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Dennis and his first wife Dot in 1978
Two things: Dot is an Ashley Voom-adjacent model and has a place on that family tree (I believe @108garys will elaborate in the notes). Also, Dennis's shirt is his now 6+ years old "Joyful Dead" graphic tee he was pictured wearing in the band poster secret, which I'm making a point of because of the Canadian Clarke AU lore below
"You've hardly changed a bit!" is a comment I imagine Dennis heard a lot in 1978 when he returns to the United States and to the people he once knew well. I sort of think of the late 1970s as his factory reset era, when, for several reasons, he's making an effort to reinstate his old personal identity after losing his grip on a lot of the things he thought made him himself.
Dot, a Canadian college student who is the chic popular kind of personality he's always admired, is one of those reasons. She and Dennis were set up to meet each other by a mutual acquaintance in Toronto in 1974, but they didn't hit it off right then. The complicated circumstances that had been molding Dennis in Canada didn't match her "bad boy" preference or his own image of himself. But after the failed Blackwood experiment and his return to Toronto in 1975, Dennis is lonely, enough to overlook any sign that his circumstances had matured him past the simple role he inhabited when he was younger, so he reintroduces himself to her as her type of man and, as they both believe, his authentic self.
Of course that kind of misjudgment can't last, but it only surfaces after they quickly marry in 1976. In 1977, Dennis is no longer in danger of being arrested if he returns to the United States. He holds off until Dot graduates college in 1978, and then he convinces her to follow him back to his home country so he can try to pick up with his old life where he left off. She resents the move, however, and many things have changed during the six years he was gone. It's increasingly evident that the two of them are not on the same page, which, combined with problems arising from immature relationship skills on both sides, causes them to decide their relationship was a mistake. They mutually agree to divorce in 1980 and try to make a clean break from each other's lives. (This particular development can look different in branch AUs).
#fanart#my art#canadian clarke au#dennis clarke#tdpa ocs#the dark pictures anthology#little hope#and actually#im also going to tag >#hidden agenda#for the sake of it and let 108garys explain why when they get a chance
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"No pressure. No time limit. You set the pace and I'll just...follow your lead." (Flashback, p. 663)
"[...] the way she was chewing her lip made Sophie pretty sure that Biana was asking herself the same question Sophie was.
Would Fitz wait?" (Legacy, p. 523)
killing and maiming, Fitz I'm so sorry they'd do this to you bbg I'm so sorry the intrigue of relationship drama was deemed more important than staying true to your character. I could write you so much justice
#kotlc#flashback fitz: this is scary and hard for both of us. i'm going to follow your lead and we can take this as slow as you want#shannon: ah yes. now we are going to Rush Everything.#I Have Gripes With The Sophitz Plotline#which I'm pretty sure I've written whole posts about before#but it's just!! it doesn't feel like they were given any chance to exist. which is SO frustrating#we have seven books of set up and then almost as soon as this is established we create conflict and stress within it#cmon. we deserve more than that#sure we could take it as a grass is greener sometimes what you want isn't what you thought once you actually get it#but when there's lines like this?#where we're ignoring parts of characters' character in order to make it work?#AND when we have the influence of sokeefe?#i'm not convinced this was an authentic move#anyway#mad about this line
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#tag talk#I've started using music to fall asleep to. because if you watch a video and start to feel sleepy but then stop once you close the video?#the answer is to leave the video running while you fall asleep of course#I'm using music not talking so I don't dream funky and sleep restlessly.#it probably says horrible things about my ability to calm down. rest. and not need distraction. but anything that helps right?#idk. the brain's inability to sit with any sort of quiet. any sort of space to think.#I can't stand when nothing is happening because then I have time to think my own thoughts.#I'm just high school again. which... yeah I'm stressed to hell so it makes sense. but it's annoying and a little disappointing#disappointing that enough stress can just revert me back. I know I'll bounce back faster and more healthily because of the work I've done#but it's still annoying to be back in this same place#how can you move on when you're constantly visiting your old self?#is it nostalgia? trauma? a secret other thing? perhaps all of them at once? I don't know.#I can never be estranged from my bio sex because I'm him all the time.#things get bad and I'm just that terrified little kid who's convinced everyone can read his mind and hates him and wants to hurt him.#and then I'm older me. angry and ready to hurt anyone who touches us. because I'm fucking done with getting pushed around#but I want to get back to me. I want to get back to smiling and laughing so hard I have to lie down on the cold kitchen tile to calm down#one of my minecraft kids told me yesterday that his face hurt from smiling so much while talking to me. that's the kind of person I am now#and I want to be that. I want to be her. I want to be me. I'm so tired of bouncing between past and present.#what does it say that my protective mode is a man and my emotionally honest mode is a woman? idk#trans men often live more emotionally honest and authentic when they transition. obviously my experience will be limited data#I don't think it means anything except the inherent fear that is perhaps characterized so often in trans-women experiences#the fear that becoming myself is somehow reductive of gender roles. the fear that I'm confirming some deeply held bias#which is bullshit. I can be who I want. and I certainly can be who I AM. I just. I want to be me. I want to lose the pressure#because sharing my experiences with others in a way that improves other people's lives is what I want from life.#hmmmm. just had a thought about how minecraft allows me to express whichever side of me I want.#the eager insufferable know it all kid who just wanted to create the world in his own image.#the paranoid and nervous maniac who just wanted everything ordered properly and for it to stay predictable for even just two fucking minutes#and me. the one who wants to create things with others. to engineer collaborative experiences and to build others up and make them happier#idk. I vibe with a lot of stuff I read about did but I really don't match so none of this is trying to pretend or co-opt identity.#but idk. I'm so tired of being split between these eras of my life and getting thrown back into one of those people when things get bad
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I'm completely obsessed with and emo over the way Wilhelm carries himself now that he knows Simon loves him, too.
(just a sidenote, but the duality of love and devotion towards Simon on one side and revolt and confident deviance towards everyone watching him, including us on the other.... these frames make me unwell...)
Like, that's absolutely the stance and face (and smile) of someone who's done with putting his own and his boyfriend's (!!!) needs behind those of the people who never cared about what he actually wanted.
Knowing him and Simon are on the same page now, finally, really is all he needs to face off against the consequences of living authentically and openly. He knows that together, they'll be fine.
I'd like to think his resistance is starting here already, facing off Jan-Olof with this stare and not pulling away as fast as Simon - who after all just offered to be Wilhelm's secret - is.
It's so beautiful to see how much this has done for him in the S3 snippet. I feel like it's the first time he's moving like he's not a stranger on his own home anymore, like he's now commanding the place, like he's finally calling the shots. Sure, there are and there will be adversities (“I just wish it wasn't because of this”), but Wilhelm won't let them get in the way of him and Simon loving and supporting each other.
“They won't start without us” He knows it's true and really isn't giving a fuck anymore who might get mad at them, he knows that they won't be able to play this down, make him deny everything again, they can't take back his confession in front of every single phone in all of Hillerska, and he won't let them try to, either. He's ready to fight, that revolution they started back in season 1 is now really picking up, and they're in it together.
And god, it looks like it's healing him so much, he's so confident now, Simon by his side really gave him the strength he needed.
Like, the journey from the way he's desperately holding on to him at the confession, seemingly drinking it all in, those words he probably hasn't even dared dreaming of hearing from Simon and do taken aback by his emotions to the way he exudes confidence, strength, and conviction even in the face of adversity... the development is so beautiful.
The combination of love and confidence is one hell of a drug, and Wilhelm gets both from and through Simon... I'm convinced they are going to be one hell of a power couple this next season.
#if this isn't very original I'm sorry; just had to let my feelings go somewhere <3333#young royals#wilmon#young royals analysis#??? a bit bold to call it that but I think it's the closest?#simon eriksson#prince wilhelm#oh boy all this talk of resistance and revolt is really getting to me#as a Camus girlie I actually probably need to write something about this at some point... I love Wilhelm facing the absurdity of his condit#his love for Simon being... “sa chose” yadayada... I'm here for it#I'd say il faut immaginer Wilhelm hereux but no need; in fact we KNOW he's happy#yr s3 spoilers#my yr thoughts
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I think- I think you might be my person.
Buddie or BuckTommy if it sparks joy 💞🦛
Oh, we're going for the feels today huh? Have some Buddie feels, just for you my love 🥰🫶
"I think - I think you might be person."
The words hang heavy between them, thick with unspoken meaning. There's yearning behind them, years of bitten back "I love you" and "don't leave me" and "please stay, I need you." But finally, Buck will speak them, no longer afraid of the consequences. He's ready. They're ready.
Eddie looks a little stunned, his mouth hanging open slightly as he looks at Buck, takes in the open vulnerability of his expression. They're so close, just a couple more steps and they'll be there. Buck waits with bated breath, praying Eddie will take the cue and take Buck's tender, open heart delicately in his hands.
"I- we're best friends, Buck, I should hope I'm your person."
He's deflecting, Buck can tell. Eddie's had years of repression and Catholicism that've taught him to box away all his feelings and not allow himself to be authentically him.
But not anymore. They're allowed to be happy. They're allowed to have this, to have each other. Buck just needs to take that step that Eddie can't do himself, because Eddie will never let himself have something if he doesn't think Buck will want it too.
"No, Eddie. That's not what I mean, I'm not-" he sighs, mentally weighing up his options. He could back out now, pretend he was just talking about their friendship. But then they'd be back in that revolving door of bad decisions and unspoken words and Buck can't do that anymore. He won't.
"Fuck it. Eddie, you're my person because you're the most important thing in my life. You and Christopher. You're my best friend, yeah, but it's more than that, right? Every day I wake up and you're the first thing I think about. When we're not together, I feel empty, but when you're by my side it's like I'm whole, like a piece of me has been returned to my body. You're my person because there is no one else in this world I would rather spend every day with than you. I trust you with my life."
Eddie's eyes are soft and they shine with unshed tears. He's biting his lip and Buck wants nothing more than to run his thumb over it and release it from his teeth, and tenderly capture his lips with Buck's own. But he needs to finish what he's saying. Eddie has to hear it.
"Eddie I can't imagine a life without you. The sun rises and sets on you, the world revolves around you and I-" his voice breaks and he ducks his head. He can't go on, he can't say it, he's not strong enough, he's not-
Eddie's fingers curl under his chin and slowly, gently, he raises Buck's head so their eyes meet. God he's so beautiful. He's truly the most beautiful person Buck has ever seen.
"Go on," he whispers, his voice cracked and raw with emotion. "Please."
Buck sucks in a breath. It's now or never.
"I love you."
It's like the air has been knocked out of Eddie and his breath hisses from him. Buck can't breathe. The oxygen has been sucked from the room, and he can't breathe, not until Eddie speaks. Until he confirms that Buck hasn't fucked this up and read all the signals wrong.
"Please say something," he begs.
Eddie takes a step closer, his fingers never leaving Buck's chin. The gap between them closes until they're chest to chest, nose to nose, close than they've ever been before. Eddie's lips ghost against his, a tentative brush, as though he's testing the waters. Buck tilts his head ever so slightly and, emboldened, Eddie kisses Buck properly this time, their lips moving in sync with one another and oh, this is what's been missing from Buck's life.
It's like the world has a new meaning now because hold fuck, Eddie is kissing him. His best friend, the love of his life, the man he'd almost convinced himself he would never be allowed to have, is kissing him back as though he feels the same. There's such tenderness and emotion with the way Eddie kisses him, as though they were born for this. As though they were made for one another. Two halves of a whole, destined to be with one another regardless of circumstance.
Eddie pulls away from him and rests his forehead against Buck's, his lips pressed tightly together. He's breathing heavily and fast, as though he's moments away from a panic attack.
Buck gently touches Eddie's arm, just above the elbow. Eddie doesn't pull away, staying completely still.
"Eds?" Buck says, voice quiet and full of choked up emotion.
Eddie licks his lips and takes a deep breath, as though steeling himself, and Buck feels sick. He's going to say he doesn't feel it, that Buck is alone in this journey, that they're just friends and Buck has misread the signs. Eddie can't, he won't, won't ever-
"I love you too."
Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll finish it!!
#james answers things#james writes#this one also got away from me#and it's entirely your fault for giving me THAT sentence#I hope this was what you wanted 🫶🫶#buddie#buddie ficlet#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 buddie#911 abc#911#eddie x buck#buddie 911#buddie fic#buddie wip
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The Blind Bandit
I had honestly forgotten that the Gaang were trying to find an earthbending teacher, so the 'previously on' segment was actually useful instead of spoilery.
Nobody's face is having a good time.
Look at this sweetheart. You go ahead and treat yourself honey. You've single-handedly escorted a pair of earth-shatteringly overpowered tweens around the world for months; the least you deserve is a shopping trip.
"You kids like earthbending?" Has the same energy as "wanna buy a sun dial?" from that animated Hercules movie.
This guy is one of those strip mall karate types.
I take back everything I ever said about Zuko's season 1 haircut. This guy has a dust bunny poop on his head.
Momo's bag now.
My absolute favourite girl power: incredible violence!
The acoustics at this earth rumble place must be great. I don't see any microphones.
"That's what I paid for." Sokka is a simple creature at heart. Likes food and violence.
Something very strange about this guy's face. I think his mouth moves but his eyes don't.
So apparently earthbending gets you mad air.
Oh! I get it. This is a WWE parody. Somebody on the writing team did their homework too. Don't ask me how I know, but this is a very accurate parody.
Sokka thinks listening to big muscles is a very good idea actually.
And here's the heel. Complete with russian accent. And oddly homoerotic anthem. And cowardice when challenged! Yep, total heel.
I LOLed at the zamboni badgermoles and hockey organ.
She's like two feet tall!
I'm. in love.
I could watch little girls beat up grown men all day.
Earthbending sonar?
Omigod it predicts. She can see moves before they happen.
Well it's a good thing Bumi said to look for someone who Waited and Listened rather than Watched.
"I don't really want to fight you. I want to talk to you." Says the guy who just volunteered, in front of a full stadium, to FIGHT her. Time and place, Aang.
Get back on the ground you flighty airbender. She sees with that ground. No fair.
This is about the face I made when Aang pulled that move. Does this boy think at all? I love him, but what part of stealing her well-earned title is supposed to convince her to talk to him?
You messed up.
I love sartorially inclined Sokka. It's a tiny an innocuous little trait, but it rounds out his character so well.
I get to watch two different girls terrorise idiots this episode. I am blessed.
So I'm guessing the two idiots at the earthbending academy are doing that excercise where kung fu people stick their hands in sand (I've seen videos of it) but it really looked like they were in the 'beat back the dough' phase of making bread.
In this universe of plot-convenient clothing blindness, how do Dumb and Dumber recognise Aang as the one who beat the Blind Bandit?
I think the voice actor for the dumb kid with actual hair did a bunch of voices in season 1. The soldier who gives Aang Bato's map comes to mind.
Have I said recently how much I love Sokka and Katara?
These wrestling guys keep switching between first and third person. Too many rocks to the head.
This could be a board for a murder mystery board game. Or a map for a DND dungeon.
It's her hair. I thought the Blind Bandit had a cap type thing with a little brim for her costume, but it's just a pile of her hair? Like a beehive?
A lesson in character writing: if you want to make someone look super dumb, have them earnestly believe in the credentials and authenticity of a guy you have previously set up as a borderline con artist. Lookin at you, Blind Bandit's dad.
"Basic forms and breathing exercises only." That line is just so funny. And they're all so stupid. She snapped like half a dozen spines last night and this guy is preaching breathing exercises.
Wow! I hate her dad!
I hate him more!
Sokka going ham on some rice rather than listen to the idiots. Good priorities.
This passive aggressive fight between the girl and Aang at the dinner table is so fun.
Looking for somewhere to store your meal after you've face planted into it? Try the top of your head!
I need to get a hold of some of those magic napkins. Wiped up a whole multicourse meal in like 5 seconds.
That is indeed the appropriate reaction to this pint sized badass. Glad Aang is learning. (Also this episode needs more Appa. The last couple have been sadly bereft.)
Called it. Earthdending sonar. Or is it more like echolocation? No! Whiskers!
How does this pint sized badass - who if I am understanding correctly, is not known to exist outside the walls of her house - have more emotional intelligence than the entirety of the Gaang put together?
So much for the guards in the garden. They'd actually be useful now.
Sokka. Priorities. Although given how many times Aang has escaped custody/kidnapping he's probably ok to take a minute to fangirl over an autograph.
These idiot parents don't know their daughter at all. That chafes.
"I'm not smiling." I LOLed at that too. Perfect delivery.
Hippo man having a snack before he gets down to business. No wonder he's missing teeth.
All this blind and tiny and helpless and fragile talk is really making me hope someone smacks the crap out of the dad. What an awful thing to say, nevermind saying it where your daughter can hear.
SMACKDOWN INCOMING
This is gonna be good.
If this girl does join the Gaang the writers are going to have to nerf her in every major conflict. She's too powerful. I bet she could take on the firelord now.
And that's why you don't announce sneak attacks.
So remember how Sokka was absolutely losing his shit over the Boulder? That's me right now.
She waits. All these idiots are losing because they're getting impatient and attacking first. Which means that, to her senses, they're telegraphing their moves. That is so cool. And so is this visual.
Here's your chance Dad. Are you going to mess it up?
"I love fighting. I love being an Earthbender. And I'm really really good at it."
me:
I don't have words for how much I LOVE when little girls STAND UP for THEMSELVES and THEIR INTERESTS.
This would have had me HOLLERING if I'd seen it as a kid. It was a message I needed to hear too.
Wow I want to kill her parents.
OH FUCK OFF
COME ON
You made my girl cry.
Get wrecked belt stealer. I LOLed at this too.
Sokka just beaned a blind girl on the head. Not a good look. I laughed though.
Fun fact: everyone in this picture is a piece of shit.
I haven't been this steamed since Zuko's dad burned half his face off.
Final Thoughts
IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously, this episode feels like it's movie quality. This show is usually excellent, but this feels like a cut above. I feel like I could sense the love the writers, animators, voice actors, everyone had for this episode. They had a good time making it and were enthusiastic about it. And there were lots of tiny background details in this episode too. I'm sure I missed quite a few. Oh No! I'll have to rewatch it!
New team member! That hasn't happened since Momo. Actually, no wonder the episode was so good. Introducing the first new team member in at least a season's worth of episodes is a delicate operation. I bet they were workshopping this episode since early in the first season.
And Toph! (thank you credits for how to spell that - I was really hoping it wasn't Toff). Be still my heart I love Toph. She may well take Sokka's spot as my favourite character. Strength of character, self-assurance, emotional intelligence, badassery, mastery of violence, what's not to love!!!
How did she get so emotionally intelligent and articulate if her parents have kept her caged her whole life? I don't know but I'm not complaining!
How did her parents get away with caging her for her whole life? I do know (money) and I am complaining. Very much so. And yet Toph can still find it within herself to have an honest conversation with them, including apologising for leaving said cage. I never would have had the maturity to do that in a similar situation. I would have gone the Katara explosive rage route.
A little girl who stands up for herself. Against HER PARENTS. I just. Do you know how amazing that is? Especially in a kids' show? I was ROBBED by not being able to see this show when I was Toph's age.
Does bending work like a muscle, in that you build up stamina? Because if so, then Toph is the strongest human earthbender in the world by default. If she's using it in place of seeing, then she's using it 100% of the time that she's awake, all day every day. By the time she was like 5 years old she'd probably used her bending more than the average earthbender does in their whole lifetime.
My one complaint is Toph's voice. Nothing wrong with it; this is a me thing. It fits her perfectly, but my ears do not play well with nasal voices, which hers is. I had to rewind quite a few times and resorted to subtitles by the end. Hopefully I'll get used to it like I did Zuko's.
Sokka! My soon to be demoted beloved! He shone in this episode. I love that he has fashion sense and is not afraid to show it. I'm thinking, what with how hung up he was on masculinity at the start of the show, that the water tribes have a different conception of masculinity: one that classes fashionability as a masculine or gender neutral trait. Even back in season one it didn't take much to get Sokka into the Kyoshi warrior uniform, and he's shockingly good at applying face paint symmetrically. Which I still cannot do with winged eyeliner.
Katara! Not headed for a career in diplomacy but so satisfying to watch. I would love to have a Katara in my pocket that I could unleash on people. And her and Sokka bouncing off each other this episode was great. Every one was at peak performance this episode, except Aang. Not at his brightest this episode.
Checking for typos before I post this and I realise I'd already forgotten that Toph is blind! Just like in the Northern Air Temple, this is how you do disability right: as just a part of who they are, rather than an entire personality. This show is so good.
In sum, Toph:
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Hi girlies ❤ wrote this little thing. Not many people responded to my ask, but those who did mainly wanted it to be smut mixed with fluff, so that's what I did. For those who wanted it to be pure fluff, I will for sure write something like that soon for you ❤ Still, I hope you enjoy this and I am sending the warmest hugs to everyone 💕
Reader being insecure because they look nothing like Ruben's exes:
You knew it was silly. Still there was nothing you could do about the reoccurring voice in your mind, that kept telling you, you weren't good enough. You couldn't stop the thoughts that were telling you that you looked so much different from all of the girls your boyfriend dated before, making you believe there was no way he really, truly liked your appearance.
Seeing photos of all the pretty girls he was with before made your stomach ache. Still,you couldn't help but scroll through their Instagram pages. Your racing thoughts convincing you he is just going to find someone better than you, that you are just a temporary distraction. Even though, deep down you knew Ruben wasn't like that, he was the sweetest guy you have ever been with, always making you feel so loved and adored. Still, it was impossibly hard for you to convince yourself you could ever be good enough for him, pretty enough, sexy enough.
When Ruben came back home to you, he knew right away that something was not okay. You didn't greet him when you heard him walk in, which was very unusual, making him a bit suspicious. He called your name a couple of times, but didn't get any response, so he stumbled through your shared house, looking for you. He finally found you, curled up on the bed, a clearly sad expression present on your face.
"Hi angel" he said, coming up to you. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand caressed your thigh gently. His eyebrows raised when he saw the way you flinched at his touch. "Did something happen?" worry evident in his voice, as he moved your hand up to move the hair out of your face and stroke your cheek. You only shook your head no, which was not a good enough answer to him, making him even more concerned. "Tell me what's wrong, baby." he insisted. "We can figure it out together."
You looked up at him, tears burning in your eyes, threatening to spill.
"It's nothing, don't worry" you whispered, stuttering through your words. You blinked a couple of times to fight back the tears, but it didn't help. Ruben didn't fail to wipe away the tear that rolled down your cheek, his heart felt like it was going to break seeing you like this.
"I can see it's not nothing. Please, tell me amor (love)." he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your head. "I just want to help you, I hate seeing you like this." he went on, trying to get you to open up and tell him what has been weighing on you.
You looked up at him once again, catching his gaze. The authentic concern you saw glistening in his eyes making you feel even worse about yourself. You didn't mean to be a reason for his worry.
"Why do you even like me?" you whispered, dropping his gaze. He seemed taken aback by your question, his eyebrows furrowed together, as the hand that was caressing your bare thigh stopped its movement.
"What? What do you mean? " he seemed confused, his head tilted to the right a little as he started at you.
"It's just that I don't understand why someone like you would ever be with someone like me. I mean, I'm nothing special, I don't look like all these beautiful girls that you were with before me." you explained through tears, Ruben stayed silent, as if he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I know it's stupid" you added, more tears streaming down your face, as you attempted to hide it in your hands. However, as soon as they touched your face, Ruben grabbed your wrists and pulled them away.
"Is this what this is about?" he asked, his eyes drilling into your face, flushed from your tears. You didn't say anything, but you didn't have to. Ruben didn't need any more words to understand what you were feeling. Still, it broke his heart that you had to feel this way, that you felt like you weren't good enough for him, when in reality he felt quite the opposite. Everytime he laid his eyes on you he was unsure how he got so lucky, what has he done to deserve you.
"You really have no idea, do you, meu amor (my love)?" he asked, shaking your head at your obliviousness. He leaned down, his lips pressing to your cheek, wet from the tears that rolled down it. "I love everything about you, baby. This beautiful face..." he mumbled into your skin, his scruffy beard grazing against it, before he pressed yet another kiss to the same spot. "This cute nose" he added, his lips moving to place a kiss to the tip of your nose. "These gorgeous lips" a kiss was pressed to the corner of your mouth, making a tiny gasp escape past your lips. "The most beautiful eyes" Ruben said, as your gaze met his. You saw a soft smile spreading on his lips. "Love your little dimples" he pressed another kiss to the spot they would usually appear in, his lips stayed pressed to it, until your lips curled into a gentle smile. "Here they are" Ruben mumbled, before he pecked the very same spot again. Your hand reached out, resting on the back of his neck, your fingers fiddeled with the ends of his hair, as he pulled back a little, so that he could get a look of your face. A peaceful smile painted on his lips, when he saw his words made you smile as well.
You used the hand that rested on the back of his neck to pull him in, your lips connecting to his. He kissed you gently, his tounge swiped along your lower lip, asking for entrance. Your lips parted for him, Ruben taking the occasion to lick into your mouth slowly.
"Tu és Linda (You are beautiful)" he said, when he pulled away, a serious look on his face, as he started deep into your eyes. "Let me show you, baby" a whisper left his lips, before he pressed them to the crook of your neck, his nose grazing against your soft skin, making a gasp escape past your parted lips.
"Please" you whimpered. "Please, Ruben" your hands roaming his back as you felt him mouth at your neck. He pulled away when your pleads met his ears, confusion painted on your face as you saw him standing up.
"Come here linda (beautiful), let me show you" he offered his hand out for you, helping you stand up and leading you to your vanity. He made you stand right in front of it, so that you could see the both of you in the mirror, him towering behind you. His hands rested on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh.
"Can I?" he asked, as he grabbed at the shirt you were wearing. He pulled it over your head when he saw you nod your head, leaving you almost naked before him, as all you had on was the oversized shirt and a pair of panties. Even after all of his ressurance, you couldn't help but turn your gaze away, as you saw the reflection of your own figure in the mirror. Ruben instantly grabbed your jaw, making you turn your head back.
"Don't look away" he ordered you, his arms sneaking around you from behind, his head dropping to press a kiss to your bare shoulder, before his eyes focused on your reflection. His hand traveled up, grabbing at your breast, squeezing it, before he twisted your hardened nipple between his fingers. "So beautiful, baby. So sexy... " he rasped into your ear, quiet moans escaping your mouth.
"Look what you do to me" His hips rutted into your backside, making you aware of his hardened length, hidden in his pants. You couldn't help but whisper out his name. He put one of his hands on your lower back, pushing you lightly, so that you would lean forward, resting your hands on your vanity. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants, along with his boxers down his legs, before hooking his fingers in the material of your underwear.
You gasped at the feeling of his tip running through your folds, teasing your entrance. He pushed into you slowly, groaning at the feeling of your warm walls stretching around him. His eyes glued to your reflection, he grabbed your jaw again as he realized your eyes were closed.
"Watch yourself baby" he instructed you, pulling his hips back, only to push into you once again. His thrusts were painfully slow, as you struggled to open your eyes. "Look how pretty you are, taking me so well baby" his voice sounded straight in your ear. His hand gripping your hip for leverage, his strokes were deep, hitting your sweet spot every time, causing you to cry out. The hand that held your jaw moved down your body, until he found your clit and rubbed it with his fingers, adding to the pleasure that was already running through your body.
"The most perfect girl" he mumbled, as his lips explored the bare skin of your neck and your shoulder. "Fuck baby, what did I do to deserve you?" his voice hoarse, his cock twitched inside of you, as your walls clenched around him. His gaze dropped in between your bodies to watch himself disappear into you, groans leaving his lips at the sight of his length covered in your arousal.
"So close, Ruben" you let out between your moans, making him increase the pressure he was adding to your clit. His thrusts becoming faster, as he felt your walls flutter around him, chasing his own orgasm now. The whispers of his name leaving your lips, as he fucked you through your orgasm.
"So beautiful baby. The prettiest girl" he murmured into the crook of your neck, soon spilling his seed inside you. You were grateful for the way his arms wrapped around you and held you close to him, unsure if you could hold yourself up on your wobbly legs. His lips pressed to the shell of your ear, as he whispered how much he loved you, his cock still nestled deep inside you.
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Hi! Could you write reader having a bad day and all they want is hailee but she’s filming for something. Then hailee surprises reader by taking off early and it’s just really fluffy. Hailee comforts the reader and uses a lot of pet names :)
coming up for air [H.Steinfeld]
pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader
summary: when you're drowning under the weight of your thoughts, hailee is the life jacket that keeps you afloat.
warnings: so much fluff; mentions of anxiety (but nothing overly specific or graphic); petnames for days; abrupt start + slightly cheesy ending; too many drowning/storm metaphors
wordcount: 1.6k
a/n: i'm sorry this took so long but i hope it's everything you wanted and more! this was actually really soothing to write for me so i hope it does the same for you. [don't hesitate to send in more requests, btw!]
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You lay in bed staring at the ceiling above, your thoughts moving faster than you can begin to comprehend. You’re not sure what’s wrong but you are sure that the way your heart is racing isn’t normal. It’s like you’re powerless against a growing wave of anxiety that keeps building with every second that passes.
The fact that you’re alone isn’t helping in the least but your girlfriend is busy shooting another collaboration with Core and you don’t want to interrupt her work. She’s been so excited about the opportunity and the last thing you want to do is ruin it by being clingy. So, against your common sense, you decide to stick it out by yourself, convincing yourself that you are more than capable of beating the storm of thoughts by yourself.
That is definitely easier said than done, considering how overwhelmed you feel already. A few minutes go by before the thundering silence of the room is interrupted.
You almost jump out of your skin when you hear the familiar sound of your phone ringing. You immediately recognize the ringtone as Hailee’s and your heart drops down to your stomach.
If you were feeling like your normal self, you would be filled with excitement at the idea of getting to talk to your girlfriend. Instead, you’re filled with a sense of dread and anxiety as you begin to rack your brain for the excuses you’ll need for your girlfriend’s inevitable questions.
You sit up in bed and hesitate for a few seconds before grabbing your phone. A loud sigh escapes your lips before you gather your courage and answer the FaceTime call from your girlfriend. “Hi, Haiz. How’s the shoot going?”
You hope she’ll go into detail about her day so you don’t have to talk about yours or the storm of doubt raging through your head.
“It’s going great!” She replies, an excited grin on her face. “Everyone’s been so nice and the pictures all look amazing. I can’t wait for you to see the finished product.”
You give her the most authentic smile you can muster. “I’m glad to hear that, babe.”
A beat of silence goes by while her eyes look you over. You already know what she’s going to say before she opens her mouth. “What’s wrong?”
“Can’t a girl just miss her girlfriend?” You say while you turn your head to the side a little in an attempt to hide the deception behind your words.
“Baby, why are you lying to me?" Her eyebrows furrow, clearly not believing you.
"I'm not," you reply, willing your voice not to crack. "I'm just tired."
She doesn’t immediately reply and you feel far too exposed as her brown eyes stare right through you and your unconvincing lies. Even over the phone, Hailee is far too good at reading you. “Listen, you can tell me whatever it is that’s bothering you. I’m always here for you, y/n.”
Any other day, her words would be reassuring but today, they make all sorts of insecurities rise up within you. You’re not sure why pushing Hailee away seems to be the best idea to your overwhelmed brain but you don’t have the strength to fight back against it.
“I know, Haiz. But I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me, I know you’re busy.” Your voice holds more exhaustion than bitterness but you can tell your words hurt her just the same. You feel the guilt rise up within you at the sight and the only thought in your mind is leaving before you make everything worse. “I’m going to go take a nap, okay? Call me if you need something.”
You don’t give her a chance to reply, your thumb pressing the red ‘end call’ button almost as soon as the words escape your mouth. Nothing about what you just did takes away the guilty feelings or the overwhelming sense of panic settled deep in your chest. If anything, they reinforce the doubts that won’t leave your brain alone.
You throw your phone somewhere on the bed before laying back down on your side. You’re not sure how much time you spend like that, curled up on your side and succumbing to the negative voices in your brain.
You’re so caught up in your own head, you don’t hear the sound of the door opening.
You do, however, notice the way the bed shifts and the arm that wraps itself around you. “Hi, baby.”
You almost break down crying just from the sound of her voice. A few seconds of silence go by as you try to regain control of yourself and your thoughts.
When you finally do speak, your voice comes out quiet and shaky. "You're back early."
"My girlfriend needed me," she replies as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
She doesn't say anything else but the arm around your waist tightens its hold on you and you can feel the soft kisses she presses to the back of your shoulder. She doesn't need words to comfort you and with every kiss she presses to your skin, the more weight that falls off your tense shoulders.
A long time goes by before she eventually speaks again. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she does. Almost as if she’s afraid of scaring you away. "What's wrong, love?'
You shrug, not fully able to put what you're feeling into words. It's like everything is wrong and yet nothing is wrong at the same time. Hailee waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts, her fingers gently running through your hair.
"It's just…everything is so…loud and heavy…" You trail off, frustrated at your inability to explain what’s going on with you.
Your girlfriend came back home early for you and you can’t even give her a good explanation why. You’re just wasting her time.
Like always.
The brunette speaks up, almost as if she knows exactly the kind of thoughts that are running through your head. “It’s okay, baby. I know what you mean. You don’t have to worry, alright? I’m here.”
“I’m sorry,” you whisper. You can already feel the tears filled with burning shame gathering in your y/e/c eyes.
“Don’t apologize.” Her tone has a firm edge to it even though it remains soft. “It's okay not to be okay sometimes, y/n.”
“But it's so stupid-” You take in a shaky breath as your voice cracks under the weight of it all. “I made you come back early and I don't even know what's wrong.”
“Baby, baby, listen to me: you didn't make me do anything. I did it because I wanted to. Because you're important to me.” The kisses to your shoulder make a comeback, the touch of her lips against your overheated skin helping to ground you a little. “You're the most important person in my life. Don't doubt that, okay?”
You let out a little hum to let her know you heard her but you don’t respond with anything else, your brain already getting to work on contradicting your girlfriend’s words. Your thoughts are moving at lightning speed, each one louder and more intense than the last.
You don’t realize you’re shaking until Hailee speaks again, her voice as soft as ever.
“y/n? Can you turn around for me, darling?”
You let out a little groan at the question. The thought of turning around and facing those soft brown eyes of hers seems almost impossible to fulfill right now.
Hailee’s fingers draw random shapes on your arm while you gather yourself. It takes a few more seconds before you give in to both her wishes and your need for reassurance.
Her hold on you loosens while you turn around to face her and you feel incredibly small as her eyes look down at your face. You don't know where the sudden burst of insecurity comes from but you do know its effects are clear on your features.
"It's okay, darling. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." She grabs one of your hands and places it on her chest, right on top of her beating heart. “You feel that? As long as I’m alive, this heart will always beat for you.”
“What about after life?” You ask, the ghost of a smile on your lips as you reference her song.
Her eyes seem to glow at your words. “I’ll stay yours even when my heartbeat stops, baby. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” she replies with a small nod. “I love you, y/n. Nothing will ever change that.”
She leans down to press a soft kiss onto your forehead while you keep your hand on her chest, using that touch to bring yourself out of your thoughts and into the present moment.
Hailee keeps up the soft kisses, slowly moving down your face while you focus on your breathing. She doesn’t rush you in any way as she goes. The silence between the two of you continues for a while until you eventually manage to gather yourself again.
“Thank you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, the exhaustion clear in your voice.
She leans back a little with a small smile on her face. Her eyes search your expression for any lingering signs of anxiety as she speaks. “You don’t have to thank me, love. Are you feeling better?”
You hum in reply. “Yeah…I don’t…know what that was about.”
“That’s okay, baby.” She gives the tip of your nose a quick kiss, unable to hide how happy she is that you’re okay again. “I’m just glad you made it back to me.”
“Always.” You offer her a shaky smile before you scoot forward a little, your head slotting itself underneath your girlfriend’s chin. She holds you close and your eyes flutter shut as you’re filled with a deep sense of peace. A feeling you haven’t had all day. “I love you, Lee.”
She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes falling shut as well. “I’ve got you, y/n. And I’m never letting go.”
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omg step up dance movie my beloved. And you're so right, the dynamic of rich snooty ballet dancer and not rich hip hop dancer from "the wrong side of the tracks" is so dream/hob. the hip hop dancer character feels like it fits hob so well too bc it's like. The feeling and expression of self in hip hop is... Very different from the strict rules and standards of ballet. Hob doesn't hate ballet, but he didn't grow up with it, not being from a particularly wealthy background. And he does feel hip hop is a superior form of dance in that it is so much more... Free. And honest and raw and real. Less tense over rehearsed painful movements and more flowing authentic and human.
Dream however. He could not disagree more. He doesn't even consider "hip hop" or "street" dancing as real dancing. Real dancing is practised, incredibly difficult routines and strict schedules (not just around rehearsing but eating too). Real dance is something you devote your whole life to, not something you do for fun in your free time (whatever that is) with your friends (another concept dream isn't very familiar with). Has he actually deigned to watch any hip hop dance? Don't be silly, he doesn't have time to waste on something so frivolous.
Dream turned up early (as usual) for practise before classes and scheduled rehearsal time. He assumed the studio would be empty as it usually was at this hour, however walking down the hall the sound of ... Heavy bass and a seductive rhythm with lyrics to match spilled out from his studio (okay it's technically not his but no one else uses it nearly as much as him so it might as well be) down the corridor. Dream slows down, curious, if a little annoyed, that his early morning extra practice was going to be delayed in the least. When he gets to the door what he sees stops him dead and makes his mouth fall open. What this man is doing with his body is... Unholy to say the least but dream can also appreciate the muscle control and timing displayed here from a technical stand point. Of course he isn't observing for any other reason. Not bc the way this man's hips move is hypnotic and quite frankly down right sinful. Dream becomes aware that he's staring and has inexplicably started to grow hard, which his legging do very little to conceal.
Anyway pretty please share anything that dreamling step up makes you think of !!! I would be forever grateful 🙏💞
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Absolutely love this. I'm imagining that Hob notices that Dream is there and the two of them immediately get into an argument about who booked the studio to use, which devolves into Dream saying "your dance form is ridiculous and foolish so you should just give me the studio" and Hob is like??? WHAT??? He can't believe anyone would be so rude but he's got to fight back. He tells Dream that ballet isn't even that hard, anyone can do it if they're rich enough.
Dream runs at Hob, intending to demonstrate that Hob won't even be able to catch him - let alone do a lift. But he's very surprised when Hob grabs him by the hips and effortlessly shifts him into a fucking angel lift.
Dream is unmistakably hard and blushing. Hob is like "You shouldn't have done that, you didn't know that I wouldn't drop you" and Dream can't even SPEAK. He decides to graciously allow Hob to finish his practice session (while he sneakily watches from the side of the studio). Hob keeps smirking him in the mirror and Dream genuinely has to cross his legs to avoid being caught with a major boner in his leggings.
He later discovers that Hob has quite a big following online for his dance videos and tutorials. He stays up way too late (far out of his usual strict schedule) watching Hob dance. He is undeniably beautiful and talented but more than anything he looks so happy! He looks like he's enjoying himself, like he enjoys his own body and what he can do with it. He wears baggy track pants for most of his routines but Dream is still convinced that he's caught a glimpse of a very impressive bulge.
Not to mention that Hob occasionally dances shirtless... and that some of his videos are more thirst trap than dance...
So what can Dream do but show up at the same time next week to see Hob all over again? Hob seems pretty thrilled to see him, anyway. He even offers to share his breakfast (another big step outside of routine for Dream, who hasn't eaten a store bought pastry for... a very long time). And when Dream gets up to start his practice, Hob settles in to watch with a wink.
"You had an opportunity to thirst over me. Now I'm repaying the favour. I want you to show me why ballet is the superior form."
And Dream has never been able to resist a challenge...
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TheWertsearch shipping chart
Ver. 1, Act 5.1
Let's get into it!
I've included every Player and a couple of wildcards. I thought about adding minor characters like the Guardians and Exiles, but we don't know too much about their dynamics yet. For what it's worth, I think the first three Exiles would be a cute triad, and might add WQ when we've seen more of her. I don't really ship any of the Guardians, since we know next to nothing about their personalities.
I'm going to mostly focus on potential dynamics. There aren't many canon ships in here, but hopefully that'll change as we move through the comic, because I honestly got pretty invested in some of these while working on this post. Let's dive in!
Hearts
Rose/Kanaya is an obvious lock. I've talked about it before, and my thoughts haven't really changed, so I won't repeat myself here. Their dynamic is great, and it's even better now that we know Kanaya used to idolize Rose. I can't wait to see them talk that one out. At this point, I'm 100% convinced that they should be a couple, and about 90% convinced that it's going to happen in canon. Bring on the #RosemarySweep!
John/Karkat is an intriguing prospect. John's optimism is exactly what a sourpuss like Karkat needs, and their conversations are clearly having a positive effect on him. Conversely, Karkat's decisive leadership style might, in time, rub off on John. The two complement each other well - and since it's clear that Karkat doesn't really hate John, I think they're well-placed for a red romance, rather than a black one.
Karkat/Nepeta has potential. Nepeta clearly sees something in him, and I don't think it's just the 'cat' in his name. They both have a romantic streak, although neither of them seems all that experienced with (concupiscent) romance. I don't know, I just think it might be cute!
I could also envision a minor moirallegiance between them. Karkat isn't that hot-tempered, but chilling out with Nepeta and bouncing ships off each others' heads might help him let off some steam.
Tavros/Gamzee would be pretty cute. Tavros is used to being Vriska's punching bag - and, more broadly, he's used to conversations where you're supposed to be punching. Gamzee, too, is frequently insulted, even by people who call themselves his friends. Bring these two trolls together, though, and Alternia's antagonistic social norms completely disappear. They're a breath of fresh air, and I think they deserve a quiet corner in the Veil to play Fiduspawn together.
Terezi/Vriska would make a great power couple, and I want to see them take on the world together - but I don't see it happening any time soon. They both have a lot of growing to do - and besides, I think another quadrant is in the cards first.
Jack/Droog. Yes, really. This one isn't complex, I just think they'd be funny together. Plus, a hot-blooded, stab happy gangster pairs perfectly with a stone-cold, calculating partner. It's like cookies and cream!
Dave/Jade is another one I've discussed before. Jade is playfully, authentically herself, and Dave, who's still treating life like a bit he needs to commit to, might have something to learn from her. There's a real person behind that persona, and Jade likes him.
I'm a Jade/Rose truther - but there's not much to report on this, since the game seems intent on keeping them from interacting much. Hopefully Act 5.2 will see them working together in the Medium, and we can really shine a light on this dynamic.
Gamzee/Eridan was initially a joke ship. Eridan wants a matesprit, but he'd only date a highblood, and Gamzee's the only one without that quadrant filled, so Eridan better learn to ride a unicycle.
Except... weirdly enough, it sort of works? Unlike Feferi, Gamzee wouldn't be stressed out by being around Eridan - and despite what you might expect, Eridan doesn't even seem to dislike Gamzee. He opened up to him about Feferi, at least a little - and even slammed a Faygo when Gamzee suggested it. When talking to Gamzee, Eridan wouldn't be able to dance around the point, like he was doing with Feferi and Kanaya. Gamzee wouldn't pick on his 'hints', so he'd have to resort to direct, open communication, which might be good for him. Plus - you can say a lot of things about Eridan, but he sure ain't a quitter. Gamzee's Sopor addiction would annoy the hell out of him, and there's a decent chance he might actually be able to annoy him off the stuff. If we go with the moirallegiance angle, Gamzee would probably leave Eridan too baffled to give into any Alternian bloodlust - and any overblown genocide plans would fly right over Gamzee's head.
Wow, this really did start as a joke, but I'm beginning to convince myself. I... guess we'll see what happens?
Diamonds
I'm convinced Kanaya -> Terezi would work. Terezi is violent and dangerous - but unlike Vriska, her violence takes the form of mind games. Kanaya is good at mind games, and I think she'd make an excellent, Machiavellian moirail for Terezi, using ConversationWithAVeryStupidGirl.txt-style rhetorical traps to trick her into good behavior. She could even collaborate with her future girlfriend, Rose, to design clever ways to keep Terezi from getting more of her friends killed. And you know Terezi would love it.
That leaves Vriska unattended. We can't have that, so it's time to make a case for Feferi -> Vriska.
I think Feferi would make a lot more progress with Vriska than she ever did with Eridan. The biggest problem with Eridan was that he was insincere - he wasn't honest about his proclivities or intentions, and Feferi was working her ass off just to figure out what he was thinking. By contrast, Vriska is extremely sincere about her emotions - I don't think she can fake a feeling. Feferi will know exactly what she's getting with Vriska, because Vriska will constantly tell her.
Feferi could pacify Vriska, I'm sure of it. She's cheerful, persistent, physically powerful, immune to Vriska's psionics, and has killed thousands to feed her lusus. Feferi understands Vriska.
Sollux <--> Aradia is a potential bidirectional moirallegiance. They both have their violent moods, and they know each other well enough to recognize and help each other through them. Aradia could potentially use her necromancy to get the soon-to-be-dead out of Sollux's head - and he might be able to remove Aradia's violent impulses entirely, using his technical know-how to revert Equius' changes and turn her body into a true reflection of her living self.
Honestly, they still have a shot at hearts, too - but I think diamonds is the way to go for now.
Feferi -> Equius might work - he'd have to listen to a violet-blood. Plus, spending time with the princess might help Equius learn that the Empire is bullshitting him about the hemospectrum. After all, she's at the top of the totem pole - and yet, she's against a lot of what the Empire stands for. What gives?
Spades
Jack\Lord English was originally just a joke, but I've decided to start shipping it earnestly for shits and giggles - especially since we've learned about kismesissitude, a quadrant they fit perfectly into. Maybe there's more than one reason that Slick was so single-minded about catching the guy.
To be honest, Vriska\Terezi is basically inevitable. There's no way they peacefully talked it out during the session, and now they're stuck on a tiny meteor together. These are resourceful girls - they're probably already plotting their next moves, and they'd be fools not to factor each other into whatever plans they're making. They will come to blows, and then they'll realize how much they're enjoying the experience. I think this will be our first truly balanced kismesissitude, and I'm very interested in seeing where the chips fall.
Clubs
Aradia -> Vriska/Tavros.
Someone needs to keep these two apart. Robot!Aradia doesn't have the ideal temperament for auspisticism, but things are far from ideal at this point. She's Tavros' old FLARP teammate, and even in her current state, she's still invested in his well-being.
This might also be a way for Aradia to reconcile with Tavros, since it doesn't seem like they've spoken much since they died. What does Tavros think of this new Aradia, and will his opinion change if she starts to intercede against Vriska on his behalf? I want to find out.
Feferi -> Equius/Aradia.
This one would be so easy. All Feferi would need to do is tell Equius to back the fuck off, and he'd be obliged to obey. I don't like the hemospectrum, but if we're stuck with it for now, let's at least use it for good, hm?
That's it! It was the first shipping chart I've ever made, and I had a lot of fun with it. I'll be doing this again the next time we 'finish' an Act, and it'll be interesting to see how this evolves over time.
See you next time, for the beginning of Act 5.2!
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From one court to another court
I'm sooooooo happy for you! You deserve alllllllllll the follows (and likes and comments and reblogs)!!!
For your celebration, I would like to request a margarita with Matt that uses a similar theme to Meredith Grey's "pick me" speech from Grey's Anatomy. Not sure if you've seen it, but it's pretty angsty. The line can either come from Matt or reader. Direct quote below:
Okay, here it is. Your choice, it's simple, her or me. And I'm sure she's really great. But Derek, I love you. In a really, big really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you... love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.
But for the love of all that's holy, it needs to have a happy ending 🤣
I love and appreciate you so much! Congratulations again!!!!!!!!
ahhh my lovely court!!!❤️
thank you so much, angel!! okay this is actually hilarious bc I was OBSESSED with grey's (like literally went into college as a premed bc I swore I was gonna be a surgeon) and meredith was always my favorite and the one I related to most.
i'm gonna make matty be the one to stand in the rain and pour his heart out dramatically bc he's a lil shit and I feel like he's gotten his fair share of love confessions and honestly it's his turn to beg. there is a lot of angst, but a happy, cheeky ending!
i love and appreciate YOU so much!!!! 🥂
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pick me
pick me. choose me. love me.
Matt only had himself to blame for the jealousy coursing through his veins right now. He’d had his window with you. A long, six months to be exact, wide open window to confess how he really felt. There were several times along the way he almost did, when the truth nearly slipped past his lips almost as easily as his excuses for yet another superficial injury. When your hand slipped down his arm to tangle your fingers together as you languidly strolled behind Karen and Foggy down the busy streets of New York. When you leaned closer into his side as you sat together in one of the booths at Josie’s, even though you had plenty of room. When you pulled him into a quiet space to help him calm down, being able to tell when he was overstimulated just by a simple look on his face.
When he told you the truth and you didn’t yell at him. You didn’t call him a liar, or express betrayal through verbal daggers. You didn’t question the authenticity of his blindness with the revelation of his heightened senses. You didn’t walk out on him. You stayed.
He should’ve told you that night.
And even though he convinced himself it was safer for you if he kept his heart to himself, deep down he knew he was a coward.
He was scared to lose you. He was afraid that he would push you too far, ask for too much patience, or break one too many promises that he wouldn’t be able to rectify with an apology and good intentions. He was terrified that he would lose you like he’d lost Elektra. He wasn’t sure what was worse; driving you to the point of resentment because of something inside himself he couldn’t tame, or that very thing tearing you away from him for good.
But neither of those things were as bad as having to endure you being happy with someone else.
Foggy had warned him from the beginning. He told Matt from the moment he met you that if he didn’t make a move, someone else was going to. Karen had cautioned him that you wouldn’t wait around forever. They were both exhausted with the drawn out pining between the two of you, secretly scheming to get one of you to cave and confess, until Matt had snuffed out that ember of hope entirely.
Karen had set you up with a coworker of hers with the intention of making Matt finally pull his head out of his ass, but when you had asked for his advice about the date, he’d told you to go.
What a fucking idiot he had been. A selfish part of him didn’t think you were going to actually enjoy yourself. He certainly didn’t think you would entertain a second date, or a third. Matt knew how you felt about him. He wasn’t stupid, and you weren’t subtle. Maybe he thought because you felt the exact same way about him, you wouldn’t actually move on.
Matt wasn’t bothered by the idea of you going on a date, but he was absolutely distraught over the reality of you being in a relationship with someone else. He was devastated by the fact that you had a boyfriend that wasn’t him. That someone else was holding your hand, making you laugh, kissing you. It made him nauseous to think of what else another man was doing to you.
He didn’t think it would last. He kept telling himself that any day now, the nightmare would be over. You would tell him that it was over, and he’d have you all to himself again.
But it had been two months, and Matt was getting nervous. What if you never broke up? What if you loved him? Did you love him more than you loved Matt? Would you marry him?
Fuck, he didn’t think he could handle that. That guy didn’t love you. Not like he did. No one could ever love you like him. No one could ever protect you as well as he could. No one was as right for you as he was. You were supposed to be with him. You were meant to be with him.
Matt gripped his cane so hard his knuckles turned white as your boyfriend placed his hand on your lower back and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He hated that you reacted at all to his touch. But a tiny flicker of hope ignited in his heart knowing that you didn’t react to your boyfriend’s touch like you did to his. He didn’t make you shiver. He didn’t make your heart race. He didn’t make heat spread across the tops of your cheeks.
Maybe he still had a chance.
The second your boyfriend excused himself to the bathroom, Matt was tossing his cane onto the nearest table and practically running towards you, gripping onto your wrist to drag you down the hall to an empty room that he barricaded the two of you in.
“Jesus Christ, Matt! What the hell? You nearly-”
“I lied.”
“What? What are you talking about? You haven’t spoken to me all night-”
“I didn’t want you to go on the date. I don’t want to just be your friend.”
Matt’s own heart rate began to accelerate hearing the way yours started to quickly pound in your chest like thunderous warnings in a stormy sky.
“Matt-”
“I love you.”
As a shaky breath escaped your mouth, Matt tore his glasses away from his face and clutched them tightly in his hand. You always told him you felt like he hid behind them, and he wanted you to be able to see the truth on his face. Taking a step back from him and placing your hand over your forehead, you closed your eyes for a moment as your hands began to tremble.
“Why are you doing this right now?”
“Because I lied to you, and I need you to know the truth.”
“Matthew-”
“Just…listen. Please.”
Matt took several steps forward until he was standing in front of you, swallowing thickly as his hazel eyes blankly stared in your direction, searching his brain for the correct formula of words that would fix his selfish mistake and make you his.
“Okay, here it is. Your choice? It’s simple. Him, or me. And I’m sure he’s really great, but sweetheart…I love you. In a…really…really…big…pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window way, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me. Please…just…tell me I’m not too late.”
Matt tuned out every sound except for the roar of your heart thrashing in his ears, but it paled in volume compared to the silence that rang even louder. He detected a light layer of sweat forming along your hairline, and your nails were dug so deeply into your hands, he could almost feel the blood pushing against the taut, clammy skin of your palm. You exhaled through your nose in a jagged and swift pattern, and there was heat burning in your face, but Matt couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was from right now.
“S-Say something.”
“You’re fucking unbelieveable.”
Matt’s tongue darted out quickly to wet his lips as he shifted his weight onto his other foot, placing his hands on his waist while he cleared his throat and tilted his head in your direction.
“Say…something else.”
Throwing your hands up in defeat, you laughed humorlessly as you turned away from him.
“Six months, Matthew. I waited six months for you-”
“I know-”
“And God, I practically did everything but come right out and say I was in love with you-”
“I know, sweetheart-”
“And after everything, all those times you made me believe there was something more, like I wasn’t crazy and reading too much into things. You know, when you finally told me the truth I thought…I thought this is it. I thought that was the last thing holding you back from me but then-you told me to go out with him-”
“I was scared.”
Matt’s confession halted your furious pacing, and he suddenly felt nervous under the intensity of your unwavering gaze. Dipping his head between his shoulders, he let out a deep sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“People have gotten hurt…because of me. Because of who I really am. I lost-Elektra died in my arms. Twice. I thought…I thought I was protecting you. I thought not being with me…was what was best for you. But…I can’t do it. I thought I could, but I was wrong. I can’t…you can’t be with him. You don’t belong with him, sweetheart. You belong with me.”
“You are the most infuriating man I have ever met in my life.”
The anger had dissipated from your voice, but your heart’s rhythm never faltered, and a melancholic smile glossed over Matt’s lips.
“I know. You still love me?”
An exaggerated sigh flew past your lips as you settled your hands on your hips, shaking your head slowly while staring up at him.
“Well someone has to.”
Matt’s lips parted slightly, and his face morphed into an expression of anticipation feeling the edge of your mouth quirk upwards slowly. He took a cautious step forward, reaching out a hand for yours as an excited grin threatened to take over his entire mouth.
“So…it…it’s me?”
“You know for an Ivy League graduate, you’re not very bright. It’s always been you, Matty.”
The smile that stretched open Matt’s mouth would’ve made you think he had just won a contest, and he didn’t hesitate to rush forward to grab your face in his hands, pulling you in for a long overdue kiss that had you both sighing in content against each other's lips.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“I…I have to tell him.”
Matt’s lips pulled into a mischievous smirk as he wrapped his arm tightly around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest as he nudged his nose against yours.
“Can I tell him?”
“Matthew!”
“What?”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“I’d let him down gently.”
“No you wouldn’t.”
Matt snickered as he lifted his brows slightly in agreement, leaning in to seek out your lips for another greedy kiss.
“No I wouldn’t.”
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Tbh answer I expected. I only bring in taennie to prove my point. Me, you and all others who are not taekookers or have an unnecessary hate boner for blackpink knows they were real pics and videos. But a majority portion is obsessed to prove it was fake because the argument was there were no quality videos/pics where Tae's face was clear and clear pics were edited. Likewise, whoever not jikookers or generally JK shippers knows its real video 🤷♀️
Ik his face wasn't clear. We all know it lol. But other evidences are very clear. Forget about the exact Dora hairstyle he had in that period or black outfit it can be setup, even though the grainy pic you posted looks like JK's silhouette. But his apartment? Same switch boards and couch ? The window ? The mood lamp which color changi order was exactly like his lamp ? His own dog who's tail is not amputed.. walking around him just like bam does ? I didn't even saw karmy who are biggest jikookers trying to prove it was fake 🤷♀️ idk man, all of it seems like too real to be fake especially when we are trying to not be biased while watching Jikook.
Btw, when he posted his latest gcf army saw a cropped Harley jacket which is way petite for him to wear. It obviously belongs to a girl. Forget about hello kitty plushie or two helmets we can ignore them as his. But I don't think he needs a small cropped jacket in his home if there was no girl. I also remember he outlined a female hourglass body in one of his karoke lives... goes along with my point
I'm just asking doubts which I have for long time, was waiting for you to become active, and I'm sure many of jikookers here still have even if they act cool pretending none of these affected them because that's what 99% of jikookers here did that month. While 1% accepted its real and been inactive since. All those back to back things he did and we found out affected me and made me rethink about Jikook.
I'm so flattered that you have been waiting for my come back to ask me about some shadows moving around. I don't know how you did the statistics, but I'm not in that 99% nor the 1%. Maybe you are new here, but I have seen many things real-time, including the Mijoo drama and I know what goes on here.
You started with that video, and I told you any kind of authenticity is questioned when the quality is that horrifying. But eventually you reached the point of trying hard to involve JK with girls and your proof is a kitty plushie or a crop top? Are you serious right now? Is this the best you can to force heterosexualoty on someone? 🤡
I don't and I can't take you seriously because it's getting boring already. Only in the past year JK has been forged into dating with 11 different women (yes, I counted and I have the list) from a random bystander to a staff or even famous idols, just because he breathed the same air with them for half a second. Aren't you tired? I'm genuinly asking.
Btw no one said that girl in Jeju was staff. JK was there with high school friends, (surprise! He attended mixed gender high school), so she was either a friend or a friend's date.
You can keep trying to find a faceless woman for JK and convince yourself that he is a straight fckboy, or you can be creative for once and come up with the Daeun/Jimin furniture theories, but you have to know you are not affecting me or Jikook or anyone else, you are just clowning yourself 👻
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𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!
tagged by: @hoteliisms thank u, gorgeous <3
tagging: @r-adio, @k1zty, @zestials, @videoaux, @pompedia, @yukikorogashi, @gctchell, @stolsas, @clwngasm, @spidersins, i always wanna tag everyone in these. lemme practice some self restraint.
alias / name: helvetica B) some of u call me Oz and I'll accept that, too.
birthday: t-today 👉👈💀
zodiac sign: aries
height: 5'6" physically, 6'2" spiritually
hobbies: driving, traveling, going out, reading+writing, drawing, is animal care a hobby? because ...
favorite color: black purple, green, blue
favorite book: all of my books are packed as i'm in the midst of moving. one of them are percy jackson.
last song: con clavi con dio
last film / show: goddamn, i don't do many series. i usually need convincing before taking up a show. a favorite series was once upon a time and tangled (HB + HH don't count imo). last film was scream.
inspiration: a lazy summary: a lot of old muses are channeled through ozzie, believe it or not. the character inspirations are listed on my blog somewhere (see u good luck, space cowboy if ur gonna search). i think his biggest inspiration aside from characters is his boisterous personality. his charm. authentically healthy type of guy despite having done some dirty work legitimately and symbolically. and he kinda influences/inspires me to be my authentic self. its a practice and a storytelling lol.
story behind url: ozzie canonically chose it. it's his custom license plate. [ everyone ooh's and aah's, so clever ]
fun fact about me: i'm a tattoo fanatic and i'm planning 4 tattoos. might do one of them next week as a birthday gift to myself just need to hit up the artist.
#angel and i bday buddies by a day. AND bloom.#handshaking d for lack of self control lol#── ♡ ❝ love game. ( dashboard prompts )#── ♡ ❝ i can bring the sex appeal. ( ooc )
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I keep meaning to make this meta post and then executive dysfunctioning my way out of it because it feels too big. So let's just start and see where it goes. I can always reblog it with additions later.
Khalila is an interesting Muslim to me, because she's not a stereotype. She's devout, and fierce about it, but she seems to choose which hadith she follows. (More on this in a sec)
I like to interpret this as a deliberate, highly reasoned-out decision but partially a reaction to what is either her upbringing, or the influence of certain family members. To explain my thoughts:
She's from Riyadh, which as we may remember from her hilarious put-down to Dario being racist/Orientalist/anti-Arab, whatever your buzzword is, is a modern, technologically developed city. This indicates certain things about history, which are backed up by the later discovery that the country name is still Saudi Arabia. So its history has been very close to that of our own, which in an absolutely tiny nutshell means that it was unified in 1932 by a member of the Al Saud family. The family had long been in alliance with the Wahhabi/Salafi movement, a reactionary movement largely against European colonialism/imposition of values, which leant hard into things like perfect adherence to the hadiths judged authentic and forbidding reasoning/logic being applied to which of these should be followed.
This is how we got to Saudi Arabia pre about 2017, with its incredibly powerful religious police, separation of men and women, women can't drive/travel anywhere alone/wear anything other than (black) abayas&niqabs or even burkas, stoning, etc etc.
Now, I don't know about you but when I first came across this information, my brain went straight to one particular scene: Khalila's Ink and Bone introduction.
In it, Khalila is being vigorously chaperoned by her uncle, Nasir:
"...when a man moved over to take a seat next to her. He was a rounded fellow, older, expensively dressed in traditional Arab robes ...The uncle gave Jess a warm smile, rose, and gave him a bow in return. It was all very civil, but he wasn't leaving the girl's side, that much was obvious ... the departure of Khalila's uncle. He clearly didn't like leaving his girl to the unwashed masses, but he went with good grace."
(This is also, through sheer elimination, probably the uncle who was a Library inventory for 30 years who she apprentices with, mentioned in S&I)
Khalila is not only chaperoned (the only one to be so) but is wearing a black hijab. Jess not mentioning any other colour makes me convinced that Khalila is actually wearing all black here. I think that she is doing this against her will, as in the entire series we never see her wearing black again after this (apart from adopting the explicitly English mourning custom for Morgan).
Adding this comment that Khalila makes about her uncle -
"Rough company," said Dario. "Unsuitable for an innocent flower like you."
"You sound like my uncle. One can be innocent and not be ignorant, after all."
-- and I am claiming that at the very least, Khalila's uncle is a Salafi Muslim. I dither over whether the rest of Khalila's family is the same, since there's no evidence either way. Given that in our real life history, there has been a huge loosening of restrictions in Saudi Arabia from about 2017, I like the idea that her family in general are more progressive/lenient/different school of thought, and it's just Nasir who is a strict Salafi still. (Poor guy having fucking Rafa for a son.)
Other things that Khalila very quickly goes against that are mentioned or inferred here: being alone with unrelated men and touching the opposite gender. (Having a Christian boyfriend, even chastely, is ... that's a big can of cultural worms lol I'm talking about her being alone with, for example, Jess, and also freely doling out hugs and other physical affection). Hadiths and customs that Khalila does still adhere in the series to include the five prayers, wearing hijab, and calling both tattoos and alcohol haram.)
Anyway. I forgot my point. Basically, freed from the restrictions of her uncle and a religious movement that she clearly does not agree with, Khalila chooses her own way to be a devout and proud independent Muslim woman. Idk. I just love her.
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i know continuing to talk about this is probably not a smart move but now knowing that there's a legit liveblog authenticity debate i am feeling weirded out and want to draw a line under it before it makes me genuinely uncomfortable.
if you believe this liveblog i am doing on my own time with no incentive or reward is some kind of hoax i can't convince you otherwise and that's your prerogative but please just do me a favor and don't engage with the liveblog and certainly don't start debates about it online. from what i've gathered most people who interact with my liveblog are coming from a place of good faith but if there are people who are following along just to watch for evidence that i'm faking it i am asking you to stop following. i do not wish to produce content online for an audience who is only there to tear apart and doubt the entire premise of what i'm doing - that does not make for an enjoyable or encouraging atmosphere in the slightest.
it also doesn't need saying but going as far as to have in-depth discussions about my motives with a liveblog of all things is actually a really odd thing to do - i'm literally just some person online, not some conspiracy to crack open. i can't stop people from doing this but i will say that i do not wish to know if people are doing this. so from now on please do not send me asks/messages talking or joking about this liveblog being a fake or a scam or whatever - i think i can safely say a line is being crossed when there are groups of people online having dedicated discussions solely about this topic. i have no desire to feel scrutinised to such a degree while doing something that's supposed to be for fun and i want it made abundantly clear that i longer want any conversations of this nature brought within my orbit. the way people are going about this is crossing a major boundary for me (i do not think this is an unreasonable boundary to set). if anyone continues to bring this up to me i will block them. i am not sharing my experience reading umineko to be a topic of debate among people like this. it is putting me in a distressing position and i do not want this hanging over my head as i continue to do this liveblog.
to the majority of you who are decent people: i appreciate your kindness and enthusiasm when it comes to discussing this story with me (and i am forever sorry that i am the world's slowest reader). i am really grateful and fortunate that you are here and that you have made this experience infinitely more enjoyable for me. i am sorry that i have to make a post like this but i want this whole thing put to bed before it grows into anything larger so that this liveblog can continue to be as enjoyable as it has been so far. this is my final word on the matter.
#also if you'll let me be petty and a bitch for a minute in the scheme of stories umineko is nowhere near as impenetrable as people claim#literally anyone could come to grips with this story if they took the time to sit down and think through its basic themes/concepts#not my fault this is apparently beyond the capabilities of the average redditor lmao
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Hello. I recently read your fanfic (and in the waking world we wait and want). It is beautiful, and I appreciated the historical accuracy a lot. This is a personal matter, but I thought I would still ask away since it affected me more deeply than expected. I read the part in which Hob realizes what awful things he has done by partaking in the slave trade and then has a nightmare about it. It shocked me because it resembled an experience I had myself. A few years back I had a very vivid dream, in which I had been ordered to shoot some people who were standing in a row in front of me. And when I did, I kept becoming the person I had shot, having to look at myself in the eye while killing, then switching back to the shooter's pov and looking myself in the eye while dying. I also did feel some amount of physical pain, which has never happened to me in a dream before or since. When I woke up I felt sick and vomited.
It took me a while that this might have been about some of my family's involvement in fascism. I am from Italy, and I know (almost by chance, because no one talks about it openly) that several of my great grandparents were fascists, and not in the "going along with it" kind of way. But in the "fervently convinced until their death" way. It is no secret that my country has never properly come to terms with the horrors of the dictatorship, (not in the way Germany did) and that the ideology continues to linger slightly below the surface, hidden by the myth that "Italians are good people". This becomes scary when you look at the elections we had yesterday. Our PM now, Giorgia Meloni, is the closest thing to a fascist to occupy the position since the end of the war. I did not even get to vote, because I'm turning eighteen in a few months.
But I digress. Mostly I just wanted to say I admire the realism of the guilt and grief in this sort of context, and say I was even a bit scared by the accuracy. I assume you've had a similar experience? How did you do it?
First of all, thanks for sharing this. There are definitely a lot of us, myself included, who are eyeing the Italian elections with deep consternation and noting that the current global fad for authoritarianism and right-wing pseudo-fascist (or indeed, openly fascist) populism has by no means subsided. Even after six thousand years, humanity can't break its old bad habit, in times of plague, war, economic upheaval, social turmoil etc, to gravitate to the authoritarian strongman figure who promises to "fix everything" and tell them who to blame (even if this is obviously not who is really to blame). Every country has its own troubled history with this paradigm, and many of them (Italy, America, the UK, Russia, etc etc) have definitely not owed up to it at all and are repeating the same old pattern and causing even more damage with them yet again.
As for Hob and the dream, I have never had an experience quite like that, but also, I felt it was authentic and necessary for the story. First, I feel that a lot of people, to some extent understandably, skip over or generally minimize this part, whether due to feeling uncomfortable with how to deal with it, liking Hob as a character and not wanting to dwell on his (MAJOR) failings, seeing him as uncomplicatedly "good," etc. It also reflects the fact that there's a pervasive tendency among all kinds of people to come up with excuses as to why their participation in bad systems isn't actually as "bad" as everyone else (as we saw Hob doing with all his rationalizations and excuses in the previous chapter). Because he has a boring office job in London and just balances books and moves money around and isn't out there on the plantation or on the ship himself, surely he isn't "really" involved in slavery, right? Even if he knows that is the system he's ultimately working for and how he makes his money, surely he's "not as guilty" as the obviously evil/oppressive bad guys, right? What use would it do if he personally quit his job, when there's such a huge and worldwide industry that he alone can make no real impact on? Etc. etc.
The point of the dream, therefore, is to show Hob -- viscerally, personally, unavoidably -- what he has been enabling with all his deliberate excuses and his unwillingness to admit that his conscious participation (and profit) has directly contributed to these outcomes. Hob doesn't do it because he's a Bad Person, but that's the point. The aren't Good People and Bad People; there are people who do things, and people in every age who are willing to go along with systems of oppression because they can find a way to make it personally make sense to them. As Hob points out in his excuse-making stage, these people go to church! They have families! They give money to beggars! They donate their huge fortunes, made from the profits of slavery, to found universities and libraries and other institutions to improve human knowledge! This "slavery philanthropy" is technically good, right? You can ignore the absolutely evil reasons for its existence if the money does good when it's redistributed, right? That's why Hob also tries to make himself feel better by handing out lots of money to friends and the poor and people down on their luck. If he's in a position to do that, and help out people in need the way he used to be, surely it's not terribly, unfathomably wrong to do this, RIGHT?
And of course, he's wrong. He's not a "lesser" or "lesser evil" participant just because he had an office job in London instead of a plantation overseer in Barbados. In fact, as Hob also points out once he comes to his senses, that makes it worse, because he deliberately kept himself away from the worst reality of it. Deep down, he knew that if he was put face to face with the full extent of it, he wouldn't be able to continue making excuses and keep his comfortable job and nice life, and he wanted to do that more than he wanted to do the right thing. So once he is in fact forced to experience, even in a nightmare, exactly what he's done to the people that his firm made money off by exploiting and enslaving, there's absolutely no question of him continuing to deny it or pretend it wasn't as agonizingly evil as it was. But feeling bad alone isn't enough. He needs to do something about it, and he can never stop doing something about it. He can't just sit there in his guilt and wallow and feel sorry for himself. He needs to ACT.
And he does! To his credit, he does! He sells his house and all his stuff and he joins abolitionist societies and he goes out on the streets and talks to people who don't want to hear it, he encounters wealthy business owners making the same excuses he was, he hates them because he realizes that he WAS them, and he is horrified about how easy it was to slide into that morally absent place, because it was just so much money. He works for William Wilberforce and helps him pass the anti-slave trade and anti-slavery acts, and those are tangible accomplishments. He goes to America and fights for the Union at Antietam and Gettysburg, and is horribly wounded at the latter battle to the point that it takes even him, immortal, several months to recover. So at some point, you would ask, has he not atoned sufficiently? Has he done enough? Can he stop being a good person now, and go back to doing... whatever?
The point of Hob, though, is that he realizes that he can't. He has to keep choosing to do good for himself, on a personal and individual level, and he has to balance that against his original impulse to get as much Stuff as possible, because he was born as a medieval peasant in the middle of the Black Death and things have always been something that can be taken away. Of course he felt for the first several hundred years that the only point of immortality was to get enough Stuff that he would always be comfortable and not have to worry about experiencing that kind of deprivation again. But after 400+ years, he finally gets that is not what the human experience is about at all -- especially if you want to be able to look yourself in the eye for the rest of eternity when you're going to have to live with yourself and see exactly how those choices are going to play out. You have to be kind and do the right thing for yourself, and not because you're expecting any kind of reward, and when indeed you might experience punishment. You have to be willing to let go of your shallow materialism and see the larger picture, and that's what Hob finally does. Which is why he and Dream are finally, when they see each other again in 2022, actually in a place where they might be good partners for each other. Hob has grown up and become kinder and more universally minded, and Dream has come down off his haughty pedestal and discovered more compassion for individual humanity, despite his long ordeal being stuck in the fishbowl.
Anyway, I find that a much more emotionally resonant, complicated, and interesting arc for Hob than just "he's always been a good person and it's easy for him" because... he hasn't been! He's a representation of the good and bad of humanity alike, and he didn't become immortal just because he was always some shining moral exemplar. He had to struggle with it, to learn what he was supposed to do with it, to be forced to live forever with the consequences of his worst mistakes as well as his greatest joys, and figure out what he was going to do about it. He has to critically interrogate the history he has lived through, the history he has enabled even as one man, and what he's going to do differently going forward, and that is what I love about him.
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