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vivelarevolution13 · 2 months

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tbh I still think Brock Rumlow was an interesting character and upon further examination way more unsettling a villain than most to me because like. Let’s be real, the second you lay eyes on Robert Redford as Pierce monologuing in his pristine suit and glass office high up in the sky he just screams Evil Politician! at you. You can see it coming a mile away. Meanwhile Rumlow is….Just Some Guy. On the surface, he’s just some side dude. He’s not enhanced, he’s not in some major position of power, he’s just someone who’s really good at what he does and seems dedicated enough to the work and functions well with his team. He respects Steve, might admire him even, but not so much that he gets starry eyed like everybody else. He’s lighthearted but focused, he’s no nonsense, he’s the everyman Steve can relate to way more than spooks like Natasha or Fury.

And okay, maybe what Rumlow does for a living is beat intimidate and kill people, but it’s not like that’s the primary objective, right, because SHIELD are the good guys and this is what Steve does now, too, anyway; except that Steve doesn’t really use any weapons other than the shield, he holds back, he doesn’t carry a gun anymore which is usually fine since he’s dangerous enough without it. But when that leaves him vulnerable, he’s covered: Rumlow’s got his six, and he does it well, and he earns some of his trust. This is familiar to Steve.

And maybe Rumlow’s a little too good, fine, maybe he shoots a guy in the head within the first fifteen minutes of the movie when he doesn’t necessarily have to and then cracks jokes immediately after but that’s alright too, because that guy had Steve at gunpoint and that guy was Bad whereas Rumlow is One of the Good Guys just doing his job, right. Rumlow’s joking around because he’s used to the violence, they’re all used to it, and this is just how it works. They’re just soldiers doing the grunt work and following orders, and this is familiar, too.

Except that they’re not soldiers and this isn’t a war, except that the work is for an intelligence agency whose job it is to hoard and steal information and monitor civilians and orchestrate and sabotage and meddle in internal and external state affairs. Except that the Good Guys, in reality, are extremely grey at best. Except that many of the Good Guys turn out to be Nazis on top of everything else, and it’s not that far of a stretch.

But when it’s all starting to unravel, you’re still thinking well maybe some of these guys didn’t know. Maybe they didn’t do it out of individual belief, and if faced with the right choice, they can be redeemed.

That is until you realize that Rumlow maybe didn’t respect Steve and what he did so much as what Steve could do if only Steve weren’t “weak” in other ways, if Steve had chosen the right side. That it not being personal is less a cop out and more a taunt the same way just following orders has always been, for Rumlow and many many men that came before him and will continue to come after. Until the vault when, by the most charitable of interpretations, Rumlow looks at the Winter Soldier letting himself be smacked around and crying and getting shocked like he’s maybe a little unnerved (if not just downright fascinated) by the whole thing, but not enough that it really changes anything for him, because the end justifies the means and it’s not really his problem, anyway.

Until Sam shows up and Rumlow looks at him like a bird of prey and says This is gonna hurt with a fucking smile on his face, and then you think: shit, man, obviously. How was it not clear from the start.

To me, what makes someone like Rumlow a good villain, even a side one, is not that he’s straight up Insane & Evil™️ or suffering from Tragic Backstory Syndrome or all hopped up on magic superstrength juice or whatever, but precisely the fact that he’s Just Some Guy with a cockroach survival mentality who operates well within the established system and just so happens to be really good at his job - a job that he might’ve even joined thinking it was for a good cause, or because he had something to prove, or simply because it gave him one hell of an excuse to be a bully. Because he either wholeheartedly believes in HYDRA or he just doesn’t give much of a shit either way so long as he gets his due in the end, and both are just as bad.

Because when you strip away all the grand scale superhero theatrics, you’ve seen this before. You’ve seen Rumlows in your school and in your neighborhood and in the military and the cop car patrolling your street. They’re the ones who sometimes say or do somewhat offputting shit but you figure it’s fine because they’re otherwise real nice or charismatic or normal looking, or maybe they work a job that’s framed as helpful or protective or inherently good despite the power dynamics at play, or they share your background and interests and you chat about the weather being crap this time of year.

And every time one of them turns out to be a violent, hateful piece of shit, you’re still somehow surprised then, too, when you really shouldn’t be.

#apologies for the extra long post but I’ve been thinking about why he freaks me out as much as he does #the world is full of brock rumlows is all i’m saying.#and that to me is way more terrifying than evil crazy russians in underground labs or deranged aliens could ever be #brock rumlow #ca: tws #brock rumlow meta #I guess???? hello how the fuck did I get here at 5 pm on a tuesday jesus christ #mcu meta #max.txt

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gerardpilled · 11 months

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I want to say thanks for acknowledging and being critical of racism done by MCR band members and racism in the scene in general. I just recently got into MCR a year ago on a deeper scale and I have found many things off putting and kind of yikes. It's nice seeing someone who is critical of what the band members have done in the past and not excusing them and addressing that it was an issue as a whole. I used to be very hateful towards Lindsey but now I realize that it would be hypocritical (I still do not like MSI just due to it not being my taste in music and I don't care for that shock value type lyrics). I was wondering if you know any resources that talk more about racism in the scene? It's something I'd like to know more about

Oh it’s no problem! Thank you for thanking me, but I don’t see myself as doing anything special. I was raised in an environment where I was fortunate enough to be around people and friends who have made me aware of implicit racism -from my self and others- since an early age. Hearing “well, that’s cause you’re white” is a playful joke but it also made me aware of stuff! Just from what I’ve seen in recent years, the shortcomings of white people who are the focus of fandom are often ignored. There’s nothing wrong with pointing out a racist thing your fave said or did because it doesn’t necessarily make them A Racist™️ (sometimes it can). It also helps people recognize the issues before they get worse. POC aren’t a monolith - there are plenty of things disagreed on amongst any community - but there are definitely over arching sentiments.

Anyway, I’m basically just reiterating a bunch of talking points made by poc on here. As for further reading, I feel like the best sources for me have been mutuals’ posts. First hand stories. Being receptive when people share how certain things make them feel. Racism in this particular scene is also sort of a new and emerging topic as the people who lived through the heart of it are just now reaching authorship age. I look forward to seeing what comes out in the next few years.

What I have right now:

My Chemical Relaxer - a short autobiographical story about growing up Black and emo

News story about how the current state of hardcore is looking much more diverse

Sing It Zine - zine made by fanartists a few years ago!! It’s great, I bought a digital copy myself. It’s filled with art and short essays about how it felt to grow up in a scene that often ignored non white people. Also a bunch of tumblr users participated, so it offers a great follow list if you’re interested.

If anyone else has any suggestions, add them in a reblog, or send them and I’ll do it!

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acacia-may · 1 year

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How I deal with my most painful ship

I also like to avoid shipping. Thus, if my shipping fail, I will be disappointed. However, I'm only human after all, hence I do get involved with shipping in my media consumption. Therefore, I like to stroll while daydreaming about a sad story. I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face since it helps to soothe my heart. Thus, I can walk far without feeling tired. When it was raining listening to the music that correlated with my story is also helping. Furthermore, I'm glad to read fanfiction and watch fanart about my ships. There are a lot of amazing writers and artists. I'm really thankful.

These is a trope I daydream about.

She fell too early, he fell too late

Right person, wrong time

Unrequited love

I'm an aspiring to write a good story in future. However, my idea disappearing when I hold a pen or keyboard to organize my thought. One of the way I deal with my painful ship too. (Hahaha)

Do you mind to share from which story that ships hurt you now?

Hi there, Anon-friend! Thank you so much for sending this ask in. I'll admit I've been wallowing a bit in shipping angst right now, so these were some lovely suggestions! 🥰 I've put my response under the cut since it got really long and rambling... 😅

(Warnings: brief/vague mentions of death, death games, trauma, and weapons. No specific spoilers but some vague ones for Danganronpa V3 and Omori).

I absolutely love listening to music that reminds me of my favorite stories, characters, and ships. I think that's probably my main method of coping--not just for romantic ships but for painful platonic relationships as well. (I can't tell you how much time I've spent crying over the song "Forest Fire" by Brighton (YouTube) and thinking about some of the most tragic sibling relationships--ouch!). I listen to a lot of happy/upbeat songs too, so it's not all depressing (though believe me, I have definitely gotten emotional over some happier songs as well).

Those tropes definitely sound like they have the potential to be soul-crushing. It got me thinking a little bit about the tropes surrounding my favorite tragic ships, and I think most of my tragic ships are torn apart by outside circumstances, trauma, and/or death, usually combination of several (i.e. Character A had a severely traumatic childhood which prevented them from fully opening up to and believing in the love of Character B until their dying moments so not only did they lose their beloved but also lost any chance they may have had to be happy together prior to losing them forever ect. Extra tragedy points if that then sends Character A on a downward spiral in which they lose themselves and become a bitter, depressed, and/or more villainous shell of their former selves. I've gotten attached to quite a few ships in this category over the years 😭).

I've also tend to have the misfortune of thinking a pairing is "The Ship"™️ only for the story to throw a curveball in the third act and decide "Nope. It's this one over here, actually." And I'm just left with surprised pikachu face and emotional whiplash, wondering if my love detector is broken. [And most frustrating of all, usually when this happens nothing ever gets "canon"-ed so it's all left up to speculation and now way more complicated than it needs to be 🙈].

(Actual footage of me when Sunny has a crush on Aubrey or Klaus likes Fiona or Tsubaki realizes she loves Kousei or Sparrow would rather date Holly than her sister, or David Copperfield freaking marries Dora Spenlow, or Naho marries Suwa in an alternate timeline or Finral wants to marry his brother's fiancée which he has somehow failed to mention this entire time... For the record, I actually like a lot of these ships too (not Fiona and Klaus that much though--it has issues but I threw it in there to note how this has been an ongoing problem since my childhood), but it's difficult not to feel a bit frustrated that they didn't just come right out with these relationships from the beginning so we could avoid the emotional whiplash of suddenly having to change directions and feeling like "Well I shipped this other thing before so I don't know what to do now..." 🤷‍♀️ The drama is just not worth it, and I find it exhausting--one of the big reasons I really don't like love shapes).

Anyway, I guess since I'm not usually that into shipping, I'm not very observant or very good at picking up the vibes of what will or will not be a ship, or maybe the universe is just conspiring against me and wants to make me feel stupid, I don't know. 😝😂 But I do think a lot of relationship drama in fiction is unnecessarily complicated when it doesn't need to be. For the most part though, when I talk about my tragic ships, they've mostly been separated by death or serious, tragic circumstances rather than their own stupidity or in favor of another ship (if that makes sense).

I would be happy to tell you the story/fandom my painful ships are from--thank you so much for asking! 🥰I have quite a few painful ships, but I will only list the three main ones I've taken on in the last month which have me feeling all broken up and emotional recently. 🙈😭

MomoHaru (Kaito Momota x Maki Harukawa) is from Danganronpa V3 which is a video game/visual novel I just finished earlier this month. It's probably my favorite ship not just in that game but in the entire Danganronpa series of games, and there are some pretty good ships in that series--none of which I got nearly as invested in as this one, however, since that's usually not my thing, but Kaito and Maki were special. It's definitely one of those opposites attract type relationships: he's incredibly outgoing and friendly and wants to be believe in the best in people, but she's very jaded, quiet, and closed off. He chooses to trust her when no one else does and doesn't give up on trying to befriend her, and eventually she slowly warms up to him and finds herself falling in love with the wonderful person that he is. Unfortunately, this all takes place during a death game where they are basically fighting for their lives so naturally there are a lot outside impediments to their romance and it's just heart-wrenching.

[This is them by the way (screenshot from the game on the wiki) She's showing him how to use a crossbow, the most inherently romantic of all weapons... (or so was the joke my sister & I made whilst playing the game)😅]

The other two are from another game called Omori. It's my sister favorite video game of all time which is saying a lot since she has played and loved many, many video games. 😊 I don't play a lot of games myself, but this year it has been a bit of a resolution of mine to try out some more games and we went through most of my list of games I wanted to play so I promised my sister I'd give this one a try too, and I just finished it last week. I don't think I was very good at it (at least not the battle aspect), but I did get the good ending so I think I must've done something right somewhere. 😅😁

I liked a lot of ships in this game, but my favorites were probably Kelbrey (Kel x Aubrey) and HeroMari (Hero x Mari).

Kel and Aubrey both have really strong personalities, and they're both pretty stubborn. Aubrey is a little bit bossy and Kel never stops talking, so they don't always see eye to eye, but at the end of the day they really do care about each other very much. One of my favorite moments is this cut scene where a young Aubrey starts to cry because their friend is lost and young Kel sort of panics--he tells her he doesn't like it when she cries and tries to his best to reassure her and make her happy again. It's very, very sweet. 🧡 Given the structure of the game, we get to see bits of both what they're like both as kids (preteens) and as older teens so that allows for some really interesting perspective, getting to watch them kind of grow and change over time. (There's also the difference between what the unreliable narrator character imagines/remembers them to be like versus what they are actually like now. It's really interesting). They were really good friends in their childhood but were torn apart by tragic circumstances they didn't have emotional maturity to deal with. In the vague-est terms, they suffered a serious trauma, and they were just kids at the time so, naturally, they didn't/couldn't handle it well and their friendship suffered for that. But eventually they do get to find each other again and start to rebuild that friendship and relationship. Though as I'm sure you can see here, they never really stop teasing and bothering each other. 😂

[These are some of my favorite screenshots from the game--these ones are from the wiki].

I love them as platonic friends as well, and I like a lot of Aubrey ships, honestly, so I think I'd be happy even if this one didn't sail, but there's just something about Kelbrey. It's called "Baseball Bat" in the fandom, and it's an appropriate name because it just hits really hard, I think. 😂 My sister and I feel a bit differently about it (in relation to some of the other possible ships especially), and so while we would usually commiserate together, I feel a bit like I'm suffering alone on this one. 🙈 Probably why I'm rambling about it on the internet lol... 😂

Then the final one, HeroMari is just this wonderful, beautiful, tragic ship between the kindest people who deserved so much better than what they got. I'm not the biggest shipper usually, but best friends to lovers can really get me sometimes when it's done well, and Hero and Mari were a great example of that trope--that romantic love slowly building over time on the foundation of a really solid and beautiful friendship. They are just so precious in the way they really built each other up and supported each other, and they also had this delightful playfulness and banter that was really cute and really fun too. But...yeah this one just really, really hurts. 😭 I'm going to start tearing up if I talk too much about it. But seriously look at them. They're so in love. 🥺😭💗

(This is a screenshot from the game too. Just leave me to cry... 😭)

I've been picking up a lot of ships that I like or are okay with recently, but these are probably my favorites and the ones causing me the most pain. Thank you so much for the excuse to ramble about them a little bit. It helps me feel a little better. 💕

I want to really encourage you in your writing as well. I know that writer's block can be difficult and I have spent a long time staring at blank pages when trying to write myself, but I find it is always worth it in the end. Truthfully, I think writing about my favorite dynamics is my favorite way to deal with all my feelings about them. I've started a Momoharu story (which I've fallen a bit behind on already, I'm afraid 🙈), and I would love to write for the others one of these days too. Just have to iron out some story ideas. I wish you the best of luck with your story ideas as well.

Thank you so much for the ask and for the opportunity to share a little bit about my most painful ships (from this month anyway 😅). Please feel free to drop by any time to chat. I'd love to hear about your painful ship too, if you don't mind sharing. 💕 Cheers and much love, friend! 🥰

#answered asks #acacia's ships #why am i like this #I want out of ship hell #send help #cries in heromari momoharu & kelbrey #heromari #momoharu #kelbrey #danganronpa v3 ships #omori ships #answered anons #acacia's ramblings

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offbrand-deltatraveler · 1 year

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Aggretsuko Opinion Update:

Didn’t think it could get any lower, but it did

And it’s not even for the reason I thought it would be. Because despite what I heard prior to watching it,

Season 4 was honestly the best season ever since the story started continuously shooting itself in the foot. The story it was setting up for itself was amazing

Spoilers

Say what you want about the rest of the show Haida’s villain arc was fire

The problem was just that it didn’t give itself enough time to develop

In the time that they wasted shipping Retsuko and Haida for the 50th time (Despite her having turned him down thrice now), they could’ve just skipped straight to Himuro’s promotion and had Haida’s villain arc underway a quarter of the way through the season. And then they wouldn’t have to screw up the pacing by squeezing Operation Fuck-Up-Himuro in at last second

Though the really shitty part was the ending. And it’s not because everything goes back to normal

It’s because Retsuko is the one who deals the final blow against Himuro

The whole point of Haida’s villain arc is that he’s tired of being a loser. Nobody listens to his brilliant ideas, his crush has viewed him as just Some Guy At Work for years, and until 2 seconds before his promotion, he had two people making fun of how unspecial he is (Which they of course never apologized for, even after learning how badly it affected him)

Himuro finally gave him a chance to stand out among the crowd, and manipulates his respect for him to get him to do something terrible. Which only makes matters worse because he’s still just some guy in the crowd now. He’s just part of a higher crowd; As big as he is, Himuro still intends to remain on top of him. He’s just his puppet

Turns out his promotion didn’t get rid of his feelings of inferiority after all

And ignoring the fact that they made Retsuko slap him because Holy Shit A Female Character Knowingly Slapped A Broken Man For Absolutely No Fucking Reason. What A Power Move™️, you’d think his arc would end with him realizing he doesn’t have to be just some guy in the crowd;

It doesn’t

Instesd, when he’s having his climactic Friday Night Funkin’-ass rap battle against Himuro, Retsuko comes in last minute and blasts both of those mfs out the window with the death voice. Even going as far as to ask why she hasn’t beaten him yet, and saying that she really does have to do everything herself (Which she doesn’t apologize for. Figured that’d kinda be a given by now)

Which is antithetical to his arc because it takes away his main character moment. He’s just acting as the distraction so she can take the final step. Rendering him once again as just a guy in the crowd, rather than, y’know. A loser who cut the [Silly Strings] holding them back and became the [[BIG SHOT]] they’ve always wanted to be

And then the previous president and Mr. Tohn pull an “I didn’t really die” because of fucking course they did, and it turns out Haida is now ✨Unemployed✨!

Making him even more of a guy in the crowd because the little contribution he made ended up meaning literally nothing. The people who were holding him back are back in power, and are probably undoing all the changes he made, and he doesn’t even work that job anymore. Nothing was gained, and even more was lost

I shouldn’t be on my phone right now so I gotta end it here, but yeah. Fuck Aggretsuko. You had 3.5 Chances to make yourself a good show and blew every single one of them in ways I didn’t even think were possible

#aggretsuko #sanrio analysis post #tw rant #rant #rant tw

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mj-is-writing · 2 years

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hi, happy blorbo blursday! how about a ramble about Cassian? any info you care to share, and I'm also curious about what Cassian thinks of your other characters :D

Cassian is so many things and about half of them are just “pathetic little man.”

I originally created him to be this cool, suave, Kick Ass and Take Names kind of character. He was dark and edgy and a typical rogue. That immediately fell apart as soon as I started writing and realized that he’s actually the saddest wet kitten of a person to ever exist.

So for the majority of the time that I’ve been writing him, he has been an emotionally repressed young man who grew up too quickly and blames himself for it. He ignores his feelings as much as possible because if he doesn’t, he’s going to shatter. And, throughout the book, he gets put in situations that make it increasingly harder to ignore his emotions. He has to recognize how scared Adelaine actually is and that she’s hiding just like him, he has to realize that even these strangers can care about him, and he has to see first hand just how similar he and Minnie are.

Cassian cries a lot in my current draft because I’m incapable of letting him be happy.

I also… uhh… kinda gave him my anxiety and depression and who knows what else. Like every paragraph is just him having Symptoms™️ and they very much are the same Symptoms™️ that I have. And I kinda can’t fix it because he’s my character that I project on constantly. If I stopped doing that he would be a fundamentally different character. Heck, I even made him the shortest because I’m the shortest in my friend group. (He’s still taller than me though and that makes me ANGRY. I could shrink him but I won’t.)

As for what he thinks about the others… well, his relationship with all of them is rocky.

Adelaine is someone he never even meant to interact with and now he’s stuck with her, and she is also way overconfident at times. Very competent as a leader, but also inexperience. And Cassian doesn’t handle that well. He likes her, he really does, but he doesn’t take her shit, either, and she doesn’t take his. They could probably duel to the death over a slice of ham and then have a shared gravestone that says “Besties ❤️”

Keeva is the emotional anchor of the group and, because Cassian is allergic to feelings, someone that he can’t have a normal conversation with for a long time. But they’re also always there for him. He hasn’t known them long but he also knows that they’re the one he needs to go to when he needs a shoulder to cry on.

Aoife and Cass don’t interact that much and it’s kind of one of the major problems in my current draft. She just… doesn’t have a lot in common with him. I think he wants to make an effort since she’s clearly so important to the others, but he’s also really bad at socializing and doesn’t know how to start a conversation. And she probably thinks that he just doesn’t want to talk? If he did come up to her she’d be totally chill with it, but she genuinely just thinks he’s keeping his distance and that’s also fine.

Minnie is… a lot of things. She’s his enemy and his best friend and his hope and his greatest fear and his therapist and his Reason For Needing Therapy. She and him have a really bad start, but they just have to get over it, yknow? And once they do, it’s fine. Nothing special. But Cassian has a lot of things from his past that haunt him, and Minnie embodies a lot of them. Just being around her means he has to confront a lot of things he’s been repressing, and that’s hard. It’s painful. But it’s necessary, too. I think he knows that. I think he knows that he wouldn’t have grown at all if he had never known her. She is the antiseptic sting on all of his emotional wounds at once and he hates her but he also knows that he needs her more than he’ll ever understand.

I really love these characters, I’ve been writing about them for almost four years now (!!!!) and Cassian was the first one I created. I love that people seem to like him.

#he’s my lil guy!!#I haven’t written anything for this WIP in over a year I think but I need to work on it it’s just hard #writeblr #blorbo blursday #even though it is not Thursday and I’m also I’m answering this many weeks late #writing #writeblr ask game #teen author #mj_writes #my oc

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broodybatboy · 2 years

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Gwynriel Headcanons: Illyria

"And I want prove that the most ordinary thing is not violence or greed but love and care.”

Let's talk about the Illyrian problem. Azriel HATES everything that has to do with this place. This boy is really struggling. Let's unpack that. The society is problematic. It's heavily sexist. BUT that doesn't mean he should write it off. Azriel needs to contend with his hatred and his very identity.

Enter brave & badass Gwyn. She is on a beautiful healing arc. A journey of empowerment & strives to support others (in particular other women)

So....

Let's plop the grumpy Spymaster & sunshine priestess in the mountains of Illyria to train some warriors. They’re also keeping the peace/soul searching/falling in love.

The warlord of the camp is a jerk & essentially gives our dynamic duo a babysitting job.

Challenge: Accepted

Illyrian War Camp Counselor Gwynie B. reporting for duty

Gwyn carrying a clipboard with comprehensive training schedules, charts, & safety information

Gwyn wrangling 7 yr old Illyrian kiddos through Valkyrie meditations, obstacle courses & flying lessons.

Gwyn giving high-5's and cute little prizes like yoyo's and marbles bc she believes in her kids and in a reward system, unlike a certain arrogant shadowboi

scowls in flashback: “What do we get if we finish the course?” Az’s shadows danced around him. “Since there’s no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn’t bother to get a prize.”

The Master of Torture and Childhood Trauma™️ finds that training kids is HARD. They don't communicate, they don't work together, the girls hate the boys & the boys are always fighting

But he’s surprisingly GREAT with kids. Az understands angst, he’s supportive yet firm, and his patience knows no bounds. Cass & Rhys are basically overgrown children. He’s been dealing with them for 500 years.

He’s the freaking Shadowsinger. The kids think he’s kinda scary but in a WOW! you’re so COOL way.

Az really connects with them. Slowly, he realizes that some of them have shit dads & brothers just like him.

And Az has a breakthrough. He GETS IT. He can empathize. He will not be another bad male role model for them

Brave & beautiful Gwyn is amazing with kids. Gwyn who cheers on the underdogs, who doesn't tolerate bullies, who sneaks sweets when Az isn't looking (the shadows would NEVER snitch)

Gwyn who brings out the best in all the Illyrians. Gwyn who's brought out the best in him.

He becomes more compassionate. Together they train these kiddos & let them reach their full potentials.

Our competitive ass Carynthians divide the kids into teams against each other to do a triathlon. Gwyn's team would be named something cute like Team Perseverance and Az's kids would be like Team Mega Lethal Assassins

They train relentlessly and also make a point to train together bc teamwork is important.

Miss Emerie helps them with snack breaks

Cass helps train Team MLA. Nesta helps Gwyn train Team P.

Can u guess who has the bigger ego?

The competition day finally comes and it’s in-tents INTENSE.

Team Perseverance has white ribbons wrapped around their heads. Team Mega Lethal Assasins is dressed in all black

It's SUPER close but Az's kids win by like an inch. The whole crowd goes wild.

Azriel, who hates this place, who watched his mom suffer, who was tortured as a kid by Illyrians, is now watching these kids with admiration. He's excited, he's smiling, he's being tackled by 15 winged children all shouting AZRIEL! AZRIEL! AZRIEL!

Gwyn is a little annoyed (bc she lost to Az) but mostly she's happy. She's happy her kids kicked butt and everyone is congratulating each other, giving high-5's, and she's watching the Shadowsinger be trampled.

Gwyn brings out the prize: a massive trophy filled with candy. They have a giant party at Emerie's shop.

Gwyn: "Mother above, did you see how fast Matthos was flying!"

Azriel: "That little Lysa is scary with a sword."

Gwyn: "Shadowsinger, you did an amazing job with those kids. They just wanted to make you proud."

Azriel, smiling: "They did."

Azriel for the first time in his life feels proud to be Illyrian. It feels exciting. It feels good. It feels like hope. He knows that he couldn't have done it alone *stares at Gwyn with intense admiration*

All the Illyrian women adore Gwyn. She integrates herself into a nice routine ft. training, crafts, cooking, and healing. Emerie & Gwyn & Nesta host tea times and book clubs.

One day, Gwyn catches some guys making nasty comments. She is livid. She gets so frustrated and fed up. No matter how hard she works or how hard she trains, nothing is changing.

She remembers that her own healing took time. This is still a work in progress. She sees the little boys flying with the little girls, the cute married couple who owns the bakery, Emerie running a thriving business, and Nesta memorizing a hex to scare the warlord. There's hope.

Az catches her holding an Illyrian baby one day. A dark-haired boy with a feisty attitude.

"He's a fighter," says Gwyn. She's smiling as he tugs at her hair.

Azriel is beside himself. His heart feels warm and his feelings feel weird.

This baby is adorable and Gwyn is just so good with kids. He thinks about his future. Could I be a father? Would I be a good dad one day? Now…there’s hope.

Gwyn is completely oblivious to the group of Illyrian men in town practically drooling over her. They are adoring her & giving her gifts, teasing, flirting 👀

Azriel is in rage. But he’s an idiot and doesn’t realize it's because he likes her. A LOT. He's big-time broody. He’s super jealous.

She’s a hottie and a Carynthian what did you expect, shadow boi?

He’s trying to do his toxic white knight complex thing and nope, nuh-uh, no way sir. NOT with Gwyn.

It gets explosive. They fight-fight. Azriel realizes that Gwyn is actually super scary. It gets ugly. Gwyn is mad. And oh Mother above how can someone be so stubborn?

She calls him out. He's forced to sit with his feelings. Then he just breaks. He reflects on his problematic behavior, his serious prejudices, his childhood traumas. HE WANTS 👏 TO BE 👏 BETTER 👏 (seriously where are all the therapists? Dr. Suriel plz come back)

Finally, he apologizes to Gwyn at sunset on top of a mountain (bc symbolism)

HE BREAKS DOWN.

Gwyn's inner thoughts: Oh my Gods the Shadowsinger is crying!? Okay Gwyn you can do this. Yes, a hug. Good. Soothingly stroke his hair. it's so soft. wow, he really likes that. squeeze tighter. Poor thing. He's so cute. I hate seeing him sad. Oh, my heart feels funny. OH.

It's a beautiful moment.

He has a surprise for her. He gives her a little medal 🏅 with her initials and an engraving of Ramiel with the three stars

Azriel: "A long overdue prize and much better than that stupid necklace."

Gwyn and Az hug it out and walk back chattering and happy. The next day at training, they can't keep their eyes off each other. A little punk makes kissing noises to tease Az. A little girl ask Gwyn if they're mates......

They both secretly wonder.

Azriel and Gwyn realize that sometimes change happens slowly. Healing happens slowly. Love happens slowly. Even when something is long overdue, it is still beautiful.

#the gwynriel stans are the little punks making kissing noises #girls dont want necklaces #they want accountability and growth #gwynriel #gwynriel headcanon #gwyneth berdara #azriel #shadowsinger #acosf #acotar headcanon #gwyn x azriel #gwynriel headcanons #gwynriel headcannon #gwynriel fanfiction #gwynriel drabble #gwynriel ff #gwyn berdara #a court of silver flames

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years

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Hi yes hello I’m um…. here to mayhaps request some smut? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I’m a simple girl who is v much in love with one (1) bastard stabby mechanic. I was thinking something like Bo comes home after some particularly aggravating victims (putting up a fight and Bo is big mad™️) so, logically, the best way to have him relax is by letting him just so absolutely feral because 10/10 that man has a breeding kink and I’m here like hello sir hi 👀

OKAYLOVEYOUBEXBYEEEEEEEEEEEE

MADDIE! I am SO fucking stoked you finally requested something of me! I had so much fucking fun doing this, been a hot ass minute since I have written for Bo and I am shocked no one has asked for breeding kink with him before because he sure as fuck has one no doubt.

I wanna give a shout-out to my husband, Mr.Bex, for some fantastic inspo the other night that helped fuel this fic, really feel like it elevated this piece.

Hope I did this prompt justice and that you all love it! Let’s get into it.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.8K. Bo Sinclair X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Aggressive And Possessive Bo. Manhandling. Rough Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Choking. Restrained Reader. Nipple Play. Masturbation. Dirty Talk. Breeding Kink. Mocking. Teasing. Hair Pulling. Throat Fucking. Blow Job. Rough Oral Sex. Gagging. Crying Reader. Praise. Mirror Sex. Orgasm Denial. Begging. Cum Play. Bo Being A Bastard.

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Bred.

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It could have gone so much better.

Could have gone so much worse too but certainly could have gone a hell of a lot better. Sometimes it was almost too easy, laughable, other times, like today, it was fucking awful. It was a struggle and not the fun kind of struggle he usually loved.

It took far longer than it should have, by the time he was done it was sundown, he was bruised, bloody, some of it was his, lip split and knuckles scraped up, he couldn’t have been in a worse mood. You heard him when he came in. Hearing the door slam and you hugging your knees a little closer, the urge to get up and run to him was so tempting but you didn’t know how it went, did not know what happened, if it was all done or was still going on. You had a hiding place that you were expected to stay in when people rolled into town, Bo was very insistent upon it, didn’t want you getting in harm's way, you were sitting in the small room, door locked, and all you could do was wait and listen.

It was Bo for sure. You listened as he stomped around, could hear him cursing up a storm, God, whatever happened it obviously didn’t go well.

You had this problem. Well, I say it is a problem but you really didn’t think so, not really. Whenever he got so upset, so mad, it reminded you of that first meeting of yours and every subsequent time where he would take said anger out on you. And with those reminders, it had one distinct effect on you, it made you wet. You weren’t sure if he quite realized just how badly it got to you.

You think he had an idea but did not think he knew the full extent.

It was then that you heard him on the bottom step, starting to come upstairs, you almost wanted to squirm already as he got closer to you. Soon the door was unlocked and pulled open, you took in the sight of him, eyes dragging up and seeing just how roughed up he was, you tried to look concerned, which you were but you were also trying to hide the definite excitement that was settling low inside you. The expression on his face, he looked so upset, you finally let go of your knees and allowed your feet to touch the floor. “Oh my God Bo, are you okay?”

A scoff and a roll of his eyes as you got up and started to come towards him, “Do I fuckin’ look okay?”

Fuck, that tone, you didn’t stop, coming forward and standing right in front of him, reaching out and taking one of his hands, fussing a bit over his hand. He started to vent, tell you all about what happened, the way they caught on far too early and gave him the runaround, had gotten the drop on him. As he was going off you led him to the bathroom to help clean him up a bit. You kept stealing glances at his face as he ranted and you worked on clearing up his hands, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the growing wet patch in your panties. It had been a while since you had seen him this angry and you think you had just the thing to help. You dropped his hand and your hands came to your shorts, starting to undo them and he took notice, it made his sentence stop short.

“An' then! That fucker-What are you doin’?”

Your eyes flicked up to him but you didn’t stop, “Trying to help.” Your shorts dropped and you kicked them aside, thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties and you slid them down, maintaining eye contact you dragged them off, stepped out of them and stood back upright, you took his hand, put it palm up and set your panties into his hand, closing his fingers around it.

The look in your eyes combined with what you did made your intentions all too obvious. He could feel how wet your panties were, even with him already being able to feel it he still wanted to look, he opened his hand and he was the one to break your eye contact, glancing down and taking in the soaked garment, he brought it up, he smelled your soiled underwear, inhaled deep, eyes fell closed and you just barely caught the quiet, “Fuck.” that left him.

God that is good, you knew he loved the smell, the taste, the feel of you.

His eyes opened back up and he looked at you, panties still caught between his fingers. He addressed you with a gesture of the wet lace, “See I’m curious darlin’ just how you got so wet without me even touchin’ you.”

You gave a small shrug, pretending to not be so affected as with a sly smile you said, “Thought you could use some stress relief.”

You knew it had been a hard afternoon and you wanted to help, wanted him to take it out on you. He reached out, the backs of his fingers brushed over your cheek and you still felt some of the lingering dried blood that you hadn’t managed to get to caked there. You leaned into the touch and the softness was so nice, but it was short lived, his hand moved fast, thick fingers threaded in your hair and he tugged hard, pulling your head back, a single step forward, pressing himself to you, pushing you up against the sink. You let out a small pained gasp from how hard he tugged your hair, eyes pleading up at him and he gave an appreciative hum, “God you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

That made you melt, you loved the dichotomy of this, him treating you roughly and praising you in the low tone, it did nothing to help your current predicament. He was clearly going to take you up on your offer and you could hardly wait, he didn’t allow you to respond, instead his other hand met your shoulder and he forced you down, yanking your hair with his other hand to bring you down to a crouch at his feet. “You wanna let me fuck my stress out, huh?”

He kept his hand in your hair and tugged again, his other hand starting to unzip his dirty mechanics suit. "Gonna let me use any of those holes of yours too aintcha?"

You were, you nodded, looking up at him as you said so honestly, “Any of them.”

“Course you would. Fuckin’ slut.” He finally let go of your hair, rough push of your head away from him but you let him, more than let him, you actually felt tempted to moan at it. Finally that suit was hiked down, some of the blood had soaked into the white t-shirt he had on under it, he looked unfairly good in red, especially now, a mechanic's suit around his knees, bloody shirt and his underwear still on, he was already hard. He was palming himself as he looked down at you, “I got a craving for one hole in particular right now.”

You knew what he wanted. Your hands reached out, met his hips and you leaned in, mouthed over his clothed erection all while staring up at him. He wasn’t in the mood for teasing, you could still see the lingering anger in his eyes, not directed at you of course but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy taking it out on you.

So you decided not to linger, you pulled his underwear down allowing him to spring free, you leaned in closer, hot and hard shaft against your cheek, still gazing up at him and that is when your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you got to work. Starting low as you could, running your tongue over his balls and then dragging up further, enjoying the taste, unmistakably him, and as soon as you reached the head of his cock you had intentions of swirling your tongue over the head of his cock but he had other plans.

“Hurry the fuck up.” Hand on your head he jerked you forward, forcing you down his length, stuffing his cock in your mouth. “Thought you wanted to help me-” he pulled you down closer, down your throat, “-not be a little tease, right?"

He didn’t stop until he was fully seated in you, your nose pressed against his rough public hair. You struggled to relax your throat, welcome the intrusion but it was hard with him being so thick, so deep in your throat. “Yer gonna be good and let me use you.”

A statement not a question and a correct one at that. He held there, a small rock of his hips and you fought the urge to gag, he stayed there for a moment and finally took his shirt off, throwing it aside before his hand met your forehead and pushed you back, until just the head of his cock was between your lips. You sucked down a deep breath, eyes still trained on him, his tongue darted out, wet his bottom lip and he said, “Yeah you better breathe deep now.”

He forced you down again, hard and fast, you did gag this time, “Cuz you ain’t gonna be able to for a while.”

He was true to his word, he used your mouth, fucked into you, made it hard for you to breathe, made you gag and choke, pushed you so your back was pressed to the cabinet doors under the sink. He tangled his fingers in your hair and thrust his hips forward as he jerked your head towards him in time, he was breathing harder, grunting out, “Shit, that’s good-”

You tried to keep pace, struggled to keep breathing through your nose, you stole a look up at him, hard to do with how you were tearing up from how rough he was being with your throat, God that expression.

Such focus, singular purpose on using you, getting every ounce of negative emotion out and wringing every pleasurable sensation he could for himself from using your body. You swallowed around the head of his cock and it pulled a groan from him, made him thrust even harder and then the dam broke and those tears that had been building up actually slipped down your cheeks and you swore you could feel him get harder on your tongue. He ripped you off of his cock and was staring you down, chest heaving, fingers still in your locks he tugged and said, “Love to see you cry.”

One of his hands gripped the base of his shaft and then he rubbed his drool-covered cock over your cheeks, spreading the mess of spit and tears, letting out a small hiss from the feeling and the visual of it. He gritted out. “Touch yourself.”

Your eyes must have given yourself away because he barked, “Did I fuckin’ stutter, whore? Get your fingers in that cunt!” You did so, hand flying between your thighs, you had been aching this whole time but didn’t dare touch yourself until he gave the word. Your fingers find your leaking slit, you drag your fingers up and spread the wetness, circling your clit and fuck, it felt good.

You moaned, he was rubbing the head of his cock over your slick lips and hummed approvingly, “Mmm yeah you better do a good job, get yourself nice and ready because I’m coming for that hole next.”

He shoved back into your mouth and you moaned against his shaft, you knew he was serious, stopping rubbing your clit you chose to instead bury your fingers in yourself, stretch yourself as much as you could. Ready yourself to take his cock, you knew he would be even more unrelenting once he got inside of you, and so you set to fucking your fingers in and out of yourself.

Scissoring them in and out, pressing into the spot that made you almost whimper around his cock, you decided your one hand wasn’t enough, it came off of your knee and joined your other hand, taking to rubbing your clit as your fingers worked on opening yourself. It felt amazing but not enough, you knew that you needed him and soon, that he would actually be able to satisfy that insatiable hunger that he stirred up inside of you.

“This is a good look for you.” He was right of course. You crouched down on your heels, knees spread, fingering yourself and choking on his cock, one of the straps of your tank stop slipped down your shoulders, so close to exposing your tits to him. After another hard thrust, another gag he pulled out back once more, “Nuff of that shit, get up here.”

He pulled on your hair, yanked you up, your hands falling away from your leaking cunt, he turned you around, placing your hands on the edge of the sink, you gripped the sink’s edge and his hands were on your hips. He dragged the swollen head of his cock against you and prodded at your entrance, you wanted to grind back on him, he said, “Hope you did a good job.”

He gripped your hips harder and sunk inside of you, it pulled a deep moan from you, “Cuz I’m not stopping till I stuff you full of cum.”

God were you lucky.

He was fully buried in you, hips resting against your ass, he ground into you and it stole your beath away, “Fuck! Bo-”

He huffed out a laugh, his head right beside yours, “You're fucking soaked.” He stated to move, rough snap of his hips, forward and back, fucking into you, delicous drag of his cock inside of you. His hand came up to your throat, other hand still on your hip as he used those two points of contact to pull you back onto him as he drove forward.

“Can’t wait to drain myself in ya.” You let out a strangled moan at that, clenched around him and it made him groan as well, “Yeah you like the thought of that? Me cummin’ in you-”

You cut him off with a loud moan when he hit that spot inside of you just fucking right, “God yes! Bo, I lo-love it-”

Pleasure was building inside of you already, the rough treatment, how he was talking to you and of course how well he was fucking you. His hand came off your hip, came up to your forehead, pulled your head back, making you look at yourself in the mirror he had you in front of over the sink, “Look at cha. I can tell you love it.”

You took in the view of yourself, one of his hands on your throat, squeezing it, him fucking you, making your tits bounce and all those other soft and sweet parts of you jiggle and move with the force of his thrusts, you saw just what he did in that moment, you were undeniably hot. “Don’t look away.”

His hand left your forehead, came forward and ripped your tank top down, exposing your tits, letting them bounce free, roughly palming one, tweaking one of your nipples and it made you clench around him again with a broken moan.

Overwhelmed with sensation, the feel of his cock splitting you open, the assualt on those sweet spots never letting up and the sight of him fucking you. Could feel the pleasure mounting, we're going to find your end soon. “Love it Bo, so fuck-ing good!”

You let him use your body and get his fill and loved every single solitary second of it.

Craving him, wanting him, wanting more, you beg him to fill you, desperate to feel it, “Please Bo, wan’ it so much, please, please, please cum in me-” He was still tugging and rolling your stiff nipple with one hand, his other gave another hard squeeze to your throat that made you gasp, “Awe I was already plannin’ on it but fuck, you sound good. Beg some more darlin’. ”

He sounded so mocking, so teasing, he was getting off on this so hard but so were you, the mess you were making of him, could feel the slick running out of you, down his shaft and balls, over your inner thighs, the sound of it was obscene. Wet slap of skin on skin, of your shared heavy breathing and moaning, the grunts of effort from him. You indulge him further, “Wanna feel it, need it Bo, shit! Puh-please-”

He let out a hum like he was considering it, still not letting up, hips crashing into your ass, you were getting closer and closer, wanting to cum all over his cock, you were sure if he spilled in you it would bring about your own orgasm too. “-want you to mark me, ruin me! Ma-make me yours forever, wanna be yours so bad-”

“Yeah? Wanna be all mine?” He was pressed so close to you, his chest to your back, nearly covering you totally, your hips were pressed painfully into the edge of the sink you were still gripping on for dear life, even the slight pain was elevating all of this. The edge of pain makes the pleasure all the sweeter and stronger. “Yeah! Wanna be your cum dump Bo-”

He laughed, hips stilled, held to the hilt inside of you, his hand drifted up from your throat, gripped your lower jaw, could feel his hot breath on his ear as she uttered, “Wanna be? Hon. You already are.”

Two of his thick and still dirty fingers were forced in your mouth, pressed down on your tongue and he started right back up, hard, fast, locked onto that spot inside, you were ripped to the edge so fast. You tried to warn him, eyes pleading, trying to speak around his fingers, it sounded wet and pathetic, laughable and he did laugh. “-Unna um-”

He could feel it, it was all too obvious, how your walls were squeezing his hard cock, he met your gaze in the mirror and shook his head. “Not yet.”

You whimpered around his fingers, could more drool leaking out from between them, spilling down his hand, you wanted so badly, were right there, weren’t sure if you could hold out. You realized then how close he was too, almost at his own end, his head tipped back, a groan, sweaty and flushed, pace faltering, he pushed his fingers in your mouth deeper and you sucked on them greedily, an attempt to hold some composure, a distraction in hopes you won’t cum before he wants you to.

You are moaning against his digits, something that could be a chant of his name but it is nearly impossible to make out. You were so tense, body taut, ready to cum the second he gave you the go ahead and he huffed out in your ear, “Here it comes.”

You braced yourself and then another thrust, one, two and three and he held all the way inside as he unloaded in you. Eyes squeezing shut, breathing so hard through your nose, trembling in his grip, you somehow managed to be good for him, held yourself back and didn’t cum, still dangerously close to it though. Were still so tense as his grip on you loosened, head leaning against yours, panting, “Mmm shit that was good.” You gave a weak nod and agreed as his fingers left your mouth, “S’ good Bo.”

“Don’t worry, we ain’t done yet.” His hand went between your thighs, rough fingers brushed over your clit and you let out a small gasp, he lingered for a moment, rubbing your clit and your hips squirmed at the feeling, still stuffed with his cum and him, it was amazing. His hand traveled down further, and he pulled his cock out, hand moving to cover your well fucked hole as soon as he slipped out. Holding the mess inside of you and then he made his next move.

You were pulled, turned, pushed and forced against the wall opposite the sink, his forearm met your throat, used that to hold you to the wall, your cheek pressed to the cool wall as his fingers slipped inside of you. He started to finger you, so quick, so rough, fingers curled into that spot and his palm pressed to your clit and you couldn’t hold back the loud cry of his name that tore from your throat, “Bo!”

The pleasure swelled inside, you were clenching around his fingers, panting so hard, after how well he had fucked you, how close you had been, you were there again in almost no time. He was still pressed to you, letting you feel the weight of him, loving him pinning you like this, your hands were flat on the wall, bucking your hips down onto his hand. He leaned in, whispering in your ear, “You wanna know the only reason I’m doing this? It ain’t cuz I give a shit about you getting off, it’s cuz I hear it betters the chances of you getting knocked up.”

“Bo! I’m gonna-” His forearm pressed you harder to the wall, crushing some of the breath out of you and he spat, “Shut up.”

That is what did it.

That is what pushed you over the edge and made you cum with a weak, breathless and strangled moan. It was insane how good it felt, you were thankful he had you pinned like this or you would have fallen, legs far too weak, wouldn’t have been able to hold yourself up through your orgasm. He didn’t stop fingering you, dragging out your orgasm, and you were gasping for breath when you finished coming. It was boarding on painful overstimulation when he finally stopped, leaving his fingers inside of you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple, “Good start but we ain’t done yet.”

You weren’t?

His nose brushed over your cheek and he placed another sweet kiss before saying, “Yer gonna get your ass in bed and I’m gonna fill you again.”

You clenched around his fingers and it made him chuckle, another kiss, “And again.” One more. “And again. Until you’re knocked up for fucking sure.”

Let’s hope you really meant what you said, hope you really wanted it and it wasn’t just dirty talk in the heat of the moment because Bo Sinclair sure meant it.

#BHF asks #BHF writing #artsy-maddie #Bo Sinclair X Reader.#Hope you all enjoy it!#Nasty mechanic bastard #Seriously happy with this one

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louisminyard · 3 years

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DO TELL about the Andrew has friends outside the foxes hc *covers Andrew’s ears* please

OH YES... okay so idk if this is OOC 🙄✋🏽 i dont think it is! but my only aftg hc is that andrew has friends outside the foxes and the foxes are so surprised every time they meet one. and it’s like a Thing™️ to be walking somewhere w andrew and someone just like . head nods him or says hey andrew and andrew never responds but the other foxes are like uh ??? do u know them ??? or someone will come up to aaron thinking its andrew and aaron is like ???????? I just think it’s funny to think that people see andrew and his attitude and they’re like new friend ?? new friend w knives that’s a little mean ?? and I think it’s even EXTRA funny since most of the foxes think andrew is like this person incapable of human relationships lmao so its like a GOTCHA! moment. so here’s a list of people andrew has a begrudging friendship with:

- the girl at the ice cream shop near campus that knows his usual and adds extra brownie pieces with no charge. andrew will literally walk out of the shop if he realizes she's not there that day

- one of Andrew’s mandatory tutors whose a bit of an Asshole but really he’s just matching Andrew’s energy ,,, andrew notices this and is like well ok fine i guess ill listen to what u have to say even though im never wrong ever in my life. they have a p good understanding of each other

- The girl who sits next to him in one of his GEP classes and does Not shut up but andrew glares at anyone who shushes her,,, andrew cant help but adopt people that are persistently nice

- three ex group project members after andrew did zero (0) of the work but presented so monotonously and without missing a single beat. the eidetic memory is like a party trick for this kind of thing

- the girl who was crying in the stairwell while her (ex) bf was being a little too aggressive to her in public. andrew would've kept walking, but he saw the twisted smile of her bf and decided to make someone else's problems his own without anything in return (she ends up following andrew around despite andrew's silence and andrew ends up caring about her more than he expected to)

#andrew will end up gossiping to neil about shit they do and he's very vague about it #neil is just like so do u like them or not and andrew is like shut up #THIS IS SO LATE BC I HAD WORK I APOLOGIZE but I hope u enjoy :-)#andrew cultivating relationships outside of deals/exy is very important to me.......#andrew #tfc #he just pegs me as the type to accidentally make friends without wanting to but being like well . this might as well happen .#guess ill just give my unwavering loyalty anyways #also i think andrew rlly likes genuinely nice ppl who don't ask for anything in return like they're nice bc They're Nice so.#asks #dailykandrew #ALSO ALSO WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

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queeenpersephone · 2 years

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hi hi hi friendly neighborhood anon popping in w am ironwidow ask—perhaps a lil angsty vibe to ilomilo by billie? Hehe ok obsessed w you take care of yourself 💕💕💕💕💕💕

haha i'm obsessed with YOU friendly neighborhood anon! i'm a lil sad right now so this went straight from a lil angsty to Angst™️. you did make me listen to ilomilo on repeat and i had to rewatch an endgame scene so maybe it's not only my fault haha.

so tell me you'll come home (even if it's just a lie) warnings: major character death; if you're iffy about reading anything that involves suicidal thoughts, maybe not this one for you | established ironwidow | endgame compliant (kinda)

Traveling through time is an electric rush, heightened by the knowledge that Steve and he have pulled off their mission. He hopes the others have too. Well, he knows that Natasha and Clint have; despite their lack of powers or metal suits, he's never seen them make a mistake when it counts.

Plus, he's looking forward to wrapping his arms around his fiance and kissing her until they both forget their own names. He's grown used to being with her all the time in the cabin; it's truly strange to be separated. If anything good came of the Snap, it has been settling down with her, running any Avengers meetings from their home, thinking even about adoption. He'll be sad to lose his memories if everything snaps back and they lose the last few years, but Natasha and he have been together since a year before the Snap. Really, he doesn't have that much to lose.

See you in a minute, she had said. He's been waiting to quip back since that moment, a little 'Miss me, Agent Romanoff?' to call back to Germany all those years ago. Natasha would never admit it, but she loves when he remembers little things like that. He'll never tell her that, before they got together, he used to play those little moments over and over again in his head, impatient to see his friend as soon as she left his sight.

Really, it's a shock he didn't realize what was going on earlier. Sometimes it feels like he's been in love with Natasha Romanoff his whole life.

When Clint's knees hit the floor with a loud thud... well, in hindsight, Tony thinks he knew then. The open desolation on Clint's face shows a man in the depths of grief. The absence of Natasha, bent over to check on her best friend while placating Tony with a quick look and a gentle smile, however, is the biggest indicator.

In the moment, though? He knows nothing but the ringing in his ears and the involuntary tremble of his lower lip.

"Where's Nat?" Bruce asks. They all stare at the empty space next to Clint. "Where's Nat?"

See you in a minute.

Tony drops the briefcase with a loud clang and takes a halting step in the direction of Clint. "Where is she?" He croaks. His voice sounds unfamiliar. "What did you do to her?" He accuses.

Clint finally looks up, his grief turning to horror. "I - She - I couldn't sto-" He cuts himself off, hunching over at the waist like he's about to be sick.

Tony feels like he's underwater. He's floating, he's sinking, he's drowning. His eyes and lungs are burning, but his heart is cold. His body is reacting, but Tony himself feels empty. In a moment, he's that scared little boy who was told his parents were dead. He's that grown man who learned that his friend hid their killer from him. Except Natasha was supposed to be the one that finally lasted. His happy ending.

"You - where is she?" He repeats. He enunciates each word. Is Clint stupid? He wants to know where Nat is. Did she get left behind? Do they need to go get her? It's a problem for sure, but Tony is one of the smartest people in the galaxy. He can figure this out. Is she hurt? Invisible? He can take that. He can fix that -

Clint clearly has to force himself to meet Tony's wide-eyed, frantic gaze. Tears are streaming down his cheeks. The rest of the people on the platform are dead silent. "She... she went over the edge. She made me let go. I tried - god, it should've been me. It should've - I should've held on."

The words go through him with the sharpness and precision of a butcher's knife. He let her go?

Tony starts forward. He feels Steve lightly grasp his wrist, but he shakes himself free with a snarl. "I don't believe you," he says, maybe he screams it too. "You - you - liar."

Clint folds over further. "I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry. I wouldn't lie to you." He's rambling, beside himself, but Tony doesn't care. "She saved me."

"You should've saved her," he spits out, disgusted. "She pulls your head out of your ass and this is how you repay her? By - by-"

"Tony," Steve whispers.

"No, you - you shut up!" He yells, and they don't turn away. If he were himself, he might think that they're being good friends. Loyal teammates, taking his vitriol as his world shatters.

See you in a minute.

"I loved her! We were each others' second chances! I never should have agreed to this - we were happy. We were happy." He repeats it and repeats it. If he repeats it enough it'll be true. He'll wake up in the cabin and they'll be happy. She'll lean over to kiss him and eat his pancakes and cuddle him through his nightmares and they'll be happy.

He breaks. They all know him enough not to comfort him.

See you in a minute.

Later, Tony snaps. Thanos is not inevitable, but this might be.

See you in a minute.

Yes, he thinks as the world goes blurry. Yes, honey, you will.

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so fun fact, after i sent yesterday’s ask i watched all the way through s1 and 2 of tbbr so i uh. i’m on the s2 finale now

i always forget that this is the episode where tracy is just having a bit of a breakdown for an entire episode. honestly would’ve liked to see a bit more serious stuff with tracy, it’s kinda odd that she was the comic relief of her own show?

y’ know what. i’m gonna say it. i don’t like carmen. she’s so self absorbed? and if memory serves she does not get better in later seasons either

i am so soft for mike being a father figure to tracy. like of course he’s a father figure to all the kids. but especially tracy.

wHy is elektra treated as in the villain in this episode??? carmen was such a bitch???? what is it with this show villifying the best characters in favour of the annoying ones *glares at sasha*

i just got to s3 and oH my god.. tYLER- he is?? tiny???

honestly i love all the burnywood kids. tyler? iconic. rick?? amazing. lizanne?? queen. kitty?? literally tHE most underrated character in this whole show i will forever be pissed off they never really explained her story or even wrote her out properly

elektra’s pride flag my beloved

i forget how much Grievous Bodily Harm™️ this show contains

there may well be a second ask tonight i’m so sorry

oh my god sdkjfhsdk valid though, I usually end up binging it everytime I rewatch it as well

yeah, that's a good point. that episode was pretty serious compared to a lot of the others, and you're totally right, it would've been interesting to see more of that, especially with Tracy considering all of her trauma? Like, even TSOTB didn't REALLY do too much with Tracy. I remember being shocked when I reread the TSOTB book and picked up on the fact that Tracy was being physically abused by her mum's boyfriend and THAT's more the reason she got put into care. but the show never even really hinted at that. and then TBR just kind of continue the theme of making Tracy the comic relief without ever touching on her trauma.

that's perfectly fair. sometimes that kind of personality just doesn't meld well with others, so it's entirely reasonable that you don't like her. she is QUITE self-absorbed but I always kind of put that down to the way her mum was, too? a lot of the way that Carmen acts is the same as how she says her mum was, but the main problem is that you're right, the writers don't give her any kind of development or growth beyond like two throwaway episodes (see: the one where she becomes Harry's 'mum' and treats him horribly when Rick comes back and she realizes she's doing exactly what her mum did to her, and the episode where she's trying to get fostered by the footballer and his wife and ends up turning them down to prove to Bailey that she's better than her mum). while I do quite like Carmen, I also really wish the writers cared more. she is constantly called out by other characters for being self-absorbed (the episode where she's trying to learn science experiments for that job and ends up ruining Jody and Kaz's project and completely ignoring Floss, who was visibly upset for like the entire episode), and she has the big moment at the end of these episodes where it SEEMS like maybe she'll have some growth but she just. doesn't. and it's really disappointing on the writer's part.

oh, the relationship between Mike and Tracy makes me all warm and fuzzy. because we know that Tracy never really craved or missed having a father figure in her life. she never reflected on her terrible step-dad and wished she had a better one, and she never openly talked about waiting for her dad to come and find her like she constantly did with her mum. and I think, like she says to Mike in her last episode of tbr, that's because since the moment she went into care, she had Mike. and that just makes me feel all of the feelings !! I just love dad!Mike!!

yeah, it does bother me that Elektra is made out to be the bad guy in that episode because it was pretty clear that Carmen was in the wrong when she was being all nice and friendly to Elektra and gave her the necklace, only to take it all back the second she heard that Lily was coming back. she just dumped Elektra on the spot (which, actually, I'm realizing again comes back to her mum, and raises a really interesting parallel to her dumping Harry the moment that Rick came back into the picture...), so of course Elektra got upset. she also didn't go about it the right way, obviously, because they're both just kids and they don't really know how to handle emotions. I dunno, the writers make some interesting (and sometimes questionable) choices.

TYLER IS SO TINY!!!!

the Burnywood storyline was one of the best and it is very iconic of that care home to have given us (even if only briefly for three of them) some very iconic characters. I'm happy we got to keep Rick and Tyler but I am also a bit mad that we didn't get to keep Kitty, too, or as you said, at least get more of an explanation for her storyline. she was our second mostly non-verbal character, possibly with severe trauma, possibly autistic, and I just really think there was a lot more they could've done with her character.

ahh yes the iconic Pride Flag

oh dfkhdsk yeah, that was quite a main feature, wasn't it?

don't apologize, I am Ready and Waiting for another ask dkjfhskj

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