#i know he’s not catholic shhh
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I want to put John Irving in Faith: The Unholy Trinity in place of John Ward. I want him to do things that have not been approved by the Vatican. I want him to witness otherworldly horrors. I want him to be rescued from a demon by an older priest with a shotgun. I want him to get involved in a cult. Etc etc
#i know he’s not catholic shhh#john irving#sorry for crossovering#faith the unholy trinity#the terror#op
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Part One — Main Focus will be Joe Liebgott, Edward Shames, and Jewish Identity. Part two will focus on MoTa.
First let me start by saying— these are thoughts that have been forming for a long time. There are things I will say that I've wanted to say for a long time. This is just me publishing my personal opinion with subsequent facts of the matter. However, you can differentiate the two. Put the facts above my opinion and if you believe I am wrong, feel free to send me a message in my ask box about it!
First and foremost being Jewish is a spectrum. There are ethnic Jews who are secular but stay within the community, there are practising ethnic Jews who vary their degrees of religious adherence, there are ethnic Jews who are Christian converts, and there are converts who are not ethnically Jewish. We are an ethnoreligious group— like the Druze or the Yazidis. There are many forms of our religion and many different cultural practices influenced by where they lived. The main groups we have are Ashkenazim; Diaspora that lives in Eastern Europe and everyone uses them as the staple of Jewry, they're not, they're just a part of the community. Mizrahim; Diaspora that resided in the Middle East and Northern African. They have suffered through many genocides (as have the rest shhh). Sephardim; Diaspora that resided in the Iberian Peninsula before the Spanish inquisition fucked them over and they ended up in the Balkans, the Middle East, Africa, and anywhere else. Finally, there are Central Asian Jews who are often a mixture of the Ashkenazi and Mizrahi diaspora. A great example of these are the Bukharan Jews. Whilst they're their own community within our community; Many Iraqi, Iranian, and Ashki Jews ended up in their community due to genocides in the countries they lived in.
So let's talk about some of our Jewish characters in BoB and some important information!!
Liebgott’s mother was Jewish. Yes, he was raised catholic but allow me to remind you of the statement we are an ethnoreligious group. He may not have spoken Yiddish but he did speak a dialect of German because of where his parents were from. Let's be real, speaking your parent's first language at home is normal. If Liebgott wasn't ethnically Jewish he wouldn't have been pissed off at Guarnere’s blatant antisemitism towards Sobel by calling him a Son of Abraham (oy vey).
Joe may not have known anything about the religion. Joe may not have gone to shul. But neither did Billy Joel and he was similarly raised Catholic by a Jewish family and still he has said he feels connected to the community. Joel's family went to Cuba to escape Nazis as they were a German Jewish family. If he didn't feel this connection then the real-life Liebgott wouldn't have fought Guarnere, right?
We note him as being exceptionally hateful towards Nazis. We see him as this feisty individual who could initiate a fight with anyone and might just win. The first time we see the war’s true emotional toll on Liebgott is when he breaks down at the camp. Though, I'd also argue that him not getting help when injured is a big sign of his deteriorating mental health.
Sit down because we are about to take a very emotional ride which will give you insight to any Ashkenazi or Sephardic individual who had a family member perish in the Sho’ah.
As only two generations away from the Sho’ah in my family, I know where my family died and I know where they were from. The most painful thing for me is to look at the train loads of Hungarian Jews arriving at Auschwitz. That is my family. At a young age I saw that film, I remember silently crying as I questioned if my family was captured in this film. If I see them just before they're matched to their death. Now imagine being Liebgott. Imagine being any Jewish individual that came across a camp— death or work camp. Imagine knowing this could've been you if your family didn't leave their homeland. Or worse, knowing that whatever family they left behind is dead. Dead and gone. Unnamed. Unknown. Stripped of their identity and in some camps they're just a number for ease of figuring out who has or has not died. Not every camp used this system, but some did. The camp easy company came across was not one of these but… It was still a camp. I think many people don't realise the sheer amount of camps and ghettos that were spread across the whole of Europe. According to USHMM’s Encyclopedia— over 44,000 camps were established. Additionally there were around 1,000 ghettos. So, we will establish our base estimated number at 45,000. Meaning the likelihood of accidentally coming across one was generally higher than what one may believe. Especially depending on the area you were in.
On the other hand someone who is hardly spoken of; Edward Shames was a practising Jew. He toasted his son’s bar mitzvah with hitler's cognac. Which is such a fuck you to hitler. A bar/bat mitzvah is a celebration of a Jewish person becoming an adult in the religion. There's partying, reading of the Torah, and all around joyous times. It is basically; We lived, you didn't— how successful was your genocide? Oh, yeah, not successful enough. Additionally, Shames held a Pesach Seder during the war. He was as religious as he could be during the war. I do not remember if or how he reacted to the concentration camp during the miniseries. I am a bit ignorant of him, I know some information but not enough to speak any further. Both Liebgott and Edward Shames by Halacha are Jewish. Liebgott's mum is a Jew, so he's a Jew. Edward Shames' parents are both Jewish. Even though to a secular person they are not viewed as being equally Jewish... In my eyes, they kind of are.
This concludes part one of two. You can find part two here: X
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I think an army buddy could be interesting! I agree that describing Shannon as a figure from his past would be odd (though possible of course). Or maybe his childhood priest, if we’re continuing the catholic guilt thread.
my unrealistic theory is that it's his boy best friend whom he had unrequited feelings for as a teenager (yes i know it's not gonna happen shhh just let me have this)
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stalked ur profile and noticed the fandom fave ask games, Peaky Edition?
OHOHOOHOH YESSS-
This is going to be difficult. Am i allowed more than one character per category??? (also tytyty for the ask muah muah)
(tagging @red-riding-wood because i know you love these)
blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)
Listen, if you've been on this blog for more than five seconds, this will be no surprise. It's Luca, that goddamn fruit bastard<3
The moment he lifted that hat and spoke in his tony-soprano-meets-the-godfather-esque voice I knew I'm going to be obsessed but HOLY SHIT. The brainrot, it's on another level.
And Arthur, oh Arthur...
Most tragic character in the whole show, so full of love, hate, anger, EVERYTHING. He's as entertaining as he is tear-worthy, and theres no scene with him i dislike. Baby...baby boy...
scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)
ARFAAAAAAA-
Again, everything i said above. I want to make him soup and hug him, then maybe hiss at Tommy (selfcare)
AND CURLY
He makes me kick my feet, and his scenes with May make me wish he had more screen time. I need him to give me a tour of Small Heath. I'd die a happy man.
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)
MY LOVE
MY BELOVED
ABERAMA GOLD
His death made me actually cry (i still don't see it as canon shhh), he was my favourite since he appeared in season 1 and has been my obscure love ever since (still want to write something for him, but i have so much stuff i need to write first)
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)
Johnny Dogs!!! My dude! My man! My silly little horny guy!
I want a compilation of him. I want to drink some booze with him and for him to tell me shitty life advice that I would NEVER actually implement.
poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)
DOES NOT DESERVE THE SHIT SHE GOT.
Y'all cannot handle nuanced/flawed female characters and it shows. Linda has my heart. I love hypocritical Catholics, we are not the same.
Live, laugh, love Linda <3
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)
Tommy.
This man. He deserves nothing more. I love him, but i also want to see him suffer. That's Tommy Shelby, i want him covered in his own blood, in a mental breakdown, screaming, crying, throwing up.
Im mentally sane btw.
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)
We don't like nazis in this house, not only am i sending him to superhell, I'm shooting him first and throwing salt over where the body was. I LOVE his actor to death, but my 1. History obsessed 2. Polish ass has always had a personal vendetta against pre-war western fashos
*spits*
#rys-talks#peaky blinders#arthur shelby#luca changretta#oswald mosley#tommy shelby#linda shelby#Johnny Dogs#Curly Peaky Blinders#Aberama Gold
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23. Mistletoe kiss! (I think you know who)
Thank you for the prompt! This turned into a sequel to Christmas With The Scullys, but I think it can also be read on its own. It's very fluff.
Wc: 2,231 | Tagging @today-in-fic
Mistletoe Musings
Gooey darkness greets him as he slowly comes to, trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes. He wakes up languidly, stretching his legs, amazed at how soft this bed is. How quiet everything is here. How wonderful it smells.
Wait.
Mulder opens his eyes fully, looking around. His head is throbbing in tandem with his heartbeat. Where the fuck is he and why is he not alone in his bed? First things first. This, he realizes seeing a picture of a very young Scully and her siblings – Bill may have grown, but he hasn’t changed – on the nightstand, is not his bed, or his home. The memories return to him in scraps. Hospital. Concussion. Scully’s car. Scully’s mother’s house.
The bed he’s sleeping in is Scully’s. The person he’s sharing the bed with is… Scully. His eyes are still getting used to the dark, but now that he knows, he can see her. The lump under the comforter is without a doubt his partner. This isn’t the first time they’re sharing a bed, but it’s the first time they’re sharing her bed.
He doesn’t remember why they put him up here in Scully’s room. Does her mother think they’re dating? Scully, still asleep, chooses that moment to scoot closer to him, sighing deeply. Her scent is intoxicating. So is her proximity. If his mind keeps going down this path, his head will soon no longer be the only thing throbbing.
What he has to do is get a grip. This is Scully. She brought him here because he got himself hurt – again – and he couldn’t be left alone. Like a child. He’s crashing her Christmas because he acted before thinking.
He should thank Scully and all his lucky stars that he’s here and alive, not dead in some ditch, or all alone in a hospital. His eyes find Scully and his mind stops racing. A smile breaks on his face, just watching her sleep. He shifts the tiniest bit closer to her, hoping she won’t wake. When she doesn’t stir, he wills himself to relax. His eyes watching her, he’s being pulled back to sleep, too.
“Why can’t we wake them?” Someone not too quietly whispers. “I want to see what Santa brought!”
“Shhh. Let them sleep a moment longer.” Another voice chimes in, more familiar and more mature. It must be Mrs. Scully.
“Huh?” Scully, who at some point during the night decided to use his chest as a pillow, wakes up and as soon as she realizes how close they are, she gasps. But she doesn’t move away. She glances at him, her mind playing catch up, and then she smiles.
“Good morning,” she says.
“Grandma, they’re awake!” Two Scully children exclaim and both Mulder and Scully turn towards the door where Mrs. Scully stands with the biggest grin on her face.
“You better hurry,” she says, chuckling. “These kids are in a hurry.”
“Aunt Dana and the fox are awake!” One of the children screams, running down the stairs.
“What time is it?” Mulder asks once they’re alone again.
“Early,” Scully replies with a yawn. “Too early. How’s your head?”
“Scully, why is your very Catholic mother not at all fazed that I’m in your bed?”
“I take it your head is better.” Her words don’t stop her from touching the bump on his head and he winces. “There’s not enough space with half my family here. Is your head not better? Do we need to go back to the hospital?” Her hand is still on his head, but now she’s cradling it.
“No. No, we don’t. You’re important to me,” he says, remembering saying the same thing to her last night. He wants to say it again. Needs to say it again. There are no painkillers in his blood. Even the adrenaline is gone. If she didn’t believe him last night, she cannot deny it this morning.
“You told me last night. Do you- do you remember what happened yesterday?”
“I know I said it last night,” he assures her. “I do remember what happened. Well, mostly. I know where we are, and I know who I am, and I know who you are. What else do I need? I just wanted to say it again so that you know I meant it.”
“Thank you, Mulder,” she says, blushing faintly. “I meant it, too.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” He grins at her, his head moving towards hers. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that they were supposed to get up and go downstairs where a plethora of Scullys wait for them. But what he really wants is to drink in Scully’s sleep-tousled hair, her make-up-free morning face full of freckles, and her inviting lips.
“Mulder,” she says, his name sounding like a murmur. Her eyes flicker to his lips, letting him know that she wants this, too. But before their mouths meet, his brain fires another word at him.
“Mistletoe,” he says, right before their lips meet. “We talked about mistletoe last night, didn’t we?” Scully chuckles, her eyes closing briefly.
“We did.”
“I still don’t know if there is any downstairs.”
“I think it’s time you find out.”
*
They draw all eyes to them when they enter Mrs. Scully’s living room. For a moment Mulder isn’t sure whether he’s seeing double. He’s never seen so many people for Christmas. They’re everywhere.
“Finally,” a kid says with a groan, crawling towards the tree and the presents there. Scully takes his hand, leading him toward the couch where her mother is sitting. Mulder feels several pairs of eyes bore into him. Most prominently Bill Jr.’s. He swallows hard, smiling at everyone else.
“Oh dear,” Mrs. Scully says. “There really is not enough space here.” She motions to the couch and Mulder realizes she’s right. There’s just enough space for one more person. They can’t very well ask the old lady with her cup of tea to sit on the floor.
“I can, um, stand over there,” Mulder says, pointing. “It’s fine.”
“Don’t be silly,” Mrs. Scully says. “Dana can sit on your lap. Come on now,” she urges. “You’re going to miss all the fun.”
Mulder and Scully exchange a quick look. If they don’t sit down soon, they will make it worse. Though Mulder isn’t sure things can be worse now.
“Sit down,” Scully says, her voice soft. She touches his arm, letting him know it’s okay. This is at once a dream and a nightmare come true. But he sits down, the couch sinking under his weight. Mrs. Scully nods at him, smiling before she redirects her focus back to the children. The only person still watching them is Bill Jr.
Mulder’s head is throbbing but he ignores it, waiting for Scully to sit on his lap. His Scully on his lap. She’s light as a feather, feeling just right sitting here. His arms go around her waist of their own volition. She leans against him, throwing him a quick smile. As he watches everyone tear through their presents, wrapping paper flying everywhere, he wonders if this is happening or a side effect of his concussion. Last night, he shared a bed with Scully. This morning, she’s sitting in his lap.
“This one’s for you, Dana.” Someone hands Scully a present and he rests his head on her shoulder to watch her unwrap it.
“What a beautiful scarf,” she says. “Thank you, Aunt Sylvia.”
“It’s from Santa,” one of the children reminds her.
“You’re right,” Scully says, laughing. “Thank you, Santa.” She turns around to look at Mulder, still smiling. He’s never seen her like this, like Dana. Being around her family grounds her, mellows her. She’s the most beautiful he’s ever seen her.
“Happiness looks good on you,” he whispers.
“It looks good on you, too,” she says, wrapping the scarf around him. It already smells like her and he doesn’t ever want to take it off. She’s right: he’s happy. It’s been more years than he can count since he’s felt this peaceful on Christmas.
“I know you had no choice,” Mulder says, his voice breaking. “But thank you for bringing me here.”
“I wanted you here, Mulder. I could have left you in the hospital.”
“I need to find that mistletoe,” he says. As much as he wants to kiss her – and do it right now – it might just be the last straw for Bill Jr.
“Look around,” Scully whispers, making him shiver all over. He does. His eyes scan the whole room and then, finally, he sees it. Mistletoe right by the window. He knew he could count on Mrs. Scully. Now all he has to do is be patient. He’s grinning like a Cheshire cat, much to the delight of the other grown up guests. He hopes they don’t know what he’s thinking about. But even if they do, he can’t care. Not tonight. Today he will receive the greatest Christmas gift he can imagine. He will get to kiss Scully.
*
In the end, it’s probably no more than an hour. To Mulder, it feels endless. The last present is unwrapped, the children are happy and playing with their toys, and the adults are refilling their coffees to stay awake and alert. Mulder doesn’t need caffeine. He’s thirsty for something else. But Tara has grabbed Scully by the arm and now the two women are in the kitchen while Mulder hangs around the mistletoe by himself.
“So you are Dana’s partner.” A woman approaches him, holding a plate with cookies. She offers one to Mulder and he politely takes one. “I’m her aunt. I’ve been very curious about you.”
“Hmm?” Is all he can say with his mouth full of cookie.
“Maggie told me all about you and Dana. She was hoping you’d be here. I love Dana, but these last few years,” she trails off, sighing. “It was obvious that there was always something missing. Someone missing. It was you. It’s good to see my favorite niece smile again. Don’t tell Bill Jr. I called Dana my favorite.” She winks at him and Mulder smiles, trying to process what he just heard.
He doesn’t get much time, because Scully returns to the living room, walking towards him. He forgets everything else. There is no one else in this room but them. His head doesn’t hurt. The only reason his knees are weak is that Scully is smiling at him. She has a cup of coffee in her hand that she puts on the mantelpiece.
“Hi,” he says, his voice breathless.
“Hi.”
“I found mistletoe.”
“I see.”
“You know the tradition,” he says.
“I do. You should be glad Aunt Sylvia didn’t look up just now,” Scully says. “I think she might have a thing for you.”
“Hmm, too bad. I’m already interested in someone else.”
“Who?” Scully asks, but he steals the word from her lips. They meet in the middle with her on tiptoes and him slightly stooped. It starts out soft and gentle, a perfect first kiss. But when Scully’s fingers lock in his hair, all bets are off. He forgets that he shouldn’t be upright for longer periods of time. His knees buckle, but kissing Scully takes precedence over everything else.
“There are children present, for God’s sake.” It’s Bill’s booming voice that brings them back to the present, to Mrs. Scully’s house, and the various family members glaring at them.
“I’m, um, we- well.” Mulder tries to find words, but can’t. He wipes his mouth and Bill’s eyes narrow.
“The kids are not even paying attention,” Scully says. Everyone over the age of 12 is, however. Mulder has never seen so many women smile at him. He stands closer to Scully, knowing she’ll protect him.
“I said I’d try to be nice to him,” Bill says, looking him up and down. “But Dana, this is going too far.”
“It was one kiss, Bill.”
“Hey, don’t fight, please,” Mulder says, his headache returning with a vengeance. “I think I need to sit down anyway. I’m a bit dizzy.”
“I wasn’t thinking.” She throws Bill a dirty look and for a brief moment, the siblings battle a silent fight that Scully seems to be winning. She leads Mulder over to the couch where every Scully woman starts fawning over him. His very own Scully has her hand on his head, straightening the hair she mussed up. He grins, thinking about what happened mere moments ago. He wants it to happen again soon.
“He’s wearing lipstick,” Aunt Sylvia says, taking a sip from her coffee. “Looks good on him.” Somewhere Bill Jr. groans while everyone else laughs. Scully wipes the lipstick away with her thumb, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She’s not at all shy with him here, surrounded by her family. Even if she only does it to rile up her big brother, he doesn’t care. After all, he gets kisses. From Scully. He will never complain about that. Though he can’t wait to do this when they’re alone and Bill Jr. isn’t breathing down their necks. Quite literally.
“It really does look good on you,” she whispers, bringing him back to the present.
“Maybe I can wear it again later?” He asks, full of hope.
“Oh, you will be wearing it again later tonight, don’t worry,” she promises him.
#got long#i feel like i could have turned this into a novella#wish i were kidding#christmas fluff really is my jam#thank you all for being so sweet to me about it#msr#xf fanfic#my writing#my fic
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Introducing…
What I haven’t specified in these nifty lil infographics is his role in the greater world of Psychonauts!
During the summer when the actual story takes place, Kelvin has been receiving private instruction on how to control his clairvoyance from low level Psychonauts agents, however he proves to struggle so greatly with control that the following summer (after another year of Catholic boarding school), he is passed on to the Whispering Rock staff. He takes on the role of camp counselor in all but name, when he’s not in remedial classes. Maybe he’ll even have an adventure! All he knows is that he’s glad to spend the summer with cool people who understand his psychic identity and encourage his eccentricity :D
Eventually he works for the Psychonauts in recordkeeping, and probably works towards greater access to basic resources for psychic youth in some way.
Please feel free to ask questions about him! I’d love to answer them!
(Also if you think you see a spelling mistake anywhere in here shhh no you don’t)
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ooh 4 and 5 for in that iron ground, and 37!
4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?
i am proud no one told me i wrote catholic/christian funerals wrong having never been to one lol. if i wrote something wrong, shhh don't tell me, let me live in delusion.
on a more serious note, um, i think i was proud of the idea i had for michelle divorcing her husband (sorry irl michelle, i wish you many years of happy marriage) and not telling daniel as a way to heighten daniel's feelings of like, missing out and highlight the distance between him and his family that wasn't just about being in a relationship with a man! like in the fic i wanted to capture not just the internalised homophobia, but like. show how daniel would have a sense of regret even if he was straight/in a relationship with a woman
5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!
this is a good question! i feel like i'm lucky and have had super lovely asks about this fic already!
um, i'm sure its super obvious but no one ever asked that i remember like,hey is the fic inspired by bon iver - wash? and yes lol it was (in part!). specifically:
[Verse 1]
Climb
Is all we know
When thaw
Is not below us
No, can't grow up
In that iron ground
like, all about leaving home to succeed imo, which was ofc a big theme of the fic
37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?
i really like this that i wrote! but i do get why it doesn't have more notes etc bc like, its angsty etc and a tough subject but i do like it because i think it captures something about Max's need for routine and how he would try to apply logic to something so painfully illogical.
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A random headcanon I have is that Thomas is the 2nd oldest of five children. He took full advantage of the fact that most of the family responsibilities fell on his older brother to pursue a career in the arts, without being a disappointment to his family.
I’m that vein, do you have any headcanons about the ghosts’ families (other than the ones we already know like Kitty and Lady Button)?
Oh, I like that. I tend to imagine him either as an only child or the youngest of however with his spoilt brat energy, but him not directly being the youngest could actually work better as it would take a lot more eyes off him and, as you said, give him less responisiblity.
And oh, do I ever:
So, Pat – by virtue of the fact you only see his mum’s name in his article on the ghost board (I know that his dad’s name is probably on there and just blocked out by the posit note with his name but shhh), I tend to imagine Pat was raised just by his mother Maureen, his father walking on the family when Pat was young. Pat was, if my maths is right, born the year ww2 ended, so maybe Mauren and his dad got together in a 'well we might die so why not' panic, only for the war to end and for him to realise he had no interest in a family whatsoever. Maureen was Welsh but ended up staying in Yorkshire even after Mr Butcher walked out in hopes of more job opportunities. The rest of Mr Butcher’s, very large, family were not happy with him for walking out and were made an effort to be really proactive in Maureen’s life because of that, so Pat grew up surrounded by cousins and uncle and aunt’s taking care of him. My only other notes are that he had a twin sister called Gabrielle (the eldest of the two by like three minutes) who he was very close to, and that his mum was a Guide leader :)
Julian – Mumsy and Daddy were two upper class conservatives from Cheltenham, both big players in local politics though they never got the fame they really wanted. Julian had one older brother Charles who was seen as the golden child as he was a lot less wild than Julian, but in exchange he was like, incredibly boring and he never got into politics. He and Julian did not get along. Julian didn’t get along with most of his family honestly, though he did have one aunt who spoiled him rotten, and by the time he was twelve he basically moved in with her
Robin – The third of four children, raised by their dad after their mum died. I think his entire family would live together- like grandparents and aunts uncle, and when his siblings found someone and had kids, they’d stick around too so he was just constantly surrounded by people which makes it all the worse when he’s killed and left all alone anyway, just a very chill family unit with everyone working together to keep each other alive
Mary – Raised by very strict parents who she never felt connected with. And being the eldest, having four younger brothers, she was essentially treated less as a daughter by them and more like a live-in nanny. She didn’t have any other family to really turn to and support her. I tend to imagine she did get married though she didn’t care all that much about her husband, and had two kids. Like her parents though, she never really ended up connected with them, always busy working to keep them alive. I also think her husband was the one who accused her of witchcraft- not to get rid of her like with George, but because he genuinely believed she was
Captain – The son of two Catholics, his father a banker and a former army captain himself, his mother a dressmaker. He wasn’t close to his father at all, who was deeply affected from the first world war and insisted on keeping a distance from his kids and wife, worried that he accidentally lash out and hurt them. He was very close to his mother though, and I like to think she figured out early on he was gay and did her best to subtly hint she’d be accepting, though he never caught on. He also had a younger sister who was close with as a child, but the older the got and the more repressed he became, the further they drifted away from each other.
Humphrey (sorry mate I almost forgot you yet again) – Uh, idk about him…I think he lost his parents when he was young – which meant he had no one to turn to with regards to his marriage with Sophie – and was taken in by his uncle who did his best to care for Humphrey and his own two children. But he ended up passing away when Humphrey was in his early twenties, which he took very hard. He was very close with his cousins, they were both girls who were significantly younger than him, and he always saw them as his sisters, and likewise they say him as an older brother.
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"Eren, Eren, EREN!!!" Mikasa yelled out while simultaneously running after Eren after he walked out of her aunt Kiyomi's house. Finally catching up to him and not letting him walk away one more time by giving him a back hug. They both heaved with deep breaths to return to their normal heart rates and stayed quiet for a few minutes to calm down. Both from the short but quite strenuous strolls and to what recently happened at the short lunch they had over.
Mikasa then stopped hugging him as they faced each other. She took both of his hands and started "I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for everything. For being weak and not having the strength and the voice to defend you further" tears were starting to stream down her lovely cheeks while her shoulders began shaking uncontrollably "They humiliated you, your state of life and living meanwhile, I didn't do further more than making them hush. I'm sorry I disappointed you and that I was not the usual valorous Mikasa from our school that you know, I'm genuinely sorry" she ended with now fully breaking down in tears. Eren's face now reflecting a state of being worried as he quickly shushes her and is now the one who initiated their hug. "Shhh, please don't cry, you know I hate seeing you in tears. I promise, I'm not disappointed" Eren replied as he lets go of her and hold her face "It's not your fault that you got pressured nor you couldn't speak out against your harsh family. Yes, their words hurts me, but I know you're different from them. And that's why I love you so so much" He then finishes it with a deep kiss.
Catholic Student Mikasa and Nerd Eren
mhmmmm i like this idea BUT unfortunately cs mikasa wouldn’t do this in my head. i envisioned her pretty much the opposite. she’s not a doormat lol she’s so spoiled and a brat exactly because she does whatever she wants and no one can do anything about it. she would probably take his hand and bring him to her room and order a pizza instead of just staying there and take that. and then just to rub it in their faces she would initiate sex and moan so fucking loud to prove the point that she won’t let him go no matter what they say.
i like the idea tho.
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c5x14 reality star struck
This ep has Gina Torres in it, who played Zoey Washburne in Firefly. Nice! However, before I start this ep, I need to get up & move. I am on call for work today too. Hoping I don't get called in. In fact I also hope I get cut early
this is the stupidest thing lmao
KB: Yes, because nothing says “Happy Valentine’s Day” like a Star Wars toy.
RC: *chuckles*
KB: Wait, wait, wait. Please tell me that you didn’t get me a lightsaber for our first Valentine’s Day together.
RC: What about you, Espo? Any plans for Valentine’s Day tomorrow? *Lands his arm over espt's shoulder*
JE, uncomfy, & tbh seeming a bit sad: Uh, yeah. Investigating a murder.
RC: The Wives of Wall Street, the reality show?
JE: Yeah. Seen it?
RC: Just long enough to make me want to kill myself. One minute of lunatics backstabbing each other is enough.
JE: Speaking of backstabbing...
oh so THAT'S what a tennis bracelet is! I thought it had to do with the sport.
HOLY-- THAT IS A GOOD KNIFE.
Except WHEN was that made? it doesn't match the ones I've seen but they obviously have different handle styles, like any good knife company.
lives in a hotel?
Clipping that. Also he looks a LOT like me when we both had that hair. Wish I'd taken a pic of myself now lol
I mean my parents did NFP to prevent having kids (being catholics & "not allowed" to use condoms) & then to GET kids. But why is ryan sharing how they took her internal temperature & are doing babymaking science & babymaking not as in sex itself, & then just sharing how it was "showtime" & not romantic but sciency & rooster in a hen house & just XD he is freely giving away this information to his colleagues while on the job
RC: Yeah, not to mention her family, the DA …
all reality shows are fake
Esposito nice outfit. Tie is not too thin. Dress shirt.. dark blues & stuff...
LIKE ALEXIS VLOGGING
Ryan pretty too! I should pic these two maybe
Castle actually looks shocked at the drama lol
assET
*castle whoops* *espt smiles tho*
Gates lmao I love her sometimes. When she reveals her interests she is good! The dolls, the show...
SOPHISTICATED, CASTLE? WHAT?
"zito" (the captions are weird, sometimes they have 'sito sometimes they have zito)
How do you do?
(Are you still rolling? Did you get that?)
Love the whip transition
*shows her broken nail in a careful way to not flip off the camera*
Lol during family watch we ended up having a convo abt asbestos
*gates being useful bc she watches the show*
*castle casually takes a seat on her furniture*
also this is an empty empty apartment, & it is big & like... just empty. like nobody lives here
Oh no the landline?? can't kill someone unless you're on the cell
u saying a fan killed her?
JE: Hey. I got a little mystery here.
RC: You mean besides your Valentine’s Day plans?
JE: Shhh. *He presses his finger against castle’s lips to keep him silent. beckett smiles.*
clipped that for ya
the last stop? sounds like HER last stop
clipping ryan's return too ho-ly (hair REALLY looks like mine now lol)
Beckett helping regroom him <3
(also lol what a great lunch break)
RC: As in the country off the southeastern coast of Africa made famous by the adorable animated film?
"primarily" in madegascar
Smuggling? Big money & exotic locations?
RC: But how? (he turns quickly) Wait. Is this your Valentine’s Day gift to me? A complex mystery where nothing makes sense? You know me so well.
alluaudia, becks. Hold on is she wearing two coats? One is nice & green & the other only goes to her upper waist? what?
as you wish <3
RC: Captain Gates, participating in the case. Engaging in idle speculation. We are not so different, you and I.
*VG takes off her reading glasses to look at him*
RC: There’s … there’s a difference. We’re different.
VG: (to BECKETT) You know, this could actually be our big break. Only we may not have gotten to it if I hadn’t recognized Margo’s building in that photo. Which is why I think each of you should watch some “Wives of Wall Street” episodes tonight. For the good of the case.
right bestie.
At least you can make a viewing party out of it
or not
Castle don't be competitive!
Lol the music
tbh, those earrings are… not as good as I thought they'd be
XD study each other's eyes
Aww reading poems <3
MR: Boy, I wish I’d had these reality shows in my day. No script, overacting, screaming at everybody. What a gig.
Castle getting into it
The popcorn
IT IS DAYTIME
HIS EXPRESSIONS
I could clip that ig.
I could clip these two together if I wanted lol
These two really are making headway
"an" episode XD
she's kidding about one potato chip right? I mean, you give yourself one serving of chips & then you put away the bag/tupperware & you're done.
(gates looks nice)
She sounds tired tho maybe she DID binge watch
Esposito nice sweater!
Ninja moments
Ooh nice lunch, gates
oh NO
& the AUDIO
gonna be sex lol
esp with that rhythym
At least she got clothes
THESE TWO ARE LOVING THE DRAMA
Ah a shell company
ryan pretty *& then leaves*
Esposito interrupts castle's attempt to pickpocket gates *& then leaves*
HOLY CRAP. DOMINATION IG...
Both: WHAT!?!?
You know, you /could/ "bump into her" by accident when you are "shocked" by the scene in the interview room & pickpocket her
Who did you call?
Peter: Jeff get out of here
Jeff: Right *immediately turns around*
*casually sits* *casually offers water* *casually accepts water* *intense convo still happening over this*
Maybe her son borrowed the credit card & bought dinner
*CASTLE slows when he passes GATES’ office. Her jacket is still on the back of her chair. When he turns, he runs into BECKETT. She studies him.*
Could be that they are bonding over the show...
Why doesn't he just tell Gates he got a gift for beckett as thanks for letting him shadow her... no not a good idea.
KB: *stops suddenly.* Did you write a note?
RC: Of course I wrote a note. I’m a writer.
KB: Was it romantic?
RC: It’s Valentine’s Day, so yeah, it was romantic.
KB: Did you put my name on it?
RC: *makes a face and thinks*
KB: Oh God, Castle, did you put my name on it?
RC: I can’t remember. I put my name on it. I know that much.
KB: *sighs in frustration and continues walking*
*knows the episode numbers; like me with the plot heavy eps*
ryan pretty, annoyed that he has to listen to gates tho
KR: Just the headache I get when I watch it.
*thinks it is for her*
oh no her face DROPS.
btw, stone? neat name ig
Stone: (hesitates) Then my mom came home. When she found out about our relationship, she went crazy. She threw Hannah out. But the worst part was that Hannah begged me to go with her. But I couldn’t. In the moment that she needed me - to stand up to my mother - I couldn’t.
Oof this is a heck of a moment, a heck of a moment indeed
*eye contact*
*sees the pocket is empty*
Ah nvm that IS that knife
y'all showed her the warrant?
remember The Cat Who when Joy made the pottery red? & when I say that Joy made the pottery red...
she's cornered, this is stressful!
The music
sooo suspensful love it
RC: Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe she’s choosing to ignore it, or just biding her time. Like a shark.
KR: Night guys. ((Kevin Ryan my friends!)) [He’s heading for the exit.] Happy Valentine’s Day.
RC: Ah … once more unto the breach?
KR: Uh, actually Jenny just texted me and I have the night off.
[KB+RC look confused]
KR: I mean, we’ll probably still uh … you know,, but tonight it’ll be for romantic reasons. : )
KB, sounding just a bit uncomfy: Yeah.
y'all this is so romantic with lanie here:
[LP turns the corner and heads toward them. She’s dressed up. RC stops and KB smiles.]
KB: Hey Espo! Your date’s here.
RC: (to KB) I knew they had plans! You knew they had plans and you didn’t tell me?
KB: Yeah, because she asked me to keep it a secret. This is a really big deal for them. ((bc they broke up & even tho they still have the occasional booty call they are not together, but now it is valentine’s day <3))
KB: She doesn’t want you making fun of them.
RC: I wouldn’t make fun–.. no, that’s not true. (he laughs) It’d be fish in a barrel.
LP: stops in front of them with a huge smile.
RC: Oh.
KB: Lanie, you look great.
LP: Yeah? It’s not too much?
KB: No. It might be a little too much for Castle. (she nods up) Eyes up, bud.
[His gaze snaps up immediately.]
RC: I do.
((XD))
JE: You look amazing, Lanie.
LP: Thanks, Javi.
JE: Mmhmm.
LP: So, what’s the plan?
((Always have a plan))
JE: Oh, reservations at Le Fouquet.
LP: French? I love French.
JE: Je le sais, mon petit chou chou. Allons-y.
[LP sighs. RC smirks, but it looks like beckett didn’t know esposito spoke any French. He probably does not, probably only knew a few romantic words, esp considering his accent for other french words in the past castle episodes were not good; however french is a romance language & english has a lot of french influence, he would easily learn french. Heck, I can understand a little bit of spanish sometimes from my french)
JE: Au revoir.
LP: Au revoir.
oh nooooooo
INT – VG: ’ OFFICE
The open earring box sits on her desk and castle sighs.
VG: Did you really think that I, of all people, would be okay with this?
RC: No, I – thought –
RC looks ready to cry. VG puts on her glasses and picks up the note.
VG: “You are beauty, passion, and fierce intellect. Be my Valentine. Rick.” ((sounds like it could be for gates tbh, heck yeah))
RC watches KB through the window but when he realizes gates stopped talking he startles back and grabs the note.
RC: Is that all I wrote in there?
VG: Isn’t that enough? What the hell is wrong with you? I’m a married woman.
RC: I – I know. No, I know. I just thought –
[Castle might be able to salvage this yet.]
VG: Is this some lame, harebrained scheme to garner favor with me?
RC: (dryly) Yeah. That’s – that’s what this is.
VG: Well, it backfired. And I am willing to forget this ever happened if you can assure me you can tame your childish nonsense and accord me some respect.
((he’s way way wayyy to childish))
RC: I – I will. I can. I will.
She shuts the lid to the earring box and hands it back.
VG: And now I will go home. To my husband. Because I’m his Valentine.
She grabs her things and leaves. RC just nods. Could have been worse.
Wait
WAIT IT IS THE DRAWER
HOLY CRAPERONI THAT IS THE MOST INTIMATE THING EVER
the music sfdjksdfjkjkh
*buttons not coming out*
outstanding, I have a half hour left on my schedule to format & post the quotes
Did it! still 20m to spare! I think I sprained a finger by holding too many deep fry baskets & awkwardly shaped bowls last week. I thought it was just sore but it still has not healed so now I think it got sprained or strained in some way. I am so not ready to go back to work.
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FLIGHTLESS BIRD
(Or, a sample of my WIP)
(Has no title yet pls help)
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It's been...six? Seven hours without water or rest from the blazing sunlight. They can't remember now. All they feel is their drying mouth struggle to form words by way of prayers.
They know their true god will not hear them. Cannot hear them in this place without time. So they pray to Ya instead, fumbling over vulgar Latin and the matins. Ex-Catholic status be damned, they must pray. Must make someone higher than them aware of their suffering.
The rope digs into their wrists as they struggle to find some purchase, some leverage to ease the burning in their ribs. Gold trickles down their arms, sticks their skin to their face. Heaving in a breath, Kes calls as loudly as they're able: "Chiron! You bastard! Get in here!"
A beat. Their heart beats hard against their ribs, straining. Chipping away at time and bones and stubborn flesh. Kes breathes hard and slow, trying to kick their numb feet up onto the pew to stretch higher.
A door slams and Kes flinches, bites back a cry of anguish as pain lashes white-hot down their spine. A gust of cold wind sweeps the room, bringing only momentary relief before it cuts off. Boots clack sharply on the tile in double-time.
"You called?" Chiron's voice is close --too close. No sultry purr. No hint of sadism. He's angry. Though not at Kes, judging by the light, careful touches to their face.
"Please...p-please let me down." Kes cannot see. The world is reduced to swirls of black and gold beating behind their eyelids as air bleeds from lungs that cannot draw air back in.
"Will you behave now?"
"Yes yes please let me down." The words fall in a rush before they can stop to consider the promise. Anything to make some of the pain cease. Perjuring themself to Rami could be forgiven if they lived long enough to see him again.
"Alright. I'll let you down. When I let do, lay still until I tell you to move."
"Understood." Chiron stands behind Kes, shirt dragging across the sensitive skin of their back. They will themself not to flinch or arc away. The pain increases momentarily as their arms stretch higher overhead, then the world comes rushing back in breath and sight and relief that borders on agonizing pleasure.
"Oh god have mercy. Oh god please-!" Kes moans, turning to bury their face in Chiron's chest. The pew's fabric is harsh on their bare skin, but there's little room for thought of much beyond twisted gratitude.
Chiron strokes their skin slowly, coaxes feeling into numb arms and legs. Their wrists are bandaged, water coaxed down their parched throat. It had never felt so good to simply breathe without pain. All suffering before this pales in comparison.
"Can you sit up?" A question, not a command. Kes hesitates, nods slowly and drags their aching vessel into a roughly upright posture. Chiron tsks, and Kes flinches when his hands take their shoulders, adjusting their position.
"I've a meeting today. No time for training. Quail will be in shortly. Mind her like you would me, ok?"
Kes dips their head in a half-hearted nod. "Yes sir." Chiron holds up a rosary, presses it into Kes' hands.
"You know what to do." Kes nods again, sinks to their knees against the kneeler, and prays to a god long gone. Its the least they can do, to try to earn their salvation.
Partway through another mangled recitation of the Ave Maria, Quail's heels strike a staccato rhythm through the rote. The sound shakes Kes out of stupor, and calls their attention to her fiery hair. She is the only other person Kes has known to have the same hair as they do.
"Hello pet."
"Hullo mistress." Quail comes close, sits beside Kes' shivering body, drapes a warm cloak around their shoulders. She strokes their hair, their cheeks. Wiping away tears. Oh god oh fuck. "I'm sorry I'm sorry! I don't mean to--"
"Shhh. You don't have to apologize. It's okay to cry. He can't see you now."
Not now. Not *yet*. But Kes knows Chiron will watch. Will witness this moment of mercy. And Kes will pay for it. But for now, it's enough to be comforted and held and even though Quail is far from gentle, the touch sparks some kind of life back into Kes' eyes for another few hours.
Kes moans without thought as they come, blind for a heartbeat to the sacrelige they've committed. Quail presses her hand harshly over their mouth mid-oath, startling Kes into stillness. Quail carefully leans to their ear and whispers: "you can't say his name here! If Chiron hears you..." She draws a sharp-nailed finger down Kes' side, dangerously close to where their wings lay under the skin.
Oh. Oh.
Quail leans back, still on top of them, digs her nails briefly into their chest. "Ow Quail! You want me to bleed more?" A beat, and then she smirks and her eyes light with a predatory glint Kes hasn't seen before. Their heart stammers in their chest. Could she do it? Would she?
They close their eyes. No need to look death in the face. No need to see Chiron in the corner, plotting out another punishment. Pleasure mounts to pain, breaths rip from their lungs one after another. Images swim behind Kes' eyes: Solon in his shroud, Rowan on his deathbed laughing, Mother and Father hand in hand on the beach, Warren's lazy smirk. The smell of wine and sand, of pine bristles and snow and cinnamon. They feel hands all over their body, pulling them down into the blessed dark, into the long sleep and the dream of dreams.
And then it comes: a scream of agony. The dream dissolves into cruel wakefulness. There is light and sound but none of it kind. Chiron is behind them again, Quail pressed against their legs and gasping for air.
Blood. Hot and sticky, it streams down their back. Something plops on the floor with a sick wet thud. Kes looks down to see their wings for a moment: red and gold veins sweep into dust, all hope of escape crushed.
"Little bird. Did you really think your wings could carry you away from me? Did you think your oaths to your god would call him to you? Oh, my flightless dove, how wrong you are."
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I know how you all live. And South Korea is like shhh....he doesn't know how low class live. Who cares if my dad. He failed miserably. At president. Found out. Went berzerko. I remember. Mom married bc. Had son and daughter bc. Son gave speeches like dictator. Erased. No trace. Uncle...where r u? Frankenstein is not after you....boo. cover up blown. So much parading. I am used to it. But u treasure real life. Just like parading. Double. For conspiracy for low class. Who is worse of worst? Devil worshippers. Now revenge seems Catholic. Ca more. Tho more. Lic more.
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The only issue with this program is it wont let me rotate the image... So this is just. Stuck being angled all wonky, I guess... :/
Edit: Nevermind, I fixed it! gallery lets you scew/rotate? an image by degrees which worked perfectly :3 :D
#hanukkah#chanukah#holiday arts#doodles#illustration#Sketches#digital art#not a doodle#dksartz#Sort of fanart... kind of meant to be steve rogers and yes i know he's Catholic in canon#but shhh#jewish arts#jumbIr#fanart#but also doesn't have to be fan art of Steve#its easily just an illustration...
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my dad was being homophobic at dinner and now i’m just stewing in this awful rage and i want to go like yell at him or something but i need to do homework but i can’t concentrate now cause i’m just sitting on my bed seething in anger
#shhh sharkie#it wasnt even a big action in and of itself like he just huffed angrily and rolled his eyes when i literally said that i know the sign#language sign for ‘’lesbian’’ like its such a minor action but it betrays so much more about whats going on in his head#and like ive been out as bi for six years and and trans for three. its not new information that i am One of The Gays#im just so mad i just want to yell at him like if you have a problem with this i want to know now cause il#im not doing passive aggressive sighs and huffs for the next year if youve got a problem with me snd my friends and my community i want to#know right now so i can be prepared to deal with that. i have to live here for the next however long im here.#augh fucking murder me im so mad#edit more tags cause now im on my computer and STILL MAD#I want to tell him like you know that EVERY SINGLE PERSON I am friends with and have introduced you to in the last four or five years is gay#every single person is gay or lesbian or bi or trans like every single person I am friends with is Queer in some way#and if you're gonna be a homophobic piece of shit who does that catholic bullshit ''i totally support you but also never talk about it''#IM NOT ABOUT IT AND I WILL MOVE MY ASS OUT#well I can't really move out rn so it would be a moot point but like. I will get myself out of this house much sooner if hes gonna be shit
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i feel like this is gonna be an unpopular opinion but i sometimes see people talk about grizzop as a sort of paragon of logic and morality and it always bugs me.
bc like. yes, i love grizzop. and i think it’s clear that he is very much trying to be good, and he’s very committed to doing what he sees as the right thing.
but the same are true for azu and hamid and plenty of characters, and i don’t think he’s any better at moral reasoning than most of the rest of the party. i think the impression that he is comes from his unshakeable confidence and his mastery of what I’ve started to think of as catholic logic.
(this is fairly stream of consciousness and i’m not gonna tag it bc it’s not gonna be entirely coherent or especially well argued, i’m just getting some thoughts down. but my understanding is that sometimes untagged stuff shows up in search, plus ig i have followers, so feel free to reply and discuss this, i’d actually love that. but not much i say here is stuff i’m super confident about so... please don’t get too offended by my wrongness. just tell me why you feel im wrong without aggression, or move on.)
the first bit is the confidence. we don’t ever see grizzop have a moral crisis in the way that most of the other characters do. I can’t think of a time that he’s appeared to look back on something he’s done and wonder if it was wrong; the closest that occurs to me is when he regretted shooting the guy’s legs off in the cairo bar, but tbh i think that was more of a judgement error where he expected to hurt the person much less than he did. we don’t see him question things like flooding the orc town near damascus or dragging sasha into the politics of ancient rome when she didn’t want to be, and honestly, i think this lack is mostly to do with how short a time he was with the party.
most of the arcs he were present for were focused on hamid and sasha’s growth. where he played respectively the accuser and the protector, both roles that made him look good because they cast him as the arbiter of who was right.
i think hamid, especially, bought into this in the cairo arc, because i think hamid is very consciously in the process of recalibrating his moral compass at the time and he has a marked tendency to do so based on the people he admires-- and the loudest voice in the room. hamid really doesn’t like people he admires having a problem with him, and he already felt that he wasn’t necessarily a good person, so he was very open to seeing grizzop or azu as the authority on whether he could be good, and since grizzop pushed where azu prevaricated, grizzop was the one who got the final say.
but in the same arc, you can see sasha and azu starting to question grizzop’s moral compass; sasha notices how legalistic grizzop’s judgement is, and that it really ought to condemn her too, while azu takes issue with how brutal grizzop’s methods are (see punching wilde). but neither of them are willing to press the issue with him at that point, and so he’s never really confronted with something that contradicts him.
and notably, grizzop’s confidence comes from the obvious source: he believes that artemis is inviolably good, and he knows she approves of what he’s doing because his powers still work. but there’s an arrogance here, too, a very strong belief in his own moral superiority with the slightest confirmation; look at rome, where he refuses to listen to azu and ed’s assertions that there’s something wrong with the gods there, because he was able to bull through to artemis the one time he tried, so obviously he must just be a better paladin of a better god, right?
grizzop has very strong beliefs and opinions, and he takes whatever route works best to fulfill them-- both in terms of actions, and in terms of logic. take his decision to forgive/endorse hamid near the end of the cairo arc: by his own assertions, people should experience consequences for their actions, and we know he knows what manslaughter is because he brings it up when hamid first starts talking about accidental murder. but where saleh and carter belong in jail because they’re ~bad~, hamid is allowed to continue on because he’s ‘trying to be better’, never mind that that was hamid’s whole argument about why saleh didn’t deserve to go to jail. plus, saleh’s one goal when he thought he’d killed someone was to resurrect them, which imo makes a lot more sense as a redemptive gesture than going around killing entirely unrelated people. the rules are different because grizzop likes hamid (and probably a bit because ben didn’t want to break the party, but shhh).
this twisting of the logic to fit what you’re trying to prove is what i mean by ‘catholic logic’ (i’m catholic dont @ me); it sounds really good if you don’t think about it too hard, but in fact it’s generally post-facto rationalizations for decisions that have already been made.
grizzop is very enthusiastic about poking holes in other people’s moral reasoning, as we see with apophis, but i think his issue is that he’s got a blind spot when he looks at himself and his own decisions. in grizzop’s world, grizzop is right as long as artemis is still with him and everything else comes after.
now i’m personally of the opinion that alex doesn’t bother/want to engage with the idea that gods take away powers, post-poseidon nonsense, which if true i sympathize with; doing so is either going to lead to the sort of inscrutability zolf had a meltdown over, or put a player in the weird position of making their character do what alex has decided their god would require or having to entirely reinvent the character without those divine powers.
on another meta level, my understanding is that grizzop was designed to be very resistant to doubt because of ben’s difficulties playing zolf, so i think he might have been nearly as resistant to growth on that front as bertie was in general, because believing unshakeably that he’s right is a core element of his character.
but i think if grizzop had lived longer, alex absolutely would have done some hammering at that absolute conviction. that might have come in the form of vesseek and the fact that grizzop is apparently an absentee father; even if he is sending home money, i can’t imagine that not being something that gets mined for angst.
i also think he would have eventually come into a similar sort of conflict with azu, sasha, or cel (whoever was there) that zolf is in right now, where he absolutely believes that whatever killing he’s committed/intending to commit is not only right but a moral imperative, and they disagree.
now whatever side you fall on in the barrett debate, i think grizzop ought to be a lot less willing than zolf to say ‘i’m not gonna go through you lot to do it’, not because i’m convinced grizzop would be hugely more willing to physically fight the rest of the team over it, we know that despite his practicality he seems to overlook some ‘’’wobbles’’’ in people he already cares about, but because zolf is capable of giving up on something in a way that grizzop just isn’t. i dont know how that would play out; chances are, it would get interrupted by a fight, but. who knows.
#stopping not bc i think its a good ending but bc im out of energy#i welcome other people's thoughts but i know this isnt v coherent sorry
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the lovers’ christmas presents
a/n: these will be some of little drabbles for some moots of mine. i’m not super religious, but my mom is catholic so i do celebrate christmas to some extent. if you don’t, then just feel free to enjoy a random little gift for you, and if you do, merry christmas!! i’m so sorry if i wasn’t able to write one for you! i could only do so many 😔😔, but i promise i still love each and every one of my moots, anons, and followers!!
even if the year has been awful, kpop and writing have been really good escapes for my poor mental health. you have all been such a major factor in my mental well-being, so i wish you all happy holidays and a happy new year!
@sub-hoshi-enthusiast — kwon soon-young/hoshi
content: sub!hoshi, dom!fem!reader, title: mommy, he wears a skirt, pegging
“m-mommy,” he stutters, your fingers dig into his shoulders as you thrust into him, “aah!! mommy, please!”
“what is it, baby? you want mommy to go faster?” you say and he nods desperately, so just to tease him, you slow down, making each thrust as deep and intense as possible, “you know, you look really, really pretty right now.”
“mommy~!” he cries out in a whine, but it only makes you smirk.
“what? i just think the pretty skirt is suitable for my favorite pretty boy,” you hands move lower, gripping his waist as you pick up speed again, “now, as much as i love seeing your pretty face, how about i flip you over and spank you till your ass is red?”
he groans, but nods, letting you move him around however you wish, “there we are, now, i hope you don’t have much planned for the next week or so, i doubt you’ll be able to sit right for at least that long.”
@vanillaknj — kim namjoon/rm
content: sub!namjoon, dom!gn!reader, toys, boys in maid outfits :)), mentions of a safeword
“you know, maybe if you were good today we wouldn’t be here,” you muse as he trembles from his second orgasm, crying already, “what happened to my good boy, joonie?”
“i-i’m sorry, please don’t make me cum again,” he begs, but you shake your head.
“either use your safeword or i’m making you cum again and again and again until i’m satisfied,” you spit harshly, “now you’re going to get back to cleaning the house like the good maid you are, and if the vibrator turns on randomly while you’re cleaning, you better hope you can still do your chores. make sure to clean up any cum you get on the floor.”
and of course a few minutes later, just as he goes to start doing the dishes, you turn it on, and he’s visibly shaken, the close feeling already coming back quickly, and his legs give out as he falls to his knees, cumming with a loud groans, followed by some whimpers. it’s so fun to watch him be so miserable.
@nct99 — im changkyun/i.m
content: sub!changkyun, dom!gn!reader, kissing, biting, dirty talk
“come here, baby boy,” you mumble, and he plops down beside you, watching you desperately and hungrily, “is there something you want, kyun?”
“kiss me?” his hands hold onto your shoulders for stability as you lean in to kiss him, pushing him down against the bed and kissing feverishly. your hands hold him securely, and he feels safe and small under you, like nothing could hurt him. you kiss down his jaw, around his neck, on his collarbone, all over his chest until he finally seems to get restless, “please, i need more.”
“shhh, darling, let me take my time with you,” you whisper, biting down against his neck. he hisses in pain but still tilts his head so you have better access to his neck, looking up towards the ceiling as you move lower and lower, “look at me, dear,” he looks down at you, “do you want this?”
“yes, yes, please, make me yours, i want to be all yours,”
you smile, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh and his body shivers in your hold, “you already are, baby, you’ve always been mine.”
@bigkpopstan — kevin moon
content: sub!kevin, dom!reader, neck kisses, biting, basically the build up to car sex
“hey, sweetie, let me take care of you,” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his neck and playing with his hair, trying to relax him slightly, “relax, baby, i got you.”
“o-okay,” despite the limited space of the backseat of the car and the many, many times your head has bonked against the roof of the car, you had managed to both get enough out of your clothes to take care of his problem. that doesn’t mean that you’ll satisfy him right away, though, obviously not.
your hands grip his waist tightly as you make your first bite against his skin. you try to not be too harsh, yet he still whines at the pain, “shh, it’s okay, darling, i’m not gonna hurt you too much. just wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
“i-i am yours,” he mutters breathlessly.
you chuckle, “i know, but i gotta make sure they do too.”
@mellowriting — kim hongjoong
content: sub!hongjoong, dom!gn!reader, handjob, mentions of exhibitionism
“look at you, already so ruined, we’ve only just begun, joong,” you smile, but there’s a cruelness to your words, and he almost wants to glare at you for being so mean, but he decides against that.
“a-ah! oh my—” he moans, getting closer and closer. he looks so ethereal when he’s all quiet and pleasure-filled, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“what if someone walked in here, joong? say… seonghwa? or yunho? would you let one of your friends watch their strong leader so pathetically fall to pieces with a few touches?” he whimpers at your words, shaking his head ‘no’, “are you sure? i thought you like proving yourself to them, showing off just how good you are for me, but alright, i suppose i’ll keep you all for myself.”
@lovingonrepeat — nakamoto yuta
content: sub!yuta, dom!gn!reader, hair pulling, begging, title: miss (i wanna say it’s fem because of this but think of this what you will)
your fingers card through yuta’s hair, keeping him alert for any sudden motion or tug from you. he sits on edge (not in the way you think) for minutes that feel like hours. you watch your show as you play with his hair, accidentally pulling slightly sometimes but apologizing immediately.
he knows you’re teasing him, putting him through this just to mess with him, and you’ve got him: he’s desperate.
“please pull harder,” he mumbles, and even though you hear him perfectly, you still make him repeat himself, “pull harder, please, miss.”
“you know that’s not good enough, try harder,” you smirk at him.
“please! please, i want you to hurt me, show me how much i’m yours, make me scream out your name—” he’s cut off when he cries out in pain, your hand tugging hard against his scalp.
“yeah, that’s more like it.”
@foenixs — lee minhyuk
content: sub!minhyuk, dom!gn!reader, mirrors, degradation, calling him puppy but it’s not really pet play, title: master
“p-please,” he murmurs, reaching out to hold onto you for some kind of stability. his eyes intently watch the mirror, especially watching the way your hand works him and brings him to heaven.
“please what, stupid puppy? finish your sentences,” you kiss his temple, then moving to kiss his neck and shoulder as his grip on your arm tightens, “i can’t give you what you want unless you tell me what that is.”
“i-i need it,” he gulps, “i need to cum,” shutting his eyes tightly as the pressure builds, but you grip his jaw, holding tightly as your words scare and excite him.
“you’re going to watch yourself cum, got it? i want you to keep your eyes on your pretty expressions as you fall apart just for me, give up all control to your master, got it?” he nods when you finish speaking, but he’s so close he can barely register what you actually said, “then cum.”
@feelslikelove — johnny suh
content: fluff, i’m sorry i just wanted to write something sweet to finish this off and this is really cute i’m so 🥺🥺
“baby,” he mumbles tiredly, his cheek pressed against your shoulder, “don’t get up, baby, stay with me.”
you laugh at his antics, and you can faintly see his smile as he feels you mold yourself more against him. it’s like your bodies were made for each other, “i need to go, darling.”
“but here’s the thing,” he reaches his hand up to your face just to touch your nose, making you giggle even more, “you really don’t.”
“stay with me,” he sings softly, to some melody you're ninety percent sure he made up on the spot, “let’s just stay here, in bed, forever.”
“we can’t do that, johnny,” you sigh, but you can feel yourself giving in, “i have to go to work.”
he shakes his head, “says who?”
#sub!seventeen#sub!hoshi#sub!bts#sub!namjoon#sub!monsta x#sub!changkyun#sub!tbz#sub!ateez#sub!hongjoong#sub!nct#sub!yuta#sub!minhyuk
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