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megalony · 2 years

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Love goes three ways- Part 3

tomI took a break from this series when it didn’t seem like anyone was interested but I had loads ready and it feels so good to write for this series again. I hope you all enjoy it, feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: Harrison feels like a third wheel, in love with (Y/n) when she’s in a relationship with Tom. But relationships between them all become strained and put to the test when the boys help (Y/n) recover from a stroke.

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Where was he?

Sadness bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest that was already flooded with every emotion she could and would ever feel. She was overwhelmed with emotions but sadness and anger were the ones she could feel the most. She had messaged Harrison three days ago, two days ago, yesterday and today and no matter what she said or how many times she texted him, she didn't gain any response.

Why was he ignoring her? Had she upset him by not telling him to stay that first day in the hospital when he had hurriedly left? Was he upset that she didn't try to stop him when he had been so close to kissing her? Did he think that she should have had sense when he didn't and told him that what they were about to do was wrong?

Maybe he was repulsed by her now.

But then again, if the way she looked and how deteriorated she was really repulsed him, why would he try and kiss her?

She was sad to see, he had been crying when he had been here with her, she had called out his name again and again until someone finally realised what she was saying and brought him to her. Then he cried, he was broken to see her in such a state and he clearly couldn't bring himself to see her when she was crumpled down like this. That's why he is ignoring her.

Jealousy.

That little green-eyed monster was creeping up the back of (Y/n)'s neck and dwelling in the pit of her stomach. She was jealous that he was somewhere else with someone else and not with her. Why was (Y/n) even bothered by the fact that Harrison wasn't here?

Tom was here, he had been here with her since he came back that day last week. He had stayed with her, gone home to get washed and changed and then come straight back to her. His parents and brothers had been here, they had kindly brought her grandma down to see her everyday and made sure she was never alone.

But today she was going home. She was going home and for some strange, uncertain reason, (Y/n) was yearning for Harrison to be here with her for her to go home.

"Are you ready to go?"

Casting her eyes up, (Y/n) looked at Tom who stood leaning in the doorway of her room, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his lips curved into a gentle, loving smile.

"Yeah," (Y/n) outwardly cringed at how horrid her words sounded, she was drunk in a bar trying and failing to ask for another drink.

It felt horrid that her mouth wasn't under her control, she could feel it slanting down at the side but she couldn't pull the muscles back up. It was almost funny, (Y/n) had never had to think about keeping her mouth in a straight line and she didn't even realise her muscles were always working so her lips didn't slope down to one side like this. Now she couldn't even force her lips back into their usual shape.

Her words sounded slurred, broken, quiet and mixed with spit and she hated it. She wasn't a toddler, (Y/n) knew how to speak and pronounce words but she was now being told that she was going to need to come back to the hospital twice a week for speech therapy and then again another two times for physical therapy. On Tuesdays she would go to speech therapy then straight to physical therapy, then the same on a Friday so she wasn't coming back to the hospital almost every day of the week.

"Okay honey, here are your meds to take home, some workout sheets you can do at home and some little weights and bits you can take with you."

The nurse (Y/n) had come to know as Hilda walked past Tom, patting his shoulder before she placed the plastic bag of meds into (Y/n)'s duffel bag and put a carrier bag down next to it for her to take with her.

The staff had been amazing with (Y/n), they had dealt with all her moods, with her lashing out when they only tried to help her to the toilet or for a wash. She hit the medication pot out of Hilda's hand at one point and she simply smiled and sat talking to her until she calmed down. They had done their very best for her and (Y/n) would be forever grateful, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to any of them while she had been here for a week. She shook her head, waved her good hand at them or moaned at them.

"Let's get you up and off on your way." Hilda moved her arms out towards (Y/n) in an attempt to try and get her up off the edge of the bed but she pulled her arms back when (Y/n) roughly shook her head and pulled her right shoulder away from her.

"I can d-do it."

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) leaned her weight onto her right hand that was pressed down into the mattress and slowly shuffled her bum off the edge, her weight shifting to her feet. It felt strange to stand up and have her left leg be completely numb and trembling beneath her. One half of her body was hers and the other half had been replaced with that of a baby that couldn't stand, hold their weight, sit up or babble yet.

A sense of pride and achievement bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest at the fact that she was stood up on her own two feet without a nurse or Tom there holding her up making her feel like a fake.

Her body slowly turned to the left where the crutches were leaning against the wall for her to take home with her. But she couldn't move properly without them, she couldn't hop because her left side lagged behind and made her fall, it was like hauling another person around that was limp and lifeless.

A gasp flew from (Y/n)'s lips when she tried shuffling her right side towards the crutches but unbalanced her other side in the process. She shuffled, flew then slumped down to the floor, landing on the left side of her body that didn't even feel any pain.

(Y/n) couldn't push herself up when her good side wasn't properly on the floor. She pressed her forehead against the floor to try and push some of her weight up just as she felt Tom's hands on her sides and his body kneeling next to her.

"Baby- baby please just let me help you up." Tom could feel the tears falling from his burning eyes when (Y/n) tried wriggling out of his grip. He knew she wanted to do this on her own and he was so, so proud of her for that but there were just things she couldn't do alone yet. She couldn't expect to be able to do everything as before and help herself without any assistance. (Y/n) needed to learn to accept help where it was necessary like this.

The scream that passed through (Y/n)'s lips made Tom coil in on himself and shrink against her but he couldn't let go of her.

Despite her screams and pleas, Tom secured his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, holding her back to his chest before he pulled them both up to their feet. His lips pressed to the back of her head against her hair, silent, hushing words passing through his lips while Hilda got the crutches and handed them to (Y/n).

Her hand pushed them away before she tried to turn in Tom's arms, not even being able to do that anymore made her scream harder. Her voice drowned out in Tom's chest but she kept screaming anyway because he was listening. Someone was listening to her pleas for help, for her life to be given back to her the way it should be.

"Shh baby, I've got you."

She could feel him kissing her forehead, gently swaying them side to side and the little nothings he was whispering in her ear made her eyes water. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Tom's arms were doing much more than simply stopping her from falling again and he knew it, he was holding all of her broken pieces together, praying they didn't fall apart.

This wasn't going to be easy.

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All (Y/n) wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for eternity until she could wake up and have her body back to normal, back under her own control.

Why were they here?

Pent up anger, frustration and white rage boiled to the surface of (Y/n)'s skin until she was starting to have a cold sweat and steam was coming from her ears. What were they doing here in her home? Why was Tom's mum fluttering round the kitchen making drinks? Why was his dad laughing and chatting away to Paddy while the twins were laughing at something on their phones?

This wasn't a welcome home party. (Y/n) hadn't been away on holiday or somewhere for college or been away at uni. She hadn't just had a baby that they were welcoming home. It wasn't her birthday. She hadn't just moved into the apartment with Tom. It wasn't an anniversary for them or anyone else so there was no reason for everyone to be crowding round here chatting and laughing like nothing was wrong in the world.

They shouldn't be here in her home like they were partying when really they were here to see how she was and watch her settle in like spectators paying to see a show.

"Oh sweetheart you're back. How are you?"

(Y/n) couldn't bring herself to look at Nicki who was always so loving and like the mother she never had. She couldn't give her an answer because Nicki wouldn't be able to understand what she was saying and a smile wasn't even something she could do anymore.

She opted to simply hobble into the apartment instead, putting the crutches in front of her, hopping on her right foot and then dragging her left foot and leg behind her like a dead weight. The little tricks and exercises they showed her to try and get her leg back in action was too much hassle right now when she wanted to be quick and hurry away from everyone.

For a few moments, all eyes were watching her, seeing her reactions, watching her expressions and trying to work out where she was going and what she was trying to do. But then the conversations slowly started back up again when Tom shook his head at his family. They were to act like nothing had happened, this was a normal family gathering that (Y/n) wasn't at the centre of, to make her feel more relaxed in her own home.

With a grunt and a frustrated growl, (Y/n) hazardly threw the crutches away from her, watching them crash into the coffee table and rattle the coasters and two mugs resting there but she didn't care. The noise made everyone freeze and it was like irony that she didn't want their attention but liked their panicked expressions when they watched her act like a spoilt child.

She flopped down onto the sofa, not caring that it wasn't a particularly comfy position. Her hips twisted and bent with her lower legs hanging over the side of the sofa but her upper half laid out on the sofa like someone had moved her in her sleep.

"Here," Harry whispered quietly, placing a cup of herbal tea down on the coffee table before handing (Y/n) the tv remote, knowing she wanted to be in her own world right now.

She stayed silent but her eyes seemed to thaw a little which gave Harry the thanks she couldn't verbalise.

(Y/n) felt herself drifting in her own world, their voices faded into nothing, their hustling around her were ignored and even when her name was quietly mentioned, (Y/n) didn't have the will to care or try and listen to them. She stared blankly at the tv, watching an old Mickey Mouse movie on the kids channel so she could drift into her mind. She was already accepting the fact that from now on, she would be stuck in her mind which would be her sanctuary and her insanity.

A wave of affection and sadness rushed through (Y/n) when Tom came over to her, resting his hand on her hip before he leaned and placed a straw in her cup of tea. Harry hadn't realised that if she tried to drink out the cup, it would dribble and spill down her shirt. A straw was her lifeline for drinks at the moment.

(Y/n) found herself almost asleep on the sofa until a hand gently swatted at the back of her thigh before the fingers started to dance up her leg, over her hip and along her arm. Then she felt the sofa thud when a body flopped down next to her head and sank into the deep, plush cushions.

"Hey there sunshine."

A gurgling gasp left (Y/n)'s lips at that soft voice she had only heard in her dreams for a week now.

She couldn't properly tilt her head up but when she managed it, her eyes locked on Harrison. His big blue doe eyes staring down at her, his lips curved into the most gentle, melting smile she had seen on him in weeks that made her want to smile too. His eyes were hiding purple circles beneath them that were tinged red which also coloured the whites of his eyes too.

He looked tired beyond belief, his eyes older than their years and the creases in his skin showed he was out of energy but he was still smiling at her.

"You're here... I... I thought y-you didn't want to see me." Her words were very slow, calculated and sounded like they were spoken through a tunnel with the wrong echoes coming back to her. She could see him straining to understand what she was telling him but he worked out each word she said.

"I felt bad, I was wrong to... I was wrong and I couldn't do anything to help you. You needed to recover so it was best to let Tom help but I won't ignore your messages anymore."

Harrison's eyes flitted around the room, checking who was listening or close by before he changed his words. He had been wrong to try and kiss (Y/n) and he was hoping she thought it was just in the spur of the moment after thinking the worst for her life. He couldn't have her knowing how much he loved her, she had to focus on recovering and getting better and she had Tom and his family for that, Harrison couldn't give her any extra stress right now.

"You wanna sit up?"

(Y/n) nodded before she pushed her forehead into the sofa and pressed her right hand down to try and shuffle herself up. Her chest tightened and a squeak got swallowed down when she felt Harrison's shoulder suddenly press just under her collar bone. He leaned close to her before gently nudging her with a cheesy grin like he was a dog helping her up with his nose.

His shoulder was a resting post helping to push her without him actually grabbing at her and doing it for her, allowing (Y/n) to push herself up and flop back into the sofa sitting upright.

"Baby, mum's making some lasagne, you want some?" Tom smiled over at Harrison, patting his shoulder before he sat down on (Y/n)'s other side. He could feel his smile start to slip away when (Y/n)'s face seemed to fall and she shook her head. "You need to eat, you haven't had a lot recently."

Lasagne was something (Y/n) loved and it was also something soft and very easier for her to eat. She had to have soft foods at the moment until she built back the strength and control in her jaw and facial muscles to eat properly.

(Y/n) didn't want to eat.

She didn't want people cutting up her food for her, observing her as she ate and watching if she could manage. She could eat fine with her right hand but she had to have small mouthfuls because her mouth was still drooped to the side and it meant if she had a full mouth the food would pass through her lips. She felt like a child with people wanting to spoon-feed her and watch her so she didn't choke. Even when having a drink she seemed to spill it either from the cup or from her lips and get it everywhere.

"Come on sunshine, Nicki's food is legendary." Harrison rested his elbow on the back of the sofa and his head on his hand, smiling gently over at (Y/n) but their persuasions didn't seem like they were going to work.

"This isn't me, I'm not li..living like this."

A sadness washed over Tom, his eyes locking with Harrison whose smile faded and was replaced with sorrow.

He leaned over and kissed (Y/n)'s cheek before taking her hand in his to try and give them both a sense of comfort.

(Y/n) couldn't live like this, she wouldn't allow herself to continue like this. Her mind was already made up and she didn't care what anyone said or tried to do to persuade her otherwise. She was going to go to physio and speech therapy, she was going to do her best and work as much as she could to get herself back to how she was before the stroke. But if it took too long or it wasn't working, (Y/n) wasn't going to live like this.

Dying would be better than this warped existence.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild imagine #harrison osterfeild fluff #harrison osterfeild x reader #imagine #tom holland #tom x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #love goes three ways

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demigods-posts · 4 months

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i once saw this video on tiktok basically saying that percy gets annoyed with monsters more than he gets scared of them because of his years of experience. and i honestly fuck with it. like, this man only feels true fear when the stakes are high as shit, like if the world or his loved ones' lives are on the line. other than that, he's just slightly spiffed that this hellhound bothered him because he and annabeth have a lunch date. or he's only mildly annoyed because he's just trying to spend time with grover on their "bestie tuesday's" but has to hit pause because an empousa decided they wanted a rematch.

#percy just very casually being op #but in the most believeable way #because a lot of the monsters he fights nowadays are just monsters he's already fought three or four times #so this man just does a quick:#🤺🤺 bitch begone! 🤺🤺#and then goes back to scarfing down a hoagie like its nothing #and i love him #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #percy jackson #pjo headcanon #op percy jackson

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craqueluring · 1 year

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hannibal loved will graham so much. like genuinely so much. he had presumably over 10 years of stability in baltimore and will graham comes into his life and he just devotes everything to him. devoted everything to guiding will to be what hannibal thought would make will the happiest. because hannibal finally found someone who was his equal. he finally found someone who could see him, completely and utterly, for who he was. he found someone he could relate to ("i see myself in will"). he finally found someone he wanted to be his companion. he found someone he could trust. (bedelia's "it's nice when someone sees us. it requires trust. trust is difficult for you" and hannibal's "i let you see me". He Trusted Will Enough To Let Him See Him) which had probably never happened before. or at least not to this degree. and right when he thought will finally returned this love and was accepting his love, and that they could be a family together with abigail, he figured out will had lied to him. and that was so crushing to him, so world ending, he destroyed his entire life in baltimore. and after everything that happened in italy, he massacred the verger estate to save himself and will. and when will rejected him, it felt so final and total that hannibal put himself in prison for THREE YEARS so will would always knew where he was, in the hopes that will would eventually come back to him. and then will did. and then will killed dolarhyde with him and revelled in it. and will finally called everything that hannibal had wanted for them, hannibal's way of expressing his love, beautiful. and hannibal was so happy, so complete, he let will pull them both off a cliff, because he was finally with will, truly and totally. will was all he ever wanted. he didnt need anything else

#thinking about this show from hannibals perspective makes my heart ache #he was so in LOVE #and his way of showing it is so fucked up but he was so in love #and yes i know his own amusement goes hand in hand with a lot of the things he does #but the love was always there as a motivator #hannibal wasnt amused or entertained for three years in a glass box in prison he couldve been doing ANYTHING else #but no #he didnt want to do anything else if it didnt involve will #so he waited for will #for three years #god im so. i cant do this #pluto speaks #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal #will graham #hannigram #mine

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kyouka-supremacy · 4 months

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Again the sickness speaking but here's something that has been going through my mind since forever:

I feel like a good way to mitigate a lot of discontent with the doa arc ending and in general the whole Dazai-being-flawless issue bsd has going on is by comparing bsd to Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle. Please bear with me for two minutes.

When Sherlock Holmes was being published, people were intrigued and enamoured by Holmes' brilliant and charming, crimes-solving figure. People read the stories for the pure joy of being left gaping at his superhuman wits again and again; they didn't want to see him fail, they wanted to be shocked and amazed by his genius. When Holmes died and then came back, nobody lamented it being unrealistic, because realism was not what people were reading the books for! They were reading to be impressed, to cheer for the hero and then take satisfaction in seeing him turn out victorious. That's the author-reader deal that was made there: to impress and to enjoy being impressed.

As of recently I feel like we've been asking from bsd something it never promised us in the first place. Maybe it's just not that kind of series! Maybe it's more about surprising the reader with how the hero is going to make it and less about highlighting his flaws and insecurities. And like, that's okay! That's why Dazai getting away with it isn't it him getting away with it “again”, it's just how bsd is; in a way, it's what makes bsd bsd.

I think it really clicked with me like it never did before when I watched the last episode of season 5; because the arc ending felt so shocking and unpredictable, very deus-ex-machina trope, a little underwhelming in its lowering the stakes that were there the whole time, and yet so extremely on brand with bsd, I didn't even have it in me to be disappointed. It was so similar to the Guild's arc ending and even more to the Cannibalism arc ending, and maybe it really is just a pattern, maybe it really is what bsd aspires to be, and that's okay too.

Also, I can't stretch this enough: if it's not your cup of tea, that's fine. I can't say it's mine either. But I feel like criticizing bsd now for how it's always been falls quite short, because it really feels like demanding from it what it never promised to deliver in the first place. That's just as far as my current perception of the series goes, though, so feel free to disagree with me on this.

#Btw this is not me comparing Holmes character with Dazai character.#Holmes character is something Dazai character will never be (respectful of women)#The also real difference between Holmes and Dazai is that one author loathes the character with everything that's in them–#and the other author loves the character with everything that's in them #I've also briefly mentioned before that Atsushi is a very Watson-like figure in the way it uses as someone deeply human‚#sympathetic to the reader and that the reader can see themselves in‚#plot device so that Holmes has someone he can explain his deduction to and with his awe further underlines and uplifts Holmes' genius #Also sassy #osamu dazai #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd s5 #Wow and here's me putting my season 5 thoughts down after three months. Took a raging fever for me to do so #To be fair when the episode dropped everyone was a bit crazy over the ending for one reason or the other #So back then I felt like waiting things to chill out first #mine #I often find superfluous to end posts with “feel free to disagree with me on this” because it's so obvious and expected it goes unsaid #But I suppose sometimes it bears repeating...

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quietwingsinthesky · 3 months

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of ten’s companions, if the doctor couldn’t handle losing them and crossed his own timeline to trick them into traveling with future!him instead of past!him so that he’d have a little more time with them:

rose would do it. first because bless her but she has the situational awareness of a rock, and legitimately would not realize this isn’t her doctor until his facade starts to break down and he starts bleeding grief-laced love for her at every turn. but once she does realize it, she’s both deeply sympathetic and a little scared that she could make him into this. it’s a lot to be confronted with having that much power over someone, to break them so thoroughly. rose would try to get back to her doctor, but while she’s with the future version, she tries to do what she can to ease his pain. (she also tries to figure out a way to subvert her fate. she fails.)

i think martha would be harder to trick. she can smell desperation on the doctor like a bloodhound. she is so tapped into the fact that this man wants to off himself so bad and that she’s 90% of his self-restraint, so present her with a doctor who is lacking that and she’s onto him immediately. however, assuming he gets her to come with him, explains why he’s doing this, there’s like. a minute where she’s kind of. not flattered exactly, but surprised, giddy with the realization that he’d come back for a little more time with her, especially if this is early season 3 martha. which would all come crashing down around the time that he reveals that he wasn’t pushed to this by losing her to some tragedy or her death or anything- but that she chose to leave. that is the point at which martha goes ‘oh i need to get the fuck off of this tardis right now’ and ghosts the past!doctor that she was also traveling with because holy shit, man.

donna, like rose, is easily bamboozled into following the wrong doctor home, provided that he shuffles her along into his tardis too fast for her to argue. but she catches on far quicker than rose does. like, three minutes tops of watching the doctor move through the tardis in a way that’s definitely not enthusiastic piloting and looks more like guilty panic. and then she yells at him for lying to her. and she yells at him for kidnapping her. and then she stops yelling because he’s gone sort of still and quiet and his eyes are just broken. and he doesn’t explain himself, he confesses. donna is going to try to stay with him after this btw. because how do you go back to looking your best friend in the eyes when you know he’d take everything you’ve become away from you, even to save your life? and this is still the doctor, he still did that to her, but he regrets it. regrets it so much that he can’t live with it, he’s breaking time and space just to hear her say his name again. and donna doesn’t want to lose him anymore than he wanted to lose her.

#i am so enthralled by this concept you have no idea #also like. i mentioned in rose’s section how this is a genuinely scary situation for her.#but to be clear. it is for all three of them the moment they realize that this Is Not Their Doctor #because theyre suddenly on a ship going through time ans space with. almost a stranger. and one who has proven that he’s break laws #fundamental to his worldview rather than let them go #doctor who #rose tyler #martha jones #martha girl get the fuck out of there oh my god #the doctor comes out looking the worst in her section rip to him for not handling her leaving him in a normal and healthy way very well #i think it would be very funny if the doctor said goodbye to her and then immediately went. ‘oh! right! martha is the only thing keeping me #from jumping off a cliff! brb i need to get martha back at whatever cost!’ sir go to therapy #donna noble #also also to be clear im not trying to insult rose in her section thats just how she is #remember that time her boyfriend turned into plastic in front of her and she. didnt notice. or that time the doctor was being strangled in #the other room and she. didnt notice.#rose tyler girl that you are. you never know what the fuck is going on around you and i love you for that. how are you still alive.#REMEMBER THAT TIME SHE GOT BACK FROM AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION AND DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THE DALEK ABOUT TO SHOOT THE DOCTOR IN THE FACE #ROSE TYLER. GIRL. LOOK LEFT AND RIGHT BEFORE CROSSING A STREET AT LEAST #donna’s here is the most fucked up i think because even if this situation is ‘resolved’ and she goes back to her doctor like. how does she #keep going with that fact in the back of her mind at all times. that he can and will do this to her. that he’ll take himself and everything #else away from her while she begs him not to.#angst <3

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padawansuggest · 2 months

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Okay. So. I was on tiktok and I remembered that live wedding painters exist.

And that made me obviously think of other live things that could be painted. And I have a one track mind so I obviously landed on Jedi ceremonies.

Which made me straight up tear up if Quinlan had a live painting done of knighting Aayla in a somewhat longer than usual ceremony so they had enough time for the artist to do the background (maybe Room of a Thousand Fountains because I don’t think they should all happen in the council chambers) and Quinlan and their lineage all there and Obi and Ani (Ani is here for big sister Aayla, Quinlan just Happens To Be There ugh) and all that stuff.

And I think that Quinlan would be able to touch that painting years down the line and still feel like he’s in that moment even tho his baby girl is all grown up and flown the nest, she’s right there looking up at him as he knights her.

-tag this as post O66 and I’ll kick ur ass it’s not about that I’m here for fix it fics not that stain-

#yeah I’m thinking of making a banner that says order 66 compliant replies will be blocked lol #like I don’t care just give me sappy dad Quinlan #also they met the wedding painter at a collaring ceremony on Alderaan where Bail and Breha put a collar on Obi #does it matter why??? yes it’s because he’s their kitten and they don’t have three way marriages on Alderaan for royals right now #so Quinlan can touch that painting too and feel like he’s still watching his baby brother get taken care of #star wars #obi wan kenobi #quinlan vos #aayla secura #Obi hires them again for knighting Anakin which really goes a long way to making Ani realize how loved he is #fix it fic #Cody can join their relationship later lol he’s a switch #he’s also a bratling tho bail and Breha love him

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superloves4 · 2 months

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Something that compels me so much about Maglor/Luthien is that if you change Beren with Maglor, the quest for the silmaril becomes so much more juicy

Because, yeah, on one hand it's still a suicide quest designated to either make Maglor give up Luthien or die in the process of the quest, thus freeing Luthien.

But on the other hand, this is Maglor's family treasure he is asking as bride price (which also makes it an actually accurate as a bride price is supposed to be something the groom's family already has yk), Thingol is asking Maglor to give him the whole reason the Feanorians even left Aman in the first place, the thing Feanor died trying to re-take, the reason he has been fighting for years.

Not to mention that depending on how you decide to read the oath, Thingol is asking him to not only curse himself but his entire family for Luthien, asking him if a life with Luthien is worth eternal damnation.

#the original is a fairy tale #maglor/luthien is a tragedy #I love it so much more if their marriage doesn't fix the story #celegorm imprisoning luthien could be him thinking she had tricked his brother #also rather than someone getting cocky #(not using the character name so it won't end up in the tags)#it would make sense in many ways that maglor would try to get all three silmarils #you don't even need to lose the singing to namo #in tragedy version you can have mags dying #then luthien goes and bargains to exchange place with him #leading to maglor returning to life alone #breaking relations with doriath as thingol sees it as maglor taking his daughter away from him #(maybe dior can be daeron's son it's the only dunno of this whole thing)#(i have a soft spot for gil-galad son of maglor/luthien anyway)#maglor/luthien #maglor #feanorians #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm #silmaril

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nikikikiko · 3 months

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Hello potentially dying or dead Soul Eater fandom I bring to you : Liz, Patty and Kid sibling bond have me in a chokehold and the manga is giving absolute BREADCRUMBS i am dying

#death the kid #soul eater #liz thompson #patty thompson #soul eater manga #why are they the way that they are #and why cant i have more of them #i would just love to see more goofy moments of these three being siblings #found family yall its beautiful #kid breaking out into skateboard tricks while patty is trying to shoot someone sent me into ORBIT #AND THEN SHE GOES ALONG WITH IT how can you tell me they're not siblings

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 8 months

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This is a part of Felix I really like. When it comes to Rodrigue, as long as Rodrigue is safe, Felix is his usually tsun self... but as soon as anything dangerous happens to him (in both games) Felix gets anxious.

It's a nice detail because it makes sense for him to feel that way after losing Glenn, and since this is in VW, he's also, presumably at this point, lost Dimitri. It makes sense that if something felt off about his family (i.e. Dimitri is basically his brother, thus family. Dimitri literally sees Rodrigue as his second father) that he would get uncomfortable.

What I love about it is how much it speaks to his real feelings. He can act uppity and vocal all he wants, but as soon as something happens to these people he claims he doesn't like or care about, it makes him antsy. For all the nonsense he talks about them, as soon as something happens to them, he struggles to accept it (such as why, in his AM advice box note, you have to tell him that that's just the way life is sometimes when he's grieving about his father).

For all of Felix's complaining about Rodrigue, as soon as Rodrigue suddenly isn't able to update him regularly or communicate with him during a war, he becomes uneasy. He's not suddenly grateful like oh finally the old man shut up. He gets nervous that they've suddenly had little to no contact. He's unsettled not knowing what's going on with Rodrigue.

I love this line because it's who Felix really is, without all the posturing. He'll act tough and angry in front of them, but as soon as something goes wrong, he wants to know what's happening. He's afraid of not knowing what's going on. He's afraid that the Kingdom could be in a bad situation, or worse for him, that his father could be in a dangerous situation.

If he didn't care about Faerghus or his father anymore, why would it bother him not to get updates? If Rodrigue was in contact with Felix despite Felix being in the Alliance army, Rodrigue obviously had no issue with that and still took the time and effort to remain in contact with him. Plus, if Felix says this now, it means they'd been pretty regularly exchanging information up to that point and it's just recently started to go quiet, and Felix is uncomfortable with that. He wants to know what's happening.

It's so rare that he acts like this, but when he does it's very powerful. It's sincere and genuine - something he usually is not. He hides his feelings about people if they're safe in front of him. If they're not in front of him and could be in danger, he's worried.

I just wish we had more lines like this because they're so good for his character and help to get him past the issue Houses often has with tropey aspects of characters being their entire personality. In Hopes it's handled significantly better imo, but before we had AG Felix we only really had crumbs of who Felix really was and the parts of himself that he hid from others.

#DCB Three Houses Run #here in this house we love when felix actually shows that he cares and worries abt his father #and also dimitri bc like regardless of what he says dimitri is... basically his step brother #just bc it's not ''official'' doesn't mean dimitri doesn't basically see it that way #i.e. he sees rodrigue as his father and well... considering his childhood and how families work #would reasonably see felix as his step brother. felix doesn't like to admit it but #i think he's accepted that and that's why what dimitri goes through bothers him so much #obviously felix is TERRIBLE at handing mentally ill ppl but... he doesn't like seeing dimitri like that #to him those two are still his family and i appreciate that in vw he's extremely conflicted and #very nervous and upset about what's happening in faerghus

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spacedace · 1 year

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Here have some fluffy Jon/Damian/Elle (Super Serious Chaos? Super Serious Chaos) where Jon & Elle bully exhausted pre-vet college student Damian into taking a nap with the cruel application of cuddles on the couch:

Jon’s hand was wide and warm against his back as the Kryptonian absently swiped it along Damian’s spine. Meanwhile Elle was intent on gently dragging her nails along Damian’s scalp, fingers soft through his hair. Between the two of them, the soft couch they’d bullied him into getting when they moved into the apartment and the slant of sunlight they were currently all laying in, Damian didn’t have a chance.

He was supposed to be studying. He had an exam next week for his zoology course and it didn’t matter if he knew the information front to back, he was going to get a perfect grade. But then Jon had splayed out on their plush and over-sized couch with some documentary about scientists attempting to grow seeds discovered preserved in permafrost. And Elle had been pestering him about shrimp posture at his desk - he had perfect posture, thank you he was just making sure to get close enough to his study material, his back hurt because he had patrol last night, nothing else - so he’d allowed her to herd him over to study in the living room instead.

And it was a law of the universe that a Kryptonian wearing soft fleece Robin-themed pajamas basking in the sun was always going to be the most comfortable place for a Bat to perch. So he’d sat down beside his boyfriend - no he had not flopped, he’d simply allowed gravity to do the work for him, it was energy conservation, it was practical - and prepared to study as Elle took her own spot curled up sideways in Jon’s lap with her legs tossed over Damian’s. Sun-sleepy Kryptonian’s were an ideal landing place for ghosts with fire cores as well, obviously.

Somewhere along the line his significant others had conspired against him.

It was the only explanation for how his notes ended up tossed on the coffee table haphazardly while he laid face down across the couch in a nest of pillows with his head in Elle’s lap and Jon’s arm curling over his back, eyes drooping as he lost the battle with sleep. Titus, the traitor, had hopped up to lay against his legs, a heavy warm weight drawing him further and further down. Elle had started humming a song somewhere along the time she’d begun playing with his hair, and Jon was giving those low - near imperceptible - rumbling purrs he gave off when content as he traced patterns along Damian’s back.

This was pay back for staying out until five last night on patrol even though he had a class at seven-thirty. He’d told them he would be fine, he’d done far worse on far less sleep. Timothy routinely juggled a dozen or so projects at a time with just an hour or so of sleep ever few days and Damian was far more competent than him. That argument - for all his grumbled weak protests in the face of Jon and Elle’s unimpressed and worried expressions could be called an argument - had apparently not swayed them though. He was fairly certain Jon had texted the family group chat - Damian’s phone had been confiscated upon stumbling returning home from Gotham U on the grounds that he would end up running off to try and join in on one of the cases one of his siblings mentioned if he was allowed to keep it, again - to ban him from patrols for the rest of the week.

He’d have to get his revenge somehow. He couldn’t just let them run roughshod all over his life like that.

Maybe he could make some sù yā for dinner. Elle had picked up fresh bamboo shoots along with some other stuff on her last portal hop when she’d found herself in Guangzhou. And Jon’s grandparents had passed along some carrots and ginger from the farm that they needed to use.

Last time he’d made the dish Jon had almost cried and Elle had glowed so brightly it had looked like the sun had taken up residence in their dining room. The two had nearly set the apartment on fire fighting over the last piece. Their shrieks of despair when they realized Damian had eaten it while they were tussling had been more satisfying than every victory over every enemy he’d ever faced combined.

Yes. A fine vengeance indeed.

But…later. After he’d lulled them into a false sense of security. Let them think they had the upper hand and strike when they least expected it. It wasn’t that he was falling asleep. No. It was tactical. And had nothing at all to do with the surge of affection and warmth and security that came with having them so close, doting on him. He was tactically allowing himself to appear vulnerable. Nuzzling closer and tightening his hold on them where he’d wrapped his arms around the two was a ruse.

Jon squeezed back, tight enough to press the air out of Damian’s lungs and sooth away some of the latent anxiety over his upcoming test. Elle swiped a lock of hair that’d fallen into his eyes away, palm curling around his cheek and thumb softly stroking along his temple. On the TV scientists droned on about soil composition and growth rates of similar modern plants. Titus gave one of those low grumbling whines that meant he’d fallen asleep where he was curled up against Damian’s legs and was happily dreaming.

Damian allowed his eyes to close. Content to drift to sleep in the arms of the two menaces he loved most in the world.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dani phantom #dani fenton #danielle fenton #Damian Wayne #jon kent #jon-el kent #jon el kent #Super Serious Chaos #by god i'm gonna make it catch on #Jon Kent/Damian Wayne/Danielle Phantom #Damian goes to school to be a vet because of course he does #my head canon is that Jon loves plants and gardening thanks to time on the Kent Farm #Damian cooks as a hobby #he picked it up from Jason (and maybe because he still thinks Alfred's food is way too bland)#Elle picks up recipe ingredients and plants up for her boyfriends while traveling #Jon has a little kitchen garden for Damian's cooking and challenges Elle to find him rare plants while she's bouncing around #Damian gets Ivy to talk with Jon about plants regularly and hacks the JL computers to find fun new dimensions for Elle to travel to #just these three as tired twenty-somethings taking care of each other #this takes place in the same universe as the ficlet I posted where Elle knocks Dick's lights out #like this is the day before that happened or something lol #sù yā is chinese recipe for vegetarian roast duck #according to my five seconds of research #I've seen it mentioned that Talia is Chinese and I figured in this AU she & Damian are on good terms and she gives him her favorite recipes #also i decided that kryptonians purr i will not be taking notes on this thanks

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