practically on fire as he worked her over to the point where she was panting from above him. One hand flew down to tangle into his curls, pulling on his hair each time he sent an extra spark through her body. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build inside of her.

“Close,” she mumbled out.

And she could feel him smile against her as he continued sucking her clit into his mouth and running his tongue over it. To give her the extra boost she needed, he inserted two fingers inside of her, curling them against her g-spot right away. The pleasure was building and building, and YN was squirming. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away from his mouth or closer to it, but she knew it was impossible to stay still.

Harry slapped her thigh, causing her to gasp.

“Stop moving. I’ll tie you down if I have to,” he told her, like a promise.

She did her best, toes curling as her second orgasm soon hit her. It burst from her lower stomach, warmth spreading all across her body. Neck stretched out, fingers squeezing the duvet tightly, YN practically screamed from the pleasure Harry was delivering to her. This second one was stronger than the first, but decidedly shorter.

Catching her breath, she tried to use her grip in Harry’s hair to pull him away from her, but he resisted.

“Told ya,” he mumbled against her. “Gonna make you cum until you’re crying.”

Eventually, he backed off a bit, although only to remove the rest of her clothes. Her third orgasm came from just his fingers. Three of them inside of her and his thumb rubbing against her clit sent her into overdrive. And when he shifted his body so he could choke her lightly, she practically lost it.

“Look so good with my hand around y’neck,” he said. “So pretty for me.”

It was his words that really did her in.

The fourth one came courtesy of her virbators, still stored under the bed. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard him turn them on, her eyes still closed as she attempted to catch her breath stil.

“Teamwork, for this one,” Harry said, laughing to himself a bit.

She continued squirming, much to Harry’s dismay. So he followed through on his promise from earlier and used their clothes as makeshift ropes to tie her legs open to the bed. Her fourth orgasm came quickly, and if she didn’t know any better she might have identified the sensation as slight pain rather than pleasure. He thrust the dildo inside of her while holding a vibrator directly to her clit, and he didn’t let up until well after she had come down from her high. Eyes clearly watering, YN couldn’t decide if she was ready for it to be over or if she really wanted more.

Harry seemed to notice that she was getting overwhelmed, however. Because he sat down next to her and gently grabbed her chin, turning so she was facing him.

“Open your eyes, babe,” he whispered, kissing her forehead lightly.

When she did they were just the other side of watery.

“Oh poor thing. Was this too much for you, petal?”

YN didn’t even realize she was doing it, but she immediately started shaking her head no. “Green, green,” she whimpered between breaths

So he untied her ankles, flipped her over onto her tummy, and grabbed her by her waist, lifting her up so she was on all fours, head smushed into the pillow because she already couldn’t hold herself up. He ate her out again from this position, and when she came for the fifth time her knees gave out as she fell to the bed. He cleaned her up with his tongue, prodding inside of her stretched, weepy hole before sitting back on his knees.

“Baby?” Harry asked.

YN only responded with a grunt. And then a sniffle. And that’s when they both realized she was crying.

“Oh darling,” he cooed softly.

He shifted himself so he was on his side, head on the pillow next to her. One hand started to stroke her hair at the back of her head, relaxing her slightly as she came down from the fifth orgasm of the night.

“Looks like y’crying.”

She hummed in agreement.

Harry leaned forward then, sticking his tongue out and licking a path up her cheek to catch her tears. The act felt dirty, raw, and carnal but somehow still soft and sweet at the same time. The exact contradiction that Harry constantly embodied.

YN sighed at the feeling of his spit taking the place of her tears.

“Think that means it’s time for you to have my cock. If you still want it. If it’s too much we can call it a night and just cuddle or take a bath.”

“Want it,” she whispered through a raspy voice, her throat sore from all the moans and groans and screams of the night.

“Ok baby, only if you’re sure.”

Words still mixed up and impossible to decipher in her brain, she said the one thing that she knew would get her what she wanted. “Green.”

He chuckled a bit at that, kissing her lightly on her nose and then her forehead.

“Alright baby. Y’been so good for me. Such a good girl. Gonna get your reward now, aren’t you?”

Harry kept her on her tummy, placing a pillow beneath her hips and spreading her legs just enough to allow him the space he needed. He entered her easily, her hole worn and tired from five orgasms already. She was sure her insides would show that they had been spent already, but much to her surprise Harry still groaned.

“So fucking tight, shit.” He took a deep breath as his hips met her ass. “Perfect little pussy, fuck.”

He waited for a moment, for him or for her, she wasn’t entirely sure. But every nerve ending in her body was on fire and although he had already used three fingers and a whole dildo, she still felt a slight stretch at the size of his cock.

When he started moving, he did so with long, slow, deep thrusts. He let his upper body fall over on top of hers, holding himself up just barely with his forearms next to her head, their fingers intertwined. Harry let out a grunt nearly every time his hips slammed into hers, the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall as well.

YN was whining almost the entire time, her body and mind unable to come up with any other reaction. Each time his head stroked against her g-spot her pitch got just a little bit higher. Every time she thought there was no way Harry could give her any more pleasure, she was proven wrong.

“So good, baby. Such a good girl,” he whispered in her ear as he moved inside of her. “So good for letting me fuck you like this… fuck you after cumming so much… shit you’re amazing.”

There were no words left inside her brain, so YN responded with a contented sigh instead.

He kissed the back of her head a few times as his speed increased, although only slightly. It was clear that both of them were exhausted but he was still chasing his own release, and apparently trying to get a sixth one out of her.

“Can feel you squeezing on me,” he said softly.

Her body must have been doing that on its own accord, because YN hadn’t even realized or felt it. But once he pointed it out, she realized she was pulsing around him, the overstimulation making her muscles tired and confused and on high alert all at the same time.

Harry reached around her body, slipping his hand between the pillow and her hips so he could rub at her clit one more time.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “I know you’ve got one more… you can do it… give me one more sweetheart.”

And honestly, YN figured it was the sweet tone of his voice more than the movements of his hips or his fingers. As she felt practically every muscle in her body tense up, she cried out his name. And when she did, she heard Harry’s telltale groan in her ear as he shot ropes of cum inside of her, his own orgasm hitting him hard.

Still, even after six orgasms, YN found herself whimpering when Harry slid himself out of her.

“I know, darling,” he whispered, rolling off of her and onto his side.

He looked at her, tears in her eyes and lips trembling still.

“I’m right here with you. Just breathe. It’s ok.”

His calming voice centered her. She looked into his eyes, her vision a bit blurry from the tears.

“You did so good for me… So good… You’re so amazing… My best girl…” he let the praises fall out of his mouth, each one filling her with that warmth she craved.

Harry used his thumb to wipe away the tears from her cheeks, though there were clear remnants from when she had cried earlier. He lightly dragged his fingers up and down her back to help calm her, her breathing eventually returning to normal.

“Sleepy,” she mumbled.

“I know, angel. But we’ve got to get you cleaned up. And we’ve got to get to dinner in a bit.”

She groaned at that, turning her head away from him.

Harry laughed. “I know, I’d rather stay in bed with you too. How about we take a nice bath, hm? I’ll even carry you into the tub.”

“And sit with me?”

“Yes, darling. I’ll sit with you.”

He did just that, wiping her off with a soft towel, careful knowing that she was oversensitive. Then he ran a bath for her, warm but not too hot. Harry carried her bridal style off of the bed and deposited her into the tub, but he stayed by her side the entire time, sitting on the bathroom floor and leaning against the wall.

Most of the bath was quiet, YN’s eyes either closed in relaxation or opened, gazing into Harry’s. Her entire lower half was sore from the combination of the spanks and over stimulation. But she would never give up the experience Harry had just given her.

Towards the end of the bath, as the water started to cool, YN felt the words coming back into her mind. She smiled and giggled at one point, Harry laughing in response and asking her what she was thinking about.

“Just can’t believe that happened,” she responded.

“Can happen again… and again… as many times as you want, baby,” he promised her.

YN blushed at the suggestion, looking away from Harry for a moment.

“I said I’d take care of you, didn’t you think I meant it?”

After the bath, she wanted to take a nice long nap. But unfortunately that wasn’t in the cards as it was nearing dinner time and YN’s parents and brother were expecting the both of them downstairs in just half an hour.

Harry helped her get out of the tub and dry off, brushing her hair just as he had done a few nights earlier. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear and she melted into his touch when he held her close. When it was time to get dressed, he helped her with that too, picking out a cute little sundress for her to wear to dinner. She raised her arms as he slipped it over her head, and then he kissed her lightly on the nose. He was such a thoughtful, sweet person, and she never wanted to give that up.

Dinner was not as sweet, however. The tension between the three of them was palpable, although her parents said something about the boys needing to tease her less and then they wouldn’t be so mad at each other. What they didn’t seem to catch was the way that her brother was looking at Harry through the entire meal.

After dinner, the three of them went to get the gelato that they missed out on earlier. To say that YN was nervous for the conversation to come was an understatement. So naturally she ordered the larger size cup of super chocolatey ice cream, hoping it could somehow ease the tension.

YN wasn’t typically one to sit back and let others fight her battles for her. But she had a deep-seeded fear of her brother’s yelling voice left over from one time in middle school when he had yelled and punched a wall, and deemed it best to just keep quiet while he and Harry hashed things out. She hardly even looked up from her dessert, trying to just focus on keeping calm and not wondering what all this meant.

Harry opened the conversation after a deep breath.

“I know this is a lot…” he started. “And I’m not sure what you want to know and what you don’t. Do you want to just ask me some questions?”

YN was grateful that Harry was taking the pressure off of her and putting it all on himself, although it wasn’t entirely fair considering they were equally at fault.

The interrogation Harry endured was rough, putting it lightly. YN hadn’t ever really had a boyfriend serious enough to have to go through the process of getting her older brother’s approval, and this was definitely a unique situation. (Not that Harry was her boyfriend, of course). He seemed to come into the conversation with rage fueled by an assumption that Harry was taking advantage of his sister, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

“It was that night we had beer on the balcony,” Harry explained slowly. “You know, we were talking, and she’s not a little kid anymore, dude. We both felt this way.”

Harry nodded his head, encouraging him to take another bite of his gelato.

‘“I could tell your teasing was getting to her, and I wanted to be honest so I told her the truth…” Harry trailed off.

After several more minutes of harsh questions and explanations, her brother finally sighed before looking between the two of them.

“You promise to me that you’re taking care of my sister?” he asked.

Harry looked to YN before answering, and she smiled knowing that was his biggest promise. “I promise.”

“And you,” he said, pointing his spoon over to YN. “You want this? He’s not pushing you into this?”

YN shook her head quickly. “Not at all! I… um… I mean you were right, I did have a crush on him. And the more I’ve gotten to spend time with him alone…” she took a deep breath, not willing to look at either boy as she continued. “I really like him. Harry, I really like you.”

“I know,” he answered softly. “I really like you too.”

She looked up then, finally letting out a breath as she saw a sparkle in his eye which she knew to be filled with all the care he had for her.

“Look, it’s gonna take some getting used to… and you better not be all PDA in front of me, ok? Don’t need to see my sister doing that,” he grumbled. He looked up then, catching YN’s eyes. “If you’re happy, YN, then that’s what matters, right? Harry’s my best friend. I guess… I guess that means he’s a pretty good guy. I just want what’s best for you.”

The conversation eased up after that

Her brother was still a bit bitter, but the three of them walked back to the hotel with far less pressure on their chests. YN was holding Harry’s hand for the first time, and with his fingers intertwined with her own she felt a special kind of spark. She couldn’t help but look up at him and smile.

The two of them went back to his room and sat on the balcony again. The stars were bright in the dark night, the waves a calming background to the moment at hand. They didn’t speak much, mostly just looking at each other and stealing little kisses.

“Thank you… for talking to him,” she said softly at one point.

Harry tilted his head to the side as he looked at her with hearts in his eyes. “Of course, sweetheart. Would do anything for you.”

She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have found him. And although she had to wait years to get her chance, she was grateful for the liquid courage that allowed her to speak up on the balcony at the beginning of the trip. This man, who she thought would only ever see her as a little kid, had given her something she had never even known she needed.

Not only did he do an amazing job at pleasuring her physically, but he made her feel desired in a way that no man ever had before. Every time they looked at each other, she felt it in her heart that he was someone special. And although they still had not talked about a label or any big exciting words, she knew that he felt strongly about her. He promised that he would take care of her, and he fulfilled that promise over and over again.

MASTERLIST | PATREON | BBF TAG | PART 5 | PART 7

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therainscene · 1 year

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I’ve been rolling the Mike thinks Will is in love with El theory around in my head some more. I like it, but it’s not without its flaws.

One especially damning counter-argument a few folks have brought up is that Mike heard Will refer to himself as El’s brother at the police station:

Will’s line contrasts Jonathan’s earlier “I’m her brother... uh, step-brother...”, indicating that Will has fully embraced her as family where Jon doesn’t quite see her that way yet.

It’s a great point. The only justification I’ve seen for it is that Mike wasn’t put off from kissing El after he’d already implied he wanted to be her brother... but that doesn’t wash with me. Just because he had no idea how to reconcile his feelings with heteronormative expectations at 12 doesn’t mean he's still clueless at 15.

So let’s give him some credit and try a different angle: When we step outside of the Byers POV, Will’s line is actually quite ambiguous.

The unsympathetic receptionist refused to let them see El on the grounds they weren’t a parent or legal guardian, so Will jumped in with an argument he hoped would win her over: we’re her legal next of kin. He’s just saying whatever he thinks will grant them access to El -- there’s no reason it has to be reflective of his true feelings.

After all, it’s not as though Will “be gay do crime” Byers has any qualms about being dishonest with authorities when it suits him.

Mike was present for both of the above moments, so he definitely knows this about Will. And this is only one piece of evidence amongst many -- the rest of it is undeniably suggesting that Will’s in love with one half of Milevn:

Will’s been acting weird in a likes-someone way around El;

Will sulked at Rink-o-Mania over getting third-wheeled by Milevn and rarely took his eyes off El;

Will is always eager to talk about El and brings her up in conversations with Mike more than Mike does;

Will hinted that he was hiding an uncomfortable secret from Mike in the scrapyard heart-to-heart;

Will is the more trustworthy party in the “maybe it is for [someone he likes]”/“El commissioned it” painting lie conflict;

Will was on the verge of tears the whole time he was pushing Mike back into El’s arms in the van and the pizzeria.

It’s obvious to the audience what conclusion to draw here because we had the benefit of seeing it all through Will’s sad gay puppy eyes...

...But Mike is forced to assess the evidence through his own biased POV.

This kid has severe self-worth issues, which are tied up in his feelings for El, which are in turn tied up in heteronormativity. It’s also been hinted that he has depression -- messy room, slipping grades, parallels with Max -- an illness that’s notorious for twisting your thought processes into the most pessimistic directions possible.

So while Mike may very well suspect the truth, I’m not sure he’s in the right headspace to accept it. There’s a good chance he’s torn between the two interpretations:

Will likes El: Mike is forced to choose between making Will happy vs. holding on to the one thing that makes him feel like he has value. But he can tell that El doesn’t need him anymore, and he couldn’t live with himself if he hurt Will... after all, aren’t a straight boy’s feelings more important than some pathetic queer who’s lying to himself?

Will likes Mike: Mike gets to make Will happy and he gets to make himself happy. Letting go of El might be difficult, but he knows she’ll be fine without him, and Will has already proven that his unbridled love can help Mike see his inherent self-worth -- a much healthier approach than tying his self-worth up in being someone’s boyfriend.

The first interpretation reinforces Mike’s heteronormative beliefs and ensures he continues to feel worthless, whereas the second allows him to feel hope that things can get better.

Which interpretation would a depressed brain find more appealing? Or, more to the point, since Stranger Things tends to explore these struggles through metaphor--

--which interpretation would give Mr. Everyone-is-Just-Waiting-For-it-All-To-Be-Over an opportunity to break through Mike’s defenses?

#stranger things #willelmike #byler #willel #elmike #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #my analysis

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scoots-canoe · 20 hours

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What's your thoughts on Tien's relationship with Chiaotzu? Are they just friends? Does Tien see him as a baby brother or a child? Why is he carrying him around during half of DBZ?

OOO ty for the ask!!

My favorite fan descriptions I've seen of chiaotzu with regards to his relationship with ten are "little buddy" and ten's "special needs lil bro".

Also for context I still haven't seen DBZ yet (I'm like 85% through OG DB). I think it's really cute when he carries him around though.

My interpretation of their dynamic is that it's closest to an older brother & younger brother relationship, but also similar to a parent/guardian and child, but also close friends, & a bond that's not necessarily able to be put into words (not in a typical way anyway).

I really love this post from @dballzposting about them, so I'll link it here: https://www.tumblr.com/dballzposting/723409895434649600/i-love-tenshinahn-chaozu-they-make-each-other-so

But especially this bit right here:

"I think that Tenshinhan needs his little buddy the same way that he needs to stand in waterfalls for hours on end. This is just how he has to live his life"

That whole post though I support wholeheartedly lol...

My answer is mostly others' words but they just put it so well!

TY again for the ask... I love them :')

#ask #dragon ball #tenshinhan #tien shinhan #chiaotzu

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the-genius-az · 1 day

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I apologize for how long this one gets!

A couple of details about The Boiling Rock: it doesn't change at all in the "death by heartbreak AU", but in the "Maizula endgame", the betrayal is even worse. It's kinda clear that Azula is not even aiming at Mai, she's aiming at her feet to scare her. Like canon, Azula didn't expect any conflict, so she's not in battle mode. She's angry that Mai is choosing Zuko over her.

(If I age them up and make it a situation where Mai's pregnant, Azula is just threatening her, she has aim good enough to shoot close but not close enough to hurt.

If it's a situation like that, Azula's reaction is much more feral.)

Azula doesn't know that Mai's goal is to slow her down, distract her long enough so she doesn't kill her own brother. In canon, Azula's mental breakdown starts to build up when Mai & Ty Lee betray her, in here it starts when Zuko betrays her by leaving – it comes back to platonic mates. It comes back to her doing everything she can, going out of her way and putting her own life at risk, to bring him home and keep him safe. Then he just leaves. He leaves again and now Azula is older, her connections and her reactions are stronger. The little pack, in her alpha brain, is her, Mai, Ty Lee and Zuko. A member leaving means the alpha will be hurt.

So. Azula's clearly not fine, she has her issues, of course she interprets Mai's action as breaking the pack apart even further. And when Mai says the "I love him more than I feat you" (without noticing that maybe that's the last thing she should tell Azula), Azula partially ignores her instinct to never, never harm her omega.

Still, Azula wouldn't hurt her, not really. But then there's Ty Lee right there and she can smell so, so much anger and ferocity. She can't smell the distress underneath because it's too subtle. She reacts on impulse to chi-block Azula.

It's that, taking away Azula's bending – even temporarily – that breaks the pack. That breaks Azula.

Later, post-war and healing, it's a happy ending but not perfect. Azula was betrayed and abandoned by way too many people, hurt way too many times. She can marry, mate Mai, have a kid or two – she refuses to have that litter of pups she dreamed of as a kid. But a pack? No.

Part of her doesn't even fully claim Mai, because what if she does and Mai chooses someone else over her again?

Her bond with Zuko and Ty Lee is permanently broken, she can be civil, even friendly, to them, but nothing more. She might be kind of friends with the Gaang, after being redeemed/healed, they want to include her but she rejects the bond.

Azula feels safer as a lone wolf, no pack. A mate with a half bond, a kid or two, because if she ever feel a bond break again, she knows she won't make it.

Both Mai and Ty Lee will regret for the rest of their lives. Mai thinks a lot about what she should have done differently, said differently to slow Azula down but not hurt her this much. Ty Lee thinks a lot about the way that maybe, just maybe, chi-blocking Azula wasn't the right choice.

I just made The Boiling Rock much more heartbreaking, I think.

- Ash 🔥🍌

Thanks for this, Ash!

She's angry that Mai is choosing Zuko over her.

Annoyed? No, she is sad and hurt because her Omega chooses someone who is not her.

If I age them up and make it a situation where Mai's pregnant.

Oh gods! Do you want to kill Azula?! Why do you seem to hate her, Ash! 😭

She's not only losing her entire pack and her Omega, but her cub too!

And when Mai says the "I love him more than I feat you" (without noticing that maybe that's the last thing she should tell Azula).

Obviously he shouldn't have said that! It seems like everyone hates Azula! Does Mai really love Azula? or do you just use it?

It's that, taking away Azula's bending even temporarily - that breaks the pack. That breaks Azula.

Ash, that destroys anyone, even me! And I know that one day the vipers in my house will leave me!

post-war and healing, it's a happy ending but not perfect.

No, that's not a happy ending, just for the others but not for Azula.

They basically subject Azula to living with an Omega who doesn't even love her and living with people who break her again and again.

Part of her doesn't even fully claim Mai, because what if she does and Mai chooses someone else over her again?

I literally feel a tightening in my heart, you understand, Ash? You hurt me.

He married Mai and has two children, but he will never have his mark, seems ALMOST fair to me.

I wonder what Mai's reaction was when Azula denied claiming her completely, even when she asked her to.

Her bond with Zuko and Ty Lee is permanently broken, she can be civil, even friendly, to them, but nothing more.

I understand getting along with Ty Lee, or at least having a civil relationship, but Zuko? He is literally the person who took everything from his life, and he has to live with the torture of all the traumas that were caused to him.

He's even inside his house forever and doesn't see anyone except his kids and Mai is a mercy.

She might be kind of friends with the Gaang, after being redeemed/ healed, they want to include her but she rejects the bond.

I can already imagine the reaction.

Gaang: Do you want to be part of our pack?

Azula: NO, NEVER, EVER. 🏃‍♀️

Mai:...

Ty Lee:...

Zuko:...

It's obvious to the Gaang that Azula is completely traumatized by the entire packs and bonds.

I hope Mai, Ty Lee and Zuko are ashamed of that.

Azula feels safer as a lone wolf, no pack. A mate with a half bond, a kid or two, because if she ever feel a bond break again, she knows she won't make it.

I won't make it if you keep this up, Ash. 😭

Both Mai and Ty Lee will regret for the rest of their lives.

I'm glad, I just hope Zuko dies slowly and painfully.

Does Zuko regret ruining his Sister's life?

I just made The Boiling Rock much more heartbreaking, I think.

You just put a rope around my neck, you'll be happy, Ash.

JUST DO IT, ASH. 😭😭

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Were there any scenes in the series finale that I can interpret as being Lunter despite the lack of any actual interactions between them?

There were a few Lunter crumbs. Let’s see…I can twist some scenes to add Lunter.

During the dream scene, Hunter asked Luz, “What’s the first thing you do when you wake up from a bad dream?” He smiled at her in a sweet and supportive way like “you know this!” This headcanon is also a fun interpretation for that sentence.

This one’s pretty much just looking into Luz and Hunter’s relationship but when Luz was talking to The Collector about friendship, she described “kindness and forgiveness.” Throughout her interactions with Hunter, she showed him constant kindness. When he nearly betrayed her in Hunting Palismen, Luz showed kindness to make him realize what he was doing was wrong. She even forgave him after that and kept doing her best to grow closer with him. Of course, she did this with all of her friends/found family, but still, it can have a touch of Lunter.

When Camila woke up after being a puppet, she asked “Where’s Luz?” Hunter’s face of concern for Luz shows that he cares about her a lot.

When Camila’s talking about how the group is exhausted and needs rest so they shouldn’t be fighting, Hunter is the first to ask, “What about Luz?”

This one is my favorite crumb that goes with the Luz/Evelyn interpretation. When Phillip is dying in front of Luz, she watches and doesn’t say anything. She watches him suffer. This could show that instead of Evelyn dying in front of Phillip as he cold heartedly watches, it’s the other way around. Phillip has lost to a wild witch that took his brother away from him again and is dying in front of her while she mercilessly watches.

This last one’s just for fun and to add something extra. Remember how Vee said she wanted to stay behind and the fandom was like “Oh, she just wants to see Masha?” Well, now I can say that when Luz was being dramatic and said “I can’t wait to see everyone again” after the time skip, she probably wanted to see Hunter (nearly) the most. No one can really say anything against that. If Lvm!ty wasn’t canon, she definitely would’ve wanted to see him the most out of everyone from their extremely close connection.

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