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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 9 days

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I believe brittney doesn't deserve the unrecognization but i want to see relationship hcs about her. Mc/Reader is stoic and stern but can be sweet to her, A type of relationship where brittney is somehow different around Mc (Stealing glances, daily ranting to mc, i just like to think sweet things being happen)

A Gyaru's Rhapsody (Brittney x Stoic and Stern! MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)

Anon, I hope you enjoy, had fun writing for Brit, and I hope you lot enjoy reading it! (“⌒∇⌒”)

Also I do agree she is underrated AF. >:(

Also dw y'all Jess loved Brit as a bsf for life in this. <3

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Rhapsody: an effusively enthusiastic or ecstatic expression of feeling.

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You were notorious for being cold and distant.

Hell, even Geo had deemed you icy.

Across the school people had learnt to simply not interact with you, because dear gods above did you master your intimidating death-stares.

Alas, the sole person whom you genuinely got along with, to everyone's surprise?

Brittney-fucking-Claire.

People were astonished, hell, she was astonished when you and her became friends (by your wish).

Usually she's the one who made the rules, who led the charges.

But she doesn't mind.

She personally thought you were intriguing, your personality was that of Geo's and Jess's smushed together, so Brit was shook when you went out of your way to talk to her.

After a while you join the group, becoming somewhat good friends with Crowe, Jess and Deryl while getting a lot closer to Brittney.

She didn't know why, but she felt a strange sense of security around you, she felt safe.

Unjudged.

Free to say how she felt.

You warming up to her - for reasons she still couldn't figure out - along with you being so oddly nice to her made her feel strange.

Eventually she decides it's not a facade and fully accepts your friendship.

Will start splurging all her gossip to you, you want dirt? Tea? Juicy deets? She's got it all.

Starts sharing her skincare routine with you (only shared this info with Jess so you better keep it secret pookie).

Soon enough you and her start going to facials and hair salons together, then do manicures and pedicures, then each other's homes.

Essentially you worm your way into her heart, and she's worried.

She'd not felt this strongly for someone in a long fucking time.

But...you'd proven to her repeatedly by this stage you were trustworthy...that you genuinely cared about her.

It slowly creeps up on her, the realisation that she's fallen for you, hell she didn't even crush on you, she fucking fell so hard she doesn't wanna get up.

She'll ask Crowe for information about you, and then advice.

He becomes a wingman frfr

Crowe will have to drop hints for you to confess, so when you finally do (btw congrats Anons, doing that shit sounds hard), Brittney just nods briskly. "Brit...I. Like. You." "Yeah, I like myself too." (liar) "Romantically. I...wanna be with you. Genuin-" "Yes."

When you both start dating, Brittney would have already been comfortable with you to the stage of being able to talk about literally anything (y'all love shittalking the nastier girls at Olympieus)

Also defends you from bullies, and will protect you if she deems it necessary (she always will, any excuse to hit those girls is a good one)

However, she becomes much more possessive.

Not to an extent where she'll restrain you.

She will simply fight anyone who dares try and steal you from her (spoiler alert, she wins)

When one of you is sad, you have an unspoken ritual to grab vodka, go to the others' house and rant, ramble and rave on about your problems.

Banger form of therapy.

Brit will also help you study if you need it, she's willing to take notes for you, hell, even tutor you if absolutely needed.

Will also give you #girlboss treatment

You both go out looking badass.

And you have the most fun ever. In short, you're both devoted to each other. And you're both more than happy to keep it that way.

#the kid at the back #tkatb #reminder that geo is superior #tkatb vn #tkatb x reader #brittney claire #tkatb brittney #teehee #i fed you guys again #<33

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azulock · 5 months

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Day eleven, almost at the end, now all that's left is to check up on the oh so flammable Gävle Goat! Yall know I'm very much in the give Reo therapy club, so here we are, come on, he deserves love and support. Also, yes, I have a very casual relationship with my father, why you ask?

summary. when take the holiday to finally bring Reo to meet your father, he is overjoyed - but at the same time, he is just as anxious. A part of him insists that your father won't like him, despite your assurance that everything will be just fine. Still, he worries, but maybe he just has to accept that some things are worse in his head than they are in reality.

pairing. Reo Mikage x Fem!Reader

wordcount. 739 words

11. Family Christmas Dinner - Reo Mikage

"But what if he doesn't like me?" Reo whined as you pulled him down the snowy street. "I mean, I'm sure he knows you c-"

"Reo," you cut him off, turning to him and taking his hands in yours, "love, you are getting caught up in your thoughts. What did your therapist say about that?"

"Ah," he paused, sighing before looking up at you. "That I should focus on what is real."

"Right," you assured him, squeezing his hand in support, "and in this moment, what is real?"

"The birds in that tree, the snow on the ground, you," Reo looked around, counting the things surrounding him until his eyes met yours again, his hands returning your gentle squeeze.

"Good, good," you soothed him, taking one step closer so your faces almost touched. "Besides, if my father decides he doesn't like you, he can take that up with me. This is my life, he doesn't get to make the choices, and I love you."

You were right, he knew it, and despite doubts still swimming in his mind, Reo felt safer by your side. When you'd first brought up the idea of spending Christmas with your father - since this year his wife would be spending the holiday with her daughters - he was equal amounts excited and terrified.

Since you lived far from your father, and you were always so busy, he hadn't had the chance to reach this milestone in your relationship yet. So he was happy, overjoyed, but he still couldn't help the fear that he would cause a bad impression.

"I know, but," he grumbled, biting his lip as you came to the front door, "you should have let me buy a better gift at least."

"Reo," you laughed, shaking your head as you pushed the key in the door, "that would make my dad think you believe you can buy people with money. That wouldn't have helped your case. Now, we are going in."

You waited for him to nod before opening the door, calling out for your father once safely inside. From the stairs to your side came your father, poking fun at the both of you for dressing so nicely when you'd just be spending the day indoors with him.

You rolled your eyes and snapped back, telling him he should dress a bit better for the holiday, before coming up to him for a hug. It was shocking to see the casualty of your relationship, but at the same time it was soothing, the type of easy affection Reo had never known in his family.

But before the thoughts of his family could dominate his mind, Reo felt himself being pulled back to earth, pulled by your father into a hug that he awkwardly tried to reciprocate as you scolded the old man for not respecting people's spaces. When your father pulled back and rolled his eyes, Reo could clearly see how you two resembled each other in more than just appearances. Quickly, you stepped in, getting the introductions out of the way.

In all truth, Reo had come ready to have to try his best to impress your father, he'd come ready to try and charm his way out of a judgmental stare. What he didn't expect - despite your how you'd told him before - was to find a laid back man who poked fun at Reo whenever he'd be at a loss for words and who acted as if he was of as little importance as any other person on the street. In a way, that made him feel more at home than he could ever have imagined.

"And here I thought she was ashamed of me or something, 'cause she never brought you around," your father laughed as you shook your head with a groan.

There was a moment of pause, as the words spoken as a joke resonated deep within Reo. But quickly he laughed along, a genuine, true laugh. He could still remember the difficult nights, where he sat alone thinking the same thing - that he hadn't met your family yet, because you felt ashamed of him.

But now he could see it wasn't true. Where he'd come anxious, expecting a protective father who knew Reo wasn't good enough, he found a man who trusted his daughter's choices, and welcomed him like family. Yeah, maybe you - and his therapist - were right, some disasters really only exist in his mind.

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#mikage reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue christmas event #yeah I'm like that with my dad some people say it's disrespectful but he doesn't care and neither do I #we don't do formalities in my family but I respect him absurdly just not as an authority figure #respect and love have to be earned even withing family and I think Reo of all people would benefit from being included in a family like thi #anyway take reo to therapy 20-forever

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crypticjackal13 · 8 months

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Testing out these hc's and also NSFW. Don't like, don't read. What you do on the internet isn't my fault. (CW: mentions of trauma, food, drinking, and s3x)

My Ghost(Simon Riley) Headcanons

He's not addicted to his mask. The dialogue between him and Soap about it is funny as hell("bet you sleep with that thing" "soundly.") But like he probably takes his mask off once he's home alone and what not. Sometimes forgets to wash it but he keeps a reminder on his phone to do it at least once a week. Has a few extras with his stuff, and carries at least one baclava in his uniform's pocket just in case.

He's not super insecure. He's confident, he knows he's hot. I could see him being a bit self conscious about his scars, and he likely doesn't like anyone touching them. But other than that, he doesn't mind how he looks(like his body weight, his height, etc)

Doesn't smoke(or very rarely does it). But he does drink. It's very controlled, though, and he refuses to have any more than 3 drinks because he doesn't want to be irresponsible. Some nights he's actually likely to be the designated driver if the team heads to a pub.

Eats regularly. At least two good meals a day, and he's fairly mindful about what he's eating. Sometimes he doesn't have the time or resources to get like a bunch of veggies or whatever, so he does settle for fast food or junk food. He doesn't starve himself, he knows he won't be able to do his job efficiently if he does.

I think he's not cold and emotionless all the time. He likes jokes and witty banter!! He probably doesn't mind listening to someone ramble for a while!! It might take him a bit to warm up to someone on his own, but he might feel better if there's a mutual friend(i.e. Soap). But he isn't a robot all the time it just takes him a minute to adjust to a new person. (He does always have that lingering fear of betrayal, though. He wishes it wasn't there always nagging at the back of his mind.)

Did go through a lot of therapy. Both for his physical health(after being hung by his ribs and what not) and his mental health(for basically everything). He wouldn't have been considered fit to serve if he hadn't done it. (I also think this would make him the type to make jokes about his own trauma sometimes just for the hell of it)

NSFW. It takes a solid couple of weeks/months into a relationship for him to feel comfortable with sex. He doesn't mind kissing/hugging/holding hands/cuddling, but in terms of intimacy he needs to know that he's safe with someone to actually do that stuff.

He's very nice about it. Checks up on his partner multiple times throughout to make sure he's not doing anything to upset them. If he is, he immediately backs off.

Manhandles by accident. Tends to get lost in the moment and so he just kinda,,, moves his partner around. Quickly apologizes and chuckles and asks them if they're alright in this position.

He's a little kinky. Not a whole lot, but I imagine he'd be okay with things like easy bondage, light impact play, and maybe some stuff with toys if that's what his partner likes. If his partner wants to do something new he does hella research first. Also he may be more leaning dominant but he's not gonna be a hard Dom.

Tends to pass out right after the fact. To combat this he usually tries to keep some snacks, drinks, and wipes in the room in case his partner wants any. Of course he'll make it up to them in the morning--I think he's really good at making proper tea and coffee.

TL;DR I see way too much mischaracterization of him. He's a little guy and he deserves better. :)

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #SORRY THIS ISNT MY TYPICAL LMK CONTENT IVE BEEN GOING THROUGH A HYPERFIXATION #anyways you can request more cod if you want

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vinvantae · 2 years

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Hi, I had this idea after seeing a tweet about this. Could you write something where reader and DR are teammate and the team makes them doing a challenge where they have to answer to comments or whatever while they’re playing with puppies ? I feel like this would be the cutest thing ever and I can’t stop thinking about the idea of therapy pets and Daniel owning a zoo because mclaren is fucking him up. Thank you and sorry for the rant about that team 💜

This is more of a friendship pairing than a romance one, but I hope you enjoy 🧡

Puppy Love

You were practically jumping for joy as you waited in the studio - you and the team had been struggling the past couple of places and you absolutely deserved a day surrounded by puppies and of course your favourite person, Dan.

The two of you had become glued at the hip from the day you joined the sport - during your rookie years at Williams before McLaren offered you a seated as Mercedes had chosen George over you for the promotion. The Australian had taken you under his wing and you’d become inseparable.

“I could actually throw up I’m so excited.” You grinned, taking your seat - cross legged on the floor beside your teammate.

“Me too. It’s such a nice treat.” He hummed.

“Ready guys?”

You covered your mouth with your hands as the team brought in four small puppies - each of them as cute as the other. “Oh my god they’re so cute.”

They placed the puppies on the floor and they immediately started to sniff around at your feet. Dan cooed softly as the smallest one clambered onto his lap and immediately curled up.

“Okay, introductions please.”

“Hi, I’m Daniel Ricciardo and I’m a formula one driver with McLaren F1 team.” The Australian started, his tattooed hand scratching at one of the puppies ears.

“And I’m y/n y/l/n, also a formula one driver with McLaren F1 team.” You smiled. “And today we’ll be answering your questions while playing with puppies!”

You held a rope in your hand as the other end was tugged at, the puppy using every fibre of strength he had. You smiled softly at your teammate as he goofed about with a smiley little golden retriever- they almost seemed like mirrors of each other.

“Okay, so, which of your fellow grid members could you beat in a fight?”

“Oh, absolutely all of them. Especially this one.” You smirked, nodding your head towards him. “They’re all big softies.”

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to take offence to that.” He chuckled softly. “But she’s absolutely right, she’s scrappy. I reckon I could take Yuki, he’s tiny.”

You giggled as one of the puppies clambered up your chest and made a valiant effort to slobber all over your face. “Down! Silly thing!”

“He likes you!”

“Doesn’t mean I want his spit on my face! You know where that tongue has been.” You groaned.

The interviewer continued to fire off silly questions at you both, helping to loosen the mood - all of you knowing the more serious questions were yet to come. The ones you’d been media trained to answer, the ones that if you strayed off the script then you’d have your ass handed to you.

You let your eyes flicker over to your teammate once again, a soft warmth in your chest when you saw the same small puppy in his lap - is little chin hooked over his leg as it slept without a care in the world. Even though he was loud and boisterous, moments like this really brought home the fact that he was one of the most gentle, kind people you knew and that’s why you felt so safe with him.

“Okay, so, where do you think improvements need to be made to get you guys back up to where you were? Especially you Dan, y/n has out-qualified and outscored you at almost every race this year. 70 points to 19 is pretty rough.”

You saw Dan flinch out of the corner of your eye, it was no secret that you’d been out performing him so far this season, but by no means - at least in your eyes - was that his own fault.

“Uhm, the car just doesn’t have the pace and-“

“It’s also down to poor strategy.” You cut him off, his eyes going wide - your PR manager couldn’t say anything in front of the team you were filming with or else they’d look even worse. “They use team orders at the wrong times. Like, I’m not going to give up a space to Daniel for free but if the team tell me to, I will. This weekend it lost us 4th in the championship because we both got stuck behind Alpine, even though Daniel was significantly faster.”

The room fell silent, everyone astonished by your answer. The only noises coming from the pups continuing to play without a care in the world. Your eyes flickered across the room. “Any more questions?”

“No, I think we’re done. We can wrap it all up now, thank you for your honesty, y/n.” The director said, “if you can say your goodbyes and then tell everyone the puppies are available for adoption.”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” Dan said. “I think I’m kind of in love…”

Everyone turned their attention to the Australian, who was carefully brushing his finger across the top of the smallest puppy’s head, a tiny smile on his face.

“That’s Mabel.” The director smiled. “And I think she likes you, that’s the first time I’ve ever seen her calm.”

You smiled a little. “I think that’s a sign, Dan.”

The Australian scooped up the small dog and held her in front of his face, grinning as she let out a yawn. She was a scruffy little thing, a little terrier mix you were sure but the way Dan looked at her would make you think she was made of gold dust.

“Thank you all for your questions! These little fellas are all available for adoption, except for little Mabel who seems to have found herself a forever home with our Danny.”

“Welcome to the team!” He grinned and waved her tiny paw at the camera. “See you guys in Hungary!”

Dan wouldn’t let the puppy out of his arms as they tidied everything up, stroking her with the gentlest of touch. “I actually love her.”

“She really seems to love you too.” You hummed. “I reckon she’ll be good for you. A calming presence when the weekends get too much.”

He smiled at you softly. “I hope so.”

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Link to very angsty part two can be found here

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callmewrinkles3 · 11 months

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Charlie

December 2022

Em really didn’t want to be out. She was constantly tired and still felt stressed, but Blake insisted. Her cast was off and she’d finished physical therapy so “cmon Timmy, the two of you are coming out for dinner and drinks.”

So she did what he told her and got dressed, the three of them sitting at a table and chatting. It was good food and relaxing and she actually enjoyed herself. Dan spotted where Blake’s attention was being drawn, a woman standing at the bar turning down a guy. She’d glanced over at Blake a few times but kept looking away.

“Have a crush, Blake?” He asked and their friend shook his head and pushed his glasses up.

“She’s cute. But you know me.” Em looked at him and stood while pointing at their glasses.

“Same again?”

“Yeah, please.”

Going up for drinks was just the first excuse that Em could find to go up to the bar and stand beside the pretty brunette Blake kept making eyes at. She’d deal with him being annoyed at her later, her friend deserved some happiness for once. As much as he tried to hide it she could hear the sadness when he said “you know me”. He’d put his personal life on the back burner for them.

It wasn’t that Blake didn’t want to meet anyone and settle down and be happy, but he didn’t have time. And it was entirely because of her and Dan. The thin walls between her old apartment and his worked both ways and she knew he’d stopped bringing anyone home over lockdown and never did again. Between how 2021 started, the mess of that year and how it ended, and the hell that had been 2022 he didn’t stand a chance. Instead he kept an eye on them, half brother, half parent, all Blake.

Officially his job was to be Dan’s manager but after everything he became a professional third wheel to make sure they were ok. He’d spent the last year keeping his barely functioning best friends going and ignored his own happiness. So for once Em - helped by the g&ts she’d drank already - was ignoring how shy she could be and telling the girl that Blake was interested if she was too. Em couldn’t even remember the last time she’d seen Blake’s eyes light up at seeing someone. It’d be worth his annoyance to make him happy. He’d put her happiness first, it was her turn to do that for him.

“Can I get a gin and tonic, a Jack and Coke, and another pint please? And whatever her next drink is too? Thanks so much.” Em pointed to the girl beside her as she ordered once she’d stepped into a free spot before turning and holding her hand out. “Hey, I’m Em.”

She saw the surprise on the woman’s face the second Em introduced herself. If someone ever did that to Em in a bar one night she’d probably run away, and definitely run back to Dan, but the woman didn’t. She had skinny jeans and converse on with a tank top and a flannel shirt over it. The woman stood there with her nearly empty glass for a second before speaking.”

“Hi. I’m Charlotte. Can I help you?”

“This sounds insane, but yeah, you can. I mean not exactly me but my friend. See the cute one over there with glasses? His name is Blake. He thinks you’re cute.” Charlotte glanced over and back carefully, but Em saw the “oh fuck” expression on Blake’s face.

“He does?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry about his face, he’s mad at me for telling you because he wasn’t going to say anything. But I promise, he’s a sunshine. The sweetest man in the universe after my husband. So I figured if you think he’s cute you can come sit with us and say hi. And if you don’t that’s fine, enjoy the drink. We won’t bother you.”

“You actually want me to say hi to someone at Daniel Ricciardo’s table? Really?”

“Sometimes I forget my h-boyfriend is a celebrity. But seriously, don’t think of him like that. Dan’s a regular guy, and Blake’s even more normal. So if you feel like it come say hi?” The drinks were out down beside her and Em tapped her card on the machine to pay. “I haven’t touched your drink, it’s all yours. It was really nice to talk to you, Charlotte.”

Em walked away from the bar barely balancing the three glasses in her hands, dropping them down on the table in front of her two favourite men barely spilling a drop. Her favourite part about getting back was how their jaws dropped slightly. She was never the one who did those things. She was the introvert, the one who hated talking to people. Especially talking to strangers. But three gin and tonics and a margarita meant she wasn’t thinking about how uncomfortable it was to talk to people. All she was thinking about was Blake being happy, even if it was just for one night.

“What did you just do?” Blake asked, staring at her as if she was an alien and not one of his best friends and his adopted sister.

“You mean to say “thank you”, right Blakey?”

“Where’s my sweet baby girl and what have you done with her?” Dan joked, trying to keep it together and not burst out laughing at what his wife had done.

“What did you tell her?” Blake sounded frantic so Em took pity on him.

“That my very sweet, handsome bestie thinks she’s cute. And then I paid for her drink and told her to come say hi if she thinks you’re cute too. She’d just said no to that other guy and I saw her checking you out, so I think she’ll come over. You’re welcome in advance.” Em took a sip of her drink. “When you get married I get dibs on maid of honour duties and to be godmother for your first child.” She shrugged and scooted closer into Dan. It was the least her thing she had ever done, but she owed it to Blake.

“You’re never gonna drink again. Ever.” She wanted to laugh as she watched Blake blush even harder, but she didn’t want to make things worse. Instead she smiled and snuggled into Dan as he wrapped an arm around her. “Seriously. I’m never letting you drink again.

“And you’ve never seen her when she starts drinking rose. That’s when she really says the weird stuff.”

“Dan!”

“You know it’s true!”

“Weirdos,” Blake murmured under his breath and Em could see how he was beginning to regret not only coming up with the idea to go out that night, but for Em to start drinking again after a few months off alcohol.

“I might be a weirdo, but I’ll have you know Charlotte’s looking over here.” She could see how Charlotte was trying to act normal while looking at their table and checking out their friend. It was a small smile half hidden behind a glass that she was trying to finish for some extra courage. It was the table where hometown hero Daniel Ricciardo was sitting with his girl and his best friend.

“She told you her name and you weren’t even going to tell me? Seriously, Timmy?”

“Oops?”

“Sometimes you’re so annoy-shit she’s coming over.”

If Blake’s cheeks were read before, his entire face may as well have been an apple. Em couldn’t remember seeing him so nervous I’m all the years she’d known him. He was always the composed one, especially at work, so seeing him blushing like a school kid with his first crush was the most adorable thing in the world.

“Hey, Charlotte, you joined us!” Em welcomed her happily, gesturing to the free seat beside Blake when she saw her standing next to their table.

“Is that alright?”

“I invited you over for a reason, right?” She smiled and gave a wink to make the other woman feel welcome and able to relax, even if for a moment. “Introductions, this is my h-boyfriend, Dan. Ignore if he tries to impress you and be fancy.”

“Nice to meet you, don’t believe a word Em says about me.” Dan held his hand out to shake like the polite man he was.

“And this is my best friend, Blake Friend. Yes it’s his actual name, and yes I tell him regularly it’s ridiculous. Blakey, this is Charlotte.”

“Hi. Call me Charlie, Charlotte is for strangers or when my parents want to ask something. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hey Charlie, it’s nice to meet you too.” Blake smiled and offered his hand for her to grab like Dan had, but it was nothing like when Dan introduced himself to Charlie. Em could nearly see the sparks. This was the night she’d met Dan for her best friend and this new girl, she knew it.

“I need some air. Come out with me, Love?” She whispered to Dan and grabbed his hand to give the other two some privacy.

“What’s that for?” He asked when they got to a dark corner across the bar.

“Give them some privacy.” She leaned against Dan and gave him a kiss, hoping that it was going as well as it looked for the two.

#call it what you want fic #ciwyw drabble

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sugdenlovesdingle · 2 months

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Instead of the hell plot of 2017, what storylines would you have liked to have seen for Aaron, Robert and robron?

I wish we'd seen Robert come to terms with his sexuality on screen tbh (more 2016 I guess). Writer Maxine said she'd wanted to write it too so I think we missed out. That, or for the Sugden brothers to actually work through their childhood trauma. They both deserved that.

Aaron...I'd have liked to have seen him a) get a dog and b) go to therapy properly instead of just when things are Really Bad. Especially after Gordon.

For robron I wish we'd seen them buy and renovate a house together (maybe Jacob's Fold at the time), as after the Gordon stuff it would have been a nice, gentle kind of bonding thing for them, building their first home together.

(we got a tiny bit of this with Mill but let's face it, it wasn't really robron's house, it was Liv and Aaron's). 🥰

The boys really needed more happy stuff tbf.

That last line is such a mood anon.

I would have liked them to actually elope and get married in Vegas - and I don't know if the UK recognises Vegas marriages (I know the Dutch government doesn't - or didn't at least) so they could still have the Big Dingle Village Wedding to make it legal.

and then definitely buying a house together and making it their home - Robert's name on the papers as well as Aaron's. Liv could have still lived with them but it would have been THEIR house - not Liv's. I liked the Mill - especially since Robert lived there with Jack when he was little (I think - I read that somewhere) and definitely a dog (or two).

Funny how you mention a dog - there was an interview with Danny in today's metro newsletter where he mentioned how Aaron has lost so much in life - including his dog.

and as much as I love Seb, no Incident with Rebecca. Surrogacy with her carrying the baby and agreeing to co-parent when it's born would have been acceptable, but robron deciding to have kids and going the surrogacy route themselves, at their own pace, would have been better.

Maybe some long lost Sugdens coming back to the village, or the farmhand Jack caught Robert with, or robron working together against something or someone. We got a tiny bit of that with the Joe Tate stuff but that was more Robert scheming and Aaron yelling at him for scheming.

Just anything but the prison/abuse/spice/fight/incident/break up hell plot!

#Anonymous #robron

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redrobin-detective · 7 months

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Fionna and Cake ending Tweaked

I finally finished my F&C rewatch and I'm once more baffled by the amount of people saying it was boring or bad or "missed the point". While I do believe some parts could have been better to hammer the point home, I honestly think it ended exactly how it was supposed to with: Simon coming to grips with his past (needing to move on from Betty) and actually work towards his future and Fionna and Cake learning to be real instead of just pieces of fiction in others' minds.

Spoilers for ep 10 under the cut

That said, I would tighten up the ending slightly by removing the last bit with Scarab in Fionnaworld. His rampage should have ended when Fionnaworld was canonized and he's forced to return to HQ to reckon with his punishment. The whole bit of other worlds being dropped in by Prismo to save the day was not necessary but I'll get to that later.

It should have been the battle that ended swiftly and suddenly with the violence stopping but everything now feeling so much more present, the stakes higher and consequences real. They are now part of the multiverse, real beings separate from both Prismo and Simon - who previously controlled/influenced their environments and actions - and it's kind of scary to be suddenly totally responsible for your actions. This would be a metaphor for the series' growing up motiph of escaping the perfect dreamworld where nothing goes wrong and understanding that the real world is more complicated. Not bad, not evil just complicated.

Now we switch to Simon getting home, waking up in the field's of Ooo with a butterfly's kiss. He has a third chance and he is not wasting it. There really should have been some more wrap up with Simon and his found family, even just a montage: Simon holding a furiously crying Marcy's hands as he explains what he almost did, Simon and Finn out on a REGULAR camping trip, looking up at the stars and talking openly about their grief in a healthy way, Simon being in therapy (A+), Simon throwing himself into education and the preservation of the past in order to create a better future. It didn't need to be much, but a little more would have been nice.

Also the phonecall worked from GolBetty/Fionnaworld but texting hasn't worked since. Finally, both Simon and Fionna/Cake are still left feeling a bit unresolved over the whole thing when they are suddenly all blinked into Prismo's time room. Sorry for the delay, Prismo apologies, had to get the new guy oriented. He explains pointing to a pouting 2D Scarab. Simon/Fionna/Cake get the precious goodbye but also hello hug they deserved. Now that Fionnaworld is canonized, they can come and go freely. Simon asks tentatively if Fionna still wanted to come live in Ooo. Fionna and Cake - in mutual agreement! - say no they want to make their own world work. But they will certainly visit and they open Fionnaworld to anyone who needs somewhere new, somewhere where everybody knows your name. And THAT's how baby Finn, pep tank, Farmworld Finn kids, weird squirrel etc end up in Fionnaworld which becomes a blend of new and old, the ordinary and the magical. Its also addressing Fionna's earlier series selfishness and tunnel vision by helping those she hurt.

We end with Simon rushing off to work with textbooks and maps under his arm, coffee in one hand and a phone in another texting Fionna. Fi is working on the rebuild in her town and responding back as we flash to the dandelions then up to the stars where a red comet flashes across the sky. Betty has become something new, having shed her own past and she is happy. The End.

Basically TLDR the finale DID hit what it was supposed to but could've hit more on: Simon finding new purpose and making good with his Ooo friends. Fionna and Cake making up from their prev fight and understanding that they are real now and they should build up their own world instead of continuing to slot into others. As much as I love Betty and her crazy ass story, she had her agency at the end by telling Simon Ily but lets move on as she did the same. A sequel series about her would be interesting but in this series it would have fortified her choices and her actions

#adventure time #fionna and cake #sorry this has been stewing since i finished my rewatch a few days ago #the series hit 96% but could have hit some points better #Ive seen some bad takes and bad faith on the message of the finale and its like yall #anyway i just woke up from a disorienting nap so my inhibitions are low and my grammar is terrible hence this post

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howaboutcastiel · 2 years

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Hold Me Together (Steven Grant)

Content: Vague descriptions of therapy + trauma. Fluff. Language. Gender-neutral reader.

Summary: Hey! Could I make a request for one of the moon bois (your choice!) helping you out after you get home from a particularly rough therapy session? Could be fluff or smut, once again, your choice! - @buttercuppatea

Word Count: 1,800

Author’s Note: I’ve come to realize that all of my Steven fics end up becoming smut. He deserves some nice fluff once in a while. Also so sorry that this one took a long time!

It shouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary.

Every Thursday afternoon, for as long as you could remember, you met with your therapist for an hour to talk through your life. It was like clockwork; you were determined to help yourself, and your therapist seemed to know just how to make you do that. Each week you would check into her office at 3:45, she’d call you back at 4, and you’d meet Steven for dinner afterward at around 5:15. This week should have been just like that, and it was.

Technically. But it was also so much more.

You pattered out of the office at 5:03, tears streaming down your face. In your particularly shaky grip, you dialed Steven on your phone. He picked up in two rings.

“Hey, love,” he cooed. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You tried and failed to hide the waiver in your voice. “I just think we should eat at home tonight, yeah? You aren’t already at the restaurant, are you?”

“No, I’m still at the museum.” You could hear him frowning on the other end of the line. “Is there a reason you don’t want to go out?”

“I’m just tired. Can you pick up some Chinese food if I call it in?”

“Of course, darling. You sure everything’s okay?”

“It’s peachy, love. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Love you. Walk safe.” You tapped the end call button and shoved your phone into your coat. Steven had no doubt seen right through your adamant statement that everything was okay. It was not okay.

This session had sucked the life out of you. It was a necessary thing, you and your therapist both knew that, but it had rocked you to your core. Facing the past was not an easy thing to do; facing the ways that you had to grow from others’ shortcomings wasn’t a fun time, either. Even now that the hour was over, you struggled to make the tears stop running from your eyes. You just hurt so damn bad. You couldn’t go out in public like this.

Your heart was aching and you were cold. Not the physical kind, but the kind of chill that grew from an emptiness right in your core. You felt so vulnerable, so weak. The sky was caving in on you. It was all you could do just to walk yourself home.

You ordered the food with a monotone voice; the person on the line didn’t really seem to care. As long as you were easy to understand, you supposed. It didn’t matter that much because you couldn’t be bothered to eat, but you knew Steven would be downright starving. When you finally shuffled through the door of your shared open-concept apartment, there was nothing left in you but the empty dread from the previous hour.

You collapsed on the couch.

There were no tears left to cry, your body more exhausted than anything. It wouldn’t be too long now before Steven was coming through your door, boxes of comfort food in hand. You didn’t want him to see what a mess you’d made of yourself today. Reluctantly, you pulled yourself into the bathroom to wash your face.

“I come bearing gifts!” Steven bellowed as he fumbled his way into the front door. You emerged from the bathroom to see him tossing the food onto the kitchen counter, his jacket and hair more than disheveled from the wind. He immediately noticed your distress in spite of your attempt to watch the splotchy evidence away. His head tilted just a bit, his eyes widening with unease. “Oh, love. What’s happened to you?”

He was over by your side instantly, wrapping you in a careful bear hug and leaning his head into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself crumble under his grip.

“Today was hard.” That’s all you managed to get out, new sobs concealing the strength of your voice. You were surprised that you had any tears left at this point.

“You mean at your appointment?” He brought a hand to the back of your head, pulling you into him. You nodded. “Do you need to talk about it?”

“No. I just did an hour of that.” He released you from his grasp, which you’d barely had time to reciprocate with your brain so jumbled and lost. Steven led you over to the couch, wrapping you in your favorite quilt and patting your shoulders.

“I’ll bring the food over here. You want me to make you some tea?” He didn’t know exactly how to help. This was one of those things that didn’t really have a right answer. Steven’s eyes were to their brim with anxious tenderness. You knew that look; he dawned that expression whenever someone around was broken and he felt the need to pick up the pieces. He was quite good at that.

“I would love that. Thank you.” You really didn’t want to burden him, but you just couldn’t move. Every little breath was draining, every thought in your head a sorrowful one. How could you still feel so broken? You were here now. You were safe. You had a wonderful boyfriend to call your own. How could the past still drag you so deeply through the mud?

Steven brought over the boxes, some forks and napkins, and a piping hot mug. You thanked him with a lazy smile and he kissed your cheek before setting on the cushion beside you. You threw yourself into his grasp, not with much force but with a lot of resigned anguish. He sighed into your hair.

“You’re okay, darling. I’m right here.” He didn’t put a lot of pressure into holding you, grazing your skin just so you knew that his strong arms were there. Steven had no trouble snaking his arms around your grasp to push the lo mein into his mouth. He was remarkably calm, even steady as he let you wrap around him. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure you can, love.” You were beginning to feel a bit better just from his touch. He had that effect on people; Steven radiated optimism in a way that made it hard for those around him to remain too sad. You swore it was a true supernatural power.

“Do you need a distraction, or just someone to be sad with?” Again, he was exceptionally calm. You turned your head to see a gentle smile painted on his face, genuine curiosity in his eyes.

“God damn it, Steven. You’re too good at this.” He let a soft chuckle out as you contemplated. “I need someone to be sad with, I guess. But I don’t want you to be sad with me. I more just want you to be here. While I’m sad.”

“I can do that.” He snuggled up to you as you sipped from your mug. Steven always made your tea perfectly.

He clicked the television on, turning the volume down low and skipping channels until he landed on a fairly innocent sitcom. You felt your appetite starting to creep in; maybe the stress was fading away enough that you’d be able to eat your dinner before it got cold. Steven ran his hands along your back, having scarfed down his own meal about as quickly as you had expected. You breathed a sigh of thankfulness into the universe as you felt that your box was still warm.

As you shoveled the warm food into your mouth, the tension began to dissipate from the center of your chest. It still wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but the overwhelming dread at least was starting to melt away. You had a thought.

“St—Steven.” You sheepishly murmured at him.

“Darling?”

“Can you sing to me?”

He was taken aback by this. You’d never asked him to sing to you before. It was more of something that you caught him doing. Steven sang in the shower, he hummed while he cleaned and he straight-up performed any time that he cooked, but those were all things he did anyway. The only times he sang to you were when you’d wake in the night from a nightmare or when he was trying to annoy you when you weren’t paying him enough attention.

“I—um… what would you like me to sing?” You saw the tips of his cheeks turn red. Steven didn’t exactly sing for the benefit of an audience. Sure, he knew that he could carry a tune, but he was nervous about your ask.

He didn’t think too much about it, though.

“I don’t know, anything? What about something in French?” And so that was that.

He began to softly sing La Vie En Rose, the only song he had memorized that somewhat vaguely matched your request. His voice was slightly gruff as it hit his lower range, which sent a warm feeling up your spine. Steven leaned your head up against him, letting you feel the vibrations of his chest as he lullabied to you.

The stress was melting away. Much of the worry went along with it. You existed in a pocket of time; there was nothing here but the warm feeling of his touch and the soft sound of his voice. The past meant nothing to you right now. You felt a pressure build behind your eyes as he finished the first verse. It wasn’t the same pressure as before.

It was just so perfect. You didn’t know how he’d managed to get to you this way. Each word from his mouth reached your ears with such elegance and he was holding onto you in just the right way. Immediately, you began to forget all those spiraling thoughts that had followed you all the way home. They meant nothing now. Not here.

He stopped mid-verse when he saw the tears roll down your cheek. Concern grew all over his face. “I didn’t mean to make it worse.”

“Oh, baby. You didn’t make it worse.” You smiled at him through the wetness, your vision blurred. “Keep going. These are happy tears.”

He finished the song, and by this time you had finished your meal. You laid down in his lap, allowing him to play with your hair as he found another lullaby to begin. There the two of you remained for a long while, your tension all drifting away. You let the sound of his voice lull you into a deep, absolutely dreamless sleep.

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everyscreentoobeseen · 2 years

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This congruent to the Bad Parent Alfred Pennyworth Callout post

But this got me thinking of who in the batfamily would actually call Alfred out on his bs, because I know Bruce wouldn't even question the way Alfred raised him.

Dick Grayson was the first and most likely the (unwanted) most rambunctious granchild. Alfred would of thought Bruce was too young and too obsessed with Batman to actually handle a kid. He got "stuck" once with taking care of a kid so he damn sure wasn't going to let that happen again.

He would perform his butlery duties and always redirected Dick's questions or signs of affection back to Bruce. You wanted him, you deal with him. Once he knew he was a permanent addition to the household he would grow a little warmer to the tween but by the time Dick decides flys solo he would come to regret not taking on a more paternal role since he misses the young Grayson's presence. They only ever exchange pleasantry calls until Tim and Damian want their big brother over.

Jason is his chance to do things right. He is no longer just the butler, he is Jason's second parent. His disciplinary, his theater partner, his Grandpa Pennyworth. He lets Bruce leaves weeks on end to save the world since it gives him plenty of time to teach Jason the correct way to assemble and dissemble a semi automatic pistol. When Red Hood comes back, they have their secret cooking classes and tea times every week.

Tim cares only about saving Batman. Bruce Wayne's butler might make sure they both make it to see another day. But if Tim refused to see Bruce as a Dad there was no way he would let himself think of Alfred as a Grandfather. Eventually things change but Tim has a bad habit of trying to dig into his [REDACTED] past so it's best to keep the boy at arm's length.

Damian is a harsher more isolated version of Bruce. Alfred will be damned if he lets this child go down the exact same path as his predecessor. He might not be as intimidating as Damian's OTHER Grandfather but he can be warmer than Ra's.

Cass sees through everyone. She knows exactly what traits Bruce absorbed from Alfred. Most of them harmful. She knows how much Alfred's words cut Bruce when he's trying to hide it in a witty remark. She sees how Dick and Tim are more tense around Alfred than Jason and Damian. She knows when Alfred is forcing himself to try and engage with her, when his body language screams he dosent understand anything about how to approach her. He is Bruce's closest person and their bodies still act like strangers to eachother. He is nice, but his words don't match his emotions. Cass doesn't know how that can work.

TDLR/In Conclusion

In order of who is most likely to call out Alfred

Highest to Lowest

Dick (he likes to start fights)

Cass (she knows it still hurts the family)

Tim (He got hard evidence of the bs)

Damian (He would try and defend Al until Valid Points are brought up. It doesn't change the DW/AP relationship but it does explain some things)

Jason (Deny Deny Deny. That's his Grandpa. Grandpa can do no wrong. Bruce probably deserved it lol. Then he goes home and actually thinks about it. Alfred could have easily killed Joker by now if he wanted to.... He just didn't..... and he dosent have a no kill code...Ensue Jason not meeting Alfred for Tea anymore.)

If i was writing this, they'd all go to magic therapy and get over this hill and everyone would apologize but..... eh i don't mind perma angst.

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yomiurinikei · 1 year

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tsurugi for the ask meme?

god the cws for this damn boy. uhh neglect and also i can’t see kinjomae as healthy w/what happens in the game and that’s discussed so. yeas

- My identity hc for them

gay little beast. he and kouhei had Something going on btw. anyways i also hc him as trans, it’s not one of those things i feel could actually fit into canon. but idgaf!! to me he is trans because i’m trans and so is my boyfriend (do u know him?) and every cool person is trans. tsurugi isn’t cool but i think he deserves a win once so he can have one in the form of getting to be trans!!!

- Thoughts on their home life/family

ogh. im using this bullet point as a chance to talk about stuff i’m not otherwise able to/which i don’t think i’ve shared? but like. agh…. how can anyone put into words literally anything about this little worms life. my hc for his mom is currently that she walked out when tsurugi was fairly young and isn’t interested in. any of it, so it’s just him and juu? so i think tsurugi started being left home alone Very Early, and going with his dad to work was like.. a nice treat away from being by himself for the majority of the day. which probably helped contribute to tsurugis entire identity and existence and everything revolving around his work as a police officer. aaaaaaa.

- How i feel about their canonical writing/handling

i don’t like what linuj did to him in sdra2 because amidst all the other controversies that arose with that game it really just felt lazy and like icky stereotypes. there was better ways to handle a tsurugi who had gotten worse/wasn’t doing well/etc past what happened in sdra2. i don’t like it and it doesn’t feel accurate to what should have happened if we were going to go the route of “tsurugi didn’t magically decide to go to therapy and heal”. i completely understand that people and especially fictional characters can get worse and have negative character development. but it’s the way in which tsurugi acted that felt lazy and ooc to me.

so anyways to retreat into the dark recesses of my brain. he’s so scrunkle… wet dish rag i am wringing all the water out of. i like him in dra i like the narrative role he plays i honestly think he’s v fun. i’ve waxed poetic before (not publicly i think? not about the thing i’m thinking of rn) about the tragedy of what happens to him and how u can read things as all being set up to screw boy over. but it’s just very interesting. i want to squeeze him so bad.

- The one thing i’d want to make canon about them

he and kouhei had frequent sleepovers at kouheis place. i don’t CARE if it doesn’t fit with tsurugis childhood i think kouheis parents were nice to him and cared about him. overall i just think all my thoughts on kouhei and tsurugi should be made canon. i should write a fic…

- My number one favorite ship for them

mmmm… right now it’s tsuhiko but all of the chatting about kouhei makes me wanna say tsuruhei. tbh i’m very versatile in who i ship tsurugi with i think he fits well with a lot of people (in non despair) and so long as there’s someone by his side i don’t really care who it is or if he holds hands with them or not.

- …Now everyone else i ship with them

mmm. kinji obviously, i still like teruya w/tsurugi in some aus, yamato but i’ll be honest i’m kinda weird about them. i think they’re separated. not divorced but separated. but also they’ve never dated they’re just besties. but also they have the most tender interactions. not to use this line but i think they should just have a weird very queer coded friendship where they both Know what the underlying vibe is and both choose to not broach the subject of how charged things are.

- The thing i will NEVER ship

tsurugi undeniably had feelings for yuki and while u can argue about how authentic yukis feelings were (ie were they just there to incentivize him to get closer so as to further damage tsurugi) it was definitely mutual. just again. how Real things were for yuki depends on how separate u view him from utsuro. uhhhhhhm. but just because feelings were there doesn’t mean it’d be good or healthy for them to date !.

- a dynamic/relationship i wish was explored more (in canon, or in fandom)

on my hands and knees fucking begging u all for more kouhei. if i make a p2 of my kouhei hcs will that be enough propaganda. what do u all want from me. uhhh also if there’s one thing i miss from old sdra fandom days it’s tsurugi + kizuna worsties content.

- thoughts on their design (appearance-wise)

ah… i definitely prefer his dra color palette over his sdra2 one but that could be because something about his look in sdra2 just feels very off to me. that in mind i fucking hate his pants why are they that shade of blue linuj get off ur knees for that shade of blue. it’s too fucking bright it stands out so much. anyways i understand the uniform but i’d like to see him in like… maybe smthn professional/more formal, but not? the dress shirt and tie.

- A music-related thought- a song that reminds me of them, or what their music taste is, etc

oh god oh fuck if i don’t find a good song this is going to be. so miserable for me and i will get cyber bullied again. uhhh. wires - the neighborhood bc lol make sure u tell him the right wire to cut tsurugi! don’t fuck it up lol! haha it can’t be that hard surely this is the same as all the other bomb diffusals right? right tsurugi? im the ceo of intentionally misinterpreting songs to fit my vision. mkay that’ll work. damn i need to listen to more music before i go do more ask memes

#tsurugi kinjo #yomis ask meme

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razorfst · 1 year

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Boxer Verse: Injury ( BELOW WILL HAVE INDIRECT SPOILERS FOR CREED 3 SO BEWARE IF YOU CARE )

Andrei normally keeps to himself, especially after how he grew up with just his dad. However, after his success at the Olympics with winning a gold medal for Romania and his rise in professional boxing, it was hard to continue to do that. Not that he was entirely upset about it at times. It was nice being invited to things, being able to promote his fights, being accepted. Over time he found himself being met with open arms into the boxing community, it is slow but it happens the more he wins and shows he belongs there. It comes to a peak after he wins his gold medal at the Olympics, the redemption he’d been looking for in his family name. There wasn’t anything he thought that could bring him down, shooting for the title belts soon after. Slowly, he was building up as a number one contender one belt at a time. And it was when his first title bout came that he found himself at a party a month before as part of a press stunt to hype up the fight. Little did he know that during all this time someone carried a rather large grudge against his father. Of course he knew there were people upset with Costin ever since he lost the gold medal match all those years ago, he just assumed they left it at that or acted like they were nothing as they so often did when he was growing up. However, someone took that a step further.

Being left unattended after a few pictures with his opponent, everyone assumed he would be fine. His father opting to stay at home as events like these weren’t his type of thing. His possible voice of reason, the only one able to hold him back from making rash decisions that could backfire. It was then a man who had such a grudge against his father, losing all his money when he bet on that unfortunate fight, came into the party. Unaware of who he was, Andrei went about his business with a drink in hand before finishing it off and giving it to a waiter walking by as the man approached. At first it appeared to be a normal conversation, just someone who was a fan of boxing and kept up with his career. When the conversation seemed to run its course, he was turning to leave when the man spoke up again. “Are you going to choke like your father? A pathetic boxer he was, I don’t see how someone like that can train you to be better. Is that why you don’t have a mother? She saw that on the wall immediately after he lost? I can’t blame her for leaving, anyone would. You both deserve it.” Those words, they made Andrei freeze and his body tense.

Without thinking once the last word left his lips, seeing nothing but red, he whipped around and hit the man with a left hook to the cheek. It made the man stumble back but it also gave him the distance he needed to take out a metal baton and flick it open out of Andrei’s sight. When he came towards him, planning on sending a flurry of combinations towards the man, it was then he hit Andrei with the baton. At first it was on his upper arm, making him wince in pain and momentarily let down his guard. The next thing he knew, the baton came swinging down on his head and sent him to the ground. Bracing himself on a nearby seat as the world swam around him, another swing came down on his right hand and he felt an intense pain shoot through it. Immediately he drew his hand into his body while the man was finally taken down by others. Soon after he was rushed to the hospital where it was discovered he had suffered a concussion and a broken right hand. It meant he would have to sit out six months to heal and do physical therapy before he could even fight again.

Just when things were looking up fully, nothing bad to look to, his goals were put on hold as he was once reminded who he was and where he came from. It was a time period that put him a bit into darkened mind set, almost like he was before the gold medal. The quiet, solemn man with the world against him, having nothing to lose. His one saving grace, the fact contracts were signed and the fight had to happen. It was agreed the bout would occur when Andrei was fully healthy again and the two boxers could have a proper fight.

#🔪 — мore тнan jυѕт a ѕoldιer ╲ ( нeadcanon )#creed 3 spoilers #( tagging just in case )#( also like a drabble and a headcanon since no matter what it happens in his verse i guess )#( i did say i would probably incorporate what happens into his boxer verse if i liked it )#( so of course i liked the angsty part since everything else that happened i already had happening )

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maglors-anion-gap · 2 years

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Hehehee Morwen and Maedhros and Húrin for the bingo

-@outofangband

I love the little "heehee" :) we're just passing bingo sheets back and forth knowing it's going to spawn more WIPs on top of our already long wip list, we know what we're doing to each other.

morwen:

Morwen is always right, and she always knows what she's doing. On this we agree. Other characters are not sold on this, and they are thus In The Wrong.

morwen is in the wrong genre not because she doesn't fit in the silm narrative (she does, to the great misfortune of herself and everyone else) but because i want her to have a happy ending and jirt was wrong to deny that to her and her family.

So, most of "Needing therapy" goes hand in hand with "Autism" because Morwen is autistic (this is an objective truth, jirt came to @outofangband and me in a dream and said so). Morwen is not treated well by people who don't understand her and who make no effort to do so, even people who don't have any overt ill will towards her. Trauma of losing her home and her family, the healers in brethil mistreating her, and then being adopted into Hurin's people, some of whom treat her well and some not so much, loss of culture and routine, there's so much to say and my dms with outofangband are like 100k long on this subject.

Something something I wish I had the links to studies on ptsd in neurodivergent children because of the way they're punished for neurodivergence even if it's not recognized as neurodivergence. brief soapbox moment to say that if you think it's okay to bully the weird kids because they need straightening out or w/e, i'm outside your house rn with a knife.

Your honor I love her and her breasts are sublime. Hurin thinks so too. Morwen is the favorite of anyone with a braincell.

Prepare yourselves for not one but two Morwen WIPs that will be dropping in the coming months, both requested by outofangband.

Hurin:

I love hurin as much as I love morwen and it is 100% your fault.

the two that are only half-filled in: hurin is not a himbo because he's very very smart, he just also is very nice and very muscular, and I thought he deserved recognition for that. Fish love hurin and so do women, no one is afraid of him except goblins maybe, who have lots of reasons to be afraid of him.

By the end of his arc he is soggy, both creepy and wet, however you want to call him. Someone get him a towel and a bowl of soup.

He needs therapy for his torture and also for his time in gondolin, which in most verses was likely a net positive experience but also Very Very weird and at a key developmental period in his life. He has some weird feelings about turgon, who he loves like an uncle, but also it's a little like being the poor friend who goes to the house of a rich friend and they show you their walk in closet like - hurin loses his brother so turgon can escape to his palace w/ running water, and he still doesn't give up gondolin's location. Hurin is 1000% a better person than me.

It's not hurin's blood. I mean, some of it is, but it's in his nature to make sure that most of it is other people's. The spitefulness of a wasp facing off with a bear etc etc.

Hurin is a short king and fabulously hirsute. thus gender envy.

Maedhros:

He's 100% feral. His hotness increases with how many years it's been since his last bath. As a Prince in tirion he was, like, aesthetically pleasing but also sexless like a ken doll. Post rescue, there is a devoted fan club, he receives a great deal of mail that ranges from tactless to offensive to scary. This persists literally after his death.

Both fish and women are afraid of maedhros, literally everyone is.

maedhros would not mind if it was his blood, but, like hurin, it's usually someone else's. Eating out of the garbage is sometimes a logical conclusion to his utilitarian state of mental illness.

He's trans *send tweet*

He is Not a himbo despite being a heartthrob because he is way too smart, and also while he is courteous (most of the time) I'm not sure he's always Nice. Your neck hair stands up when he's behind you.

#morwen #hurin #maedhros #games

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firecaptainphoenix · 1 year

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Dear mom,

Tw: emotional distress Bradley Romero-Sawyer saw his husband sitting at their breakfast bar on one of the bar stools. Walking up behind him he was careful about wrapping his arms around his waist, Phoenix was a bit too jumpy at times and a bop to the stomach would not end well with the current occupant. Kissing his cheek, he glanced down at the counter seeing a piece of paper with the words 'Dear Mom' written on the top.

"You know it helps if you hold a pencil, it won't write itself," he teased.

Phoenix let out a huff of a sigh, "This is such a stupid assignment, it's not like she'll ever see it."

"It's not about her, it's about you. Your therapist said this would be good for you. Get all your feelings about her out in the open."

Phoenix turned pulling Bradley into his arms, he leaned his forehead against his shoulder. "What if I don't want them out?"

"Then tell your therapist you weren't able to do it. But both me and her think it'll help. It's been a month since she assigned it to you, you really sure there's nothing you want to say?"

Phoenix sighed, going quiet as he just kept leaning against Bradley. Therapy was harder than even firefighter training had been, he didn't want to sit and talk about his feelings. It was easier to stay quiet and just wait out when things got to be too much. As if sensing his distress he felt movement from Bradley's stomach against his own body. Glancing down he smiled fondly at the small bump that had been growing over the last few months.

"Remember who you're working on things for, I love you. But when you go quiet like this it's hard to tell what's going on. Little J isn't going to know why you get like that."

Sighing Phoenix nodded as he pulled back enough to look at his husband. They'd taken to calling the baby J unsure of what name they'd settle on eventually. But Bradley had said he liked J names so Little J was a nice place holder. He looked at Bradley seeing nothing but love and sympathy, it was still hard to believe anyone could look at him like that.

"I know...I'll try," he said softly.

Leaning forward Bradley kissed him deeply, "That's all I'm asking for, that's all we're both asking for." With that Bradley headed off to a different room leaving Phoenix once again alone to work on his letter. Sighing he picked up the pencil and just started writing.

Dear Mom Ma,

I'm suppose to write a letter to you. About how my childhood felt or what my relationship with you is. Least that's what the doctor Bradley found told me to do. I don't know what to say to you, you were a mother with way too many kids. Honestly you barely mothered, you were more like a general in charge of her army. You kept us fed, trained, and ready for anything. Maybe that's how you showed us love. Maybe to you that's love. I don't know.

I'm scared to be a father. When Bradley told me he was pregnant, I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I didn't feel excitement. I felt dread and anxiety. I was so scared that he'd look at me and say you aren't enough for us. The worst part is I can't even talk to you about this, all you said was 'You better not be a deadbeat. I didn't raise any of you to be deadbeats.' Thanks for that. Honestly I'm still scared, I didn't have a father, and I guess I didn't really have a mother either. So how the hell am I suppose to raise a kid better than you?

Maybe I won't, maybe I'll fuck it all up and one day they'll be sitting far away from home writing a letter to me that they won't send about how much I didn't cut it. I want to think that I'll do better, that I can be better but I don't know. Bradley keeps saying how important talking is to babies, that's never been my strong suit. It wasn't yours either.

Guess that's it then, I'll either fuck this up the way only a Romero can or turn it all around. Maybe this kid will be better than me, hard to imagine them being worse. Least they'll be half Bradley, he's good. Deserves better than me, but he believes in me. Says he believes in me enough for both of us. He's the reason our kid is even gonna be a Romero. Told him I was fine being the Sawyers but he insisted, said half of the kid is mine and he never wanted anyone to doubt that.

You're never gonna read this. I'll see you when we visit little while after the baby is born. I miss you. I love you.

-Phoenix Romero-Sawyer

#phoenix lore #meme day asks #emotional distress tw #//aka mommy issues

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ayin-me-yesh · 1 year

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Rambling about family and toxic shame (just wanting to get thoughts out of my head)

It's been 5 years since I stopped talking to my parents. Stopped talking is really the right way of putting it as I didn't so much cut them off over some affront as I lost my capacity to even try and respond. I couldn't even read their emails anymore. I'd have to have my partner read them and summarize them for me. Eventually I couldn't manage trying to put words together in response to those summaries either.

When I was a teen, my parents would completely and intentionally isolate me from peers and more supportive adults and my mom would threaten to throw me out of the house if I "cross-dressed" or cut my hair "too short." My dad also responded to my depression and school refusals by coming into my room in the morning, asking me if I was going to be responsible today, throwing me out of bed or kicking the entire mattress on to the floor, and then dumping water over me.

When I moved out, things didn't improve. When I shortened a visit home over a week-long school break to spend time with friends too, my dad retaliated by throwing my bag down the stairs and breaking a present I'd bought for a girlfriend. During a stay with them in 2015 when I'd dropped out of university, my dad dropped me off at work and as I was getting out of the car told me it must be nice being such a failure that nothing I do even matters anymore. He later told me he and my mom are the only people who will ever love me.

When I started avoiding interacting with them as often, they became increasingly hostile and demanding. By the time I cut them off in 2018, my mom was writing me emails every day and both my parents would harass me if I didn't respond within 24 hours. Basic attempts at setting boundaries were responded to with scorn and dismissal.

On some level I feel like my inability to talk to them anymore just makes sense. What is there even to say? What's the point in subjecting myself to their bullshit anymore? But in spite of that I still feel constant guilt. I feel like I'm bad, irredeemable, unforgivable, ungrateful, shameful, etc. etc. etc. Whenever family comes up with strangers in classrooms or workplaces or casual conversation, I feel like a monster masquerading as a person. When I think about names and identities as a trans person, I feel unworthy of any connection to my family history, to my ancestry, to myself.

It's so frustrating because I've tried going to therapy about this and it just made things worse. I've been told I must not value family. If I try emphasizing I'm not actually ok with how things are on an emotional level, I'm then encouraged to talk to my parents again and sort things out. I'm told my parents mean well.

It's also frustrating because I've lost everyone else in my life I knew growing up because everyone else back home also sees me as a monster. My dad sent me a message through a childhood friend using a nickname a physically abusive ex gave me based on my deadname after I'd asked him to not use that at least, to even just use my deadname itself if nothing else, shaming me for not talking to him, guilt-tripping me about his health, and then telling me he loved me. My friend cut me off when I had a meltdown and didn't want to respond to him because they also viewed me as just being cruel and uncaring.

This shit just eats at me constantly. I think about it dozens of times every day. Even when I'm doing better, even on anti-depressants, it's just a never ending intrusive thought. My sense that I no longer belong anywhere. That I'm not worthy of anyone. That I'm a terrible person. That I never even deserved to be born.

I know that's all internalized crap. I know that's not how I treat or view other people even when they HAVE done awful things. But it won't stop haunting me anyway. I feel like I'm carrying a dybbuk created from my parents resentment. It's an unbearable weight. It clings and grasps no matter how hard I try to get rid of it.

#personal #abuse tw

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tiredassmage · 1 year

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1 & 2 for tyr!

Literally probably the most deserving and in-need of being rolled up into a pile of blankets like a burrito. Give him a raise. Assign him a nap. (Wholesome oc questions) Maybe it's not therapy, but, hey. xD

1 - What is there go-to comfort food?

Food questions are the bane of my picky-eater existence, lol, fun fact. (Additional bonus, don't take me out unless I can order chicken tenders lol). Anyway! I couldn't call him particularly culinary-inclined, but I think there remains much to be said for the gentle ritual of a slow-cooked stew. Possibly influenced by coming home from work tonight to the crockpot on the counter. Half of the almost ritually calming part of this endeavor would be having the time to make it himself, tbh. He's such a stubborn bastard to convince to take time off, but... it's nice. Once you convince him, you've won the real battle. The rest is just enjoy getting him out of his work for as long as possible, lol.

2 - Give them a warm drink of your choice, what would it be? Would their choice differ from yours?

Handing him hot chocolate. I'm not particularly into alcoholic beverages - one part effort, time, etc, into cocktails/mixed drinks and mostly just because I don't partake often enough to sink time and ingredient holding into the things I enjoy when I go out, so my offering is likely to just be the general classic. Those like. ones you melt down in your cup though with the chocolate and marshmallows are amazing and half the fun is melting and stirring yourself (bonus for starting with chocolate milk? I like my chocolate, okay), so that'd be my choice.

Tyr's more likely add a little extra kick if serving himself. Something like an Irish Coffee, maybe? Or just spiking the hot chocolate, tbh. Cutting alcohol though, I could also see him going for a warm cinnamon apple cider. That, we could both get behind.

There was this one local place when I lived in the northeast 'States that had BANGING cider and I MISS IT SO MUCH.

I can be wooed by things containing rum, it seems, if he's interested in luring me instead though, lol. That seems to be the common culprit in my mixed drink preferences.

We'll not speak of how many tabs these took me to answer lknaldsfndsalkfnlsdf. (I'm not counting them, you can't make me)

#what's on the menu questions always snipe me lol thank you for an entertaining hour of googling #answered #ch: tyr #also tumblr new(er) post editor my beloathed stop thinking you know how i want to format thing shhhh i am at constant war lol #give me back legacy editor why can i have that on posts and not asks #the mysteries of my favorite little hellsite #alcohol mention #dot talk

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