#she is SO invested in that fucking baby god. in dawn
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Girls5Eva 3.2 + 3.3
#dawnwickie#girls5eva#girls5eva spoilers#what the fuck man#wickies face in the second one#she is SO invested in that fucking baby god. in dawn#she'd become a realtor for her :(
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Glad That’s Over
(Chris Suffers Through Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2 for the First and Last Time)
ok last one thank god lol
this budget looks BIG
UH OH the credits say the Vampiric Council is back yikessss
Lee Pace??? Rami Malek??? DAYUM
I actually know like zero plot points we’re gonna see in here so my mind is wide open
Wtf I didn’t know Forks had Yosemite….
she just TACKLED a MOUNTAIN LION JESUS
oh okay wow so she’s just automatically good at everything I see
Okay yes I’m DEF gonna bd having problems w this baby, like the massive budget of this film and they can’t even cgi a normal looking kid or get a real baby for this stage
Jacob is such a mom
YEAH BELLA GET MAD THIS IS CREEPY
Lmao Edward w heart eyes like “she’s amazing right look at my wife”
YOU NAMED MY DAUGHTER AFTER THE LOCH NESS MONSTER???? HOLY SHIT LINE OF ALL TIME
Why is Rosalie so obsessed w this baby though
She oughta check in with her parents soon eh
So interested in what their vampire sex is like but also I feel like that’s not my business at all and have no desire to see it
Oh damn lol the fangirlies def went feral over this one in theatres
Lmfao Jacob just stripping in front of Charlie like same tbh but this is hilarious
I do appreciate Jacob letting the cat out of the bag though
This was a dumb conversation just tell him
Bella he’s gonna wonder in a few years why you haven’t aged at all
This goddamn baby he’s obviously gonna figure out where SHE came from
Or maybe not lol
Yeah if I was Charlie I’d be pissed after all that
What did they do wrong why are they in trouble
Immortal Child omg what is that ohhhhhh
Lol Jacob speaking logic like “just tell the volturi they got the wrong idea” and everyone’s like “nah anyway how are we gonna fight”
Alice and jasper peacing out okay???
ohhhh convenient the kid can show people her memories eh
Ok so we got rami here as a waterbender
Oh shit he’s the AVATAR
So yeah I don’t actually know what’s happening
Okay Lee pace. Still confused.
I’m just so bored by all of this the whole series should have ended after the first cutesie half hour of this movie
Anyway all this attempt at like woke international vampires is like near-Harry potter levels of lazy racism…
Alice only told Bella her message bc they love each other actually,
so WHY are they abandoning their daughter??
Are we… gonna get an explanation of how renesmee even exists?
Anyway so if Bella’s a shield that STILL doesn’t explain how she was one before she was a vampire??
Now Alice is back bc sure I guess
Like this ENTIRE last hour of the movie is just unnecessary
Oh fuck and now Carlisle’s dead like come the fuck on
Another one bites the dust
Why are they even fighting? I fucking forgot bc the stakes are really SO low
Idk who any of the dying wolves are sorry am I supposed to be able to tell them apart??
I am not emotionally invested in the outcome of this fight At All
Just fighting to break each others necks k
WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS ALL NOT EVEN REAL. BIGGEST WASTE OF MY TIME EVER
oh jeez are they sending renesmee to live in the Amazon or
Oh slay
This weird little walk down memory lane amv? Also unnecessary but I mean yeah I guess the fans would be into it
Cool that she can like…. Unshield?? Obvs we won’t get a real explanation for that either lol
Amazing that I’ve seen this couple for 5 whole movies and still don’t care about their relationship at all
A thousand years IS an appropriate song to end on though I’ll give it that
Okay yeah I mean I’m glad to know what happens but this whole movie kind of sucked it didn’t need to exist tbh
Glad it’s over
Overall? Interesting franchise. It was whatever but it did kind of hold my interest enough. Will I ever understand why it was such a huge fandom phenomenon? No lol let’s get teen girls crazy about HEALTHY relationship dynamics next time
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Bitches keep starting new Jonsa fics!
I’m bitches.
Shit. It happened again. Sansa really doesn’t need to be thinking about this on the day before her wedding but it happened AGAIN. The Red Keep Hotel’s 400 thread count, Braavosi cotton sheets are still balled up in her clenched fists. Sweat still dampens her brow.
A quick look over at the heavy blackout curtains shows no hint of daylight peeking from around the drapes. And stretching over to unplug her charging phone confirms that it is not yet dawn on this – her ‘Wedding Day Eve’ as Beth had coined it.
Should she make a call to her therapist once the world starts to wake up? She won’t go into great detail this time of course – but Sansa had thought that these dreams had stopped. It’s been ages since he’s featured in them and tonight-
Tonight...
Tonight he’d fucked her in her wedding dress.
Oh, Gods! How awful is that? Sansa is due to get married in under 48 hours and she’s dreaming of having sex with her groom’s brother?!
Deep breath.
Sansa closes her eyes.
In.
Out.
What was it that Brienne had suggested during their last session when she’d brought up the dreams?
“You may be manifesting these kinds of dreams because Jon is one of – if not the only – person that, outwardly, doesn’t show that he likes you. You’ve admitted yourself that you are a people-pleaser, Sansa, and I can imagine having someone in your life that you can’t seem to please would frustrate you very much.”
She was right, of course. It did frustrate her. Sansa was good at getting on with people – with everybody.
Except for Jon.
Even when they were younger, back in the north. That was before his dad had made contact with him – back when all he was was Miss Snow’s boy – the boy next door – the boy who was Robb’s best friend. He was always at their house but Sansa had little to no interest in him at the time and she was sure he had felt the same.
They were just too different.
The only time she really remembers having any kind of connection with him was when she’d hugged him for beating Joff’s ass when he’d hit her. But even that – she’s sure he’d only stepped in out of a sense of loyalty to Robb. The rest of the time he hardly acknowledged her beyond a bored looking grunt.
He’d gone away to college and Sansa had heard through Robb and Arya that he’d later dropped out, tried his luck down in King’s Landing at one of his father’s many, many investment businesses.
That hadn’t worked out either.
Sansa had just about forgotten all about Jon Snow – the boy next door – when, just three years ago, he’d contacted her via her old email of all things – couldn’t he have slid into her DMs on one of her socials like a normal person?
After short chats back and forth for a while – honestly, Sansa hadn’t been aware that Jon even knew how to hold a conversation until then - she’d found out that he had stayed down in King’s Landing and owned his own tattoo parlour now – a far cry from the respectable suit and tie gig that his father had envisioned for him.
He knew she was desperate to visit the capital and invited her to do just that.
That had been the first time she’d met his brother, her now fiancé, Aegon.
... and now she can’t seem to stop having sex dreams about a man who is decidedly not her husband-to-be. Honestly, he’s not even nice to her half the time and she doesn’t even know why – what has she ever done to him that was so bad? Aegon says Jon’s just too used to living and working in Fleabottom now – that the rough side of the city has rubbed off on him and caused him to forget his manners.
Sansa wonders if he ever had any in the first place?
Then she remembers how his lack of manners had made her react in one of those dreams and she can feel her whole body flush from her head to her toes.
“Mmm, fuck! You all wet for me, Princess?” Jon rumbles, his strong hands pinning her wrists back into the bed as he fills her. She whines before cutting off the noise with a bite to her lip. “Oh no, none of that,” he nips, teasing out her plump bottom lip with his own teeth, “I wanna hear aaall the noises Little Miss Perfect makes when she comes.”
Her heart is hammering in her chest as she stares up at him above her, a devious smirk on his face while he fucks her slow and measured.
“You’ve got a dirty mouth, Jon Snow,” she hisses.
His smile doesn’t falter, his hands tighten around her wrists above her head. “I think you like my dirty mouth.” His hips halt their torturously drawn-out movements and he stills, his cock completely buried inside her. He kisses Sansa with more force and desperation than she’s ever experienced, all while his body lay heavy and still above her. She squirms and whimpers – she wants more. Jon lets a self-satisfied chuckle escape their kiss.
“I hate you!” she pants when he finally releases her from his lips. His tattooed arms skim down her frame and then faster than is possible, he flips them so that she now straddles his hips. Sansa braces herself on his chest as he grins up at her.
“That’s right, baby,” he coos, voice rough, hands smoothing up and down her thighs, “show me how much you hate me, sweetheart.”
“Christ,” Sansa curses, falling back against the sheets at the memory. She stares up at the ceiling for two, maybe three seconds before rolling to her side. Huffing, Sansa shoves a pillow between her legs and prays for more sleep – preferably dreamless.
***
Fuck! Jon wants to throw something – his phone, a pillow – something. He can’t because Ygritte is asleep beside him, here in this swanky hotel bed in the middle of the night. But Jon can’t sleep. He doesn’t know why he can’t sleep – well, that’s a barefaced fucking lie but Jon refuses to look too closely at it because if he does, he’ll get mad all over again and even further from drifting off.
The night is dead still and heavy as he sits up, letting the fancy, soft sheets fall away from around his waist. Briefly, Jon considers waking Ygritte up and offering to go down on her – that always led to sex and if he got some, maybe he could sleep? Urgh – no. That was pretty fucking selfish. Plus, his girlfriend has been in a mood with him since she’s not keen on weddings, nor his family and Jon is kind of forcing her to go to this thing anyway.
There was no fucking way that he was gonna show up alone to watch his brother marry Little Miss Perfect. The only way he managed to sway her was by revealing that his father had already paid for their suite for three nights and that there would be a free bar at the wedding.
Sighing, Jon scrubs his hands down his face and reaches for his glasses. His phone tells him that it’s 2am.
The en suite bathroom light flickers on and the extractor fan kicks in instantly. Jon cuts the noise as fast as he can by flipping the exterior switch. Ygritte turns over in bed but doesn’t wake.
Closing the door with a soft click, Jon lets out a breath. The light overhead hums quietly and the reflection in the over-sink mirror is a sorry and accusing one. Bracing his weight on the porcelain sink, Jon glares at himself. His eyes catch on one of the first tattoos he’d ever gotten; a dragonfly in flight over his heart.
“Fucking hell, you’re pathetic,” he whispers to himself.
Maybe he just needs to jerk off and then he’ll be able to sleep?
Jon snorts snidely at himself. Yeah, ‘cause that’s not pathetic at all. Christ.
He almost walks out the bathroom but then stops, coming back to the basin and opening his phone. It’s not pathetic. He is a man – he has needs, dammit! As long as he’s just looking at generic porn and doesn’t open up that hidden file he has that contains images and videos from a certain person’s social media, then it’s fine – it’s all fine!
His traitorous thumb hovers over that file none-the-less.
Oh, so we’re just gonna jerk off to pictures of the bride on the day before her wedding, are we?
“I can’t handle this,” he grumbles - grinds the heels of his palms into his eyes until he sees sparkles.
Standing in the doorway, the light from the bathroom behind him floods in and lands upon one of the little amenity tables backed up against the adjacent wall. On top had been an expensive looking vase of fresh roses and a professional brochure listing all the important information about the hotel and their stay. It had boasted a long list of facilities – including a 24hr gym.
If Jon’s feeling too guilty to see to his frustrations one way – perhaps he should try another.
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checkmate
summary: you’ve always refused to lose, and love was no exception. (gone girl-ish au)
pairing(s): ransom drysdale x dark!reader, a special mystery guest ;)
word count: 3.7k
warnings: 18+ because of heavy themes! faked death, framing of crimes, manipulation, alluding to sex, alluding to cheating, terrible relationship dynamic, very loose usage of the word crazy/psychotic, implied mention of self harm, brief choking & slapping (in a non sexual way lol), pregnancy trapping (idk if thats the right term), the reader is a very bad human being, overuse of italics *please let me know if i’m missing any warnings!
author’s note: this is my 2nd submission for @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k soft dark challenge, i decided to make the reader dark >:) but ransom is also not a good person. I used these prompts: “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” & The town golden *girl isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.
this is definitely the most unhinged thing i’ve ever written, but blame @literate-lamb for making me write this because when i pitched this to her and said that i’d probably never write it, she enabled me.
okay that's enough from me. join my taglist if you want :D
“I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch.” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
Your whole life, you’d considered yourself a competitive person. Constantly overcompensating for one thing or another, whether it was the chronic desire to achieve perfection that had been installed in you since you were a little girl, or your persistent internalized sense of inadequacy. You realized early on that it was much better for you to win than for you to lose, no matter the physical, emotional, or mental cost of the prize of perfection.
For the most part, this mindset worked out for you. You graduated as Valedictorian from your high school, neared the top of your graduating class at Harvard. God knew you earned it, all those tears you shed into overpriced textbooks, all the popping of unprescribed Adderall, and robbing yourself of the parties and social events that the rest of your peers gladly indulged in.
You were just different, which was why you gained a job nearly immediately after your exit from school, quickly climbing to the top at the Blood Like Wine publishing company after only a few years of being there.
And one night, at the party celebrating the release of A Thousand Knives when you laid your eyes on Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the grandson of your boss, you knew that you needed to have him. Rich, hot, a bit of an asshole. You deserved to finally complete your image, and that socialite flavored eye candy seemed to fit the part perfectly. Luckily for you, he was desperate. It only took a few tugs on your dress’ V-line, and a number of knowing smirks to find yourself being finger-banged in his family manor’s bathroom.
From there, you wormed your way into his life. Leaving belongings at his place as an excuse to come back, and offering booty calls in the middle of the night. Ransom must’ve been much more desperate than you originally thought, as it really only seemed to take one night of stroking his hair while he vented about his family to make him want to be with you. Men with mommy issues were always so easy.
Except, he wasn’t that easy. The longer you got to know Ransom, the more fucked up you realized he really was. He had no boundaries at all, became jealous and enraged at the drop of a pin, and occasionally told you things that made the hairs on your arms rise.
This of course all came to a head after the night of Harlan’s 85th birthday party. When the news broke of his tragic death, you’d immediately known it was the works of your Hugh. If your intuition wasn’t enough, his confession in the shower, where he’d demanded you take off your clothes to display that you were without a bug, certainly was.
You were completely devastated. The man that you’d invested so much into for years had thrown both his and your reputations down the drain in just a matter of hours. Of course, you felt bad for Harlan too. He was a good guy (when he wasn’t instigating a family fight).
Still, you showed up during the funeral in your best mourning clothes and dawning your biggest crocodile tears. You rubbed Linda’s back while she mourned the loss of her father, and the new truth about her husband. You played dumb when interrogated by some Southern private investigator, even giving Ransom an airtight alibi. You testified on his behalf in court with enough conviction to grant you an Emmy.
You’d gotten so far, devoted so much energy into him, that you simply refused to lose now.
To your friends, you’d seemed to lead a near perfect life. Dream job, dreamy boyfriend, dream bank account, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you just didn’t know what.
It dawned on you while sipping mimosas at the country club, Ransom playing tennis with his friends just a few yards away from you while Danielle showed off her brand new engagement ring, a .59 Carat Asscher Diamond, that if you heard her speak of again, would probably make you lose your shit.
You zoned out as she droned on and on about the shape, and how Matt proposed to her in their own private room in one of the most exclusive Parisian restaurants, instead focusing on how you could find yourself in the same position as that airhead next to you. In all honesty, you couldn’t stand the idea that someone was doing better than you, let alone someone in your own social circle. Dani got all the bragging rights of being engaged to the heir of some tech giant, being the first in your friend group to get eloped, and worst of all, Matt wasn’t even making her sign a prenup.
You blankly watched Ransom from afar, taking occasional sips from your sweet drink, while you thought of how you deserved all of that and more, and you were going to get it one way or another.
——
It didn’t take much to come up with something, your first and most obvious plan being to simply ask Ransom when he was going to propose to you. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you’d tried to approach him about this subject, you just wondered if maybe this time things would be different.
Panting heavily after a rather rough night in bed, you rolled off of your boyfriend’s chest and gave him a messy, yet sincere kiss. You knew your man well, and if there was any time to pop the question, it was in his post-nut haze.
“Baby,” you said breathily, “I wanna ask you something.”
“Shoot,” he responded casually, glancing over at you.
“When’re you gonna propose to me?” you hummed.
Ransom groaned and shook his head, rolling his eyes, “this is about Matt and Dani, huh?” he tutted, then extended a hand out to your warm cheeks so he could gently caress one with his thumb. “Thought we agreed marriage is just a piece of paper and it’s stupid.”
You huffed in response.
Of fucking course.
“I never said that,” you muttered, setting a hand on his broad chest. “Besides, it’ll be good if you get pissed and decide to like, kill your dad or something. Y’know, spouses don’t have to testify against each other in court.”
Ransom chuckled as if this whole thing was funny, like your feelings were some kind of sick joke to him. “You know my lawyers, babe. They could prove that bees don’t make honey. That bears don’t shit in the forest. I appreciate your attempt, though. This has been some really nice pillow talk.”
“Whatever,” you muttered, pinching his nipple in retaliation before turning your back to him and yanking the blanket onto your side.
You weren’t sure why you were so surprised that he was being stubborn, most of the time you felt like you were pulling teeth from the man. But that’s why you had a backup plan! You always had a backup plan. That’s what separated you from your boyfriend. Where Ransom was extemporized and impulsive, you were calculating and prudent.
Although you devised your plan that very afternoon while watching your partner backhand small green balls, you were going to need some time to get everything in order, to prove Murphy and his stupid law wrong in making sure that everything that could go wrong wouldn’t.
After all, love was a game. And you sure as hell weren’t losing to Hugh Drysdale.
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You sacrificed too much to have your plans ruined by some trust fund baby with impulsivity issues. You deserved your dream marriage, the stability you wished you had as a child. You wanted the white picket fence, and everything that came along with it. Your desire to be the best, to be perfect was what drove you to poke holes in every condom in the box, what led you to draw liters of your own blood in hopes of staging a fake crime scene, to buy a cheap getaway car and burner phone off of Craigslist, and reach out to a high school boyfriend who you knew was in a position as desperate as you.
You planted seeds of doubt in your friends throughout the following weeks, feeding them lies about Ransom’s behavior, how you were afraid of telling him that you did in fact see two faint red lines on that damn plastic stick– only half of the statement truly being false–, telling them that he was behaving erratically lately.
It all was going without a hitch. Ransom didn’t seem to notice anything was off, despite your frequent visits to the bathroom and newfound affinity for true crime documentaries.
You almost felt guilty, knowing the world of pain you were about to throw the man into. Granted, he deserved the pain. You were in a relationship with a genuinely terrible person, and that person had made a conscious effort not to commit to you. You tried to make this easy for him, give him a chance to say a few words to you and slide a ring on your finger, but no, he always seemed to take the hard route.
You slept like a baby the night before you were setting your plan in action. You made sure to uphold the facade of everything being fine, making Ransom a nice breakfast before sending him halfway across town to the hardware store with an oddly incriminating list.
Once he was out of the house, you hurried off to the fridge in the garage where you’d been keeping a small stash of your own blood. It wasn’t pretty, but it had to be done. You poured the blood throughout the kitchen, splattering bits of it on the counters and cupboards. You poorly cleaned the mess, just as he would.
You put your next move in motion, falsifying a home invasion. You tossed over a table and some chairs, throwing books and photos onto the floor, but left some aspects slightly untouched, like an upright picture frame to give yet another hint that things were not exactly what they appeared.
You left a tiny blue post-it note on the nightstand of Ransom’s side of the bed, a quick and simple doodle of a ring along with the first initial of your name inked onto the tiny piece of paper.
With that, you were off. Technically missing, soon-to-be presumed dead.
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The days following your disappearance had gone even better than you’d initially planned. Local news coverage had been all over you, search and rescue groups were assiduously looking for you, your parents had opened a tip line, and begged for you to get home safe on news segments. But the best part of it all was that Ransom had been briefly found himself in police custody, only to be released shortly thereafter. His past of an accused murder quickly made your disappearance even more of a national story, and you watched the whole thing unravel from the safety and comfort of your high school boyfriend, Andy Barber’s Newton home.
Of course, you fed him the same lies you’d given to your friends, and seeing the rather lonely position he was in, he gladly let you stay with him. You were absolutely having a hay-day with it all, dedicating hours of your day to watching Ransom slowly unravel. Maybe it was a bit sadistic of you to enjoy torturing your partner so much, but he needed to learn his lesson. You deserved better. You needed Ransom to rise up to your level, allowing you to finally complete your image. To let you two appear to be the perfect couple. Really, this was all on him.
Andy, for the most part, had been a good host. He was gone for the majority of the day, dedicating himself to his work while you lounged around on his dangerously cozy couch. Around two weeks into your stay, you were sharing a box of pizza in the living room with your old lover when something interesting on the television caught your eye.
Ransom, broadcasted on CBS, being interviewed on your disappearance.
You watched with wide eyes as Ransom begged for your return on national television. It was one thing seeing your mother plead for you to come back, the same woman who had installed such toxic behavior in you sob for your return, but Ransom. You’d never loved him more than in that moment.
“Hugh, if you could tell Y/N one thing, what would it be?” the interviewer asked.
Ransom turned, looking straight at the camera, directly into your soul, “Y/N, I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. I need you to come back safely, to see you, to hold you again. I’d give anything in the world for that right now,” he looked down, a tear falling down his cheek. “I can’t live without you in my life, I-”
His sentence was cut off by Andy grabbing the remote, and turning off the TV. You turned your head and frowned deeply at him.
“Why’d you do that?” you asked with a bit of a pout.
“I just couldn’t stand listening to him talk about you like he hasn’t treated you like shit for the past few years. C’mon, let’s get ready for bed.”
Your blood boiled. Andy was once a means to an end, but now he was interfering. He was clearly much too selfish to see that you and Ransom were quite obviously soulmates. A match made in hell.
You followed him to bed regardless, curling up on what had been your side of the bed for the past few days, and staring at the wall until Andy’s breaths moved from a soft and rhythmic pattern to loud snores. God, those snores were obnoxious.
You slipped out of bed and to his dresser, grabbing two soft ties from the drawer, and daintily tying his wrists to each side of the bedpost.
“What‘re you doing?” he mumbled, instinctively yanking both of his wrists as he awoke.
“I’m going back home,” you whispered.
“You can’t be serious,” Andy huffed, tugging on the restraint attached to the headboard.
You shook your head, “I am.”
“I should’ve known. Why would you do something like this? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in with the law?”
“Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when the world finds out that you kidnapped me?” you retorted.
This threat seemed to wake him up right away, “what about this was kidnapping? I gave you a nice home, fed you, I didn’t even make a pass at you. I didn’t do shit to you,” he hissed. “You think I can’t prove that? I’m a lawyer, for god's sake!”
You nearly laughed, “Okay, Andy,” you paused for a moment, “As a lawyer, who do you think everyone’ll believe? Someone who the world was on a wild goose chase for in the last two weeks? Or the man with a family history of violence? Must I remind you that your father and your son have killed people?”
Andy shook his head, face pinched in sorrow at the mention of his deceased son, clearly a low blow. “You’re insane,” he muttered.
“Swear to god that you won’t tell a soul what happened here,” you leaned over him, getting right in his face. “Or I promise, Andrew Barber, I will ruin you. You’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars, or disbarred, or whatever the hell I decide to do with you. So keep your goddamn lips shut.”
You pulled away and he solemnly nodded, not bothering to put up a fight. You loosened the fabric around his left wrist and walked out of the room. You picked up the keys to Andy’s Audi on your way out, checking the time as you adjusted the driver's seat.
9:45 PM. Fatherhood really changed the man.
You pushed that thought aside and began your drive home, which turned out to be a surprisingly short trip. When you pulled up in front of your home, you were met with a slew of reporters outside of the house, along with a police car that seemed to be permanently camped there.
As you slowly got out of the car, a gasp, followed by a loud silence fell across the crowd. You limped for dramatic effect up the driveway as cameras followed you, and glanced back at them pathetically. From your peripheral view, you noticed the officers get out of their vehicle.
You finally got to your door, ringing the doorbell and waiting. You blinked harshly a few times, conjuring up the tears you needed to really make a spectacle of the event. After a few minutes, Ransom opened the door, eyes widening as he looked at you. He stepped out, and you wrapped him in as big of a hug as you could manage, genuinely missing his embrace. It was possible that you even let out a few real tears in the moment.
Your emotional embrace was interrupted by the man you recognized as Lieutenant Elliott, the same officer who’d been assigned to Harlan’s case.
“Ma’am,” he began, only to be shut down by you.
“Please, just let me be with my boyfriend,” you pleaded, crocodile tears streaming down your face as you spoke with the officer. You still needed time to get your story straight.
“Just give us the night, Lieutenant. We’ll come in first thing tomorrow morning,” Ransom added, furrowing his brows at the officer that he’d come into contact with far too many times.
He looked to his partner, who shrugged, then to you, “enjoy your night.”
Cameras flashed around you as civilians, journalists, and newscasters alike attempted to catch your attention. You grabbed Ransom’s hand and dramatically pulled him inside, insincerely attempting to hide your face by ducking and covering half of your face with your arm.
As soon as you were in the privacy of your own home, Ransom threw you against a wall.
“Why. The fuck. Would you pull a stunt like that,” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes wild, and a hand around your throat.
You whimpered as he tightened his grip, rage clearly flowing through his system uncontrollably.
“Do you know what you did to me? You almost had me thrown in fucking jail. Do you understand that?”
You nodded weakly, “Ran,” you whispered, “the baby,” you glanced down at your stomach.
He paused, dropping his grip on your neck and staring at you in awe, “no…”
You nodded again.
“How…? You told me you were on the pill… You- you made me use protection…”
“Surprise?” you said weakly.
“You’re a psychotic bitch.”
“I’m your psychotic bitch. And no child of mine will be born out of wedlock,” you taunted.
“That’s what this is about?” Ransom laughed manically. “You did this all because I won’t fucking marry you?”
You didn’t even have to respond.
“I should send you to the loony bin right fucking now.”
“What happened to all those things you said to me on TV?”
“You’re fucking delusional. I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. And you will. I’ve had to put up with you and your stupid little antics for way too long. How do you think I felt when you killed your own grandfather?”
Ransom scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “you are so fucked up.”
“I’m the fucked up one? You killed your own blood in cold blood! You’re unhinged!”
“You faked your own death for attention, and got pregnant while doing it! Is that baby even mine?”
“The fuck are you trying to say, Hugh?”
“I asked if it’s even mine.”
“Really. You’re accusing me of cheating on you. That’s rich considering Mia, Layla, and whoever the fuck else. You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being ridiculous? You couldn’t have a normal adult conversation with me!”
“Are you kidding me? I asked you time after time to marry me and it was always some bullshit excuse!” you wagged a finger in his face as you spoke. “Oh, commitment scares me, oh, marriage is just a piece of paper, oh-“ you mocked his voice in a deeper tone before you were cut off by the sting of his hand against your cheek.
“Can you shut the hell up?” he growled at you as you held your own cheek, before you reached out and slapped him back, “I can’t believe that I’m stuck with such a deranged bitch for the rest of my life.”
“Maybe work on your vows a little, dear. I don’t think that those words are as charming to me as they’d be to the rest of our family and friends.”
“You can’t be serious,” he groaned.
“But I am,” you hummed, rubbing your cheek softly once again. “Look at how fast your life fell apart without me here. How quickly the public turned on you. Imagine how upset they’d be if you left me. I love you, Ran. I really do. You and I are perfect for each other, can’t you see that now?”
Ransom took a step away from you, pacing slowly in front of you. He ran a stressed hand through his hair, and took a long and drawn out breath, clearly at a loss for words.
“So when should we have the wedding? I’ve always wanted a Spring wedding, and I know it’s a little short notice, but I don’t want to be showing too much in my wedding dress,” you grabbed Ransom’s bicep gently, as if you were just having a regular old day with him, as if you hadn’t been choked and slapped moments ago. “But we can make it work. We always make it work, right?”
Your now fiancé stared vacantly at the wall ahead of him, giving you a slow, empty nod of agreement.
“It’s settled then,” you smirked. “I’ll start looking at venues. You find me a nice ring, okay Honey? One that puts all those other bitches’ rings to shame,” you sighed pleasantly to yourself, “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before hurrying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard a distant shriek of “fuck,” from Ransom, but you truly could not care less.
You hopped into bed, grabbing your laptop from its charger and promptly opening it. You couldn’t help but to smile at your own reflection on the empty black screen. This wasn’t how you imagined your engagement, but you did the impossible. You tied yourself down to Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he went down kicking in screaming, and you were likely in for a lifetime of cheating and resentment, but you did it nonetheless.
You finally won.
#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale x you#dark!reader#ransom drysdale x dark!reader#ransom thrombey x reader#ransom thrombey x you#knives out#knives out fanfic#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge
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Late Nights
Andrew (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst
Summary: Late nights are famously accompanied by deep conversations. The type to keep you up like a full dose of caffeine. Those are the best, most relaxing and freeing conversations you’ll ever experience. Good thing Andrew and Y/N are the perfect company for each other when it comes to those exact talks.
Requested by Anon. Hello! I’m sorry there is no specifications on your request. You requested for some Andrew x Reader fluff and this idea immediately dawned on me haha. I hope you like it and I’m so terribly sorry for the wait. Hopefully the final product makes it worth your while. Looking forward to hearing your feedback and receiving any other requests you may have! Love, Vy ❤
A random notification sounds from my phone, scaring me out of my peaceful, dreamless slumber. Oh wait, I’m not in my bed. I’m sitting at my desk, surrounded with sheets of paper with notes I’m supposed to memorize by my 8 AM exam. Speaking of that exam, it’s in less than five hours. I’ve been studying for what feels like days, but my head still feels as empty as it was at the start of the semester. The way I see it, I have two options: I can either die from a caffeine overdose or from the heart attack this exam will cause me. No in-between and no other options. Just death. Maybe not in the literal sense, but if you ask me, burn-out should be considered death and that’s exactly what I feel right now. And the fucking exam hasn’t even happened yet, for fuck’s sake!
I lift my head to look at the clock on the wall and instantly get dizzy. Thankfully, I’m still seated. Damn, this calls for more caffeine.
“Hey T, can you -“ I look behind me in search of my roommate who’s supposed to be pulling this all-nighter with me. Needless to say, she has perished.
I already have an idea of where she might be, but the sticky note she has left on my dresser confirms it.
~ Daniel has more notes. Come to the floor lounge
Oh, hell no. I am not that committed to passing this exam. I am not about to be a third-wheel for five hours and feel miserable afterwards. Correction: More miserable than I’m already going to feel. Good thing there are two staircases on either side of the floor so I don’t have to pass through the lounge in order to get to the dining hall. That’s the only place I could obtain coffee and if I don’t I might just die right here on this desk.
I put my slippers on, throwing a jacket over my pajamas as well. It’s January and the dorms could not be colder. I swear to God, they are trying to build our immunity and resistance to cold one freezing night at a time. The heating doesn’t do much even if it’s on, which is a rare occurrence considering it’s faulty and doesn’t work 80% of the time.
I leave the dorm, quietly shutting and locking the door behind me before taking the right hallway instead of the left. I wander around the dimly lit hallways, some of which don’t have lighting at all, my arms folded over my chest in a pointless attempt to bring myself more warmth than the jacket is able to provide me. No matter what I do, I can’t get rid of the intense shaking that started from my torso and has now spread as far as my bottom jaw.
I navigate the halls, mumbling curse words to myself while doing so. Having taken the long way, I have an extra two minutes or so of freezing before I can find myself in the warm and cozy dorm. Taylor and I bought a small heater for Christmas cause we were not having it with the shitty heating system. Must say, that’s a better investment than all the money I threw to be here.
The dining hall is dark as usual. The only lights are the exit sign and some small lights on the vending machines. And the glorious coffee machine! I can just imagine myself turning into a heart-eyed emoji looking at it.
“All-nighter?“
The voice is so sudden and so out of place, it startles me to the point of letting out a half-scream and immediately backing away towards the entrance of the dining hall.
“Hey, it’s ok. It’s me.“ A light appears at one of the tables, illuminating the person holding it.
I sigh in relief when I finally get a good look at the person opposite me. It’s Andrew - a classmate and friend of mine. We have creative writing together and a few other classes. We’re in the same friend group as well. I started hanging out with him more through Taylor’s boyfriend Daniel who’s roommates with him. I’m glad I met them both, they are really fun to be around. However, recently, Andrew hasn’t been himself. It might be a stretch, but I think it’s because of the upcoming field trip our creative writing professor John has organized. I have tried asking him what has been bothering him but he always brushes off my concerns by claiming nothing’s wrong.
“Jeez, Andrew. You scared me half to death.“ I place a hand over my racing heart, taking a deep breath to calm myself down, “You’re lucky I didn’t chuck anything at you.“
He has the audacity to laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He puts his phone on the table, flashlight facing up at the ceiling, “What are you doing here, anyway?”
I return to my previous task, “Getting coffee, can’t do without it. What about you? Do you just hang out here, waiting for student-zombies to scare?” I get my four cups of coffee, balancing them in a very risky way to where he’s sitting. “Want one?”
His eyes widen, “These are all for you?” I nod, “And they are all just straight espressos?” I nod again, “Are you trying to kill yourself?”
I scoff, “That’s plan B. For now, I’m just trying to stay awake.” I knock back one of the cups, trying hard not to cringe at the unpleasant flavor due to the lack of sugar. “You didn’t answer my question.” I say after getting over the initial battle to get the coffee down without puking.
He hesitates, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the tabletop. I can tell he has spaced out, leaving me unsure of weather I should nudge him again or let him return to reality at his own time.
“I, uh....I had a nightmare.“ He says despite his eyes still carrying that thousand yard stare. “Daniel wasn’t there, and I didn’t want to stay alone in the dorm, so I came here. A lot more open. Not so suffocating.“
I frown, “What was the nightmare like?” I don’t try to hide my concern, there is no reason to do so. I want him to know I care, that I am and I always will be there for him. Even if it’s just as a friend, I will take what I can get. This is not the time to be thinking of anything more than being a good friend and helping Andrew.
He shrugs, his eyes slowly lifting to meet mine. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last cause he shakes his head, breaking eye-contact again, “You’ll think it’s ridiculous.“
I put my hand on top of his, stopping the repetitive tapping of his fingers. This causes him to reconnect our gazes. After a two second confirmation that he won’t look away, I speak up, “You could tell me elves chased you around with axes and I still wouldn’t say that, Andrew. Come on, talk to me.”
He sighs, nodding his head. I take this as a positive sign and give him an encouraging smile. Instinctively, I start withdrawing my hand as I lean back in my seat. To my surprise, he turns his hand, taking a hold of mine when he begins to speak.
“They started a week ago, when John told us about the trip to Little Hope.“ he still hesitates, but I still consider it progress. “It’s always one of two nightmares - it’s either a housefire which non of us survive or...I can’t even explain the other one.“
I give his hand a comforting squeeze, “Take your time. I know it’s tough.”
“Um, we are at this ruin of a house and we, well, you guys get attacked by these deformed, demonic monstrosities. I can’t get to you. I can’t save you. Darkness takes over my brain and all I hear is horrified screams and calls for help. And then I wake up. Terrified.“
I am terrified just picturing it, let alone experiencing it. I’d probably sob like a baby and refuse to go to sleep ever again. “That’s horrible, Andrew. I’m so sorry you have to go through that.” I pause for a second, “Little Hope is a place with terrible history, I can’t blame you for being so hesitant about going. I’m a sucker for these types of places, but I completely understand your angle.”
He chuckles, “Yeah, I believe I overheard you saying you’d like to visit Centralia.“
I can’t help but smile, “Oh, I’d love to.”
Suddenly, completely out of the blue, he gets a spark in his eye. He becomes livelier, almost like new life was breathed into him. Pushing back his chair, he stands up and takes the remainder of coffee cups. “Well, that’s not gonna happen if you kill yourself.” Without batting an eye at my baffled expression, he throws the cups in the trashcan near by. “Let me help you with the studying. Two work better than one, after all. I’m sure you’ll grasp everything better if you have an actual person explaining it to you. Also, I’d like to make up for the time you wasted here with me.”
I get up as well, “No need, seriously. I can figure it out. Apart from feeling so energized I could run a marathon, my brain is working a lot better now. You go try to catch some z’s.” I wave my hand dismissively but he catches it mid-motion, mumbling a quick ‘come on’ before leading me out of the dining hall and towards the staircase I took earlier.
* * *
It’s been about two days since that night and history is over here repeating itself. I am, once again, pulling an all-nighter, this time alone because no one else from my friend group shares this class with me. You’d think I would have learned my lesson and would start studying at a reasonable time, granting myself both peace of mind and a better functioning brain, but NOPE. Actually, I’m beginning to think I can’t study at any other time of day. The late nights/early mornings give me the best atmosphere. Those hours before dawn are the quietest I’ve ever had the chance to experience - for studying and just chilling on the roof of the dorms. The dining hall is still a place I frequent. I can’t help but hope to run into Andrew every time I walk in that big, eerie room. I haven’t been so lucky, though. We got the results of our last exam today and I was, and still am overjoyed for the grade I got. Not only was it a passing one, it was a SOLID passing one. I can swear, if it wasn’t for Andrew’s help, I would’ve failed it with the lowest score in the class.
“How does this work...?“ I mumble in frustration, reading through the poorly written notes I’ve made. Full disclosure - this is my nap class. This is the class I spend spacing out and - as its title suggests - taking naps. I am surprised I have as many notes as I do.
Taylor, being the great friend she is, refused to budge from our dorm, determined to help me in any way she could. I appreciate the gesture, don’t get me wrong, but having another person would defeat the purpose of being up this late, so I talked her into sticking to her original plan - hanging out with Andrew and Daniel at their dorm while I fry my brain cells.
Just as I’m about to take a sip of my third coffee for the night, my phone starts ringing. I look at the phone screen that’s displaying Andrew’s name and straighten up in my chair, ready to launch myself out the door in case he needs my help. Screw the exam.
“Hello? You ok? What’s wrong?“ I blabber into the phone after picking up the call
“Hey, sorry for bothering you. Hope I didn’t wake you up. Um, I had another nightmare....never mind. Sorry for calling.“ His voice is shaky and hesitant, almost as if he’s speaking with zero air in his lungs.
My concern shoots through the roof, “Don’t you ‘never mind’ me! And don’t apologize! Meet me in the dining hall in five minutes.” I jump to my feet, pulling my jacket on with my unoccupied arm.
He sighs, “I’m already there.“
I nod distractedly, momentarily forgetting that he can’t see me, before leaving the dorm. I power walk the familiar hallways, the only reason I’m not running being the late hour and the trouble I’d get in for the noise.
I stop right outside the dining hall doors, giving myself five seconds to compose myself so I won’t look absolutely unhinged when I walk in. I get that it’s pointless, considering I have massive bags under my soulless eyes, but a girl can try.
Pushing the door open, I am met with small, flickering dots of light hovering over one of the tables. The outline of Andrew’s silhouette is also visible, but nothing more. It takes me a second to realize the lights I was looking at were three small candles.
“Andrew?“ I whisper-call his name while I’m still at a distance of about ten feet, cautious not to freak him out by approaching without making my presence known.
As I near the table, the candle-light illuminates his face enough for me to be able to see that he doesn’t look at all like what he sounded like over the phone. Something about his gaze when his eyes meet mine screams ‘I’m so glad you’re here’, but then again, that might be wishful thinking. Apart from that, he looks rather normal - not like someone who just had the most horrific of nightmares. Actually, I think I can see a hint of a smile forming at the corners of his lips.
“Hey Y/N.“ He greets me, “Ready to study?“ He points to the several notebooks and sheets of paper neatly stacked on the table. Next to that pile is a similar one of snacks.
My eyes widen, “Wait, what? What is this?“ I narrow my eyes at him, “Is this your way of dealing with the nightmares or something? It’s completely ok if it is, don’t get me wrong...“
He shakes his head, the smile now fully formed on his face, “No, Y/N. I actually haven’t had a nightmare since that night you found me here. This...” he motions to the table, “...is several things. First of all, a celebration for your passed exam. Second, a thank you - cause I believe you’re the reason the nightmares stopped. I just needed to talk to someone about them and you were the only person I could do that with properly. And third, I know you have an exam in a few hours, so I wanted to help. We make great study-buddies, don’t you agree?”
I’m honestly speechless, “You schemer.” I’m smiling and blushing like crazy and I couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by darkness at this moment. “How did you even get these notes? You’re not in that class.”
He gives me a conspiring smirk, “That’s classified info.” He hands me a coke can, “No more coffee for you tonight.”
“You interrupted me on my third cup, but better late than never I guess.“ I giggle taking the handed soda and taking a seat on the chair opposite him. “Thank you so much, Andrew. Really, it means a lot to me. How am I supposed to repay you for this?“ I can tell he’s about to protest so I hurry to stop him, “No, no, no. You can’t change my mind on that.“
He sighs in defeat I can only guess is fake, taking the smirk on his face into consideration. He contemplates whatever’s on his mind for a second, buying himself time while he opens a soda can for himself. I copy his action, opening mine as well. “Um, well, there is one way I can think of....” he trails off, avoiding eye-contact. The brief moment I manage to catch his gaze I give him a nod, encouraging him to go on. “How about calling this a date?”
I am shocked. No, ‘pleasantly surprised’ is a better term to use. ‘Overjoyed’ an even better one.
The blush I thought couldn’t get any darker or more wide-spread just proved me wrong. Despite the chilliness of the dining hall, my face, neck and ears are on fire. Once again, a big thank you goes to the darkness that surrounds us.
Instead of showing off how surprised and happy I am, I lift my soda can in the air, “It’s a date then.”
His smirk turns into a relieved smile as he takes his can, clinking it against mine, “It’s a date.”
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Thoughts on Love, Victor Season 1
PSA: If you think that you might be gay, don’t get a girl emotionally invested! Please!
Ya know, at first when I thought about what I was going to write about this show, I thought that I should split the writings into the first half/last half of the show. Now I’m thinking “screw it”, if only because if I was going to go that route I should have stopped, parsed through my feelings about the first 5 episodes, and written those thoughts before proceeding with the next half. That, of course, did not happen, so to prevent the back half of the season’s events from miring the first half, I’ll just write about the whole shebang. There’s probably a joke about that word somewhere, I’ll try not to make it.
Anyways, let’s start by saying that on the whole, I really liked this show. It was not as good as Sex Education season 1, yet in my opinion waaaay better than HSMTMTS season 1. Most of the characters were likable and felt developed enough, it moved at a nice pace, and you can tell that a lot of heart went into this. Perhaps because we all watched this in a day, it felt like a 5 hour movie rather than a 10 episode tv show.
Additionally, I of course like the Latinx representation. The intersectionality of the Latinx community and the LGBTQ+ community has been presented on at least five TV shows to my knowledge: Ugly Betty, One Day at a Time, Diary of a Future President, The Baker and the Beauty, and now Love, Victor. Let’s keep it up!
As for the premise of the show itself, I *love* that this show acknowledges that Simon’s journey, at least at his house, was leaps and bounds easier than many other people’s. Victor’s parents are more conservative and religious, and they don’t have their shit together, so this is not the best environment to drop that bombshell in (which is why it was so incredible when Victor decides to do it anyway). Simon and Victor’s DM’s being a framing device for the show was a great way to tie the universe together.
The hook of Love, Simon was that you know all those cheesy and cliche rom-coms that straight people have gotten since the dawn of time? Well LGBT people deserve those stories too! Love, Victor is sort of presented with that same thesis in mind, which is why watching these episodes felt like different things I’ve seen before all over. The whole season ironically feels like Alex Strangelove: The TV Show, right down to the often cringy relationship with the girl, the openly gay love interest who conflicts our protagonist, and the goofball friend who chases after a girl who is seemingly out of his league.
Mia’s character felt a lot like Laila from All-American, being a black girl who is ordained as the hottest girl at school (which I feel like is a title only given in fictional schools), who also has a missing mother and problems with her rich dad. Pilar, on the other hand, feels like Casey from Atypical, in that she is openly rebellious in large part because of her mother’s infidelity.
Victor’s story this season sure was something to watch. The biggest question for me was, just how much sympathy should he be given? The world is inherently unfair to Victor. None of us should have to go through the agony and anxiety that so often comes with being in the closet and coming out. But for Victor to have visited those problems on Mia, who is going through things herself? That makes him pretty morally gray.
But he was still finding himself! But he loves Mia, just not like that! I get it, which is why he should have cut things off as soon as he got back from New York, no he should have cut things off when she asked him if there was “anything else” in her bedroom, no he should have cut things off when he literally felt like he and Benji were the only two people in the room at the concert, no he really shouldn’t have done this to begin with.
The line between Victor finding himself and him deceiving Mia is the conflict of the show, but the moment for me when I was like “Damn, Victor” was after he intentionally derailed Mia’s shebang-ing that she planned, he found the gall to lie to Benji and plan a seduction! That is why the season finale was so glorious. Because yes, while the world is unfair to Victor, he’s being unfair to the people around him.
I have made it a point not to read other people’s opinions extensively so as not to bias my own thoughts, but is Felix everybody else’s favorite? Felix’s character and arc was great. He was a supportive friend yet still felt like he had a story and stakes of his own, something which some TV shows get right (Sex Ed) and some TV shows get various shades of wrong (Jamie Johnson, Andi Mack). I like that he knew his worth and cut things off with Lake, and I like that she realized that her happiness with him should take priority over what others think of her.
I was soooo sympathetic to Mia. Her world is being turned upside down at home. Clearly, she has not even processed her mother being out of her life, and now her Dad is “replacing” her Mom while the baby is also “replacing” her! In Mia’s eyes, at least. Mia just needs to know that she is loved and appreciated. Which she *thought* of all people she’d be able to get from her boyfriend. Shucks.
As for the rest of Victor’s family, I also thought the parents’ storyline was pretty interesting yet unfortunate. Armando just can’t come around to trusting Isabel, which I actually kind of understand. Isabel, meanwhile, is being prevented from doing the thing she loves to do, which sucks especially because she’s in a radically new environment. Adrian is of course great, protect him at all costs. Pilar’s seemingly permanent mode of “angsty” is completely justified, as her friends back in TX are moving on just fine without her, she’s having trouble opening up and fitting in, and her family is WYLIN.
Some things that didn’t go so well for me was Andrew’s character, who feels like he’s just there to obstruct at any given moment. Y'all knew that when Victor and Benji were having that convo in the bathroom, someone was in the stall and someone was Andrew. Also, my guy, how are you not even somewhat aware that you are a total douchecanoe? I liked Benji, but Venji didn’t quite work for me because of all of the cheatation that it took to get there. Benji was pissed and ready to stay away from Victor permanently after the [attempted seduction], but once his relationship was over he was completely fine with putting his tongue down Mia’s boyfriend’s throat.
Overall, I really enjoyed this show. Some of these teen dramas I’m admittedly only watching for the LGBT content, so to have that be at the forefront of a show for once was amazing. The conflict was realistic if frustrating, and to me most of the characters seemed fully realized. Thankfully, the show didn’t even feel too “spin-offy” even with Nick Robinson being all over it.
In any given multi-season serialized show, the trajectory of the show goes one of two ways: the first season puts your feet on the ground of the series, and then later seasons go above and beyond with the storytelling (The Office, Breaking Bad, Bojack Horseman, Jamie Johnson) OR the first season is pretty great TV, and the following seasons fail to live up to its glory (The Good Place, Dear White People, really most every Netflix show ever). Which category Love, Victor ends up in is something to look forward to. Where do we go from here now that Victor is taking his first steps out of the closet?
Stray thoughts from the episodes:
The soundtrack on the whole, was not my cup of tea. I still liked a couple of songs, so that means somebody out there liked more of them.
I completely forgot Natasha Rothwell was in Love, Simon. More of her! More of Ali Wong! More of Beth Littleford! They were all great.
So Roger got his ass beat by Armando, and he still wants to get back with her?? Roger is reckless, man.
Speaking of reckless, Victor’s closet skills completely fell apart towards the end there. Assume somebody’s always watching!
Lake’s mother is a trip.
Good for the family for standing up to the grandparents.
Oh my god, Simon and Bram. Those guys are mine, and now they’re growing up and moving to the Big Gay City. They’ve come a long way.
Speaking of the Big Gay City, we were in Atlanta for a season and got *0* acknowledgement of the vibrant gay community there. More things to look forward to.
Was anybody else singing Selena along with Isabel? That is my favorite Selena song!
By rule of Felix being a male and Pilar being a female close in age, I immediately thought they were going to be a thing. The writers didn’t pull that thread too much...
That moment at the end there when we all thought Victor was going to hold off on his announcement only for him to go “fuck it” and say it anyways? And then he got to exhale? Perfect. chef’s kiss
What with June being Pride month, the SCOTUS ruling a couple of days ago, this entire show premiering today, and Delliot things going down in less than 24 hours, this will likely be the gayest week of the year. I suggest we all enjoy it.
Stay Peachy!
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Neptune?
Oh boy...... this dude. Buckle the fuck in
Favorite thing about them
Gay bitch! *does a gay little run that pisses you off* also he is trans
Serious answer: what a fucking nerd. Same hat! Seriously though, I love how for all he tries to seem “cool,” he’s just a nerd. Also, I think he’s very analytical! I really liked his chapter in btd because of that. And same hat to that as well. Just in general, he’s super fun to play with, and he’s really compelling to me because of how much he Tries but ultimately does not succeed.
Least favorite thing about them
Apart from the Everything(aka the playboy attitude)? I actually hate that he’s treated as a joke for acting “gay” in rwby chibi. Like ok, yeah, I’ll take my crumbs, but make it canon fuckers
Favorite line
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
brOTP
*gets out my metaphorical spreadsheet* ruby and here’s why
They’re both bookworms! Ruby loves fiction, Neptune loves nonfiction. Together, they tackle the whole library. But at the same time, Ruby absolutely grew up watching remnant’s bill nye the science guy and also is smart enough to make crescent rose, and also I think she’d read a lot about any topic that interested her. And Neptune would be such a romantic and secretly read YA romance novels. Just. Bookworms bonding, yes. Also they’re both autistic don’t @ me. Also also, iirc lindsay said her favorite character(besides ruby of course) is neptune, so yeah.
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Seamonkeys but this is where I actually Talk About It
So. The fall of beacon wasn’t actually the first time Sun left his team, and he says this himself. He did this in volume 1, when he ditched them to leave for vale early. So the thing about not just seamonkeys, but the whole team dynamic, is that this isn’t the first time sun fucked up like this. But what makes the fall of beacon the more important and gut-wrenching and dynamic-altering one, apart from what I just said, is how long he’s gone. He’s gone for months. And right after the fall of beacon no less, which was traumatic for everyone, these boys included. So while they’re recovering and trying to get things back to “normal,” they don’t even have their team leader there to help them or even just be with them.
Neptune of course is in love with him. Obviously. Who do you take me for, this is a seamonkeys blog. Honestly I think he was in love with sun the whole time and has been pining since the beginning of their friendship. Anyway, he’s got all these conflicting emotions about what’s happening. Obviously they’re all mad, him included, but most of all he just misses sun. And his absence is noticeable. Who’s there to rally them into doing dumb shit anymore?
The worst part is that they can’t contact him, because the CCT network is down. But can you imagine, the day that sun finally showed up again in his contacts once he went back to haven? God.
So once they’re reunited, neptune clings to him. He doesn’t want to lose him for a third time, and he also wants to make up for lost time, and also he wants to be able to pretend like none of it ever happened, that they can go back to their normal routine now that he’s back. That’s what they did last time, right? And between sage and scarlet not wanting anything to do with sun, neptune trying so hard to pretend things are how they’ve “always” been, and sun wanting to just get on with it all without putting in any of the emotional work to reconcile with his team, nothing is getting done.
I have my own version of events that goes down after that because before the dawn is my playground that I can do whatever I want with, but basically what needs to happen is that neptune needs to basically get a life outside of his team. And honestly the reinitiation was the perfect way of doing that. I have him bond with team BYRN(especially Rae, wink wink nudge at my followers who’ve seen me talk about her before). And being around new people helps boost his self-confidence, and then he’s ready for a romantic relationship with sun.
Sun though? Just needs someone to put him in his place and wake him the fuck up. And blake did give this to him, at the start of before the dawn he’s leaps and bounds better than he was in volume 4. But there’s still more work he needs to put in. He needs to actually commit to his team, so btd is about that.
Basically, sun fucks up, and both of them need to put in the effort to make their relationship work. Mostly though, it’s about the pining. You cannot even begin to imagine the pining. Surprisingly I didn’t tallk about it much during these several paragraphs, but that’s because it can really be summed up in one sentence llksdjfdlksfj. Also as a subset of that, JEALOUS NEPTUNE good god
nOTP
Him and yang sorry for anyone who ships them but she just finds him so fucking annoying god bless good for her
Random headcanon
Buddy...... buddy. You have no idea. There is one in particular that i’ll tallk about though: him and pyrrha used to be friends at Sanctum.
Not best friends. Not even close friends. But they were the only friend the other had. They were the loners that sat at the same lunch table and did group projects together, but didn’t hang out or know each other that well. But they were in this situation for opposite reasons. With pyrrha, it’s the same as when she’s at beacon: everyone sees pyrrha nikos the champion fighter, the celebrity, someone they shouldn’t talk to, or get to know. She was isolated from everyone. With neptune.... well, he canonically has “about the presence of a chair.” And one of my biggest headcanons for him is that before he met the rest of team sssn, he didn’t put effort into trying to look “cool,” he was just a nerd. So yeah, no one really noticed him either.
So him and pyrrha only really had each other, and even then it wasn’t that deep of a friendship. They were both academic, though; like, invested in their studies and stuff, so I think that commonality did make them more comfortable with each other. And maybe near their graduation, pyrrha invited neptune to study with her, but then they went off to different academies and never got any closer than that. Maybe neptune started crushing on pyrrha, but again nothing would have come of it and he would’ve just tried to hide it.
Actually, now that I think about it, I bet they danced with each other at school dances, very awkwardly of course. Pyrrha would ask him once the dance had started and they had been standing there a while bc he was the only one she was comfortable with. Hmmmm actually writing this made me even more invested in these two than I was ten minutes ago. Welp. And they’re not a ship for me, but brotp doesn’t really fit either, I just think they were really important to each other at that point in their lives.
Unpopular opinion
Ok so this is complicated. I guess my unpopular opinion is “he actually has the possibility to have so much fucking depth if the writers could just SEE it” *loses my mind*
Song I associate with them
The song from that album is Ewing
But uh lskdjflkdfjd I have a (more or less) carefully cultivated neptune playist and I could show you everything here individually, and explain exactly why it’s on there, but I won’t. I will say though, Drops of Jupiter by Train perfecty captures the seamonkeys feel, although Sleepless Nights by ayokay has been THE seamonkeys/neptune song for me for over a year now so nothing can take its place. Here’s the full playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2ZulwB4hWIdZ3LxxQ5QuvQ?si=-XiW2VUeRVacrMs23vYlnw
There’s everything ranging from serious songs(i wanna get better) to joke songs(santa baby) to otter pop which is on there because of ottertune(if you remember ottertune you’re entitled to a rwby senior discount)
Favorite picture of them
So fucking many but here take this yes it is my current pfp
#ask#anon#chris post#OOPS it was a lot#*delibrates over whether to post this for like an hour*#team season
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Thanks to a friend I got my grubby little hands on a copy of the new New Mutants first issue first thing this morning, and I mostly really liked it? Maybe the most out of all the new Dawn of X titles so far?
Spoilers below:
The Bad:
Really really really painful clunky wow this is bad stilted exposition between Dani and Berto to catch new readers up to speed, like Previously on As The X Turns or whatever.
The Good:
Almost everything else? I know, I was surprised too.
But the characterizations were on point, Chamber and Mondo being tossed in with the rest of the classic New Mutants gang is kinda random but it works, I think.
The shout out to Synch and Monet being elsewhere doing stuff was nice, like, I would’ve loved seeing them too but its not really their book and I’m still riding the high of Ev just being alive again at all.
The New Mutants gang all living communally together in one big house on Krakoa IS MY EVERYTHING AND LITERALLY ALL I’VE EVER WANTED FOR THESE CRAZY KIDS I THINK IM GONNA CRY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT WTF. Like as many troubling implications as Dawn of X and Krakoa as a whole have, at least until I figure out how many of them are meant to be there as plot points and how many are just things that weren’t considered or else weren’t considered problems.....like, if Hickman keeps tossing out little gems like this, I am weak and I just. Its such a little thing but its SO GOOD.
Illyana being obsessed with the new Krakoan strain of coffee and willing to cut you if you try and touch her coffee is my new favorite trope.
Just Illyana in general. God, when she’s written like this, she’s one of my all time faves. Her replying to being called a demon girl with stuff like “lol its cute you think thats an insult” and her sparring match with Raza is just...gold.
Berto was my runner up fave in the issue. God, the classic Berto characterization, like this is him at his quintessential best. The casual arrogance but delivered with enough charm that its like oh Berto, instead of ugh, Berto....the assumption that he’s the one in charge in Sam’s absence, yet not even slightly offended when its later basically established that the others are just humoring him because none of them really want the job, and the second he makes an ‘executive decision’ they don’t agree with, they just go and do their own thing anyway, and Berto’s like....yeah, that tracks. Oh well.
Doug is the most interesting he’s been in...since like, ever, pretty much. And that’s even with the fact that I’ve always kinda liked him anyway.
The classic New Mutants style adventure. Like, this is the kinda thing they DID as kids, and that was like....what made them them. The X-Men are all about saving the world....the New Mutants were just a bunch of weird outcast mutant kids who were friends who never would have been friends if not for the mutant thing bringing them all together....and them just hanging out and stumbling into hijinks that turn into the most random adventures as just...them living their lives.
So to see them basically get involved in an epic space adventure that really just organically results from them being like, y’know what we’re missing? Sam. This place is awesome but its not perfect as long as he’s not here, and he’s off in Shi’ar space living with his new wife and kid, so obviously, the logical course of action is to go into space, bum a ride from Cyclops’ pirate dad, and then wind up arrested for crimes against the Space Empire because like...pirates, man. Effin space pirates.
Also, its nice to see them continuing with the whole thing where Sam totally got together and had a kid with one of the Shi’ar Imperial Guard. Like, every appearance of him since Hickman’s Avengers run basically acted like that never happened, and I didn’t read his Avengers run because eww, Avengers, I can’t do that even for Sam and Berto and I LOVE THEM, like. There are limits to even my ability to stan and thus stomach Unfortunate Canon Things. So I’ve literally never read a comic with Smasher, Sam’s new....girlfriend? Wife? Idk their relationship status. And I’m not at all invested in their relationship but I AM always a fan for any and all chances for X-characters to be allowed to have new relationships and GROW instead of cycling through the same half a dozen dynamics they’ve been stuck in for twenty plus years.
So, I mean, I know that literally the only thing keeping Sam plus Smasher plus their new baby a thing is the fact that Hickman’s writing this title personally and of course he wanted to return to the plot point he established with Sam even if nobody since him has wanted to touch on it, but I’m not mad about it, and like. X-Men having kids is a THING with me, and Sam is A+ Daddy material and omg if you make that into a kink joke I will hurt you, YOU ALL KNOW WHAT I MEANT lmfao.
But srsly, the team being all ‘brb, we’re just going to a galaxy far far away to bug our BFF into coming back to live on Fantasy Island with us in our big communal dome house thingie’.....it honestly couldn’t feel any more classic New Mutants but still with them all grown up, like, even if I tried to come up with a more fundamentally THEM plot with all my might.
Also, never hurts to be reminded that even though Corsair is Scott’s dad, like....the dude is kinda a douche and always has been, and his characterization here is absolutely valid. Fuck that dude.
Last but not least:
The Bad but purely in an objective way that like, its not bad writing, its just I Don’t Like It, Fuck You:
As much as I’m happy to see Sam’s latest relationship status upheld and continued to be built upon, the Sam/Bobby shipper in me can’t help but be all awww, sad feels. Which Sam/Bobby, you ask? Drake or DaCosta? Either. Both. Whichever. I’m not picky!
I maintain there was room for Ev and Monet to be squeezed in there somehow if Hickman like, really TRIED, gosh darnit. And it IS a little weird to me that if he was going to mash together some members of the Gen X lineup with the classic New Mutants for this particular adventure....umm, where’s Paige? Did nobody think hey wonder if our Gen X teammate and friend Paige Guthrie wants to come with us to go see her brother and new nephew? I mean, I guess maybe she’s busy hanging out with her presumably newly resurrected little brother Jay, but given the story context, that could’ve used a mention somewhere. That’s just my personal nitpick though.
Too much focus on Rahne. With full awareness that it was only like, one scene of focus, a few pages at most, but any focus on Rahne is too much focus for me, sorry not sorry. Turns out I still hate her and like, look, I know its not actually her FAULT given that she’s a fictional character that didn’t write the story that made me hate her, but its a Thing and I think at this point I can safely say her character is ruined for me forever and I’m like....Magma should be around somewhere too, what if you just like....quietly air-lifted Rahne out of this story and dropped Amara in instead, like, INSTANT IMPROVEMENT, try it, you’ll see! I am not biased, this is totally impartial criticism!
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Office Fun
Summary: Finn fools around in the office
Warnings: smut
Word Count: 1.4K
Finn’s shirt collar was starting to suffocate him. He felt like his cubicle walls were closing in on him, and his boss was forcing him to sit there and wait until he was crushed to death. The worst part about all of this was that he had chosen it. He gave up his life at the garage, and settled for this: an office job, a desk, a computer, and slowly dying inside. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. The spreadsheet he had spent the last two hours working on seemed completely meaningless. Once he finished it, he would send it to his supervisor, David, who would send it down to records without ever looking at it. There it would sit, saved to a hard drive until the end of the quarter, when it would be used to create yet another spreadsheet about “Overall Productivity and Profitability.” But since the second spreadsheet could just as easily be made using the information direct from the transaction records, the hours of his life he was investing into this pointless task were just being wasted away for nothing.
A hand reached over his shoulder and placed a cup of coffee on his desk. “You look like you want to jump out a window.”
Ah, Y/N. The only reason he hadn’t jumped out a window yet.
“Bored?” She asked.
He took a sip of the coffee, and smiled at her. “Not anymore.”
She laughed, and his eyes dragged down her body. She was wearing that dress again, the red one with the black pattern running down it. Whenever she wore that thing, he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and she knew it. She made a point of walking by his desk more often than usual when she had it on, and shot him that coy smile when she caught him checking out her ass. She rested her hand on the back of his seat, and leaned down to make it look like they were discussing the work on his computer.
He turned his head towards her, and inhaled her coconut shampoo. “Can you come over tonight?” He asked.
She shook her head. “I have to stay late,” she said. “I’m working on a project with Liam.”
“You put that dress on knowing I wasn’t gonna be able to take it off?” Despite the irritation in his tone, he smiled.
She brushed back her hair. “You think I choose my outfits just to tease you?”
“Yes.”
She grinned. “Smart boy.”
David walked out of his office and clapped his hand together to get the office’s attention. “Alright. Upper staff meeting in conference room B, five minutes. We’ll need a budgeting rep, so Hannah, you can sit in on this too.”
The staff closed their computers, stowed their papers, and made their way into the conference room. As they passed by, Finn typed random numbers into his spreadsheet while Y/N muttered some bullshit about a filing error. They were still lower staff, a fact that Finn was endlessly grateful for. The titles were entirely arbitrary; the only difference was the lower staff didn’t have to attend these useless meetings and listen to David spout information they could all access through the database.
Y/N straightened up as Finn erased the numbers he had put in. “Brendan’s out today,” she said.
“Yeah, he called in sick,” Finn said. “Did you need him for something?”
“Finn.” He looked up at her. “Brendan’s out, and Hannah’s in the meeting,” she said, mischief glinting in her eyes.
Finn pursed his lips for a moment before realization dawned on him. Other than them, Brendan and Hannah were the only other two lower staff members. A smile spread across his face as he looked around the now empty office. He stood up, and pushed Y/N back towards his desk. “We need to be fast,” he said. Office relationships were strictly against company policy. Of course, fucking in the office would get you fired just about anywhere, but Y/N was well worth the risk
He kissed her passionately, his hands sliding up her legs. She lifted her hips off the desk to give him the room to hike up her skirt. As his tongue slipped into her mouth, he cupped her sex, his palm grinding against her clit. She moaned against his lips, and he smirked. “Quiet, baby,” he murmured. “Don’t wanna attract any attention.” She giggled, running her hands down his chest. He pushed her panties to the side, slicking his fingers with her arousal, and grinning as she bit her lip. He pushed one finger into her, then two, then three. “Fucking dripping for me.”
“Fuck,” she moaned. “I need you, Finn. Now.”
He pulled his fingers out of her, and loosened his belt. She pushed her panties down her legs, and spread them for him as he unzipped his fly. Her fingers moved to her clit, rubbing fast circles as she waited for Finn to pull himself out of his pants. She grinned when she saw him. She had to resist the temptation to drop to her knees and lick the precum off his red tip. They couldn’t waste any more time. She grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him closer to her. He stood between her legs, positioned his cock at her entrance, and pushed inside of her. She buried her head into the crook of his neck and moaned against his shirt. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin through the skirt. His thrusts were fast, shallow, and desperate, and his breath was hot against the back of her neck.
“God, Finn,” she groaned. “You feel amazing.”
He pulled her hair, forcing her head back so he could kiss her. Her right hand slid over his shoulders and closed into a fist around his shirt as her left moved down to massage her clit.
“That’s right,” he muttered. “Make yourself cum on my cock.”
Her legs tightened around his waist, and her fingers increased their pace.
Beads of sweat trailed down his face as he stared at her with eyes hazed over by pleasure. “So. Fucking. Hot.” He punctuated each word of his sentence with a thrust hard enough to make her gasp.
She hit his back lightly. “I’m not gonna be able to keep it down if you keep doing that,” she breathed out, eliciting a short laugh from Finn.
His hands moved down to grab her ass, holding her body in place as he fucked her. “Then don’t,” he said. He didn’t care if their coworkers heard them. Let the entire building know just how good he could make her feel as long as she screamed his name.
But she didn’t. She leaned on to his shoulder and bit down on her fist to keep herself quiet as she worked herself up.
Her muscles tensed, and her fingers pressed down on her clit as they lost all other dexterity. She came as quietly as she could, softly whining into her hand as her hips bucked up.
Finn moaned softly when her muscles clenched around his cock, his hips losing their steady rhythm. Y/N drew him in, pressing her forehead against his as he grunted out his pleasure. His jaw hung open, and he shot his hot seed into her. She captured his lips in a heated kiss to keep any moans from escaping. His hips stopped pumping, and he opened his eyes. They were full of a type of worship that made her grin.
“I love you,” he said breathlessly.
“I love you too,” she said. She pulled him back in for another kiss when they heard a door opening from across the hall. She shoved him backwards and hopped down from the desk. As Finn yanked his pants back up and fumbled with his belt, she put her panties back on, and smoothed out her skirt.
Finn tucked his shirt back in as the door swung open, and their coworkers sauntered in. They both attempted to conceal their heavy breathing as everybody returned to their seats. Finn busied himself with his computer while Y/N flipped through some of the papers on his desk.
“Well, this all looks fine,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Thanks for the consult,” he said, shooting her a discreet wink as she stepped away from the desk.
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how about two top fives? top five characters you werent supposed to like but you did and top five characters you were supposed to like but didnt
Ooh nice I really have to think about this! And I hope this is what you meant but I took this to be what the narrative wanted you to like and/or who fandom likes a lot
Characters I Wasn’t Supposed to Like But Did:
I remember when I started Buffy, I saw that fandom had hated Dawn and I was going in prepared to be like, oh man, I’m probably gonna hate her too I wonder why she’s so annoying what does she do? And then I watched and I just…didn’t get it? I understood why she wouldn’t be anyone’s top 5 but I absolutely adored her and she was tied for #1 favorite character for me
Probably Cersei Lannister lmao. She was a massive bitch and I was rooting for her death the whole time, but god she was one of the most fun characters to watch and I loved to hate her so much that she’d go on screen and I’d be like “YESSSSS”
People really hated Carl from TWD and I think that’s lessened a lot nowadays but man I always adored that kid. I know he had his annoying moments but I absolutely adored him and he’s the only reason I ever continued on with the show after Glenn died.
I’m going to be honest. I really don’t hate Ross from Friends. Yeah he’s pretty shitty and his views are outdated af (maybe even for the 90s?) but I thought he was a funny character and honestly, I thought that with the exception of Phoebe they were all kind of shitty characters (Chandler made fun of Monica’s weight multiple times from a friend to being her husband and was with Cathy while she was with Joey, Monica assumed a maid was stealing from her, etc.). Also side note, Ted from HIMYM annoys me a lot but honestly I didn’t go through the show hating him. I went through the show with him as my least favorite each season and being far more invested in Swarkles and their story, but I ultimately did stick through the show to hear his story, and to see how he may have grown in order to find and be with Tracy - and when he met her I was happy not only because we finally saw how he met the Mother, but because he was finally with his soulmate (until the show fucked it up, of course). But anyway, idk, as much as I love Swarkles and the other characters, I don’t think I would have been able to follow the show if I hated the main character and wasn’t invested in him finding happiness
Kali from Stranger Things. Her story was underdeveloped, sure, but I’m hoping to see more of her in the coming seasons and I’m going to be real, I feel like if she was played by someone like Dacre Montgomery fans would have been raaaaving about how amazing Kali was and how they were excited to see more of Kali in the future.
Characters I Was Supposed to Like But Didn’t:
Michael Cordero from JTV. I actually started out liking him, just not wanting him and Jane together, because - and don’t get me wrong before I say anything; Rafael has messed up too, but the extent Michael did things was on a far greater scale to ruin a relationship forever IMO. He made a plan with Petra for her to get Jane’s baby, even when Jane wasn’t sure, he was directly responsible for Mateo getting kidnapped - which wasn’t his intention, but later when Rafael reported him, Michael knew this, went undercover, and still initiated a fight with Rafael saying that he got him fired, and did this while Rafael was right next to his infant son, who ended up getting hurt. Then he continued to just stalk Jane afterwards, and I just couldn’t understand how a character like Jane, who despite being so full of love and forgiveness still loves her son above all else, was with and married a man who tried to get him out of her life and directly hurt him. The more I watched the more I disliked him, and I hated the bad implication of fans ramping up Rafael to be evil while Michael was the “good guy” who “deserved” Jane (and there’s a bad implication there that even though both characters are white, most of fandom didn’t realize Rafael wasn’t a man of color until recently, and that Michael was literally portrayed and shown as Jane’s “white knight” in the narrative).
Maggie from Supergirl. I tried really hard but I just couldn’t, and I’m going to be honest I think it’s most likely just because I was both really starting to dislike Supergirl and also because I was majorly annoyed at the whole Fl*riana Lima situation, and while I tried not to let it affect how I saw the character, I usually couldn’t look at Maggie after a while without feeling vaguely annoyed - so that’s honestly much less about the writing and me not being able to separate character from actor in that case to be completely completely honest
Trish from JJ. IDK if the show cares if we like her but the fandom adores her and I’m just….eh. I didn’t care about her in the first season (I disliked that she tried going with Jessica even though it was something that made Jessica vulnerable, and that fandom consistently pushed Trish up and would bash Luke) and in the second season she just got much worse to me. I’m not watching s3 unless JJ comes back on Disney plus but from what I’ve heard, I’m not going to like her there either. And I don’t think any of it is OOC from the Trish we’ve seen in the show tbh. I hated her more with each episode, but each progression seemed natural (for the show they’ve written, not what the comic counterpart is because I can’t speak to that at all)
Dany from GOT. Unlike with Trish, even though I started hating Dany from like….season 5 onwards (although by s4 I was starting to get kind of annoyed) I am still on the crowd that she (like most characters) was written massively poorly in season 8. I think it could have been a natural progression for her to have been a mad queen, but the show rushed it and made a huge jump that her character shouldn’t have made with the story that they wrote. That being said, her being a mad queen didn’t surprise me and while I still love book Dany, show Dany was a huge white savior and watching almost every POC die for her story while she was touted as a feminist icon was………………………eh
Kurt from Glee ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god I hated him. He was a massive hypocrite most of the time (I mean everyone was but he really grinded my gears) and after like 2 seasons he always seemed to act like he was better than everyone. Honestly insert him, Rachel (half the time), and Will in here and I like…did not like them
put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer
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Doesn’t Hurt to Try (fic)
Merle wouldn't have gotten married if his family hadn't arranged it. But it could be a good deal right? And it doesn't hurt to try. Until it does.
(on Ao3)
It wasn’t as bad as he remembered later. But it was never good either.
It was a shame, an absolute shame that Merle Highchurch wasn’t married. That’s what his relatives said at least. So they took it upon themselves to set up a marriage for him. Hekuba Roughridge was a real wild child even for a beach dwarf. She’d never told anyone who Mavis’ father was, and had the child out of wedlock. Merle was a cleric of the God of Wildplaces, had his own cottage on the beach, could make a garden thrive on the beachhead scrubland and had a small business selling trinkets to tourists and doing quickie, regrettable marriages. (Merle’s option on marriage was a bit colored.) But Merle figured, hell why not get married? He had cousins but nothing closer, even if they got on all right at Candlenights, sometimes it just felt damn lonely. So when the matchmaking started, he just went with it, and let everything get arranged. He didn’t even really meet his bride to be until everything was set. Hekuba was a pretty enough dwarf, stocky in the right places, her beard and hair sunstreaked gold. Probably better than he deserved.
The wedding itself was one disaster after another. It had to have been some sort of divine message, but it still happened. Dwarves loved a good party, and they liked a bad party almost as much. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.
Merle looked over at her as they were hoisted up into the air by their relations to display the new couple and kept hold of her hand. It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it? It might not be so bad.
There was nothing romantic about food poisoning, however, so the wedding night left something to be desired. Consummation for one thing, though that did happen later.
The cottage had always felt a little big just for him, so it was kind of nice to hear another voice in it, and the occasional cries from the baby. Still a baby, not yet a child. Somehow, meeting Mavis for the first time was magical in a way the wedding had not been. Looking down at her, Merle was sure she already had a higher passive perception score than he did. It was something about the way she looked at him, and considered carefully before wrapping her fingers around the one of his he offered. He wasn’t sure what to do with her, any more than he was sure about anything, but Merle made up his mind to try. How hard could it be? (Hard. The answer was hard. It was so much harder to raise a child than a garden.)
Holding Mookie was an experience. It was different from holding Mavis. Mookie was so small and just wouldn’t hold still, kicking his way out of the blankets even though he was less than an hour old. In the back of his head, Merle thought “Who allowed this to happen?! How am I qualified to raise this kid?!” but his heart swelled anyway, like a wave about to take down a sandcastle. He’d do his best. Keep the kid away from over organized religion for one thing. He smiled over the squirming bundle at his wife, and she even smiled back, looking exasperated at both of them already. Of course Mookie had been pretty active when he’d been on the inside too, so maybe she was.
What Merle had not been expecting was how… well… respectable Hekuba was. After all the warnings from their matchmaking relatives, he expected to have to shoo her out of his herbage.
He expected lax kitchen habits. Maybe side lovers. He wouldn’t have minded any of that.
But no, she liked the cottage, she liked the beach. She even, sometimes, seemed to like him. She took over the finances, managed them better than he ever had- frankly, he’d kept his money in a jar in the kitchen, next to the coffee. Hekuba got a bank account, suddenly there were savings? Investments? Real estate that wasn’t under the cottage? These were reasons not to wear sandals all the time or lie in the garden until dawn smoking and counting the stars. She was fiercely respectable in a crusty beach dwarf way. The cottage developed bright colors on it’s shutters and doors. Pink and green and blue like flowers. Merle kind of liked it, even thought it was nothing he would have done.
He did not care for the nagging. If she wanted to be respectable, that was her business, but he didn’t feel like changing. He liked his sandals and his flower print robes. He hadn’t really thought too much about what parts of his life would be changed by getting married. Merle changed diapers and he hated it. He tossed the children in the air and caught them, and he loved hearing their screams. Mavis made it clear after the first few times that she did not like the game, hands clenched around his wrists whenever he picked her up, but her little brother would demand it. Mookie trailed after him on the beach as he gathered the bounty of the changing world, and tried to put everything in his mouth.
A prayer to Pan healed the damage the sea urchin did, but not the trust Hekuba had given him that he would keep the kid safe. Mookie was fine, so Merle didn’t see what the big deal was. Mookie had even learned something, and would give things a look over before putting them in his mouth now.
He still put most of them in his mouth, but the kid had just gotten a handle on walking. Putting things in his mouth was part of the process.
Merle didn’t want to be ‘respectable’. It was a nasty trap of letting other people decide what was right for you, as far as he was concerned. He wanted to keep doing what he was already doing, only with company. He was fine with who he was, he’d made peace with it, enjoyed it even. Or he thought he had. It was harder to be satisfied with his choices when someone was telling him they were wrong all the time. That he should be better. A better husband, a better father, a better person, a better cleric.
Merle started to feel like a project, like her budding pearl farm, or the home improvements that changed the entire feel of the cottage. It made him dig his heels in. He spent more time in his garden and gathering shells and interesting driftwood on the beach. She would push, he would dig in further. One week he made sure the kids could swim; he hadn’t learned until one of his last years at Pan Camp, on a dare from a girl. With the ocean right there, he wanted to make sure the kids could stay on the top of the water. But apparently according to Hekuba they were ‘too young’ never mind that Mookie had taken to it like the spastic starfish he was.
She complained he was under foot, so he took a three day trip to the cliffs to the south and cleared out a sea cave that had become a haven for poisonous snails with shells like soap bubbles. Since that apparently meant he was never home, he hunkered down to process the shells to make jewelry. Only one in ten survived, but the results were stunning. He made nightlights out of the biggest, because they’d cast rainbow light on the walls in spiraling patterns. They were some of the best things he’d ever made.
And somehow that turned into an argument about everything he made.
“You could make something of yourself! You could Do something!” ‘Do something’ meant ‘do what I tell you you should do’ Merle was well into his second century, and not having that.
“I do lots of things! I make things.”
“You can’t support a family making trinkets. Terrible trinkets!”
“They make me happy.”
“Well that’s one person.”
“One more than you do.” he growled back. She’d scowled at him, and he left the room before she could start yelling again. As he passed the door to the kid’s room he heard it shut.
“Fuck.” Merle muttered. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t their fault either. And he guessed it wasn’t all Hekuba’s fault. He slammed the back door open, then shut again anyway. Everyone’s fault. Nobody’s fault. PanDamnit. He crashed out in the garden in a bed of sweet grass, chewing it to calm himself. It didn’t work. It wasn’t the first argument that they’d have about his handycrafts, and it wouldn’t be the last either.
As time went on more and more of their conversations took place as shouting matches. Merle could say that he’d never yelled at his kids, but that was really the best he could say. Everything became an argument.
He began smoking, not as entertainment, but just as trying to get through the day. One more thing to argue about. He tried to fight back. He tried to strike first, picking at her the same way. It wasn’t really his style. He tried to let it wash over him. Even the ever changing ocean stopped appealing the same way. Merle was tired, but felt stuck, rooted in the earth like his garden. He felt worn away like stone. He wondered if Hekuba felt the same way, rehashing the same arguments over and over again.
She sounded tired when he left for the store. But she didn’t care where he went, and he didn’t care that she was tired, not really.
The trading post sold the best of his stuff, coasters, painted sunsets on driftwood, little pipes made out of driftwood and shell, simple jewelry made out of hemp string and shark teeth. It also contained the post office. Merle sorted through the mail, even though Mavis had, in her serious way, taken it as a personal chore to walk down the beach every other day to collect it. Most of it was addressed to Hekuba, so he left it. He picked up his package of the latest Pan Tracts. In the back of his mind, he remembered someone referring to them as Pan-flets, but couldn’t remember who came up with it. Always made him smile though. Merle hung around the store for a bit, poking in the back asiles, watching the chess game on the porch, buying and drinking a beer, listening to gossip. Doing anything except finishing his business and going home. At last, he couldn’t think of a damn nother thing to do, and bought rolling papers for the herbage he grew, and cigarettes of stuff he didn’t. The more he thought about walking back up the path to his door, the worse it felt.
“Pan, I know I haven’t always been the best guy.” Merle thought to himself desolately “But, man, I don’t know if I can go on like this. I could use a sign.” He turned away from the counter, looking at his change, and saw hanging up on the announcements wall a tour for Kenny Chesney. The next date was only a few towns away. He put the money in his pocket, walked out the door and kept walking.
Notes: originally the story had more after him walking out but that was just a good exit.
So I didn’t have to write trying-to-be-a-roadie Merle. Though I may anyway. I think I like him.
I have Feelings about Pan okay. Brought on by way too much knowledge religion. I know a lot more about Pan than I do dysfunctional marriages.
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AMYCUS CARROW is A DEATH EATER in the war, even though HIS official job is as A CURSE BREAKER & HIT MAN the TWENTY SIX year old PUREBLOOD is known to be PATIENT and RESERVED but also VIOLENT and TWO FACED. some might label them as THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE. fc: ryan gosling
ANTHEMS:
feel it still - portugal the man // devil like me - rainbow kitten surprise // dead man’s arms - bishop briggs // fever pitch - rainbow kitten surprise // devil eyes - hippie sabotage // dark side - bishop briggs.
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BACKGROUND / FAMILY:
Amycus Abigor Carrow came crashing into the world screaming for his sister. Born the eldest to the Carrow dynasty, he was expected to eventually mount the role as the heir to the family legacy, but Amycus quickly proved himself to be Quite the Disappointment.
As a young child, Amycus was soft spoken, easily intimidated and quiet ( main inspiration for baby Amycus: Radu from And I Darken tbh ). Mostly clung to the family’s staff, always crying, always craving closeness. For a while, he was just as angelic as he looked.
Never saw much of his parents while growing up. His father was a successful businessman who only had kids because he was supposed to ( to carry on the blood line ), and wanted nothing to do with him. Instead, Amycus was left in the care of his grandfather.
His grandfather was FUCKED. An absolutely terrible man. A Death Eater before his time. An actual demon. Can’t say enough bad things about him, ya feel.
Either way, his grandfather was absolutely disgusted by Amycus, who could never fit into the mold that had been created for him. Thought his grandson was a poor excuse for a Carrow and thought he could change that through pain and violence. So, lessons were drilled in using corporal punishment, and the emotional and physical abuse he suffered eventually turned him into something colder and darker. What had once been soft, turned harsh, rough around the edges. A shell of a boy was left behind, not a trace of that sweetness left behind once they were done with him ( but were they ever? ).
Amycus basically became filled with resentment against everyone in his family, with the exception of Alecto. She has always been there, from the day they were born. She was the one to dry his tears, the one to hold his hand, the one to tell him where to hide. The one constant, his safe haven. They come as a matching set, and Amycus would kill ( and definitively has, too lbr ) for her.
Gained a definite rebellious streak pretty early on, which only became more aggressive as he got older. Once he reached his teenage years, he’d do ANYTHING and everything to fuck with his father & grandfather. Kinda stopped caring about the punishment, so used to pain that he stopped fearing it. Almost stopped feeling it.
Definitively grew up in his sister’s shadow, and was always the lesser Carrow.
When he turned fifteen, he moved out and never looked back. Decided to make his own future, and just never spoke to his family (Alecto is always the exception we all know this) again. Because fuck y’all, basically.
SO. His family’s plans had been for him to finish his education at Hogwarts, and then follow in his father’s foot steps and take over the company and the family name. Amycus had different plans though, obviously.
His family were... so angry with him. But they definitively pretend ( because can’t have Amycus ruining their good reputation, am I right ) that they were the ones to encourage Amycus to find his own path in life and become a curse breaker.
Though, Amycus was never denounced as a Carrow ( because they didn’t wanna air their dirty laundry to the world, ya know ). Most pureblood families have noticed though that Amycus isn’t exactly... close with his family. I mean, at pureblood parties, he literally pretends that he can’t see them.
AESTHETIC / VIBES:
old gramophones, blood stained mirrors, broken glasses, bleeding fists, standing in silence for hours, chipped teeth, unwavering loyalty, unhealed scars, getting home at the crack of dawn, red wine, eyes too blue to be trusted, long showers, god complexes, the color of dusk, messy hair, blood soaked suits, always cheating death, a rebel just for kicks, dried crimson on dull blades, half smiles, just beating and beating until the world stops, no conscience, half empty wine bottles, impersonal offices, a face that doesn’t quite match his demeanor.
HOGWARTS YEARS:
Was a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.
patience/loyalty/dedication vs self preservation/resourcefulness/dedication mostly.
At Hogwarts, Amycus felt in power for the first time. Ended up becoming the aggressor, finding solace in pain and violence. Found that he was good at inflicting pain, and liked being good at SOMETHING. Had never really felt that before. :/
Eventually got a taste for blood, and started getting into fights with other students, each run in more violent than the next.
STILL, did not end up in detention, because for a while, the teachers couldn’t believe that someone like Amycus ( who was mostly known for being very quiet and looking sweet ) would hurt another student. It would take for him to eventually get caught in the act, until that perception shattered.
Was that kid who used bugs and insects to practice unforgivable curses on. Eventually progressed to torturing students as well.
Excelled in charms, and can do wonders with a wand when he puts his mind to it. Most other grades were pretty shit though.
AFTER HOGWARTS:
Once he graduated from Hogwarts, he was meant to take his place in the Carrow dynasty ( grandfather somehow STILL believing that he would come to his senses ), but fuck that. So he basically left the country as fast as possible, and became a cursebreaker.
Which just made sense, because he has always been good at inflicting curses, and breaking them isn’t that different. He is very good at what he does.
First few years were spent working in ancient tombs abroad, mostly. That kind of work fit him really well, because he could wear whatever he wanted, didn’t have to talk to people too much, could do his own thing. Was also always someone around to beat up.
After a while, he started missing his sister, and returned home, where he found work at the ministry of magic. Today, he works for the removal of curses, jinxes and hexes office, which is a subdivision for the improper use of magic office.
Really likes his job? BUT. Also has a #second job.
On the side, he’s sort of a gun ( wand ) for hire, and will kill anyone who needs to be killed, for a price. Gives zero shit about the money though ( but the client needs to be rich, ya feel ).
Most of his clients are members of the sacred 28, who somehow always seem to want SOMEONE dead.
Honestly, I haven’t 100% figured out how he conducts this business because obviously he wants to remain anonymous. He probably has some sort of dramatic way of getting people to give him names that need to die idk. #to be determined
Joined the Death Eaters mostly because of his sister? But their agenda also really fits him, because violence? Bigotry? Death? Sign him tf up.
He isn’t the most invested in the whole pureblood supremacy thing ( but would he ever admit that? that’s a no ), but overall likes Voldemort and what he stands for.
Though he’s also lowkey intimidated by / afraid of Voldemort and is quite pleased with the fact that he doesn’t have to report directly to him.
For the Death Eaters, Amycus mostly works as an information gatherer, which is basically just a euphemism for him being one of their main torturers, who will torture people until they tell him whatever it is the Death Eaters want to know. He usually works together with his sister and they are disturbingly good at what they do.
AS A PERSON:
Cares very little for most people and is so so so selfish.
Lacks most of the finesse of his sister, tbh.
100% neutral evil. Kind of has a moral compass, it just points in the wrong direction at all times? Mostly just does whatever is best for him and Alecto though, and has zero interest in any righteous bullshit.
Does he think that he’s doing the right thing? Nope. He’s well aware that he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A bad dude. Does he care? Also no.
Might just be the most private person you’ll ever meet? He seldom reveals anything about himself, and when he does, it’s usually not true.
Will also lie about the dumbest and smallest of details.
SO self disciplined. Always in complete control, and it’s very hard to get a genuine reaction / rise out of him. Also so so so patient, and is happy to wait for whatever his current end game is.
Drinks and smokes heavily, but doesn’t personally think that he has a problem.
Mostly just a dumb asshole.
SO COLD.
Thrives off violence and is a total brute tbh.
Never fucking does what anyone tells him to do.
Someone: pls do this
Amycus: *does the exact opposite*
Bisexual !
Pretty good at hiding his death eater ties since he’s… paranoid as FUCK. And also keeps to himself. Always wears a mask. But some people probably suspect… stuff anyways, if they’ve like. Spent longer than two hours with him. Listen if Amycus wasn’t such a fucking asshole he probably could get away with it (/scooby doo villain voice). But then again, others will probably think he’s just cold af.
Looks a lot nicer than he is, which works to his advantage most of the time? Like he just looks like a nerdy, good dude. Is a total demon, but looks like an angel.
STYLE / FASHION / APPEARANCE :
Wears glasses (x), but somehow manages to fucking break them ALL THE TIME. The only thing keeping them together is magic.
Wears mostly wizard suits for work ( bc he has to :/ ), but will wear those long black robes in his free time. Think a vampire cape, flying in the wind. Ultimate drama. He really is THAT guy.
Will also wear stupid wizard band t-shirts a lot when working.
Keeps his hair short.
Like 70% of his wealth is probably spent on buying new clothes, because he keeps fucking ruining them by getting blood on them? Or just having them ripped to shreds in a fight, that works too.
Looks like he’s wearing the same exact shoes every day but actually has like... 200 different pairs. They all look the same.
Eyes appear either blue or grey, depending on the lighting.
Has some tattoos, and a half sleeve on his right arm, going from his shoulder to his elbow.
CHARACTER INFLUENCES :
caleb haas ( quantico )- the snark. the assholery. the background. the black sheep.
clay haas ( quantico ) - just the right amount of polished. the style. the general aesthetic. the hair.
angelus ( btvs ) - the disregard for human life. the darkness. the occasional brooding. the quips.
holden ford ( mindhunter ) - the scheming. the hidden ambition. the slyness. the resolution.
lucifer morningstar ( lucifer ) - the smile, the general vibe, the quips, the mannerisms, the darkness.
eric northman ( southern vampire mysteries ) - the confidence. the general dumbness. the stubbornness.
demon dean winchester ( supernatural ) - the occasional charm. the being an actual demon-ness. the blood lust. the bad jokes. the weakness for a pretty face.
wolverine ( x men ) - the violence. the moodiness. the hatred. the occasional gruff demeanor.
takeshi kovac ( altered carbon ) - the violence. the fucked up moral compass. the buried anger. the instinct to fight.
elian ( to kill a kingdom ) - the rebel prince. the angry heir. the sarcasm. the dialogue.
radu ( and i darken ) - amycus as a child. the softness. the sweet face. the loyalty to his sister.
hannibal lecter ( silence of the lambs ) - the calm. the politeness. seems so civilized, so nice. isn’t though.
FAVORITE CHARACTER TROPES :
DISSONANT SERENITY - someone smiling gently in the middle of death and carnage, seeming almost enlightened as they slit throats left and right.
THE BERSERKER - throws himself into battle with such reckless abandon, that it seems like he wants to die. never, ever retreats.
FACE OF AN ANGEL, MIND OF A DEMON - looks nice, is a demon.
DEVIL IN PLAIN SIGHT - obviously up to no good, but few people seem to take notice.
EVEN EVIL HAS LOVED ONES - loves his sister.
BLACK SHEEP - the family screw up, someone who rejects their role in the family.
DARK AND TROUBLED PAST™ - something terrible happened in the past. tragic backstory. yada yada.
EVEN EVIL HAS STANDARDS - or at least his own moral compass.
MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE - turns out evil has quite a lot of money and excellent fashion taste. most of the time.
PRAGMATIC VILLAINY - only does evil things when it serves him or his purposes tbh.
VIOLENCE IS THE ONLY OPTION - must fight.
OPPORTUNISTIC BASTARD - doesn’t really have a plan, totally winging it.
#maraudrshq:intros#abuse cw#child neglect cw#child abuse cw#murder cw#death cw#blood cw#violence cw#torture cw
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From a very young age, my wish everytime I saw a shooting star, blew out a birthday cake, or even when I prayed to God, was to wake up the next morning reborn as a girl. And I do mean a VERY young age, like 5 or 6, my wish was to be a cat, but that only lasted a couple of years, and from then on it was wishing to be a girl. When other kids were fantasizing about the kind of power they would wish for if they got the Dragon Balls, my fantasy was to be a girl. This isn’t a joke. I had a dream when I was like 10 that Krillin and Bulma flew in with the Dragon Balls into my bedroom, and they offered to let me make a wish, and I straight up wished to be a girl. When people asked me what super power I would like to have, it was always shape changing. My explanation was that it was versatile. If you wanna fly, turn in to a bird, if you wanna be invisible, turn in to something so small you can’t be seen. But really I just wanted to shape change in to a girl. And if the power followed Animorph rules, you know I’m going over that 2 hour mark.
A few years back, my life was at its lowest. No job, single, car out of commision (a bus hit it while it was parked), all my closest friend were hundreds or thousands of miles away, just a real shitshow. WoW was my only solace. And this was right after Draenor launched, so it wasn’t a particularly stable solace. Around that time I was starting to have heavy thoughts about transitioning. I imagined myself as being at a crossroads. I had been working off and on on a erotic gender transformation adventure game, real masturbatory wish fulfillment stuff, and I started really throwing myself in to again, trying to sort of burn myself out I guess. Get it out of my system. TI also bought things that would make me feel more girly. Things didn’t work out with it at the time, I wasn't ready to give myself to it, and I ended up deciding that life as a man was the path to take, and I moved forwarded. I’m a firm believer in multiverse theory, and I felt that this was a pretty big branching point for me. I felt in some universes I made the decision a lot easier thatn I did this one, like I was maybe a few steps away from being in a universe where I went the other way. but I’ve been second guessing that lately.
I had a couple of relationships over the next few years, one of which ended after only a month, but god bless her heart, she had promised to peg me, and she kept that promise, she came back a few weeks laters, I bought some lingerie and wore it proudly, knowing that it didn’t matter if this turned her off, the relationship was over anyway, I could do what I want. And for a first time, between two awkward uncoordinated plus sized people, it went pretty well. But the theatrics of it all, and having shaved legs for weeks, that kept me happy for a while.
So, nearly a year ago, back in July of 2017, I met the girl I am with now. She had just come out of a six year relationship and was looking to explore her sexuality, she let me know this going in, and I was game. Honestly, it took the pressure off, because I knew I couldn’t provide everything she would want from a man. But one of the things she wanted was a ddlg relationship. This had never been something that interested me, but I’m gonna be honest here, I figured I should give it a shot. Give her something that she’ll want to stick around for. I was hella depressed and was not ready to get this invested in a girl only for her to vanish after only a couple of weeks.
So I gave it a whirl, and goddamn it is exactly what I needed. For once, I felt what I imagined a man should be like. I don’t care if you have any moral or ethical hangups. I am sure you have justified reasons for thinking the lifestyle is bad, But I make her feel warm, and safe, and beautiful, and loved, I read to her when she can’t sleep at night, I hold her in my arms when the monsters and the nightmares get bad. I make her feel wanted and appreciated when no one else does. And when she is really good, I play with her. I don’t fuck her. I have no interest in that. But hands are involved, if you catch my drift. I just want to make my princess feel good because that is what she deserves. Its one of the few times in my day to day life that I feel confident and strong.
But despite how great this makes me feel, I’ve started to come to realize a few things. For all intents and purposes, this relationship has allowed me to be the epitome of the man that I can be. It has brought out every drop of masculinity I have. And I realize how not great I am at it. I can barely take care of this fully grown person, there is no way I can take care of a baby person. I am just not cut out to be a father. And secondly, if this is the epitome of manhood for me, if this is what me going down this path has lead to, if this should make me happy, why do I still feel like I’d rather be a girl. Why do I still fantasize about it constantly. Why is it that the only time I get off while fucking her is after I’ve edged for an hour looking at transgender women getting fucked, and pretending I’m them. So if my manhood holds nothing else for me, maybe its time to let it go. Like as much as I love this part of my life, and if I do transition, I would do everything in my power to transition this with it, and make it work. But if its what is going to keep me back from fulfilling how I’m supposed to be, maybe its time to let it go.
What if I didn’t go down a separate path? What if wasn’t a crossroads? Maybe it was a bridge to the next part of my life, and I’m just standing there, doing nothing. I feel like I’m in a video game and I’m putting off the main quest, but I’m running out of side quests to complete. Except this is Majora’s Mask, not Breath of the Wild. And there’s no Song of Time to take me back. I’ve only got 72 hours, how many am I going to waste on the Treasure chest mini-game?
I feel like the whole reason I want to hook this girl up with my princess is because I want to see if my princess could have chemistry with a transwoman. And I want to see what being a trans woman is like up close, if its a lifestyle I could lead. Maybe there is a part of me deep down that hopes seeing it up close will dispel the fantasy I’ve concocted in my head and bring me back down to earth.
Deep down, I’m scared. What if I go through with it, and I’m not happy? What if it really is just a fetish? What if I lose all my friends and its for nothing? What if what little family I still care about turns their back on me because I’m going through a phase? What if my princess, the one person I truly love, leaves me and I never find that kind of joy again?
But what if its the Dawn of the Final Day, and I haven’t even gotten the Moon’s Tear yet? How do you know?
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Request: Time stamp for tooi mirai ni doko e yuku no: Zeus. Thank you!!! :)
Original fic here!
Artemis’s explanation, when Clarke discovers her and Madi working on a list entitled Potential New Crewmates, is that they hadn’t told Clarke and Bellamy about it yet because it isn’t done.
“It is a presentation,” says Artemis. “It would not be a very good presentation if we showed it to you before it was ready.”
“Madi?” Clarke asks.
“We’re not going to make a new crew member ourselves,” she says. “I promise.”
“I asked about her,” Artemis added, petulant. “So I would ask about a new crew member too.”
“Okay,” Clarke grants, sitting down next to Madi so she can look at the data pad. “Walk me through this, before you tell Bellamy. I’ll tell you if I think it’s going to work.”
Artemis and Madi exchange a look, but apparently they see the logic in the choice, because Artemis flicks back to the first slide.
Clarke has always trouble assigning equivalent human ages to AIs. Artemis is, in many ways, much older than Madi. While she doesn’t have the legal rights an adult human would, that’s less to do with age and more to do with her (perceived) lack of autonomy. Mostly, she’s not a human, so those comparisons fall flat anyway. Artemis is intelligent and capable and Clarke would trust her with her life. It’s not a matter of adulthood.
But at the same time, she’s still just a kid at heart, which is probably why she gets along so well with Madi and why their presentation is called YOU CAN AFFORD TO GET A NEW AI, BELLAMY and decorated with sparkling hearts and stars.
“Compelling,” she says.
“That’s just the title page,” says Madi.
“It is attention-grabbing,” Artemis adds, and moves onto the next slide, which has just as many hearts and stars, but is also a detailed breakdown of budgets and AI prices.
Artemis in a nutshell, really.
“Is the next slide about why we need another crew member?” Clarke asks. “Because that’s what’s tripping me up. We’re set. I don’t know what a new AI would do.”
“Sentients do not have to justify their existence. They can just exist.”
“AIs suck at just existing, no offense,” says Clarke. “You tend to need a purpose. You know that,” she can’t help adding, and Artemis pauses.
“Yes, I do. That is why I have a list of potential purposes here. We were working on that when you came in.”
It’s a pretty straightforward list: Greek god names on the left, potential duties on the right. It’s in alphabetical order, starting with Aphrodite (decorations, general aesthetic, appearance consultations) and ending with Zeus, whose duty list is still blank.
“Bellamy is never going to name one of his AIs Zeus,” says Clarke. “You can skip that one.”
“He isn’t?”
“Bellamy hates Zeus. He thinks he’s a dick. He would probably recommend Zeus’s job as turning into animals and trying to seduce us.”
“Which would be difficult for an AI,” says Artemis. “I thought he would appreciate a complete data set.”
“That’s more of an inorganic thing. You should pick your five best ones and present those.”
“Best?” asks Artemis.
“The ones he’ll be most interested in.“
“I can figure that out,” says Madi.
“You two know you’re missing the most important piece, right?” she asks. “There’s nothing here that explains why you want another AI. You’re just saying we could afford to get one and find something for it to do.”
“And why is that not enough?” Artemis demands. Her annoyance is disproportionate to the question, as far as Clarke’s concerned, so this isn’t just about AIs. Artemis is worried about something bigger. “Humans like families. Bellamy likes families. You do too. Why do you need a reason to make a larger one?”
Clarke glances at Madi, who shrugs one shoulder. “I think it would be fun to have more sentients around. But I don’t have a really strong opinion.”
“Unlike Artemis, who wants to know why Bellamy and I aren’t having a baby.”
“I never said that,” she protests. “That was not what I was talking about at all.”
“Not what you were literally talking about.”
“I understand that your and Bellamy’s hypothetical biological offspring have nothing to do with me and I have no say in them,” she says, as if this is a phrase that she has programmed into herself for quick access.
As far as Clarke knows, Artemis has never asked Bellamy about biological children in anything other than the most general terms. She’s asked about human reproduction, but not their reproduction. Clarke’s always assumed it was because she knew that Bellamy wouldn’t give her a satisfying answer, and she’d just be left more annoyed.
So she’s trying to solve the problem indirectly. It makes so much sense.
“You can ask about it,” Clarke says, gentle. “Asking isn’t the same as presenting an opinion.”
“How is it different?” she asks.
Clarke considers. “It’s okay to be curious.”
“Good. Then I am curious whether or not you and Bellamy are planning to reproduce.”
Obviously she was expecting the question, but she still takes a moment to consider it. Artemis is being serious here, and her question merits a thoughtful response.
“I think we’re planning to,” she says, slow. “But we’re not planning it on any specific schedule. At some point, we’ll probably decide to stop using contraceptives.”
“When?”
Clarke shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not something we talk about much.”
“I am interested in babies,” Artemis decides. “I think it would be educational to have one.”
“That’s not really a great reason to have a baby.”
“I know,” she says. “That is why I thought another AI would be better. We could have a new person without dealing with a complete blank slate. Like Madi.”
Madi’s used to the AIs by now, so she smiles. “We could find another child to adopt too.”
“So, basically the two of you guys did exhaustive research on the cost and function of AIs because you want a little sibling?”
“It’s an analogy,” Madi says, before Artemis can object. “The new AI or organic would be serving a function like a new sibling. And yeah,” she adds, to Clarke. “That’s basically what we’re saying.”
“Noted. I’ll talk to Bellamy and let you know if I think you should give your presentation.”
“Why would we not?” asks Artemis. “We worked hard. It is almost done.”
“Because we might not want to grow our family right now. But it’s a really good presentation. You guys are convincing.”
“So, you think we’re right?” Madi asks.
“I think I’m going to talk to Bellamy,” she says, firm. “Pick your five best AI proposals and I’ll talk to you about them tomorrow.”
*
“If you had an AI named Zeus, what would he do?”
“I wouldn’t have an AI named Zeus because all he’d do would be turn into animals and fuck things. And sometimes not turn into animals and fuck things anyway. Sometimes he’d turn us into animals to fuck us. He wouldn’t contribute to the group.” He looks up from the report he’s reading, hair askew. “Is this your way of telling me you accidentally bought an asshole AI?”
She sits down next to him, putting her head on his shoulder.
“It’s my way of telling you that our kids want a sibling.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Which of our kids?”
“I think just Artemis and Madi. It didn’t sound like a group project.”
“Huh.” He cocks his head at her. “So, another AI?”
“Artemis wants a baby, but she knows that’s not really something she gets to have an opinion about. She thinks AIs are more her thing, so she and Madi came up with a presentation for you.”
He pushes his glasses up with a smile. “A presentation?”
“Yeah, it’s cute. You should let them give it even if we decide we want to have a baby.”
It’s not exactly that he reacts badly, but he reacts instantly and obviously, his whole body stilling as if he doesn’t want to give anything away. “You want to have a baby?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I think I’m open to the possibility of a baby, and that’s kind of–” She shrugs. “Babies take time. If we’re interested in having one eventually, we need to talk about what the timeline for that is.”
“Huh.” He puts his data pad aside, studying her instead. “I guess I wasn’t sure you ever wanted kids. Biological ones, anyway.”
“It feels like a nice fuck you to the stupid eugenics people at Ark.”
That makes him grin. “Are you saying I don’t have good genes?”
“I’m saying I’m pretty sure they thought I was going to be a great breeder for them, and I’m planning to never see them again.”
“Awesome.” He shifts a little, considering. “I know it’s been a while, but I still have trouble remembering I could have kids without worrying that Second Dawn would come and take them. I knew they wouldn’t care about the AIs, but if I ever had a kid of my own–”
“We don’t have to,” Clarke says, propping her chin on his shoulder. “I don’t care about biological offspring. We can just have a bunch of AIs and orphans, if you want.”
“We could have a bunch of AIs and orphans and some babies. It’s a pretty big ship, we have room for more people.”
“Room to grow into.”
Bellamy nods, a little jerky, like he’s still not quite comfortable with the conversation. “You’re sure?” he adds.
“It’s just getting off contraception, it’s not actually being pregnant. We’ve still got a while before that.”
“Yeah, but if the AIs find out, you know how it’s going to be,” he says. “They’re all going to be really over-invested and probably asking you inappropriate questions about your ovulation.”
“I know how the AIs work, yeah.” She leans in for a kiss. “I’m ready if you are. That’s all I’m saying.”
He lets out a breath, watching her. “I think I could be ready,” he admits.
“Great,” says Clarke. “Good talk. You can tell Artemis.”
“Thanks.” He slides his hand up her shirt. “Can we at least try to start having a baby first?”
She grins and shifts from his side into his lap, leaning down for a much longer kiss. “I need to get rid of my implant first.”
“Or we’re practicing.”
“You’re right, we definitely need practice.”
He kisses her again. “Yeah, I’m saying.”
*
“I assume if Clarke and I are having a baby, you don’t think we need a new AI,” Bellamy tells Artemis, casual, over breakfast the next morning.
Breakfast is a family affair on the Pantheon, so this counts as telling everyone. Even Hestia is around, the warm blue light bathing the room in a strange kind of morning glow.
Hermes is the first to react. “Since when are you having a baby? Did we know about this?”
“We’re not actually having it yet. But Clarke disconnected her contraceptive implant this morning, so a baby is now a theoretical possibility.”
“That means we need the Hera AI,” says Artemis, recovering next.
“Yeah!” says Madi. “We already thought about that.”
Bellamy raises his eyebrows. “Of course you did. Hera AI?”
Artemis pulls out her data pad and finds the presentation, flipping back through to find the list. “We could not come up with appropriate duties for an AI named Hera, but after we spoke with Clarke, we decided she would be a good nanny. She could also help with Clarke’s pregnancy, if she needed. Not that Clarke cannot take care of herself, but–”
“It would probably help to have another doctor around, just in case,” says Madi. “Specializing in obstetrics. That’s why she’s Hera, not Apollo,” she adds, to Bellamy. “Apollo would be if we wanted entertainment.”
Bellamy is looking through the list with a wry smile. “I’m not sure if this is a good argument for expanding the family or a bad one.”
“What would be wrong with it?” Artemis demands.
“I raised you and you turned out like this,” he says. “I’m not sure I should really be trusted with more sentients.”
“I was mostly raised by the time you got me,” Madi protests. “You didn’t do that much.”
“And I am excellent,” says Artemis.
Clarke ducks her head, grinning. This is her family, strange and wonderful, occasionally maddening, and always perfect. “I’m pretty sure this is the best argument there is for a bigger family,” she says. “Who wouldn’t want to be a part of this?”
Bellamy shakes his head, but he can’t keep a smile off his own face. “Yeah, who wouldn’t?” He sighs, all histrionics, and then nods. “Fine, one new AI, expertise in obstetrics and pediatrics. I guess we’ve got some room to grow. Might as well be ready.”
“I knew you would see it my way,” says Artemis, and Clarke smiles.
“What can we say? You’re very persuasive.”
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I just wanted to write down some of my Jon/Dany thoughts before I go to sleep. This isn’t in tracked tags, and I’m sorry I can’t help it about search. I don’t wanna argue with people about this, ok?
(this is about the books, this is about ships I like, (this is about tywin), this is about asoiaf themes, please do not talk to me about that show)
ASOIAF, to me, is a celebration of humanity. It’s about “our great glory, and our great tragedy”. When Maester Aemon says to Jon, “We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love,” that seems to me to be one of the great themes of ASOIAF: love. What better way to celebrate humanity than love? Love is the greatest celebration of the human condition.
So much of ASOIAF is about love. As @poorquentyn pointed out earlier today, even many of “ASOIAF’s top-tier villains [typically care deeply about someone else in their lives]; Tywin loved Joanna, Ramsay feels protective of his mother, Joff wanted Robert’s attention and respect, etc.” The importance of love is in Sansa’s “If I am ever queen, I’ll make them love me,” and it’s in Ned’s approach to ruling by developing a close personal relationship with the people he rules, and it’s in Cat’s heartwrenching “Ned loves my hair” and it’s the driving force behind so many vengeance/justice narratives, and it’s in Tyrion, my poor baby, longing for love in spite of a society that tells him that no one could ever love him (because ableism).
I’m not ultra invested in either Jon or Dany individually, but I’m super invested in ASOIAF on a thematic level. So it’s important to me that Jon/Dany fall in love. In my opinion, Jon and Dany falling in love is the biggest FUCK YOU they could ever give to the Others, the best way they could ever say not today, motherfuckers to the eldritch slavers trying to destroy humanity. I can already hear some people laughing at me, but it’s like ... Jon and Dany being in love, taking their love to the Other realm beyond the curtain of light ... it’s the best way for Jon and Dany to declare defiantly, “We’re human, we’re still alive, we’re “still breathing” as show!Jon says, and whatever you do, whether we live or die, we chose this love, we chose each other, and you can’t take this away from us.”
GRRM weaves a lot of poetry into his writing, and when he wrote for BATB, he referenced Dylan Thomas:
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
Like, ok, some big shit’s going to go down beyond the curtain of light, some big OMFG shit that I have no idea about, shit that nobody but GRRM knows -- can the Others tap into Jon’s mind post death? what are the rules of the Other realm? can a person ever come back once they go there? -- but Jon/Dany being in love is like humanity’s ~secret weapon~ in the War for the Dawn, a love that can outlast death itself. So truly -- TRULY -- I think Jon and Dany need to be in love to fight the Others. The True Knights going behind enemy lines in the War for the Dawn need to be the ... the most vital**, the most ... the most human we can possibly send, people with a heart full to bursting with love, and a love of humanity so great they would willingly sacrifice themselves for it.
**the irony of describing post-resurrection Jon “Technically A Zombie” Snow as “vital” is not lost on me, but GRRM likes irony. Black brothers as true knights, white-cloaked kingsguard as corrupt, etc, you get the picture.
In AGOT, Benjen says,
"You are a boy of fourteen," Benjen said. "Not a man, not yet. Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up."
"I don't care about that!" Jon said hotly.
"You might, if you knew what it meant," Benjen said. "If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son."
Jon felt anger rise inside him. "I'm not your son!"
Benjen Stark stood up. "More's the pity." He put a hand on Jon's shoulder.
"Come back to me after you've fathered a few bastards of your own, and we'll see how you feel."
and this idea of Benjen’s that life is worth living is kind of summed up to Jon when Ygritte says, “And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live."
Because Jon was so in love with Ygritte. He loved her, and that’s why GRRM made it hurt when she died. (And I like my ASOIAF to really hurt, so I like to imagine Ygritte was pregnant with Jon’s child when she died.)
And the thing about “But first we’ll live” is that you have to keep living. That’s why it’s sooooo so important to me about Jon/Dany on a thematic level. More on that in a sec.
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And I’m sorry but I can’t write an ASOIAF post without bringing in Tywin, because I love him. I love him, because he’s the perfect obverse of all of GRRM’s themes that I love. Tywin’s like a black hole among the stars, like negative space in the narrative. When studied, he increases my understanding of all the rest. (GRRM works a lot with negative space in the narrative imo.)
With Tywin, it’s like he died. It’s like he lived and loved Joanna and then he died with her long ago,. But he keeps walking, like one of the Others’ reanimated wights, raised up to continue their agenda to dehumanize every person in Westeros. (I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, Tywin unwittingly works on behalf of the Enemy.) (Also, please nobody try to twist my words on me, Tywin was obviously a terrible person long before Joanna died, but he was exceptionally monstrous, even to his own children, after she died.)
People ask me relatively regularly, like, who do you think Tywin would marry in an AU after Joanna dies, and I’m always like 1. I don’t like AUs and 2. he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t remarry, and he definitely wouldn’t fall in love again, because that’s the Point of his character. He’s the negative space. Tywin’s the anti-celebration of humanity, he’s humanity’s sad, lonely, rainy funeral that no one attends. He doesn’t love, he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t eat much (read the descriptions in the books), he takes no joy in meat nor mead (oh gosh could I talk about GRRM’s Tuf Voyaging here), he doesn’t live in a book series that celebrates life.
Tywin doesn’t even celebrate the life that he loved, Joanna’s life. There’s this moment in ASOS where Tyrion thinks about how his father p much never talks about his mother. Think about that.
There was something I was reading recently, I can’t remember where, but it was about the parents of a child who had died, and it said something along the lines of, the worst thing you could do to them was to avoid talking about their child, to pretend as if the child had never existed. Because talking about their child, remembering their child, was how they kept him alive, how they kept loving him.
But Tywin never wants to talk about his wife who was the great love of his life. Tywin never even says Joanna’s name in the books, never says her name in a book series that places so much importance on names and naming.*** He doesn’t want to breathe life into her memory, doesn’t want to love. If not for Tyrion’s presence as a constant reminder of everything he lost, I think Tywin would be content to pretend that Joanna hadn’t existed at all. (Ouch.)
*** @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly, I really liked your theory (do we still call it a theory?) about how in the books Jon will be the first person to call Dany “Dany” out loud since Viserys. Just, ugh, the naming of people, and the intimacy, the connection created by saying a name, or the distance created by not saying one, ugh
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OK anyways, that was more than a sec, sorry, I got carried away, but BACK TO JON SNOW. With Jon, to me, the narrative demands that he keep living, keep loving, keep finding love. A living love in Daenerys.
There’s this short story GRRM wrote a long time ago in Dreamsongs about a guy who has his heart broken, but he gets back up and loves again, only to have his heart broken again, and so on, until he gives up and concludes that love is a lie, and he decides never to look for love again, and he closes his heart, and that’s it, that’s the end. It’s a horror story.
And with Jon -- Jon isn’t that horror story, he’s not that guy who has One Love, and when that One Love dies, that’s it, that’s the end. Being human is to keep loving, and to keep looking for love even after your heart is broken. (And let me tell you, Jon is looking in ADWD; “lonely and lovely and lethal”. He’s searching, but not yet finding.)
And I know that people call this cliche, but to me, GRRM plays with archetypes, so here he’s playing with the hero and heroine falling in love, and putting his own spin on it. (Fire wight romance!!! Think back to 1993 and ask yourself how many fire wight romances there were when ASOIAF was conceived!!! Cliche. heh.)
And I’m just ... my mouth is watering in anticipation of GRRM’s Jon/Dany romance in the books, because it’s like!! Technically a dead guy!! Technically a zombie!!! A dead guy resurrected by fire!! To fall in love with the bride of fire!!! A technically dead guy is gonna be representing GRRM’s greatest celebration of life!! This is almost as good as the psychedelic BATB spider falling in love in Dreamsongs!!! God!!! GOD!!!! PLEASE GEORGE, FINISH TWOW, I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS
#fire wight romance#(fire wight romance is how i ship it ok leave me be)#FIRE WIGHT ROMANCE!!!#i love asoiaf themes#(i would like that on a bumper sticker)#jdmeta#jon x dany#dany x jon#lannister thoughts#tywin lannister#tywin x joanna#tjmeta#tywin meta
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TREMONTAINE Season 3, Episode 2 Reaction + Review
Episode 2 gives us a new outlook on Riverside and its denizens, seen through the interesting perspectives of two very different characters. There’s a siege - and what a fitting word, because this episode did succeed in delivering the feel of tension and confinement, while still having a very emotional focus.
Oh, and the Duchess continues to be delightfully cunning in her side of things, of course.
Tremontaine S3 E2 is out NOW in the Serial Box website!
New to the series? The pilot episode is available online for free!
I’m adjusting to extra hours at work and commute so my TremonTEAM stuff got delayed :\ Will finish up on this week’s challenge soon!
Rest of the reaction/review under the cut - spoilers abound.
BOY. You guys know I’m a sucker for found families, right? So daaaamn this episode made me feel for Riverside and its sense of community hard. And then on top of that, Reza. Reza is making me cry. Maybe I cried. A bit. Sssshhhh.
Okay, let’s get to it. Woo boy. This is just gonna be a long vent about my feels for Reza though???
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REZA, the crazy rich dramatic magical unicorn long-haired swordsman prince boyfriend of ur dreams the Ambassador from Chartil.
So, okay, Reza spent this episode alternating between mourning-ex-boyfriend and murder-avenger. Because apparently some people??? Kill other people??? To cope??? (jfc is this my contribution to this fandom. memes?)
But man, memes aside, I wanted to bundle him up and tell him it’s fine, Vincent just decided to fake his death and run off to God-knows-where. Vincent is fine. Vincent is being... Vincent, just without a sword and so he’s probably a lot more broody, away from Riverside. Dammit, Vincent.
Reza’s grief and anguish really set the tone for the episode. Here was this man, who basically admitted he followed his old lover in this foreign land. He just lost that lover, and was told that the way the man died wasn’t even the way he must have wanted to go.
He chose to die, over me. He chose to die. Why hadn’t Vincent come to Ambassador House? Why hadn’t he come for a real doctor, or just for help and succor? Why hadn’t he—
The thing is though, Vincent chose to ‘die’ because he lost his sword arm. Tess was the one who called the shots then, to have the arm removed so he could survive the blood poison. But like the others said when it was happening, Vincent would rather have died than live without his sword arm. Yes, maybe Vincent didn’t have a choice in the matter to even consider going to Ambassador house for help, but really - this is Vincent - if he had a choice then, would he have gone to Reza or at least instructed Tess and the others to bring him there for aid? I doubt it.
And then he started walking around Riverside and thought of the what-if’s.
He had never been free to join at Vincent’s side, not in Chartil. [...] Here, in the fiery night, men and women in every configuration of couple and trio danced together, shared wine and cakes, and ducked into alleys to kiss and make merry. If Vincent were alive, would Reza have been brave enough to do the same with him, in Riverside?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Vincent/Reza is my ship, okay. The first time I read about these two I already thought “Don’t get attached, they’ll end in tragedy and you know it” and whoops there it is there’s my heart on the floor broken and shattered haha. Leave me alone with my painful feels.
Okay, venting aside, I loved his interactions with the rest of the characters, namely Tess and the Riversiders. Gosh, I didn’t realize how interesting he and Tess together could be until it happened. The guy is properly moping around the place but still trailed after Tess and the other ladies like a big sad bodyguard.
He saw that they were indeed in trouble, and then decided he should do something, or at least stay and help, in this place Vincent called home. Him going back to military commander mode might do him some good after all. His suggestions might have been pointless so far but it’s good to keep occupied, right?
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TESS, my queen + The Riversiders
AFJLAHASFGKA TESS THE HAND !!!!! TESSIE!!! BABY QUEEN!
The image of fierce Tess the Hand, “fat and beautiful” walking through the streets with purpose, drawing a knife from her thigh as she approached a corner? YES. ALL THE YESES. We need a movie or a series just so I can see this visualized because I loved that little scene so much.
She found Reza, was unfazed by the fact that she arrived to a murder scene, took him in, and her heart broke to keep the truth from him. She hates that Vincent was making her keep up with the lie, but she refused to break a promise. I love her.
Tess has properly risen to be somewhat like a leader figure in this community this season. Of course, Riverside claims it has no leader, but they do have people who are looked up to and respected more than the others, I guess.
And in this invasion of her home, Tess is simply unyielding. No, they are not giving up one of their own, no matter how much they might hate him too. No, they are not going to surrender. What should they do? SIEGE PARTY. They should fucking party and show those City folks that Riverside doesn’t give a fuck.
“But bring us together. Remind Riverside what we are. Show them bastards they can’t put us down. We’ll fire up all the hearts, play music in the streets, drink what we like. Screw them.”
YES, MADELINE. TELL ‘EM.
According to Reza’s analysis, they should give a fuck real soon, but not right now, the ladies said. Party first, apparently.
Reza asked that they explain how Riverside functioned, if there was no leader; the women stared at him. Did Riverside have no mayor or representative to the City?
No, Riverside did not.
It was anarchy, Reza had realized with dawning horror.
Haha, oh Reza. Yes it is anarchy. But there’s some semblance of order there, I promise. Riverside is still a community and they didn’t even need a leader to organize the siege party. It’s one woman’s idea, a few others agreed, and they were able to get the word out and everyone contributed and they had their own little festival in the island. Instant potluck.
Riverside might be a dangerous, dreary place but damn the people know how to party.
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DIANE and ESHA
*fans self* Can they. Stop this. Flirting. Oh gosh. I can’t.
Actually no, I can. Please proceed. Keep it up. These interactions are giving me life, clearing my skin, paying my bills, watering my crops, etc.
This episode, Diane gave Esha a little warning about Davenant possibly being on the hunt for her. Diane asked if she could protect herself, and Esha assured that yes, she does.
So-
PLEASE TELL ME WE’LL GET MORE ESHA+SWORDS???? If there is an Esha ship I love more than Dianesha, it’s Swordsesha.
PLEASE.
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GREGORY, LORD DAVENANT
I only have this to say:
I want Diane to fuck him up.
Well. We all want Diane to fuck him up... and we all know Diane will fuck him up so. *shrugs* I’ll just wait. Let’s believe. #TeamDuchess is ride or die, guys.
Oh yeah, there’s also Florian and Rafe. Florian is really upset. Like, ‘I will fuck Rafe Fenton in all corners and surfaces of the City to forget my ex’ type of upset. Let’s see where he goes this season, I guess? Hey, at least my boy Rafe is getting some quality time for the meantime. I’m still more invested in the Rafe-and-The-School thing than with the Florian thing for now.
Up Next: Diane has a new paramour
OHHHH YEEEEAAAAAH GET IT GIRL
#tremontaine#tremontaines3#tremonteam#teamduchess#riverside#tessa gratton#artsyalice: reviews#i'm so... tired#but i had to let this out because this chapter destroyed me FUCKING VINCENT APPLETHORPE STILL DESTROYING ME AFTER ALL THIS TIME#*screams* REZAAAAAAAA#TESS IS MY Q U E E N
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