#i thought the “who are you really” business was just the standard reality show “we don't have criticism but we need something for the edit”
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So, growing up my family was really religious and one day I wanted to become a ventriloquist, so my parents took me to a puppet store and I bought a fuck ton of puppets. And then they decided that we should just make our own puppet team and we would travel across the country to different churches and put on these puppet shows.
- Blackberri
#dragula#blackberri#i thought the “who are you really” business was just the standard reality show “we don't have criticism but we need something for the edit”#but she went 8 episodes without mentioning her past as a TRAVELING CHRISTIAN PUPPETEER CHILD STAR#EIGHT EPISODES#that's information i needed IMMEDIATELY
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some people are mad at steven for a moral issue, tbf. regardless of your thoughts on watcher’s streaming service he did still say he has racist and homophobic friends. he still goes to a homophobic church.
I absolutely recognise that you must have been recently introduced to The Pod Clip that the twitter teens who hate him preserved to break out whenever it's a fresh moment to rally hate against him, but I would advise anyone just receiving this clip from August 2020 being passed around with the angle that Watcher tried to hide this. I and many others were there and just know that I have a zero tolerance standard for people who show no remorse or growth when they uplift racists and bigots.
Mine and other fans who were startled by the statement hoped publicly that it would be an opportunity to clear the air for Watcher because the current political climate was just finally examining anti-blackness in everyone's biases and as someone who is mixed-African growing up in an Asian household, I know that anti blackness is and has been a normalised mindset in the Asian community.
But the thing is, months before this, Steven platformed Tammy and her colleagues to discuss how all of us can work together to stop Asian hate and one of the conversations I highlighte back then was how very clear Tammy was that allyship from the Asian community to the African-American community was tantamount to moving forward. That the us vs them rhetoric has and continues to be harmful for both parties. Ryan and Steven were very involved in this discussion and agreed wholeheartedly.
Having said that, the narrative around the podcast ep never had a chance to be discussed rationally. It really ended up skewed because Steven's response to the backlash from that clip was this
I hope that's legible to you. Many people who felt uneasy about what he said felt a lot better and his intention to say something at the top of the next episode would once again, unfortunately, get derailed because Twitter users (some who are particularly loud about loving and supporting Watcher yet constantly join in on the throng of bullying as soon as the tide turns) were adamant that they needed Watcher to post the clip and Steven's apology publicly on their youtube front page and on the main socials, to literally advertise it when the reality is that not many people were watching/listening to the podcast. For what reason would it be intelligent or good business practice to broadcast this hurtful moment so that more people could get hurt by it?
Watcher's response amid the harassment was to release a full podcast episode where they all discussed what they would do going forward to show that they are allies, not just by not being racist or homophobic but by being anti-these things. They showed that they cared about their impact. It was emotional and devastating to watch and by that time, we knew the pod was likely going to wind down. 2020 was already a miserable time and it was made worse because no matter what Steven or Watcher said at the time, the "stans" on Twitter wanted the man fired, they posted memes saying the world would be better if Steven Lim didn't exist, they wanted him shamed by his staff, and for Ryan and Shane to publicly disavow him. Many of these so-called devoted fans raided the server to yell about how Steven's alleged homophobia hurts them, most of them were white and pointedly talking over people of colour telling them "it's not your apology to accept!". It was a blood bath.
And I see waaaay too many of the same faces utilizing this completely neutral move--that of COURSE could have been executed better--to terrorize Steven, to make petitions to get him fired, commenting on his wedding photo telling him that Tammy should leave him, posting those same damn disgusting memes because you see, a whole bunch of people forgot how disgusting and evil this vendetta was to the point where even watcher's socials started to FOLLOW some of these genuinely mean-spirited individuals. They didn't give a shit about a movement or activism.
What kills me--what absolutely THROWS me--is that these same people expect to be able to return to interacting with the staff, attending live shows, buying merch and sending fan mail as soon as the hate tide winds down. All these people so concerned about a statement referencing faceless hypothetical racists and homophobes that Steven never named nor attributed any context for--as he was never given the chance--are so quick to dehumanize and caricaturize real human beings to their faces and they think this is a normal and acceptable behaviour.
You'll have to excuse me, as an older fan who has seen my fair share of normalised homophobia and racism in these communities, if I disagree.
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You're waiting for a train... (8)
A Son's First Hero; A Daughter's First Love
Robert Fischer x reader
description - Y/n's conversation with Robert is filled with more reality than should be in their dream.
word count - 3k
warnings - self-harm, physical violence (fake), tears, shitty parents, Robert Fischer's trauma.
a/n - so sorry this part is so late but I wanted it to be perfect so I've been working on it lot's and now I'm really happy with it!
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I furiously wiped away the unforgiving tears. Fearing my weakness would be obvious to those around me. I had to pull myself together and set out on the task at hand. Dad said Fischer would remember me but, in your dreams…well…anything’s possible.
“Eames. I need some help.” I pulled myself up onto the table where he was busy working. He looked up at my cheeky face, already excited for whatever idea spilled out of my mouth.
“Is that so?”
“I want to show my dad that I can do this.” I spoke.
“You know you don’t have to.” His voice gave away a sympathetic lilt. But my sincerity lingering in my eyes made him abandon his qualms about my well-being. Instead, he braced himself for the details of my plan.
“We both know that he may be the one dreaming, but we control the visual.” He smirked, sensing my direction. “Yes, he saw my face. But maybe, for this moment, we could just…alter it?”
“Ah, come with me my young Picasso.” He led me to a three paned mirror he’d set up on a rickety desk which would give way at the slightest touch. He firmly pressed my shoulders down into the even flimsier desk chair. “Let me teach you the art of disguise.”
“So, he won’t recognise me at all?” I managed to whisper out. And grasped the hand heading for my face.
Eames smiled down at me and squeezed my hand in a gesture designed to evoke a feeling of security. “We’re not changing your whole face, just mushing it up.” He spoke. “It’s like when you see a face in a dream; you know it’s a face, but you can’t quite make out the features.”
“Like a silhouette.” I softly agreed. My mind flitted back to the man from my own dream. How his indiscernible features had subtly begun to meld, and I already felt their final product. His eyes were now as familiar to me as ever.
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*Eames pov*
I’d offered Y/n time to psych herself up for her next role in this so-called game. She couldn’t ever throw herself in, she required prep and time to create her character which would be placed into the subjects story. But as I walked away, I chanced a glance at her form which had simply walked into the room, no character necessary.
But I needn’t dwell on it for too long; I trusted Y/n. Speaking of which my firm walk was directed towards a certain leader who I needed a few words with.
Cobb and Ariadne stood locked in thought. Cobb fiddled with an object out of sight, but his hunched shoulders betrayed his nerves. If he had been stood to my liking, he would have been destroyed in the corner sobbing his little heart out. I approached from behind, a droll cough announcing my presence and more importantly, my desire to talk.
“May we have a moment, my darling.” I shot a smile Ariadne’s way. She responded to the over-enthused expression by retreating quickly. Cobb did not meet my gaze which had tracked on to him. He grasped his object even tighter with each new hand placement. He clearly already knew the topic and could feel my reaction.
“You have some nerve.” I spat.
“She nearly put this whole mission in je—” He defended with a surprising amount of conviction.
“No don’t give me that!” I fumed at his official attitude. Scoffing at his apparent corporate nature. “She made a mistake. We’ve all made them.” I tilted my head towards him in an unspoken statement. “But for some reason she is held to a higher standard than us all.”
His mouth opened in silent argument, but his false words would give away no sound. I went to turn, feeling my anger was misplaced due to the severity of this mission. For Cobb and Y/n. But I just couldn’t. I came back and leaned in further so I could attempt to meet him face to face.
“It’s all well and good you accusing her of being a child, but don’t you forget that she entered into our world a child.” My voice kept its hushed tones, but the severity seeped through it. “Whether it was her choice or not, you still let her do it.” My finger was shoved into his face, and he minutely flinched at this. I calmed myself, feeling relieved at releasing that before we continued on this mission. My head hung low when even I felt the sincerity of my words. I loved Y/n like she was my own sister, but I couldn’t deny how sick I felt when she was here with us. And now with this new revelation, I feared that Cobb, Arthur, and my self’s efforts at protection would not be enough.
I now leaned against the table, complimenting Cobb who had ignored his object in favour of supporting his hunched frame on the desk. I broke the tense silence between us.
“Do you know why she liked talking to Fischer and didn’t immediately run off.”
“Please enlighten me to the inner thoughts of my daughter.” Cobb huffed out in severe annoyance.
I took a beat, almost relishing in his cocky attitude.
“Because for once she wasn’t in the shadows anymore.” I stormed off away from the man in shameful realisation.
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*your pov*
I had placed myself centrally in the door frame, staring unforgivingly at the locked steel door. Breathing was tricky in my emotional state but the little gasps every so often at least confirmed the living state of my body. I’d altered my clothes to seem more faded and dishevelled. Cuts and bruises adorned my body, but I had forgone the use of the dreams mechanics to create that specific look on my skin. My nails still had specs of my blood underneath from where I’d dragged them down my smooth skin. Feeling pain on my unblemished skin in this fake reality spurred on my adrenaline. The lack of numbness would work in my favour. There was something about squeezing into my flesh until it speckled with purple and blue which tricked my mind into believing this reality. Then maybe I could believe what was about to happen.
Footsteps clacked up to my frame, and I turned to see Arthur, adorned like a true criminal. Gun cocked, mask prepped. I couldn’t help but bite my lip seeing his body constrained in that that dusky brown leather. My mind was flipped back to our first solo mission and the memory of embracing him and feeling that jacket beneath my fingertips. He had delivered a swift kiss to my hairline but had left in another second hoping it would slip my mind.
His hand reached to clasp my forearm, but he faltered. His eyes instead met the side of my head and eventually his lack of movement confused me so I turned to see what was the issue. His face spoke a thousand words yet his lips delivered none of them. He eventually decided upon a few.
“You don’t have to do this.” I understood the hidden end of his sentence. We both knew it was more than the simple task at hand.
“I know. But I do.” I assured him with a little smile. Hoping it would convey enough normalcy to calm his nerves. He once again took my arm and I slightly winced at the contact. His steely gaze landed on our point of contact and look of regret spilled over his features as his thumb lightly traced my skin. His hand landed on the look but before he could turn it another though bubbled up.
“Are you okay?” He looked up at me piercing through his gaze.
“Yes.” I firmly said with a softer edge. “Do you trust me?” I teased but there was a slant of sincerity within it.
“Forever.” He stated and he punctuated the end by ripping open the door, mask on, and dragging me inside.
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“Thought we’d bring you a little treat.” Arthur grunted out through his fake voice. I stumbled alongside upping the part of the damsel. The act was tied up through a calculated throw to the ground and a well-timed yelp from me. As soon as my body crashed with the floor, Robert scrambled towards me and lifted me up. We found ourselves in a position we’d been in many times before. As he took my hands to gently place me in a more comfortable position, I finally let my eyes flit up to his. But once our gazes locked a flicker of familiarity danced across his features.
My heart dropped.
The flicker burned out.
“Miss, are you okay?” He looked over my body. Took in my tattered clothes, my physical anxiety. As he landed on my various cuts and bruises, his expression darkened. It confused me to see him as he brushed his fingers over my injuries. As if willing them away with a darkened anger bubbling up. His conclusion of who I was settled on his soul.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I stuttered out. “Well, as fine as I can be.” Laying it on thick. I added a few extra shakes to the mix but he mistook this for me being cold. He quickly ripped off his jacket and softly wrapped me in it. The gesture floored me where I forgot my character as I sunk into the fabric and let my head fall to my shoulder to breathe in the unique scent.
“Why have they taken you?” Okay good, he has already assumed I’m a fellow victim.
“They’ve had me for months.” I whispered out as if trying to evade my captors wrath. “I was taken because of my father’s debt.” His face fell at the mention of my father, sensing a shared trauma between the two.
“Turns out I’m not even worth ransom.” I spluttered out a laugh amongst my crocodile tears. Seeing this he brought up his hand to wipe them away, not bearing to see me in pain.
“They could’ve killed me. They probably should’ve.” I said. “I guess they just like something pretty to look at.” My head hung. “That’s all I am; to my colleagues, to men,” My breath caught in my throat. “and to my father.” The lump in my throat dropped and I managed to muster up a sympathetic sob. Upon hearing this he carefully gathered me in his arms. Instead of waiting for permission or fearing consequences; he sensed what I needed and had relished in giving me it. I let off a few minutes to fulfil my tears and let them drip onto his shirt. But as I lay in his arms I could no longer differentiate anymore and struggled to decide whether I was lying or not.
I pulled away when I felt dried out. I giggled at the wet patch that had formed on his chest.
“I am very sorry.” I continued laughing, pointing at his shirt. He laughed once he looked down and noticed. “I dread to think how much it cost.”
“It was sacrificed for a worthy cause.” He cupped my cheek and felt the dried up tear tracks.
“It’s nice to talk to someone for once.” I spoke.
“Really?” His face fell upon hearing this.
“Yeah, even before this I didn’t really have anyone.” I shook my head to wipe away his sympathy. “I worked for my dad, but I never really felt taken seriously. Like I was a part of it. Rather just a moveable doll to be used for whatever.” I giggled out at the almost lie I had forced myself to tell.
Robert chanced a look when I had let my eyes fall to the floor. His brow furrowed at the strain of taking in my various features which were so blurry. But it was something about my voice that struck a deeply hidden part of his mind. My dulcet tones had seemed to pierce our intricate layers.
“I feel like I know you.” My heart struck cold. And the most base bodily movement ceased. “You’ve been in my mind a lot recently.” I turned to face him. My lip trembled at the possible subtext of the words he was speaking. We seemed to be locked together for an eternity, neither feeling comfortable in pulling away.
“Anyways,” I brushed off his previous thoughts by trapping him with my dozy smile. Each time I smiled he became transfixed, and it was addicting. “Apparently you’re an old hand at the father stuff.”
He nodded his head through a teeth gritting smile.
“They talk a lot when they think I’m asleep.” I feebly gestured to the locked steel door. And I turned back to see the life had left his bones once he’d considered what I’d said.
“Well, his ability at business could not be faulted. Absolute inspiration and a hard-working and powerful individual. But in the father department, there was a lot to be desired.” He shifted his position so we were now turned to face one another, with our knees gently kissing.
“Growing up, seeing my dad like that was transcendent.” He laughed thinking back fondly. “He was a god.” His head fell. “but I didn’t want a god. I wanted my daddy.” His voice took on the note of child as if that desire had halted the ageing of his heart.
My fingers creeped toward him, betraying any logical strategy in my head, and I linked them together in a silent show of comfort. His eyes crinkled when our hands met and he spoke his thanks through a gentle squeeze.
“You know.” The words fell past my lips before I could stop. “Sometimes, I think my dad is afraid of how much I love him.” I waited until he looked at my face before continuing. “But I don’t know how to do anything else, because it’s all I’ve done for the past 5 years.” I smiled through the pain at how foolish I could be.
“If he truly doesn’t want me in my life.” I searched around the room to find the end of my comment. “Then I don’t know how to live like that.” I gasped out through an unconvincing laugh.
“My love is wasted on him,” Robert hooked on and decided to alleviate me by sharing some of his own. “It only serves to hurt me more.”
“I get that.” I offered him another smile and I was greeted with the sweetest relief of his own cheerful face, even if it is only for a moment. “But love is meant to hurt. It is only the deepest wounds which have the most lasting pain.” I spoke inwardly, forgetting the conversation I was supposed to be having.
“I don’t think I’m capable of love.” He shocked me back to him with this statement. My brow furrowed at the lifeless face he beheld. He met my concerned face. “Well, those are the traits you learn. You watch from a young age, your parents and their displays. I don’t think my parents ever gave me that.” I shuffled closer so our sides met. I hoped the proximity gave him comfort. I knew my next move but I doubted everything about it. Finally conceding I lifted my hand to grasp his chin, and tilted his face towards my own. And I met it with my other hand.
“I see your capability.” I began with a whispered tone. “I see it in your eyes.” My sincerity seeped even further through my disguise. “That longing desire to be loved that only comes when one has a great amount of love to offer.” Our lips were inches away and with a slight lean we would be locked in a kiss. My neck strained to go further but I had to stop. I was being risky enough as is it is.
“Maybe we both need to realise the burden of our love for our family.” Robert softly stated and as soon as those words hit my ear, the world stopped. We’d both felt it too. The tiny sparks dancing between each point where our bodies met.
The door was ripped open and Arthur stormed in. He grabbed my arms and began to drag me away. Robert firmly protested. Trying to run after despite the threat of being shot. He pleaded with them for my safety and as I was forcibly thrown out, I noticed something in his eyes. Something I’d seen before but never this intensely.
“just do what they say.” I spluttered out before I was safely behind the door with Arthur.
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Once Arthur had removed his mask, we both stood as I caught my breath from the stressful exit. He placed his hand on my shoulder in a bid to calm me down.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Yeah. Perfect.” I gasped out.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Not hurt, or he didn’t –” His eyes ran over me during his uncertain questioning.
“No. Course not. All fine.” I half-way grinned up at him. We stood in silence, as Eames walked past all ready for his role as Browning. He opened the door and went in.
“I heard you in there.” He said through a small laugh.
“Oh really?” I tried to tease but my heart wasn’t fully in it.
“Yeah. It was a bit flowery, no? Bit poetic.” He laughed out. I joined in the humour but my eyes remained stoic.
“Yeah, I guess.” I became uncertain in my skin and my erratic hand movements betrayed this. “I don’t know he liked it.” I tried to show Arthur the humour behind my words and he seemed to buy it’s surface. After the laughter died out we walked back to the group. Despite the insincerity of our discussion, it felt like I had Arthur back. I liked it.
Once we reached the group, Dad immediately ran to meet us.
“Sweetheart, well done. Thank you for that—” He reached out for my arms but I never broke my stride and simply brushed past him. Arthur followed my lead.
Cobb was left standing aimless, before grasping his rejected hand into a tight fist.
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a/n - What do you guys think of the chapter? Is Arthur redeeming himself? What about Eames defending poor y/n? Are we liking Robert and y/n's interactions?
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midas you are KILLING me /pos
oh my god he doesn’t dare to go near anything that has even the slightest trace of you, much less the real you. the idea of tainting you with his presence makes him feel sick.
but oh, how he longs for your divine light to shine on him like it used to. sometimes his self-imposed exile is almost too much to bear, and it takes everything in him not to prostrate himself before you and let every single thought and apology spill from his lips. then he remembers the fear in your eyes, the expression that haunts his every waking moment and seeps into his dreams. to have to see that expression again, all because he put aside your comfort for his own selfish reasons, would completely shatter whatever remained of his heart.
nobody sees much of the cavalry captain anymore. he spends most of the day locked up in his office, even when you leave mondstadt to visit other nations. he’s noticeably absent from taverns, and even his patrols are far away from other people. it definitely has more than a few people worried, the way kaeya’s isolating and neglecting himself, but how do you comfort someone who murdered a god?
(oh my god. klee wanting to cheer kaeya up, and being around the creator always cheers her up, so she decides to surprise him with a visit from you! surely that’ll make big brother kaeya feel better! ueueue (<- soung of crying))
also. kaeya in high heels. yeag. he’s a bad bitch he deserves to slay - teddy anon
teddy. teddy my fucking heart. TEDDY.
he’s always had this mentality of him being “lesser” than those around him, even if he covers it up with theatrics and flair. now, it’s only worse, and he cant decide if the fact that he still has his blessings is a sign of favor or simply you not being bothered, or not wanting to interact with him again.
on his patrols, he doesn’t wield the sword you gave him, instead preferring to strap on one of the standard-issue swords for the knights. he’s so used to yours, to not having to worry about such things when his weapon was tucked in the space between realities, that the first few times he gets hurt. he’s not used to the new weight or how much heavier on his feet he is, disoriented at how long it takes to finish off enemies. when they fall, he’s still expecting to be switched out, to be healed. the knights had taken him off of field missions after he was blessed with your light to properly allow him rest, but now… he’s not used to fighting without you. he has to think about strategy, about dodging, he can’t be reckless and know you’ll cover him because you’re not there.
and klee….
klee who was kept out of the hunt, naturally, who wasn’t told of kaeya’s crimes other than a “he made a mistake” from albedo.
she’s made mistakes before! and she’s starting to miss him, it’s been so long since she’s seen him… she knows just what to do!
with a bit of convincing, albedo agrees to get kaeya to a lunch at good hunter later in the week. he’s worried for him too, and an hour or two of lost work can’t really set him behind all that much, considering his prior habits.
with that set, klee goes off to find you. with a bit of help from amber, she finds you talking with diluc outside of the angel’s share, ciders in hand.
you greet her with a smile and correct her hat, and klee doesn’t think twice before asking you,
“do you wanna go to lunch later with me and kaeya?”
diluc freezes, glass half-way to his lips. you don’t see it, but amber’s smile falters.
they know klee is likely trying to do good, unaware of what kaeya had done, but they do know.
you smile. “i’d love to! where are we going?”
amber and diluc share a glance.
“your grace…”
“kaeya has been rather busy as of late, not even showing up to the tavern.” it was only half a lie. kaeya wasn’t busy at all—in fact, he heard the knights talk about how he’d taken on their work in an effort to keep busy and be useful. “i’m sure he appreciates your efforts, klee, but-“
“i haven’t seen him all week! brother albedo is always saying about how you need to take breaks, right? and he hasn’t! and he’s been in a bad mood, not even talking to klee!” diluc’s face sours. “besides! talking to you-“ she turns to you with a grin “-always makes me feel better!”
“it sounds like a good idea to me,” you say. “and i’ve been wanting to see him for a while now. i know the knights are busy-“ they’re not. “-but still, klee is right. breaks need to be taken.”
klee beams, and diluc hopes you grant his brother some grace.
#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [secrets]#teddy anon#once more i thank you for pretty colors!#i know they’re prolly annoying to do but boy do i enjoy looking at them#here’s me praying this is referring to the tags on your last ask#i said. way too much there i should have included it in the actual post#but. wtv ig
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Maybe the reason you hate TW so much is because it's about Jenneel and it shows.
It represents the love they feel for each other and for themselves!
It's like, when you buy something you really wanted, and then give it to yourself on christmas.
Is just a harmless gift, it doesn't really matter if it doesn't became the greatest hit on the cw.
The fact that they got to make TW is already a win for Jenneel!
We are the ones who are going to be the losers, because if it doesn't get enough attention, then we are not getting anymore spn content, ever.
Is not about you, is about them, is their creation and if you don't like it, you can walk away any time. Door is open.
That's exactly the kind of low grade, badly thought crap someone like Danneel would spew because her relationship has always had zero credibility in the eyes of the GA and the only way of getting some attention was carefully choosing a prequel that focused on a couple so she could self insert. Looks like gullible people like you fell for that. 🤣
You must truly know nothing about storytelling or tv shows becausecurently TW isn't about anything, it is so badly written it's all over the place and while it's catchphrase is "an epic lovestory" or something similar, it fails to deliver on all levels. The Actors have no chemistry, the writing is weak and the only reason people are even remotely invested in the show is because they want Dean back on their screens and some want Cas/Dean and even go to crazy lengths to parallel the show with their scenes. Kinda like you are trying to parallel Jensen's lackluster, business arrangement of a marriage with the crappy plot within TW. 🤣
Your level of investment in the Ackles is so creepy I truly wonder if maybe you are either part of their staff or possibly a stalker or even possibly Danneel as she clearly reads the blogs.
As for TW, do you really think any investor is going to invest in Supernatural after seeing it? Then you are truly out of touch. You all can pretend it's good all you want and be as delusional as you want, at the end of the day, the professionals within the industry will evaluate it based on factors far different from yours and it will not live up to their standards on any level. If Jensen wanted a Sam and Dean remake he should have focused on that instead of diluting the SPN brand with this trashy prequel. The sooner it ends the sooner people can forget about it and that's when Jared and Jensen can then start discussions about a potential SPN revival.
Also, it's truly delusional to make everything about the Ackles when in reality any series gets created to make money. Show business is, in fact, a business. TW is a money grab, the difference between it and other series is that other people invested quality in their product and then sold it, they served their public whereas Jenneel were only looking to rip off the SPN fans and this shows in every aspect of their "show".
Also, it is not their creation, they have vanity titles, the others involved in the show created everything about it. You do know what a vanity title is, don't you? If not go listen to jensen's interrogation, he explains it fully in his own words there.
You really need to stop creepily assuming things about people just because you are overobsessed with Jensen and Danneel. I would suggest you grab a piece of paper and for every quality you perceive in them ask yourself what the downside of it is and also where in your life have you yourself displayed those qualities. That will rebalance your perceptions because currently you are stuck on manic perceptions about them.
Instead of writing anon messages to a person who does not fit your target audience as I am not a Jenneel fan and never will be, please go back to your brainwashed cult and let the adults discuss in peace.
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the cultural phenomenon of barbenheimer has taken over my mind
i did barbenheimer with a friend yesterday and it really got me thinking.
first off - it was so weird having my local theatre be so busy. it's usually the theatre you can bet on being able to sneak anything into, and while we still definitely did sneak in a buttload of snacks, they had people actively waiting in the wings as ticket checkers. so it kinda sucked that we couldn't just do the whole thing for free. but that's a bit beside the point. the theatre was the busiest ive seen it in nearly 10 years. and i'm not gonna lie, seeing a "cultural event" happen in front of me was more jarring for that reason. and as the day went on, that image in my head stuck with me. the image that all these people showed up to watch barbie and oppenheimer.
we saw oppenheimer first, in a nearly empty theatre. we sorta did this by design - we started at 10am and picked oppenheimer first because less people would choose to be that insane. i was high and trying to get myself into an impartial mindset (even though i didn't think i would end up liking it). and i think all i should really say about oppenheimer is that it's 3 nearly endless hours that doesnt give anyone any time to breathe and ends up saying a bunch of confusing, disappointing, and outright false things. seriously, the amount of times the movie brushes off the fucking truth of the situation is absolutely disgusting. obligatory linking of shaun's video on hiroshima and nagasaki. i think everyone in the movie should be forced to answer why theyre proud of making 3 hour bland ass shit boring nuclear bomb apologia. this isn't even getting into how the famous oppenheimer quote is introduced by a manic pixie dream girl (who in reality was a stanford graduate and psychiatrist, neither of which i believe are ever touched on or expanded in the film) who hops off his dick mid-fuck, walks over to a bookshelf, picks the bhagavad gita off the shelf, opens it to the exact page and verse of the famous quote, asks him to read, and slides back on his dick between "now i am become death" and "destroyer of worlds." this movie released to critical acclaim. some are calling it a masterpiece.
after some burritos for lunch, my friend and i went to barbie. this was a packed theatre and mostly everyone was wearing pink. the red in my hair has faded to a pink, so i felt like i was part of something. kinda. anyway. some little kids were loud in the front but it wasnt much of an issue. i kept thinking of them whenever the movie would say something about the struggle to find identity in a world that hates you no matter what you do. did those little children listen to margot robbie say that she doesnt have a vagina? did they parse that? it was a great movie, if a bit scattershot. it shouldve been longer, if only to fully flesh out a couple ideas and help the movie feel a little less cramped. but they would never make a 2.5 (let alone 3) hour barbie movie that talks about not just what it means to be a woman, but what it means to be human in a world that is so often contradictory hostile and praising of you. what happens when the Other we defined ourselves by isn't static? do we become different as well in relation to them? do we stay the same? do we do both? what are women supposed to do in the world when everything they do is wrong but they're never allowed to stop doing anything? how do men develop their own identity when they are so often raised into mindsets where their individuality is replaced by similarly contradictory standards and a definition that only exists in relation to women? what did ken mean when he said he had "all the genitals?" barbie is far from perfect, but it manages to ask more honest and thought provoking questions (and offers its own interesting answers) about the nature of reality than oppenheimer does.
i'm struck by the dichotomy on display here. barbie may be the more financially successful of the two films, but it is not treated the same critically. for all barbie says, it seems to get overlooked for its (still impressive) design and acting. its metacommentary is mentioned but never discussed. its "witty meta humor" is listed as a huge selling point. oppenheimer, in contrast, is a vain and shallow film that says nothing and looks somewhat cool doing it. i wonder if there are any parallels here.
i worry for what this means for movies. a nearly empty theatre for a self-important movie that lists itself as its reason for existing is treated as if it says anything at all, and a packed theatre for a movie with a script similarly packed with commentary on our very state of being gets boiled down to "cute sets and witty banter." what did the audience members take from their barbenheimer experience? my area is not very progressive, and in my experience not very invested in growth of any kind. when america ferrera delivers one of the many theses of barbie in a tear-inducing frustrated monologue on how she's never seen as good enough no matter what she does, did the audience members feel seen? did they feel understood? or did they want her to stop talking so they could go back to looking at the cool barbie dream houses? when oppenheimer breezes through the discussion of which innocent cities to burn in an unholy fire with all the tact and deliberation a group of friends has when deciding where to have lunch, did the audience feel slighted? disgusted? or did they just want to see einstein on screen again like he's an iron man cameo?
i dont know where we go from here. it feels like a tipping point for what we want from movies, and i'm not sure audiences learned anything from the past 10 to 15 years of set-ups, tie-ins, and spin-offs. i want to believe something will come of the fact that so many people are seeing barbie. maybe, hopefully, something in it sticks with people and inspires some sort of change. just the smallest amount of evolution. right now i too feel like barbie when she sits in a park and looks around at everything the human experience has to offer, and starts crying from both joy and sorrow. a woman who is so often seen as disposable and empty understands the human condition in a way she cant express, and is overwhelmed by the crushing beauty and fragility it all rests upon. she is a human before she knows she is. she doesnt know who she is, but she knows she still Is. existence is confusing and no one knows what to do about it, and the least we could do is support each other as we figure out who we've always been. i hope this is what sticks with people instead of some half-audible dialogue about how hiroshima and nagasaki were justified. time will tell, though.
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Hi could I request for another BoB ship? Whenever you aren’t too busy ofc! I asked for one not too long ago and I loved it so much I just couldn’t help but ask again. If you can’t that’s fine also 💖
I’m a female (she/her) , i have big heart, i’m funny, I like to relax, but i also can be energetic. I love to chill and listen to music. I can have a bit of a short temper at times (I just think it’s because I don’t put up with peoples bs LMAO), I can also be very stubborn, i’m very loyal, like VERY loyal and I will always stick up for the people i love, (which I think that can also lead me to being hurt or misused by friends) I can be a little emotional at times, maybe a little dirty minded too lol, i love to cook, i’m a dog lover (really just an animal lover at that), and i’m competitive and passionate. I’m a very driven person and if it’s something I want to do i’ll make SURE it gets done. I Make up my own rules and I don’t give into unfair ideas that are put up around me. I lead with my heart and my emotions and if that gets me into trouble then so be it. i also LOVE scary movies, true crime, all that stuff, i’m also a SUCKER for reality tv 😭 (tlc does have some good drama though) I would say im charming and it’s more of my words and my smile that gets guys. I’m a bit of a germaphobe and maybe little ocd. Imma southern gal who’s very short, (5.0) I have brown eyes, wavy light chocolate brown hair, big lips, only like a couple light freckles on my nose ( you can see them better in the summer) , button nose, and an olive skintone that has paled over time, I would say I have more of a petite/hourglass figure but I think my chest is what catches people’s eyes (Im a size DD LOL) I have high standards, I can be very sympathetic, and I also can usually tell when people are in pain or when their vibe is off in general. I usually just joke or “laugh it off” when i’m coping with something that bothers me, or if it’s something that really hurt me I usually just shut down and become cold. i’m an INTP, My hogwarts house is Hufflepuff ( even though I honestly thought I was a slytherin for so long 😭) My love language is physical touch for giving and acts of service as receiving (it’s really just the little things and showing that you care about what I’m saying for me). I grew up with brothers so i love watching sports and playing them ( We grew up in a very competitive household lol) i’m very very family oriented. I’m a sagittarius, I like to play the piano, and read and write in my free time. and In the summers I love to fish and swim at my boathouse. And springtime is my favorite season.
Thank you sm in advance! <33
Hey of course!!! I’m so glad you enjoyed your first one, thank you for this request!! <3<3
love the amount of info you’ve given, thank you!!
I ship you with… Don Malarkey!
Everything about this match feels PERFECT.
first of all you sound STUNNING, so I feel like Don is gonna notice this first- and not to be objectifying but he’s gonna see ur BOOBS- oh my god he doesn’t stare but you definitely catch him taking a look.
Even though you haven’t got many freckles Don notices these when nobody else does. I feel like once you’re in a close relationship he’ll sit and count them for as long as possible.
Apart from how attractive Don finds you (he’s gobsmacked, pls Luz pinch me back into reality) like you said it’s your charm and smile that he really, really falls hard for. I think the energy you gives off sounds super exciting and passionate. Malarkey deffo finds this enticing.
I feel like in the early stages Don would try to sit next to you/ near you if you were all at the pub together. Whenever he’d make a joke you’d be the first person he’d turn to, ensuring you found it funny.
Malarkey finds you hilarious, you don’t have to worry about making a joke and nobody hearing because Don always has his full attention on you.
catches your eye just to smile at you. This is when your feelings really, really start to grow. I feel like when he figures how an amazing of a person you are he really goes above and beyond to impress you.
Don doesn’t know how high your standards are, but he’d deffo meet them unintentionally ?? As in he’d just go out of his way to do any little thing for you just because he can! Oh my god this man is so sweet.
You know that scene where he goes to pick up his laundry and he’s so polite and tries not to swear??? Well at first he would 100000% not swear in front of you- until he realises you’ve got a dirty mind and he’s SHOCKED.
He doesn’t know whether to laugh or stare, jaw dropped in surprise! Either way, he’s a little turned on??? As open as you are with him, and as many jokes as he’ll crack I feel like he’ll forever try to be respectful and not swear in front of you?!
listen as I researched Malarkey he was known for his ‘sense of humour and bad cooking’ SO PLEASE COOK FOR THE POOR GUY. He tries his best, and probably won’t ever stop trying to cook for you- but at the end of the day you enjoy it and produce edible food (unlike him). He’d watch you, sitting on the counter in a childlike manner whilst he attempts to watch and mimic you making the most delicious dish ever.
When he gets more comfortable he LOVES kissing you and he loves knowing you love it too. Makes him blush, literally- at first I think he’d be a little shy and stammer, the first kiss I think would take a while? Maybe you’d have to initiate it because he’s so sweet and respectful omfg nononooo- he’d ALWAYS offer you out his arm to walk with as he loves feeling your smaller hands wrapped around his biceps.
Would smirk whenever you’re in awe of how attractive he is. Pls big him up, he needs it.
let’s say he see’s you getting emotional over something for the first time, I think he’d be in shock? Maybe if you’re watching a movie together or during the war you get a little sad, he’s such an empath, like you, so he probably gets all sad and cuddly too.
Hates nothing more than seeing you upset-
well hates nothing more than seeing you upset over the hands of somebody else 😡.
I have a scenario in my head of Cobb mouthing off at somebody, and you jump to their defence. As soon as you speak Malarkey is wide eyed and ready to fight before Cobb even says anything back. When he does of course fire back with something pure rude Don gets SO ANGRY.
I don’t think he’s the type to get physical, but he definitely starts swearing and gets so defensive- and you’ll rarely see him like this because he’s NEVER EVER angry at you.
He’s intimidating when he gets like that? But it’s all in good intentions because he could never aim it towards you- he’s a sensitive guy so he’s pretty in tune with his emotions. Usually would just get a bit quiet and wonder off to have some space if you two bicker.
I think you’d both be similar in the fact of going a little cold if somethings upset either of you- but after a cuddle I feel like all would be fixed within an hour tops.
Don pouts and sulks so it’s kinda hard to not feel sorry for the guy.
I think the both of you would have such an amazing laugh together, your sense of humour would be perfect and you could easily make jokes about each other without becoming offended. Whether you’re relaxing together at home or out on a date at the bar, the banter between the two of you never stops.
in the midst of the war, let’s say when Malarkey had lost all of his close friends, he really started to worry about losing you. You could tell he’d changed within himself and his grief and the pressure of war was definitely getting to him.
I think you’d be perfect at giving him the reassurance he needs, he definitely would enjoy physical touch, and you’d both be very in tune with each others emotions. Maybe give him a massage or just kiss his cheek every now and then when you’re cuddling- your kind words and actions are huge for Don to push through a dark period.
He’d probably mutter one night how much he loves you and wants to marry you. Sounds very cliche but he means it, and would 1000% follow through. In the mean time, he would find a beautiful ring from somewhere in Austria and Germany- would probably get the other men involved in proposing to you/ wants to marry you in the middle of Europe.
spontaneous kinda guy I think?
When you go home and he meets your family he’s in awe about how competitive you are- and you always win. Well in his eyes anyway- Don and his sense of humour makes him super likeable for parents and siblings, especially if your brothers are over protective? He gives off such charming and sweet energy like yourself and everybody would instantly take a liking to him.
deffo good in bed ;)
Like he just screams BDE and he would deffo know what he’s doing to make you enjoy it. Would want you to enjoy it over anything else. It’s super important to him that your needs are met and respected.
If you two had kids he’d probably make fun of them (ofc not in a nasty way) but he’d give them Mohawks or comb overs and laugh at the stupid hairstyles.
he’s so in love with you seriously, you’re both fire signs so your initial attraction is easily developed into a successful long lasting one. Don feels the same immense love for you 1 year in as he does 10 years in- if not even more.
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what confuses me is why is tae, a very private person decided to date jennie, a girl who is sloppy hfjdhdh she’s always getting caught TAE CMON i thought he values his privacy and safety but ig not so much :/
Blackpink do not have it as bad as other female idols do, and partly it's because they've achieved fame and wealth so early in their careers, and it shows in the way they go about life, too. Jennie is not sloppy imo, she's just a regular celebrity who's never had to uphold an image of wholesomeness or purity or perfection for her fandom the way BTS do. So she's always allowed herself to just be, live the regular life of a 20yearold pretty girl with money and a cool job. I think that's what Taehyung wants for himself, too.
BTS are safe because hybe has that deal with dispatch, who were the ones that outed Jennie's previous relationships. If they weren't protected by business deals, BTS would've probably been "caught" and been seen as "sloppy" years ago.
I would've never thought of describing Taehyung as "private" LOL, not in the way you mean it. I actually believe all of BTS are really private, but in their different ways. And in all of those different standards to privacy, Taehyung is actually showy about his possessions, and about his celebrity friends. I said lots of months ago that Taehyung is probably the member with the least to hide. He comes across as someone who has no reason to hide anything.
I mean, I guess it depends on what you consider privacy? If we say being private is being private about your house, then Taehyung is definitely not it because he has no problem showing his place, while other BTS members like yoongi or Jimin or Jin have never showed their apartments.
In the case of the photos, if he'd never posted photos from his apartment, nobody would've known that was his place.
Just this year he filmed a whole reality tv show with his friends, he wanted the whole world to watch him and his friends being buddies; you don't think he would want to show the woman he's in love with? A guy who's talked so many times about wanting a wife, a family, and to be a good dad, someone who clearly values romantic companionship, I think he would be proud of that.
The privacy talk is a bit like going around in circles to me, and frankly there are worse things to worry about. There's also nothing compromising about those photos, it's just two mirror selfies the way any pair of friends would take and post. If they were naked or if it was an intimate scene I guess then in that case the privacy talk would be very much needed and it would be something to fight back against. Yesterday or so, people were posting photos of Jimin from his friend's Instagram, and everyone was sharing it and asking where did you get it, when was this. Nobody was screaming about privacy. I don't think either his privacy was invaded, people shouldn't have bothered his friend but the photo was public. On the other hand, leaking government papers with his social security number and address detailed, now that's a breach of privacy. Funny how Taehyung stans and taekookers were rolling on the floor laughing at that, but seeing Taehyung smiling next to a woman should be punished by law.
Speaking of friends, my question is.. would there be so much talk of privacy if it was a leaked photo of Taehyung with Bogum or Wooshik or any BTS member? Or would army and everyone be sharing it and going all aw cute uwu or whatever is it they say?
Not to mention that those photos were posted somewhere before someone else for them. Everyone knows you don't post secrets on internet. They've both been idols for 8+ years, they know what should go online and what shouldn't. If any of them posted that somewhere, I don't think they believe it to be sensitive content.
I don't even think jikooks photos in the restaurant on March is a breach of privacy. Funny enough, I've seen jikookers not wanting to share that photo but sharing the ones of them in London 2019 🤣 when both of them were taken without their consent. But in the imagination, the March photo has taken a different meaning because it was white day. They believe there's something more private and secret of that one in because it was white day lmfao. Both photos were taken in a restaurant, in public, in both photos there are other people with them. They're so similar. But the context shippers have created around the photos make all the difference and why that one from March is "ooh so private".
It's very similar to what's happening with the taennie photos. There's a universally acknowledged context behind a photo of a man and a woman standing very close to each other, seemingly alone in an apartment. But if it was some other dude nobody would've even thought about Taehyung's privacy.
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Hi lovely! I was wondering If I could get another BoB ship from you whenever you aren’t busy? 💗I just love how descriptive your ships are and i couldn’t help but ask again! (i Also made quite a bit changes from my first one description LOL)
I’m a female (she/her) , i have big heart, i’m funny, I like to relax, but i also can be energetic. I love to chill and listen to music. I can have a bit of a short temper at times (I just think it’s because I don’t put up with peoples bs LMAO)
, I can also be very stubborn, i’m very loyal, like VERY loyal and I will always stick up for the people i love and go above and beyond to make the people around me happy. which I think that can also lead me to being hurt or misused by friends) I can be a little emotional at times, maybe a little dirty minded too lol,
i love to cook, i’m a dog lover (really just an animal lover at that), and i’m competitive and passionate. I’m a very driven person and if it’s something I want to do i’ll make SURE it gets done. I Make up my own rules and I don’t give into unfair ideas that are put up around me. I lead with my heart and my emotions and if that gets me into trouble then so be it.
i also LOVE scary movies, true crime, all that stuff, i’m also a SUCKER for reality tv 😭 (tlc does have some good drama though) I would say im charming and it’s more of my talking and my smile that gets guys. I’m a bit of a germaphobe and maybe little ocd.
Imma southern gal who’s very short, (5.0) I think I have more of an innocent look (despite my wild attitude LMAO) I have big brown eyes, wavy light chocolate brown hair, big lips, only like a couple light freckles on my nose ( you can see them better in the summer) , button nose, and an olive skintone that has paled over time, I would say I have more of a petite/hourglass figure but I think my chest is what catches people’s eyes (Im a size DD LOL)
I have high standards, I can be very sympathetic, and I also can usually tell when people are in pain or when their vibe is off in general. I usually just joke or “laugh it off” and I can be very deadpan when something bothers me, or if it’s something that really hurt me I usually just shut down and become cold or distant. i’m an INTP, My hogwarts house is Hufflepuff ( even though I honestly thought I was a slytherin for so long 😭)
My love language is physical touch for giving and acts of service as receiving (it’s really just the little things and showing that you care about what I’m saying or just being thoughtful). I grew up with brothers so i love watching sports and playing them (We grew up in a very competitive household lol) i’m very very family oriented, I’m a sagittarius, I like to play the piano, and read and write in my free time. and In the summers I love to fish and swim at my boathouse. And springtime is my favorite season!
Make sure to take care of yourself and and stay hydrated, even rest if you need too! ❣️ Thank you in advance :)
Hi Love!! Thanks for submitting again!
I ship you with:
George Luz from Band of Brothers!
ship theme song: Rum and Coca Cola by the Andrews Sisters
oof baby this man would bend over backwards to make you smile!
the first thing that stood out to him
besides your bustline
was your instant charm and friendliness
George, like yourself, grew up with lots of siblings
so he was constantly having to stand out to be heard
and i think he recognizes that scrappiness in you too :)
watching any kind of movie with you both is such a blast
you both provide your own commentary
and it is truly hilarious
especially during any kind of horror movie
"its just.. so bad it's good!" George will giggle
you've even gotten George to watch some reality tv with you recently
he thinks it's so damn funny
you both playfully joke about all the dumb characters in the shows
some days you both love going out and being around your people
you definitely make the cutest party couple!
but sometimes you both just really like to sit and chill together and listen to some good music
ngl your taste in music has definitely influenced his
he loves bragging about you to the boys
he'll show them pictures of you with your dog
or standing over a fantastic meal that you just made
you both enjoy making the people you love happy
unfortunately, not everyone deserves your time and energy
and you both learn that in your own different ways
but when you're sad or frustrated
a hug from George seems to lighten your mood right up!
and he's really good at hugging so please ask for more hugs
you and George can be childishly competitive together
like over how many friends you've pranked that week
or how many marshmallows you can fit in you mouth at one time
George is a big physical touch guy
you want hugs?
he gives the best hugs :)
when you play the piano, he can't help but sing along
he loves how family-oriented you are
and he can't wait to start his own family with you one day <3
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Thinking about the imes I've been shamed by others for doing what I wanted to do at the time.
This one is a vent rather than an introspective monolog.
One time I wanted to do a silly little dance to make the new classmates laugh, since they seemed to be doing the same. They saw me do it and the defacto leader asked me to never do that again. I didn't, but not because he asked, but rather because there was no point in following up the act with the given audience.
There was another time where someone with an unusual amount of information on me tried to gesture at some notions that they deemed as moral failures that I would engage on in private with frequency in the hopes that I would conform to the standard they hoped of me to achieve. That may work for me, but given the information being hinted at, there was a level of intrusion that I was not comfortable with rather than a shared understanding of the concept masquerading as discussion. I stopped for a bit because it made me uncomfortable that they were that intrusive, then I got over it and realized that the path they took to be this holier than thou personality with nothing else on their hands than to cyberstalk me in order to justify their actions was an unstable foundation for any argument. You wouldn't want to do anything in private that you wouldn't do in public, or, "...if you need to do it in hiding you shouldn't do it at all." Ended up bein the most hypocritical statement amongst a sea of hypocrisy emanating from the mind of a man with an inferiority complex twice his stature.
Another time, a relative of mine was entrusted with an ounce of power after diligently working towards that end, as soon as they got it, they proceeded to shame me into not smoking (weed in particular) in front of the whole restaurant, which was conveniently populated at the time with people who could gain from having the ability to hold that over my head at a later time. I made a case for myself then but really I had to be okay with being seen as the black sheep from that point moving forward, because in a small town, anyone's business is a better topic of conversation other than your own.
In case you're wondering, I smoke still, not a lot, but it was never a lot. It just so happens that any amount was unacceptable in the eyes of some people. Whether they have good or bad intentions, the position comes from a place of a moral grandstanding, and while I encourage folk to do edibles over smoking any day, we shouldn't hate our neighbors just because their prerogative differs from our own, and that's not something you can force, let alone shame others into doing.
That one is a deeper wound because I know for a fact it's been talked behind my back by people outside of the table, but at the very least it shows me who is my friend because of me, and not because of what they could get out of me. So thank you! c:
One more to close out the series.
Once upon another life, there was an elaborate test put together by someone who needed to know how to feel about what they had done to me behind closed doors, so through unknown machinations, their first-removed cousin came with the intention of being a honey pot trap. They were overly nice to me, inviting me to be closer to their inner circle, and I felt as though a ray of sunshine hit me in an otherwise deolate moment of my life. The reality turned out to be much grimmer, as they only wanted me close to be able to mock me for failing the secret test they constructed, they set the parameters and conditions, and played against my over easy disposition towards kindness. It definitely was suspicious, and they always thought they were the "best" at what they did. It is a sad end to that tale, as I tried to forgive them over and over, but it was their cynicism that really glared through it all. I was disposable from the beginning, like the one before me, there's always a reason to seek an out, and the out can be easily created to save face. I think that if you want an out you should come out and say it, but I think theatrics are just easier for emotionally immature folk who need to have a jester to mock from afar to feel better about their situation in life.
Well, it's okay, I want to be okay with all of these things, and at the end of the day I am, it would just be better if these things weren't so, but if they weren't, I'd be writing about another set of items in this vent, wouldn't I?
Try to be kinder to those around you, because not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve, but we all bleed the same. So if I cut you, I apologize.
Can you apologize to those you've cut with your sharpness? A misguided blade, however sharp it may be, does not compare to a blunted edge with purpose.
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What makes a good Dark Romance Book?
Is there a good dark romance book or there's no good dark romance book? If you're just scrolling down and you somehow saw this post because we have the same tags, then please have the time to read my thoughts.(please keep in mind on what I ask) this started when I was craving to read a dark romance book, I wanted to have a big bad villain or main love interest to fall in love with FMC. So I decided to go search it with my trusty app "TikTok", there were so many book recommendations for dark romance themes but the one that was mostly recommended was "Haunting Adeline" by H.D Carlton. I was interested with the short summary and I was ready to read it, but when I was minding my business I saw this one post who was talking about what dark romance was supposed to be, talking about how they were supposed to be a morally grey mmc or a vampire mmc. And when I check the comment section a lot of people hated Haunting Adeline. I was really conflicted on what I was doing and reading since I was diagnosed with depression last year(my mom says whatever your reading it can affect your thoughts and mood) and I was doing better and happier and I didn't want to waste those efforts just to go back being a pit of messy sadness and anger. So what I did like any sane person do was to avoid reading it, I still have it just not read it. I was really conflicted on what was going through me and I should start avoid reading dark romances, however there was that ever longing of having a dark villainous love interest fall for the Female lead and see her as their love of their life and their vulnerability. So I started asking google if there was any good dark romance books and I received nothing, i mean sure it'll show dark romance books but not GOOD dark romance books. If you're confused on what I mean here's my category:
Good Dark Romance:
Good dark romance books are where the main love interest is mysterious, have gone through a very traumatic past and morally grey philosophy. They're like an anomaly you want to discover and hold it onto your own hands; here are my top picks that I think are good dark romance books. Trilogy of "Blood of my Monster" by Rina Kent and "Sweet Temptation" by Cora Reilly
Dark Romance:
From what I understand from dark romance enthusiast, they're are willing to kill, destroy, blackmail and etc. just to get the girl.(for those who read Haunting Adeline please tell me if I'm mistaken but did the main love interest rape someone or rape the female lead? Cause that has me spiralling my Insanity.)
Thoughts:
What I want to read for a dark romance story is like "Crossed" by Emily Mcintire the never ever after series. I want a man who's willing to kill and sacrifice for the girl, bend and break himself to shreds until he gets his happily ever after. I just want to read a dark romance book in a people's standards, cause I felt that in order to live the fullest of your life is to be part of the society. You have to be where people feel comfortable and satisfied, cause if you don't you're just someone who's called crazy. I know how to separate myself with fiction and reality and sometimes my depression gets me because of the story but I'm able to bounce back and realize these are just works of fiction(and I knew what I was getting myself into). And I've always wanted to feel be part of the world or a community who feel the same I feel and not criticize unless correct me if I'm wronged. A lot of people say it's not a good excuse to use "Oh it's a dark romance book" and it's not right for young teenagers or adults reading this, and I agree but didn't the author wright tags or warn readers how it's for mature audiences before reading? Isn't a person fault for reading it regardless of the warnings? If a person wants to read a dark romance book and read through the trigger warnings but enjoyed the book shouldn't the person just relax and love the book? It doesn't mean they support the mmc doings or romanticize it but rather they just love the idea of it. It's also the person fault if they read the book regardless of the warnings and started hating the book. It's not the book fault but the person themselves, the author realize how gory and mature for this to be published in public and wrote down trigger warnings how it's only for mature audiences ONLY. And Im just scared that people are just going to hate this post on what I made when all I wanted was to hear a person thoughts on what they deem is a good dark romance story for them.
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#kevinlemnah #certifiedgoatkiller
No, pretending
Goatmoneygang
Davy Fresh
Just know, Kevin’s trying to get fresh
Call me my best
Maybe I’m just looking for a new beginning
See me winning
Nothing fresher than brand new white tee
So see me
Maybe I’ll go buy some new white tees
It’s in Kevin’s budget
But hear my rap
I think my budget
Is it looking like a black card?
Shuffle the deck
Give me my cards
I’m playing to win
Do you think I’ll win
Time will tell
Do you know Drugs sell
Fuck being in a cell
I’ve been risking my life
Check my podcast
Its
an anti-drug podcast
I used to do a lot of drugs
ICall it a crutch
Kevin doesn’t need a crutch
I might be handicapped
Due to my mental illness
I’m so fucking ill
Talking about my rap sickness?
Call me rabid or
The man who did
I was a Tweaker
But I’m a rap legend
Rapping that i did
I don’t kid
I’m very serious
I’m very goofy
Laugh at me for being dizzy
I might spin in circles
No, Post Malone
I’m spun
See me walking in circles
But I’m not in the circus
About my business
Just know, I really did this
But ask your bitch
I might be a mess
But I still fuck the best
Even if I don’t
I bet she still fucks me
Because I’m a be so goddamn fucking rich
Message direct to Rich
Should I nutted all up in your pregnant bitch
Because that bitch was a junkie
She would’ve done anything for some heroin
That bitch would of gladly fucked me
For a temptation
Call it her preference of sin
That bitch is the definition of shady
May be a federal snitch
But I was an addict
I would of fucked that junkie bitch
She’s not the type to bring home to the family
So to nut freely inside that pregnant slut
I would of gifted that
No obligation
Bitch, not worthy of Kevin’s loyalty
I’m a traditional man
So wifey status comes higher with more serious standards
call it Responsibility
Kevin’s trying to have a family
I don’t know if I would’ve did that with the last bitch
Call me crazy
I don’t know if I saw Family
Or the future I wanted
Tell Dani that she would of never been the future I wanted
I did want to fuck you
But this is the bigger fuck you
I don’t trick on a bitch
If you check my books
I’m coming rich
So fucked your baby daddy rich
Both of you are you a
fede snitches
I might just be a witness
But they’re gonna have to subpoena
My podcast
But fuck that broadcast
Because
going to court
It’s a waste of my time
You better come get me off the stage
See me at my concert
I’m a musician
Tell Taylor damn girl, did you get lost after the show?
I guess maybe I’ll have to buy a ticket to your next show
Or maybe you should just buy a ticket to Kevin’s first show
Call it show and tell
Or maybe we will just keep that specific for my women fans
Kevins a dream
Call it your bitches fantasy
Just know, my life isn’t a dream
Just giving you it how I see it
It’s Kevins reality
It’s up
Kevins up
Next on the radio
This is a song for the radio
My heart radio
Fitness session
Iets work out
my favorite workout
Is when we fuck
But I don’t need a shout out
I told her to be quiet
And She kept screaming
But I won the game
Got that pussy cream in
When she came to orgasm
you know that bitch squirted
Time and time again
I’ll make her cum
Kevin’s not from the bay
But rapping i go , so dumb
I just know I’m not dumb
Might have a learning disability
Check out my rap ability
Or maybe my agility
When I’m on the go fast
I’m racing
I’m in motion
Review my music
Or give it some promotion
This junkie turned rapper
How’s that for a promotion?
I’m leveling up
Tell Dave east and fabolous
New York State of mind
I’m a hustler
But im riding with a Hollywood dime
I’m about my change
But it’s no more nickels and dimes
Kevins stock piling, gold, money, bars
But my content , never ends
I got so many bars
These are just off the wall. Thoughts?
I still got like 10 albums about to drop
How’s that for a thought
I guess maybe I’ll release some of the previews to the album tracklists
If you make a list
You’ll see I’m at the top
I got that spot
But they keep me inspired
I gotta make a list
Because I don’t get shit done if it’s not on the list
Call me hillbilly or redneck
Because I got a lisp
When I was in kindergarten
I had to go to the special class
So many words I had a hard time trying to pronounce
Shows almost starting
I’m about to turn on my mic
Hear the words I’m about to announce
It’s a great day for baseball
Shout out to Brockmire
just know Kevin does not get tired
I got so much work I gotta do
Just trying to make it so pops can finally retire
But my raps do not retire
No expiration
Get it all day every day
I got Hella inspiration tell currency. This is some motivational influence.
Pretty soon man he’s gonna start adding up
Check the balance
I’ll take the compass I’ll tell you the direction
I’m so North
Kevin Been up
I’m a stay up
Can’t live at the bottom
I Tell Drake I started under the bottom
Not bikini bottom
Shout out the weed man
In the roster business owner
Had a head shop called eclipse
And I bought the perfect bowl piece
had a marble on a beautiful pipe
With Patrick the starfish on it
Called it the Patrick star
Goddamn, Kevin is now a Hollywood superstar
I went too far
Told you I went crazy . Maybe I went too far.
Now Kevin’s gonna have the nicest car
I can’t believe I’m a rap superstar
Check the stars
I’m looking starry
Ijust tell Drake it’s no longer blurry
But if we going to court? That’s still my story.
Fuck the feds
I’m a forever rap this shit
Get the thoughts of out of my head
Just judge me how you want
Fear no man
Only God
I’m not the rap god
But I rap for God
My revolution is fuck the government
Release the herb
Only about 15 years late in my neck of the woods
But I love living in the woods
Maybe Appalachia maybe the redwoods
But fuck, the backwoods
I’m going raw
Paper planes
King size for king green
The birds fly high in Highview
So if you got a good flower, I’m sure the birds fly high there too
I always fly high
That’s As my permanent view
But if we’re talking views shout up Nipsey . I’m gonna be in a drop Coupe
This nigga is no longer nervous
In the booth
Call me a natural
I’m confident
But I’m humble
Ain’t no shame if you hear me mumble or stumble
I’ll Xpress, my thoughts
Fuck all the rap thots
But there ain’t no tricking for the pussy
I ain’t paying no money
Fuck me because you love me
Because the ones I know who really do love me
Just know, I have so much love to give back
If you ever stood up for me and had my back
Instead of ran around and talked behind my back
Fuck opps
If you’re an enemy, tell me
Because I’m done with fucking fake friends
So if you’re my friend
I’m a push you to be the best
And if you see me slip
A real friend gonna hit me with a truthful tip
And tell me Kevin you’re fucking up you stupid shit
But my shits not stupid
Coming with intelligence
I just know if I’m around your woman
She owes me some brain
I like a woman who’s confident
When she’s testing out my microphone
We’re not on the phone
We’re in the studio
And your bitch is getting the job done
So, I applaud the work
On my dick she likes to twerk
But if we’re talking work
She knows she’s not done
Till I come
But after my eruption
Tell the bitch to leave
Kevins heartless , im a rapper
my rocks got off
So excuse me for being forward when I tell her get out after I’m done
If you think my songs are done
Think again
Not Harry Mack
But give me some words back to back
And I’ll spit these raps
Might not be the best compared to my written work
I just know Kevin’s got work
Call it wood
I just know you’re loyal wife
Is Thinking she probably would
Because Kevin’s not settling
Power season . It’s coming
Kevin is taking over
But I’m never over or under anyone else
If we walk together, we walk beside each other .
I’m no better than the other
I might be the alpha call me the werewolf
Who’s got pure blood
Tell the slutty vampires
To come suck on me
I ain’t blood
And I’m not from the hood
Shout out to all the goats
My hood goes crazy
Or maybe it’s just Kevin when h does too much meth
I do go crazy
Tell the last woman she’s crazy because she lost out on my baby
Now I’m too wavy
I got sauce gravy
But my drip about to be designer
If you haven’t heard of this nigga Kevin lemnah
I’m Talking to best women
I’m valuable to the finder
But the queen I’m looking for
I hope I find her
This is just a reminder to those who lost me
I lost myself
But I found myself in a new light
Watch me thrive in the lights
We’re talking about the spotlight
Talking to Taylor
Do you finally see me in the light?
I think I wrote you the most songs
Maybe that was to Bobbi
Shout out Bobbi
I like a woman
who models for Kevin
Not with the teasing
I told Tinashe to give me a taste
Because I found myself in first place
But if we’re coming first
I’m a gentleman
I love her, but I bully the the pussy
Go savage
make sure she’s good
That bitch was wilding
When I took her to ecstasy
Tell Che . Kevin is the Candyman
I got candy . Some ice and ecstasy.
The voice inside your wife’s head
Thinking she should upgrade instead
Murder the pussy
Her kittykat getting beat up
Because Kevin’s up
Rest in peace to the dead
If we don’t talk on a day-to-day basis
You’re not real in my life
shout out to everyone who
Gave up on me , forgot about me
Left me for dead
Instead, I’ma bless those who never did
Did it all by myself
That I did
I really took a lotta fucking drugs
Straight to the head
God saved me from being dead
So see me I’m finally ahead
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Jennifer Lopez Knows She's at the Top of Her Game
After working her famous booty off for nearly 30 years, Jennifer Lopez is not afraid to celebrate her success.
By: Christopher Bagley
October 29, 2018
Jennifer Lopez is sitting by the pool behind her Bel-Air mansion, waiting for two staffers to move an umbrella closer to her chair and thinking about how her life could have turned out very differently. She sends a quick text to boyfriend Alex Rodriguez, takes a sip of ice water, and sits still for a moment while a stylist applies a piece of double-stick tape to the plunging neckline of her Alexandre Vauthier dress so there will be no cleavage mishaps during a TV appearance later in the afternoon. Then Lopez reflects on how close she came to ending up as a bank teller in the Bronx.
"If I didn't have certain ambitions, I might have gotten married after high school and had kids and decided to get a job at a bank in Castle Hill, like my aunt did," says the New York native. "It's just that I had dreams and ideas that were different."
Lopez, who turns 50 in July, has been pondering her life path a lot lately. It's partly because in her new movie, Second Act, she plays a character whom she describes as "soooo me" — an outer-borough girl with no connections and no college degree who suddenly finds herself across the river in Manhattan, navigating a world of glamour and power and Madison Avenue shopping sprees. It's also because Lopez, after almost three decades of relentlessly public highs and lows, now understands herself better than she used to. A mother of 10-year-old twins (with ex-husband Marc Anthony) who meditates daily while juggling the jobs of actor, singer, Vegas performer, producer, reality-show judge, etc., etc., she has developed the kind of confidence that makes it easier to talk about her insecurities. Shortly after her breakout film, Selena, came out in 1997, Lopez remembers, she was speaking with a cousin whom she has known since she was young. "He said that whenever he saw me on TV or in movies, he thought, 'She's scared, but she's doing it anyway.' And he was absolutely right — I was terrified. But I really wanted to try. I wanted to do it."
Since then Lopez has been doing it pretty much nonstop, keeping a pace that can seem superhuman. But at a time when women are speaking out against sexism in all its forms, Lopez is less willing than ever to put up with the double standards that persist in show business. "It has taken time," she says, "but I think we're in a very powerful moment where women are going, 'Wait a minute. We're not afraid to say what we deserve.' " For Lopez that includes challenging the old stereotype about multihyphenate performers, especially female ones: If a woman does a bunch of things, the thinking often goes, then she's probably not serious about any of them. "I don't understand why you can't be an actress and a singer and dancer as well," Lopez says. "Like, that's how this whole business started. Entertainment! And why can't you be funny and also be a dramatic actress? OK, some people can't do both. But if they can, let them!"
The many faces of Jennifer Lopez are on vivid display one afternoon when I stop by a soundstage at Universal Studios, where taping has started for the third season of the NBC reality hit World of Dance. Regardless of where the spotlights are focused at any given moment, there's no doubt who's the superstar in the room. Lopez (who co-created the show) sits at the center of the judges' table in a tight gold mesh Ermanno Scervino top, gold hoop earrings, and shiny gold cuffs — sparkles on top of sparkles. But when she speaks, she seems equally convincing in the roles of queen and commoner, mentor and fan. Although almost all the contestants dutifully profess their love for JLo during the interview portion, Lopez throws the admiration right back at the most deserving ones, sometimes pointing to her goose bumps for emphasis. "You, Josh, are something else," she tells an 18-year-old Canadian, and the OMG look on his face makes it clear that Lopez has just provided him with enough motivation for a lifetime. During breaks Lopez maintains her Pilates-honed posture, even while munching on a power bar or making kissy faces into her phone as she video chats with one of her kids.
Lopez tells me that reality TV has played a big part in reshaping her public image. Remember the blinged-out diva who seemed to spend most of her waking hours posing on yachts with P. Diddy or taunting the paparazzi with Ben Affleck? In 2010, during a career lull, she took a gig as a judge on American Idol and immediately noticed a shift in how the public treated her. "That show was live — everything was in the moment, not edited," she recalls. "So finally people got to see that I was actually a person, someone with a heart. I got to speak for myself for the first time, and that changed everything." In an early episode Lopez broke down in sobs when she had to tell one contestant, whose wheelchair-bound fiancée had recently suffered brain damage in a car accident, that he wouldn't make it to the next round. (Lopez says that eliminating people from World of Dance remains the most painful part of her job: "It doesn't get easier — you just know it's what you have to do.")
For all the talk about the pressures of Insta-branding in today's celebrity culture, Lopez is positive that stars have it better now than they did in the Bennifer days, when supermarket tabloids were battling for scoops about the 6.1-carat pink diamond engagement ring Affleck ordered for her from Harry Winston. "It was actually worse then," she says. "It was just crazy. Now at least I can show you who I am a little bit. Back then you just believed anything you read on the cover of a tabloid. Many times it wasn't true, or it was like a third of the truth." She acknowledges that young actors now face a whole new set of selfie-driven anxieties, "but they didn't live through the tabloid era," she says, laughing and shaking her finger while adopting an old-lady voice. "Now I sound like my mom. 'I used to walk uphill to school, before there were cars!' "
Lopez thinks that social media is also one reason she and Rodriguez have avoided becoming perpetual TMZ fodder, even though Rodriguez is easily as famous as Affleck or P. Diddy. "Now people get to see that this guy they thought was this hard-nosed athlete is, like, a goofy dad who loves his kids and celebrates his girlfriend." Besides, the relationship itself is more serene than many of her previous ones, a fact that Lopez chalks up to maturity on both sides. "When we met, we'd both already done a lot of work on ourselves," she says. (Rodriguez, a 14-time All Star baseball player, pulled off a tortuous redemption after his 2014 doping scandal.) "Everybody has flaws, and the people I want in my life are the people who recognize that and are willing to work on those flaws," Lopez says. "It's super-important: someone who's willing to look at themselves and say, 'OK, I'm not great here' or 'I could do better there.' "
Second Act uses the structure of a crowd-pleasing comedy to explore themes of personal realness, particularly the perils of self-doubt and self-delusion. Lopez's character, Maya, works in a department store until an overly padded résumé lands her a job as a hard-charging cosmetics executive. The story has many parallels with the 2002 film Maid in Manhattan, in which Lopez plays a hotel housekeeper who semi-inadvertently seduces a rich Republican senatorial candidate (Ralph Fiennes). Elaine Goldsmith-Thomas, who produced both films and runs Lopez's company, Nuyorican Productions, also co-wrote this one for the actress. "Jennifer is Maya," Goldsmith-Thomas says, adding that Lopez, despite her lack of a college education, is both smarter and more hardworking than anyone else she knows. (She notes that even Lopez's so-called side projects, like the three-year, $100 million residency in Las Vegas that wrapped in September, tend to break records.) Goldsmith-Thomas has seen Lopez evolve a lot since the Bennifer era. Maid in Manhattan came out the same year as the "Jenny from the Block" video, a winking celebration of big boats and big money that Goldsmith-Thomas thought was ill-advised. (It preceded their bomb of a movie, Gigli.) "Jennifer and Ben were asking for it with that video," Goldsmith-Thomas says. "I told her, 'I'm selling you as a maid, and you guys are driving around in Bentleys?' But now it's 16 years later. I'm sure Ben Affleck is more mature too."
Sitting by the pool with Lopez, it can feel strange to discuss the benefits of age and wisdom given that she still looks exactly like her 30-year-old self. It's not just the flawless skin and hair but also her lithe way of shimmying her shoulders and hips as she quotes a lyric or emphasizes a point. I try to get Lopez to cop to some of the inevitable downsides of aging that people routinely cite as they near 50. Failing memory, flagging energy? Nope and nope. But she does throw me a few bones. Lopez has noticed that she's been squinting at her phone lately, so she might need reading glasses soon. The middle of her back hurts occasionally. And she's introduced weight training to her fitness routine after realizing that she now loses muscle whenever she dances too much. But mostly, she credits her looks to the wholesome habits she's maintained throughout adulthood: no caffeine, no alcohol, lots of sleep. "I've taken care of myself, and now it shows," she says.
Lopez was a forerunner in the trend toward embracing curvier body types — living proof that goddesses (and their butts) come in many shapes and sizes. She says her friend Kim Kardashian West once revealed that she used to wear a bracelet with the slogan "What would JLo do?" But Lopez insists that body image is not something she ever thought much about, since the baby-got-back thing dates to when she was an actual baby. "I didn't realize what I was doing — I was just being myself," she says. "In my family, curves were glorified and part of the culture. It was just like, 'Jennifer has a big butt, and it's good.' " As a teenager, she and her friends never idolized the size 0 models in Vogue because they didn't even notice them. "We were in the Bronx, like, break dancing." Bold street fashion, and the not-to-be-messed-with attitude that goes with it, still underpins Lopez's style, even when she's wearing head-to-toe couture, which she did — in full looks by Valentino — for this photo shoot. "It's what I still often wear to this day, the big hoops and, you know, gold jewelry," she says. "I always like to mix the glam with a bit of the hood."
Last spring Lopez launched her first makeup collection with Inglot. And JLo being JLo, she plans to follow it soon with her own skin-care line. She tells me this as her assistants and longtime manager, Benny Medina, hover in the kitchen and her Escalade is parked by the door, ready to take her down the road for a TV segment in Beverly Hills. In the next couple of days there will be rehearsals for the American Music Awards and for an upcoming Elvis Presley tribute on NBC, plus more interviews and World of Dance tapings. As she gets ready to text Rodriguez once more before heading off, Lopez acknowledges that her work schedule might seem "obsessive" and that some people will always wonder what she's trying to prove. But she doesn't really care.
"When I first started," she says, "it was always a matter of 'Am I good? Am I good enough? Do I need to be better? What can I do to be better?' Now I know I'm really good at this. So I just want to do it."
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I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)
Category: Angst, Fluff
(Suggested) Age: 14+
Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language
Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader
Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset
Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗"
Contains Spoilers for: N/A
Word Count: 2,488
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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.
“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.
She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.
He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.
Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.
“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.
She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.
His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.
“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”
“I’m busy, (Y/N).”
“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.
The woman furrows her brows.
“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”
“(Y/N), just stop!”
The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.
“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”
She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.
He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.
“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”
“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”
(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.
Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.
Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.
She says nothing more and leaves the room.
She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.
Numb.
Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.
Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.
It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?
The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.
He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.
“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.
“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”
Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.
Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?
He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.
Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.
No answer.
“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.
Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.
“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.
He’s cautious now. Scared.
Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.
“(Y/N)?”
It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.
Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.
“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”
Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.
“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.
She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.
“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”
The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.
The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.
“What’s wrong, doll?”
Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.
“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”
Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.
“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”
Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.
“It’s okay, Buck.”
“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”
She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.
“Do you want me to get Stevie?”
The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.
“No! No, please, no.”
That truly makes the super soldier concerned.
“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”
Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.
Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.
“Baby, please.”
“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”
“What happened? What did Steve do?”
He’s concerned. Massively.
“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”
That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.
“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”
Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.
The woman nods.
“Okay.”
“That’s my girl.”
With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.
“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”
He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.
“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”
He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.
“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”
A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.
“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.
“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.
The man turns from his place in the doorway.
“I love you.”
The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.
“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”
Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.
Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.
The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.
The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.
“What the fuck, James?!”
That makes Bucky really get annoyed.
“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”
“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”
“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”
That makes Steve snap back to reality.
“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”
Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.
“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.
“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”
The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.
“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”
Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.
“What?”
“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”
He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.
“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”
Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.
(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.
“I- Buck-”
Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.
“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.
“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.
“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”
Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.
“I’m sorry, James.”
Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.
“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”
Steve is already shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”
“Our room.”
He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.
The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.
The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.
He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.
“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.
There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”
She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.
The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.
“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”
A bigger smile taints her lips at that.
“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.
“Can I hold you?”
(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.
“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”
With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.
“I’m so sorry, my love.”
“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.
“Yes, boss.”
Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.
“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.
“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.
“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.
“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Love you always, doll.”
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On some Japanese social issues I had learned about at uni and abroad):
(Rb ok!)
Legit had an epiphany about the true hidden meaning of the last arc of Mob Psycho 100. It’s hella projection but for real there is nothing neurotypical about Mob or Mob Psycho. I do not wish to enforce my interpretation on others (ironic bc I do that all the time but this is a serious social theory). There are some interesting and very sad social issues in Japan that the west really doesn’t understand but would I think help people understand a lot of context behind not only Mob Psycho, but also a lot of other anime. I learned this at my shitty university (prestigious but horrific) and while studying abroad in Japan and talking with Japanese peers. Get ready here we go (and tw for bullying and darker things):
Unfortunately in East Asian education systems, bullying can be extremely intense. Growing up I assumed it was over exaggerated extremely in anime for drama but it really can be so horrific. From what I’ve heard, there is often a single kid or so who is just shit on by everyone else, even the teacher. Mogami land *is* the reality of some Japanese kids. I’ve read that in Korea, this social punching bag sometimes is just the darkest skinned person (yayyy colorism /angry) and or someone who does not fit in. I mean, we have that in America too, but maybe not as common for the bullying to be as focused on one misfit rather than several. These kids just can’t escape the stigma too, kids from other schools find out they were a major victim at their old school and it starts anew. Thus there is so much stigma and incentive to join in on bullying so you aren’t the one. Sadly, this also ofc leads to higher suicide rates. That’s where the “shoe on building roof” anime trope comes in, bc somehow taking off shoes is relayed to death (I forgot why sorry)
There is a difference in how intense in general high school vs college is too. In the West, commonly college is the more intense curriculum and is harder than high school, but in Japan it’s usually the opposite. Grind suuuupppeeerrrr hard for entrance exams (huge standardized tests that determines what college you can qualify to) bc unlike the ACT or SAT here, that test is by far the most important factor for college admission. Then chill and relax a bit in college. Can’t relate. Name and prestige is very critical for job application, more important than here. That’s why planning out your future is sooo much more intense for Japanese high schoolers than in America, and why there is sooo much more pressure to excel in high school than here. Japanese school years and holidays are done different than ours, I’d suggest looking it up.
Social prestige of going to an American high school or college is nuts. Like whyyy do you value our shitty education, Japan’s is much higher quality (it’s bc we neo colonized them). Being able to speak English is very, very highly valued and any association with Americans make you cooler. From my experience, some Japanese students got very excited to practice speaking English with us, and their biggest issues with learning it is pronunciation, lmao. Wasai english is unique slang that is indeed English words but it’s kinda different and it’s kinda jarring to remember lol. So, Teru having parents that are working overseas isn’t too uncommon, idk about leaving him absolutely alone, but I did have a ex-friend who just came from Japan in middle school who’s situation probably wasn’t too far off from that. Empty wealth with no love, it’s no wonder those kind of people can end up being huge bullies (minori?)
I did a presentation on 引きこもり(hikikomori) for which means “shut in”, (like Serizawa) and it’s fucked up. It’s a social phenomena where according to some Japanese researchers a mix of undisciplined parenting, guilt/not living up to expectations, and hopelessness makes an alarming amount of youth/ young adults literally never go out side their house/room. Often a parent is “enabling” the behavior by supporting them, but idk the articles seemed a bit victim-blaming to me when I read it, but I don’t think I should make a judgement too hard, not my place. I will say I do suspect and believe I read something to support that ASD might play a role in hikikomoris (there is pitiful resources for autistic people in Asia, much much less support than even here, to the point I don’t think most know it exists). Like come on, with the other points I laid out my personal opinion as an Asian American with autism is that it really seems it’s unknowing ableism against autistic classmates, but I didn’t grow up in Asia so I don’t want to say.
Mental health in general is tragically quite abysmal in Japan, and with it being so hyper competitive and brutal work culture, it’s no surprise birth rate in Japan is so low; some Japanese young adults say it seems unethical to bring a life to such hostile world. Suicide rate is of the highest in the world. It’s fucked, I’ve interacted with some of the locals in Tokyo and they were so nice, but the business men just looked dead inside, it’s so sad.
Relationships between child and parent is also strained bc of this intense work and school culture. Quality time is too scarce when you gotta work so much. And the pressure from parents to do well in education or else you might end up socially stigmatized is rough. Bc your job is who you are, it’s hyper capitalism (thanks us for making them do this)
With autism being so unknown, support for parents in raising autistic kids is almost nonexistent. What happens if the “darker” side of ASD shows up in kids? I used to be a menace when I had meltdowns, I felt so bad but really just became so indiscriminately violent. See where this is going? Legit, I think ESP is a sort of metaphor for neurodivergance to ONE. There is so much stigma around it, and even less way for kids to understand why they are different than the others. My Korean family can’t admit we all got ASD, too much fear and internalized shame.
I got finally diagnosed with ASD as an adult and I’ll tell ya, I relate too much to Mob hurting Ritsu. I felt so bad, but also not in control, I knew what I was doing but not how to stop. Luckily, is was blessed in that my hyperfixations involved science and logic, so I did well at school. Sadly, our boy Mob just don’t got the passion or ability to do well at school. His kanji is very bad, even to point of not being confident he wrote a kanji (世) they learn when they are 9, in elementary school (thanks @katyatalks). Him being a bit berated by his parents for having bad grades and bending spoons seems harsh to Westerners I think, but IMO it’s pretty tame from what I’ve seen of some Asian parents (I get to say that lmao). Ofc, however the shaming is very real and Mob just agreeing with them about how weird and stupid he thinks he is so sad. There is even more pressure for the eldest to be better than here, I feel from some interactions. Nonetheless, it’s implied Mob is quite emotionally detached from his parents, even though he loves them, which also adds to his emotional complex. Combined with originally fragile self esteem and feelings of worthlessness, we got one emotionally stunted boy. However, contrary to common belief people with ASD are sometimes hyper empathic and experience emotions very intensely. We are prone to having “meltdowns” which if not assisted with can be quite violent if very intense. For me, my worse meltdowns as a kid came from when I didn’t understand why I wasn’t getting what I wanted, it seemed selfish and cruel of me but I couldn’t control it. I wanted to be a good kid, so why did hit my moms leg at target when she refused to buy me Pokémon toys? I couldn’t come up with a good reason for why my mind just commanded my body to do bad things, just a single thought was controlling me, I want I want I want I want I want ____. Which I argue could be what ???% represents… bc well…. Yeah….. hmm….. not in control of self (mob unconscious), selfish (not actually, I’ve forgave myself but my “normal” kid self was so ashamed), destructive, hurt family, wanting to stop but can’t, that’s kind of…. Too relatable.
But legit, since realizing my new HC, I’ve started to think of the last chapter of mp100 when I “explode” and it helps me feel better and I do gain “control” a bit easier. I don’t feel so bad anymore either, Mob!
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I would be honored if you could do an imagine for Fili crushing on someone who went on the journey with the Company. He thought she liked his brother, but after seeing him with Tauriel, Fili feels like he has a chance and offers everything to make her as happy as he thought she would be with Kili. Lovely fluff and some misunderstandings with everyone living because IF I CAN'T SEE CANON THEN IT DOESN'T EXIST
Mixed signals, Fili Durin (platonic Kili x reader)
what do you mean they don’t usually live???? Idk I always skip the last half hour of botfa. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.
Ahahah I got taken away a bit so it’s a long request. Sorry….
Headcanons, female s/o
Tw: misunderstood feelings, mention of injury and blood, tiny sprinkle of angst, fluff, Kili being a lil shit, Fili being jealous, few mentions of Y/N I’m so sorry.
- This man is whipped for you. I posted a request similar to this one yesterday, and I feel like it says enough.
- The moment he sees you, he knows you’re his One. Yet, he can’t allow himself to show you. His brother wouldn’t shut up about it and besides that, after Erebor was to be reclaimed, he had to marry royalty in order to form an alliance.
- But Thorin wasn’t blind. He has seen the look in Dis’ eyes many times before. He had seen his sister find her One, so it came as nothing out of the ordinary when he witnessed his nephew do the same.
- And this is pre-dragonsickness. Back when Thorin was all “I hate everyone but I guess I have to keep up with these two idiots so I’ll tolerate them.”
- And he wanted to grant Fili the opportunity to be with his One. He had even told him to simply go for it.
- But Fili was a bit insecure. When you met him, you didn’t seem taken away in any way. It was almost as if it had only been him who was in love.
- And with that, you had grown remarkably close to his brother, Kili. You two joked around all the time. You sat together during the evenings, Kili would help you up on your horse/pony, he would take offer your watches and he even let you hold his bow and arrow. That is basically dwarven language for “I love you and I wish to court you” or “I love you and I’m so glad to have you in my family.”
- What Fili didn’t know is that Thorin told Kili about you being his One. But instead of teasing Fili about it, Kili had made it his duty to agitate his brother so much that he would have no choice but to confess to you before Kili would sneak you away.
- For your information: Kili had no intention of sneaking you away. He just wanted to make it look like it for Fili, and, lucky for him, you had just been going along with it subconsciously.
- But it did not agitate Fili. It made the poor lad confused and tired. You were showing so much affection and endearment to his brother that he felt like he could never compete. Even though Kili had never been attractive in dwarven standards, he knew his way around women. And seeing someone finally pay attention to him, made Fili happy for his brother.
- And Kili just kept up with the act. He was oblivious to what his brother was feeling. Thorin had quite specifically told Kili not to tell his brother, and for once, he didn’t. But when days turned into weeks, Kili made more advances. Not in any way uncomfortable for you, but they had been a step further.
- He would let you rest against him during night shifts, he would let his hand linger on your waist when he helped you get onto your horse/pony. This sneaky bastard even managed to toy with your hair.
- Fili grew absolutely devastated at these moments. He had distanced himself more and truly felt as if his One had been taken away and he would die alone.
- But then Mirkwood happened. It was obvious to Fili that his brother had taken a liking on Tauriel, the female elf that saved him earlier. You had been passed out of exhaustion in your cell, not paying attention to your surroundings anymore.
- And that was when Fili finally decided to speak.
- “What are you doing? I thought you liked Y/N and now you’re flirting with that elf? You can’t treat her like that!”
- And now Kili was confused.
- “I thought you liked Y/N?” He had questioned, not even knowing whether his uncle had been lying to him or not.
- “That doesn’t matter. What matters is, you can’t just run around-“ but Kili had already cut him off. “It does matter. Because Y/N isn’t my One. I’m not attracted to her!”
- And now Fili was dead silent. He had been contemplating on whether to act furious or taken aback. In reality, he had been a bit of both.
- “You don’t like Y/N?” Fili asked, nearly insulted.
- “I was only trying to agitate you. Uncle said she was your One but that you wouldn’t confess.” Kili admitted finally, knowing that keeping the act up any longer wouldn’t work.
- “So you tried to beat it out of me?” The only response the blonde got was a quiet hum.
- “You thought I would take away your chance of happiness?” Fili wondered aloud, his anger now showing more clearly. “Well, not if you put it like that-“ “How else am I supposed to put it?”
- With those words, the space grew quiet. One more question lingered on Fili’s mind, and he had to ask it.
- “Does she know you don’t like her?” A short pause was heard from Kili before he responded. “She does. When we grew closer she told me she wasn’t attracted to me and I told her she wasn’t my One.”
- A sigh of relief came Fili’s way, but his brother kept on talking. “She grew all confused by the concept of ‘Ones’. Had to give her a whole history lesson. She thinks it’s adorable. I’m sure she won’t reject you.” With those words, Fili’s ears pricked up.
- “How so?” “Because every time we are together, she won’t stop asking me about you.” Fili never thought someone could ever bring him more butterflies than when you smiled at him, but as Kili’s sentences reached him, his stomach felt all light again.
- “At first I thought it was because you were ignoring her, but I quickly figured out that wasn’t the case.” Kili shot a quick look his brother’s way, even though he had been in a cell on the other side of the hall. “She likes you, she really does. She’s not as good at hiding it as you are. If you ask her to court you, she won’t say no.”
- Fili had spent the entire night pondering over his brother’s words. Even as they escaped the dungeons and took the boat to Laketown, his anxiety bubbled up.
- But as soon as the orcs entered the city, reality sunk back in. They had been on the run while simultaneously claiming their homeland. There might be a chance neither of you would make it. And it terrified him.
- As you were busy holding off the orcs in Bard’s home, Fili had been right beside you covering your back. He knew asking you to court him would require more steps. Up until this moment you had only held a handful of conversations, but Fili was running out of patience.
- “When all this is over, I need you by my side.” He told you quickly, his voice heavy as he fenced off the attackers. You grew confused at your words, yet your actions did not falter one bit. And it only made Fili more attracted to you. How you maintained yourself on a battlefield, yet somehow managed to hold that perfect look. It could quite easily take his breath away.
- “But I am by your side.” You answered, not catching his meaning, thinking it had been too good to be true.
- “I mean by my side at Erebor. When we reclaim the mountain. Will you stay with me?” Upon your silence, Fili tried explaining his speech. “I know asking you to court me requires more steps but we might not have time for them anymore. I need you to stay with me. We can do all these steps afterwards, I promise.”
- You cast him a quick look before giving him a sincere nod. “I’ll stay with you.”
- And that is exactly what you did. Upon finally arriving at the mountain with the four dwarves, Fili finally got the time to braid your hair, even if Thorin told him to look for the Arkenstone. You had even managed to braid his hair too, even though you had no beads yet.
- Even as Thorin slowly grew insane, Fili had done what he promised; he remained by your side, defending you against his uncle and keeping you as safe as he could.
- During the battle of the five armies, you stayed with him and Kili. You traveled with the three of you, not once separating. Not even when Fili decided you should split up. Because of that, you managed to do quite a number on Azog before Thorin called out to him.
- Azog had gotten a good slash on your leg, nothing life threatening but enough to make you collapse on the spot. Fili had been so worried. He had promised to look out for you, but now you were bleeding out on the snow covered floor. Kili had already ran off for help, even though the possibility he would come back with one would be highly unlikely, as battle was still raging on.
- On top of Ravenhill everything had grown silent. Bodies of dead orcs were littered over the floor but all that mattered to Fili right now was you being safe. Eventually, Kili had ran back with Bilbo, Thorin and Gandalf by his side. They had successfully beaten Azog, finally putting an end to the bloodshed.
- As the mountain was being rebuilt, Oin had put you on bed rest to let your leg heal and Fili had been with you the entire time. Thorin hadn’t even tried to get him for royal duties. He knew he had been awful to you during his dragonsickness, and this was his way of apologizing to you. And you had been fine with it.
- When you had finally recovered, Kili took you to the forges to make beads for Fili. You wanted it to be a surprise for him, but you needed supervision. At first, Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother, had offered to help, but it had become her duty to distract the crown prince.
- A few burns and scratched had started to form on both your and Kili’s hands but it had been worth it. The beads were incredible.
- Fili was so happy when you gave them to him. He was so surprised by the amazing details and the thought and time your poured into them.
- He wears them the entire time. Now exceptions. Not even for bed or bath. None. They must always be in his hair.
- I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT IT’S ALREADY SO LONG BUT JUST ASSUME HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WILL TREASURE YOU FOREVER AND LOVE YOU FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO
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