#so don't get up on a fucking high horse about there being so few ~*'normal'*~ people in the fandom
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if there's one thing i hate more than slackers in group projects its goddamn hypocrites
#this guy did jack shit for two full weeks when we're building the damn prototype#but STILL brought up the fact that most of our team blew off a report till the last minute in the beginning of march#*prototypes don't work* “sEe tHis iS wHy wE nEedEd tO hAvE a cOnvErsaTioN aBouT MS3”#like hon you lost the rights to the “y'all need to contribute more” argument the moment you left me hanging for 2-3 FUCKING WEEKS#like excuuuuuse me you been prioritizing extra curriculars all week get off your high horse stop lecturing everyone else about contribution#he made maybe 3 contributions? maybe?#first he 3D modeled an adapter and sent it to someone else to print (couldn't even do THAT himself smh)#then he sent the gc a sketch of an idea i roughly proposed literally the NIGHT BEFORE as his own contribution (that I ENDED UP BUILDING#then he...screwed on a few pipe fittings and called it a project :)#would be a LOT less pissed if he didn't show up to One Thing outside weekly team meetings/class#then apologize for slacking off BUT then launch into a FUCKING SPEECH ABOUT HOW HIM BEING HERE PROVES HIS COMMITTMENT#all because he DOESN'T LIKE GETTING UP EARLY. like sir. sir i am rIGHT FUCKING HERE. i was up till 4-5am working on this stfu#we've been building for three weeks and he's come into work on stuff wo me there ONCE for an HOUR#for context id spent about fifteen hours in the shop alone working on the fucking thing that WEEK#like im trying to be understanding ik tech week is hell#but i took “stepping back” as “i only have a few hours here and there to be in the shop and will do the writeups”#NOT “won't show up outside meetings AND we're splitting slides and writeups 80/20”#like id been in the lab all fuckin day and notice we have an assignment due (missed a SINGLE meeting due to exam)#and i ask him if theres anything i can do (and im thinking like look it over maybe add a spec or two)#and this fucker has the AUDACITY to ask me to write the full four paragraph summary cause he#*checks notes* copy-pasted some specs from milestone 3 so of COURSE its only fair that despite the fact I've been in the lab ALL DAY#that i write the four fuckin paragraphs too#course we're troubleshooting and he's like “did you clean the pump? did you disassemble it and rinse it?” like yes???#i did EVERYTHING i could think of before i even bothered texting you cause i know you're fucking useless#and then he raises fifteen different concerns which while valid would have been NICE TO HEAR WHEN I SENT YOU MY INITIAL DESIGNS#y'know BEFORE i spent over fifteen hours of my free time building this damn thing#with slackers i just pick up the work and move on with my life this idiot is trying to gaslight me into thinking that he contributed fairly#when i heard “i need to step back due to play stuff” i thought we'd be splitting it like 65:35 NOT FUCKING 95:5#and now hes probably going to give ME a poor peer review because I've been passive aggressive with him in the few meetings he showed up to#like i got shit going on too? how the fuck does he expect me to respond to being abandoned to do this shit myself
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tfw you’re tempted to write something out of pure fucking spite, but you already have wips that you should be focussing more on instead
#*screams into a pillow*#they quite literally are *not* related in canon#and fanon can go either way#so don't get up on a fucking high horse about there being so few ~*'normal'*~ people in the fandom#an artist asking that their art of the two characters not be tagged as ship is a perfectly reasonable boundry to have#for whatever reason they have#but don't get all superior just because other people don't have the same read on canon#one of my wips does have them as brothers#in another they're in a relationship (background to the main plot but definitely a thing)#and there's no reason i can't do both#because i'm telling two different stories#and the whole point of fanfic is that there's no rules about everything staying the same#because then it would just be the canon
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alright, so, one more thing i've been thinking about during all of this, and apologies, because i normally try to keep my blog fairly discourse-free in the grand scheme of things. but.
there are hermitcraft fans who act irritatingly morally superior about this fandom. i think it's out of some impulse to try to distance yourselves from any other mcyt fandom. it needs to stop.
the worst behavior during the polls was from the hermitcraft fans.
period.
there were so many instances of hermitcraft fans accusing the other side of cheating, of hermitcraft fans making attacks on the character of their guy's opponents, i have heard what i HOPE are isolated reports of racism in the grian/quackity fight (it was genuinely impossible to keep up with the blog's notes that round without both going into a death spiral thanks to the horrible behavior of scar fans during techno/scar and also without losing track instantly of where we were due to the frankly insurmountable volume of notes, so i did not see it, but unfortunately i fully believe it). i have seen people receiving awful asks - saw people being accused of 'betraying' the hermitcraft side due to voting for quackity or techno, for example.
and for a fandom that likes to act like it's better than the other guys, well. the dsmp fans were generally very well behaved in comparison. (shoutout, for example, to quackblr - i saw maybe one or two possible instances of bad behavior, but for as intense as you all were, you all were normally mostly just retaliatory towards whatever energy was thrown at you.) it wasn't supposed "outsiders coming in" that was doing this bad behavior, either.
folks, you can't blame the dsmp when the problem is inside the house. you can't blame twitter users when you're doing it here. you can't blame the reddit when you're the ones throwing the first death threats.
get off your high horses. we're all mcyt fans. we're all having the same fun. get off your high horses. you can hardly claim we're entirely all "unproblematic" when keralis accepted a sponsorship from the wizard game and xisuma periodically gets another round of getting shouted down over something he said on xisumasays. get off your high horses. you can't claim we're the accepting, good behavior fandom, unlike those other guys, when you're the ones causing the problems.
now, as always, i'm sure this is a law of large numbers thing to some extent. as technoblade, wise as he is, said: sometimes when you get a large enough group, you're going to have a few serial killers. but for the amount that hermitblr likes to act better than Those Other Minecraft Fandoms, and those Other Fandom Websites, it wasn't those guys that made me cry.
to be clear, the majority of you have been well-behaved. but there's a persistent tendency in this fandom to act strangely morally superior to other fandoms. and, y'all? you aren't.
you just aren't.
and the sooner you acknowledge that, the less likely this is to happen again, because once you admit that yeah, we can be toxic too? that's when you can start actually looking at yourself and trying not to be.
anyway, sorry again to make this post. i don't want to be a downer, hence why, outside of the official mod statements of "chill the fuck out", i didn't make this until now. (it also helps that i wanted to wait until i was no longer furious, upset, and death spiraling.) i have seen a lot of the best of this fandom over the past two weeks! i've just also, unfortunately, seen some of the worst, and feel the need to make this statement because it's just... been eating at me.
i don't want this to continue to be a trend. i think we can do better. do so.
#discourse#hermitcraft#side note. please don't come into my inbox about this i WILL just delete it (even if you're agreeing with me)#i also don't need a 'sorry this happened' so much as a. idk. i'm making this post so maybe people realize that they're doing this at all#and stop doing it#anyway wanna reiterate: 90% of y'all were nice. the problem is everyone likes to pretend the 10% doesn't exist#and i'm just... tired of that.#so here i am! psa over
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Basis | T.S
Summary: "His day had been awful, the stock market crash gave him an awful headache, his family certainly would be against any solution he could possibly find and at last, her words made him stumble and crash"
A/N: This is far from my initial idea, this was meant to be a smut, but even if tommy uses sex as a coping mechanism I thought he deserved to be comforted in a healthier way
The house was uncharacteristically cold for an autumn night, the wind whistled through the windows crevices and that was the only sound to be heard, even the maids' heels were silenced by the fall of the night.
The crash of the stock market affected the Shelby company to levels no one could foresee, since everyone assumed their currency was safe in Michael's hands. They were far from bankruptcy, as a matter of fact they would never have to worry about going back to the Watery Lane again, but the concern was inevitable.
The big clock in the hallway announced midnight and Y/N jumped at the sound of the heavy pendulum, usually the maids kept the clock from making any noise so it wouldn't disturb Tommy's light sleep, it seemed that tonight they forgot to.
Before entering her shared bedroom, she waited to see if the bang had woken up her baby, no cry was heard, making it feel like she was alone in the house.
However, she wasn't, Tommy sat at her dressing table brooding with a glass of whiskey, his shoulders hung low and he barely noticed her presence. She knew that state of him very well, he was stuck into his own head, quick and concerning thoughts ran in his head in a down spiral.
She approached him slowly, as if he was a wounded war horse, a strong, powerful animal who mostly attacked out of fear of being hurt again. Her gentle hand squeezed his shoulder, the tense muscles fitted on her palm begging to be looked after.
All Tommy offered as an answer was a slow blink and another sip of his whiskey, the bottle was full earlier that evening and almost empty by then. Y/N didn't doubt he had a high resistance to alcohol and yet, she couldn't help but to worry.
"So what have you decided? I know Linda didn't let you speak," she referred to the family meeting they had.
"Nothing yet," Tommy mumbled, "fucking nothing,"
She took the glass from his hand before he could take another sip, a few drops trickled on his trousers and he cursed trying to take it back. In a quick gulp, she finished the drink.
"What are you doing, Tom?" she scolded.
"Y/N please," he sighed, "not now, not fucking now,"
"Look at state of you, stand up, Tommy," she demanded, but he didn't move at all, "fucking stand up!"
Tommy's eyes widened as she pulled him up with all her strength, he stumbled on the stool he was sitting on and firmly held onto her arms, certainly the spots would get sore later.
"Are you drunk?" she asked quietly, the look in her eyes didn't hide the concern and Tommy didn't have the heart to push her care away.
However, he didn't answer, instead his rough hands traveled to her nape and tangled his fingertips on her hair. At that moment he was unable to express the relief only her presence brought, he was certain that he'd go mad if he had to deal with everything alone.
Tommy stared at her gentle eyes and she stared back. The face she very much loved was forming wrinkles, gray hair hid itselves in his well drawn eyebrows, above everything he looked exhausted.
Cupping his cheeks, she traced the scars on his cheek and under his chin, a wave of overwhelming affection washed over her,
"You're my basis, Tommy," she whispered, "I know I don't say it often, I know I don't say it enough, but the truth is that none of this would make sense without you,"
Tommy hid the shock her words caused by looking down at his own feet, he was beyond surprised. So he wasn't just an income, someone actually cared for him, the revelation nearly brought tears to his eyes, he always thought being loved would be comfortable and relieving, but it only formed a knot in his throat.
He didn't see himself as worthy of love, especially not hers. Tommy couldn't tell exactly when he started to think she should leave him, he only thought someday she would and he wouldn't have the right to complain, because he was well aware dealing with him was a burden.
Noticing a single tear running down his face, she quickly brushed it off and pulled him to her arms. His chin rested on her shoulder as he held his breath, a trick to keep himself from crying he learnt in his childhood.
Nonetheless, he wasn't able to keep up with it when her hands traveled through his back. While one held the back of his neck, the other traced his spine with gentle, yet firm pressure, next moving to his shoulder blades and lower back.
At last, her embrace became tighter around him, assuring Tommy's silent cry it was okay to come out, if it wasn't for the movement of his back and the tears wetting her clothes, she wouldn't believe such simple words had that effect on him. The truth was, Tommy was much more fragile than he let show.
"It's alright, let it out," she soothed, petting the shaven back of his head, "I got you,"
Five, ten, twenty minutes passed and Tommy started to try controlling his breath, he knew that if he fully let himself go his cry would become compulsive, the tears would run down without control and turn an intimate moment into a humiliating one.
Slowly, he breathed in and out, laying his head on her shoulder. She tried to make eye contact, but Tommy quickly hid his face on her neck, he'd hate to be seen with red eyes and wet cheeks.
He held onto her clothes tightly, at the same time her scent calmed him down, the gentleness she offered made him want to cry again.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I'm fucking sorry,"
"It's alright, love, don't apologize," guiding him to bed, she held him in her arms, a firm and yet tender embrace.
Running a hand through his hair, Y/N respected his unwillingness to be seen, the bridge of his nose fitted on her neck as his wet eyelashes brushed on her skin.
His day had been awful, the stock market crash gave him an awful headache, his family certainly would be against any solution he could possibly find and at last, her words made him stumble and crash.
Eventually, Tommy's eyelids got heavy, her warmth relaxed his tired muscles and he felt safe enough to let the worries slip away. He fell asleep with his head on her shoulder.
Realizing he was asleep, Y/N took the opportunity of doing the same, in the last few months sleeping near him had become a rare occurrence.
Hours went by, enough for the wind gusts to dissipate and a storm to form. The heavy, gray clouds covered the moon in the dark sky, releasing thick rain drops that hit the window with brutal force.
The noise woke Tommy up, he lifted his head to see his wife in deep slumber, he didn't know how much time passed, but he felt less tired, it had been a long time since he took a nap without waking up from time to time.
Peeking at the clock at the bed table, he squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, four in the morning wasn't exactly a proper hour to wake up, especially if he had slept past midnight.
A sleepy noise from Y/N captured his focus again, his eyes wandered to the drawer in which he kept his opium bottle, but he quickly came back at her. Finally, he decided to not disturb her sleep, well aware he probably wouldn't fall asleep again, Tommy snuggled to her and closed his eyes.
He wouldn't say it back, but she was also his basis.
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Omg I’m sorry, I never saw your post😭 I was the anon that requested Toby, and really it can be general or in a relationship with him, which ever you’d like best
what's it like being in a relationship with toby?
notes: AUGH. im srry this is short anon but tysm for the request its been ages since i've wrote something over like 300 words
w/c: 319
warnings: none
Road trips. Lots of them. The two of you driving around in his shitty old car at night, music blasting. You're not going anywhere in particular, but sometimes he'll take you to a fairly empty 7-Eleven parking lot. Maybe you get high, maybe you don't— it's up to you. Or maybe he'll take you under the old bridge a few miles away to graffiti, tagging your initials or carving them into a tree nearby, who knows?
He's a fucking nerd. He'll take you to music stores, looking through the vinyls, cds, posters, funko pops, merch, etc. Seven times out of ten, he'll start rambling about the band or artist, or drop the most random lore about how he supposedly met them at a garage sale or something like that.
Tags you in stupid shit on TikTok. Two feral stray cats fighting in an alleyway? "@/yourusername us". Silly video of a horse eating hay? "@/yourusername this is what u look like when u eat".
Dates with Toby will usually be away from public places. Either they're at home, in a secluded or abandoned area, or in a dark place, like an aquarium for example. Do you like a certain movie? He'll raid a gas station for snacks, set up a pillow fort, and put on that movie so the two of you can spend time together.
Maybe you like lego (because who doesn't?). He'll steal buy a bunch of sets for the two of you to build in your free time, sitting on the floor and talking about nothing or everything while building the set.
Play fighting is a big thing with him, too. Sure, he can't feel pain, but he loves the adrenaline. Both of you press your hands against the others, pushing until someone eventually falls over. Other small competitive activities aren't uncommon, like thumb wars, or arm wrestling, maybe a bit of staring contests in the mix.
#i keep forgetting my layout OOPSIES#oh well#creepypasta#ticci toby#toby rogers#toby erin rogers#tobias erin rogers#creeypasta x reader#ticci toby x reader#toby rogers x reader#toby erin rogers x reader#tobias erin rogers x reader#creepypasta x yn#ticci toby x yn#toby rogers x yn#toby erin rogers x yn#tobias erin rogers x yn#creepypasta headcanons#ticci toby headcanons#i give up on tagging
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On fucking up...
The house has been incredibly quiet since my dad passed. And that quiet turns into loneliness quite often for me. So last night I decided to use every spoon I had to go to the movies. I swallowed my social anxiety and went out into the world.
The theater had these recliners that sit on a raised step. But when you are actually sitting in the seat you can't see that step. Once the movie was over I forgot about the step. I got up to leave and my ankle caught it on the way down. I flew forward and crashed into the back of a row of seats.
A middle aged gentlemen saw this and said, "Gee buddy, this your first day walking?"
And the other 8 people in the theater gave a boisterous laugh.
I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
Making a mistake feels bad.
Making a mistake in public is an embarrassing lesson in humility.
And making a mistake witnessed by 15,000 people is terrifying.
When you get something wrong and people call you out, your first instinct is to dig in. Everyone wants to dig in. Which is usually the worst possible reaction. You want to defend yourself. You don't want to believe you were wrong. And you start spewing out reasons why you can't be wrong. I think the current vernacular calls this "tweeting through it."
Over the years I have tried very hard to fight that instinct to dig in. To consider what people have said and recheck my facts to see if my original information could be inaccurate. And sometimes you find out you were right and strengthen your point of view.
But when you find out you were duped or misunderstood the information, there is nothing quite like that sinking feeling.
And when you are wrong in front of 15,000 people... that sinking feeling goes to the center of the earth.
You get sucked into a thought spiral...
"How do I fix this? Do I send a message to all 15,000 people? Do I just post a video of me repeatedly punching myself in the face? Do I delete the post? No, can't delete the post, people will think you are trying to hide your mistake. Plus all those reblogs."
You have to accept the fact that even if you publicly admit you were wrong, a lot of those people are never going to see it. They are going to believe the thing and possibly spread it to others.
You've created a runaway freight train and you just have to watch it crash into stuff.
The sad thing is I have learned this lesson a few times in my 10+ years of being a minor public figure. It has caused me to be so paranoid about passing along bad information that I will fact check things to death. Sometimes 5 or 6 sources. I'll look at reputable sources and disreputable sources. And I'll try to corroborate those disreputable sources just as an exercise to give me confidence I have the best information at that time.
But the other night I finished watching John Wick 4 and was high on action juice. I started watching every John Wick video on YouTube. My history shows about 40 videos. And at 2 or 3am I heard the director being hyperbolic in a podcast clip and thought a fun fact was too great not to share.
I thought, "I'm not telling people to eat horse paste for COVID. I'm not pretending I'm a submarine expert who knows exactly how to save people at the bottom of the ocean. It's just a flippy gun maneuver. I'm sure Chad knows what he is talking about."
So I posted the thing on my personal blog with sleep in my eyes and figured it was fine. And after 500 notes no one had really said anything, so I thought it was okay to share on my main blog.
And that was my biggest mistake. I deemed the subject matter to be trivial so I lowered my standards.
I forgot that damn step was there and flew into the seats.
There are dishonest people on the internet. Tons of them. People who will post dangerous misinformation without a care. People who have a pattern of lying. Grifters who thrive on baiting people for clicks. And I think it has caused us to react to bad information with hostility by default. People forget that there are still honest people who just make a mistake or get duped. Yet they can still feel the need to make people feel stupid for believing something that seems so obvious to them.
I have been guilty of this myself. I have called people out forgetting they are a human being behind that social media avatar.
The first person to call me out just said, "This is not true, LMFAO."
That's not helpful.
People made me feel like I was a liar. And I am very sensitive to that. For years doctors, family, and friends were skeptical of my Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. And when someone accuses me of being dishonest, I get very anxious and see red.
But I tried very hard not to dig in. I asked for more information--for evidence. Just point me in a direction so I can figure out what's true. But I got angry when all they said was that I was wrong without elaboration. Which is another form of digging in.
I guess I'm asking people to start with compassion before hostility. Maybe if we don't know the person or they have been a mostly reliable source, we can give people a chance. If the person has a history of deception, that's a different story. Bad faith is usually pretty easy to spot.
I remember for a long time I used to love telling people their blood was blue until it was exposed to oxygen. It was just the funnest fun fact I had ever heard and I *needed* others to know the thing I knew. Giving people knowledge can be intoxicating. But then I told my good friend who just became a medical resident and he was like, "I don't remember that in medical school. I think that might be an urban legend."
I still got that sinking feeling and I still had flashbacks to every person I told... but I was grateful he was so kind when he corrected me.
You can correct someone with kindness.
I'd ask that you imagine yourself in their shoes. Think about how embarrassing it is when you get something wrong. And just be like, "Hey, I think you got some bad information. Here's why."
When someone faceplants into a row of seats, metaphorically or otherwise, maybe ask if they are okay before laughing at them.
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Worm Arc 14 thoughts through 14.7 (there is too much for one post, I mean I could probably get four to five posts from 14.11 alone):
The team figures out Siberian's whole "is a projection" thing pretty quickly. Good for them.
I really want to know who ripped out page 325 for the "how horrible of a thing have I done that I don't want shared" check. I strongly lean Trickster but I'm not sure. I want more details on the Travelers and TiaV dammit!
Amy is having a bad day. Probably really a continuation of a bad few days. She probably didn't really need those fingers right?
Skitter criticizing Amy in her head for not being "creative" enough with her power is so on brand. Of course my daughter has already detailed out the complex ways she would use a power she doesn't even have. I love her.
I really wish the Undersiders/Travelers combo would stop splitting the fucking party. If they had just sent everyone after Siberian I bet the could have gotten the dude.
I do have have Skitter has gotten to a point where one of her "start of combat" actions is to just make a fuck ton of bug decoys. Almost without thought at this point.
Have I mentioned how much I love the "writing words in the air with bugs to communicate with people"? Cause I do. It makes sense. It would work. It lets her communicate long range. But it's also very silly to imagine. Very Silver Age in the best way.
Then it gets even better! Skitter makes a full blown animation to tell Amy that Siberian is trying to drop a building on her. Absolutely fucking perfection.
Tattletale maybe misjudged ever so slightly in what she revealed to Siberian. The combo of Siberian just flickering out of existence and everyone being like "oh fuck" was very good.
Amy trying to do her bullshit again and Tattletale having none of it, just destroying every argument before Amy even makes them until Amy agrees to come and help. More than makes up for any mistakes Tattletale made with Siberian.
The relay bugs are super neat.
Fucking high speed mutant dog/car chase. Absolutely fucking AMAZING. I loved every part of it. Ending with Sundancer just dropping a 50 foot wide sun on the road.
Tattletale trolling the shit out of Piggot and the heroes gives me life.
Also, Piggot's phone conversation with Tattletale was basically a villain monologue. For Piggot. Just all the shit about why she was doing it, why it was for the best, the coy little "sorry your teammates are gonna die, it's just an unfortunate side effect". All of it. This bitch is evil.
My daughter fucking tying up Crawler with spiderwebs. HOLY SHIT KID. God damn.
Very Mulan "Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof" energy as they all run the fuck away from the bombing zone.
BUG HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE!!!!
AMY MADE MY DAUGHTER A FLYING BUG HORSE I'M DYING!
TAYLOR CAN BE THE (BUG)HORSE GIRL SHE WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE!
It rescues her and she has to teach it how to fly and they form a bond and she saves it and it saves her and and and she gives it a NAME! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
She's only had Atlas for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I will burn the world to the ground. Then I'll find another world and burn it to the ground too.
Firebombs don't really do shit but destroy a chunk of the city, probably kill some civilians, and make the heroes lives pretty fucking hard as they have to rely on the randomness of Clockblocker's power.
Also weren't there supposed to be a bunch of Nazis also getting hit by the bombs? One of the only somewhat maybe kinda almost decent parts of the plan Piggot and they aren't even here!
Piggot's plan is terrible and evil is what I'm saying.
The only reason nearly every hero doesn't end up permanently trapped or whatever inside Cache's bag of holding is cause Skitter was there to keep him from being crushed by a car. Well, Skitter and her bug horse (BUG HORSE!)
Skitter got to shoot Mannequin in the back. Very satisfying even if it didn't do long term damage.
Sucks to be Cache. He's . . . probably fine? I mean at least he got everyone out as he was melting.
Really sucks to be Glory Girl. She is . . . uhhh . . . hmmm . . . not dead. I can at least say that.
I mean Skitter got her to Amy. And Amy did stop her from dying. So like . . . she's probably going to be fine. Yep. Juuuuuust fine.
(Look if Amy wasn't a bitch about giving Atlas a digestive system I might be willing to forgive a lot. My daughters (bug)horse comes first. But Amy didn't so I won't. At least Grue was able to help. He gets a lot of brownie points for that.)
Anyway, Victoria needed to take some time to heal the rest of the way so she left completely under her own free will. And it will never come up again.
Bombin' 2: Electric HOLY FUCK PIGGOT YOU REALLY ARE CRAZY Bombgaloo
Kill a few more civilians and maybe Crawler and Mannequin. Destroy more of the city (including the library!) in a way that will probably never be salvageable (I mean at least some of it is stopped in time for god knows how long). Jack, Bonesaw, and Siberian escape. And because of what was done Bonesaw is going to activate her bio-weapon.
Great job Piggot. Gold star. You fucking did it. You saved the city. You motherfucking idiot.
#Worm#Worm Web Serial#Parahumans#Cairavende reads Worm#The Slaughterhouse Nine#Taylor Hebert#Victoria Dallon#BUG HORSE#Atlas is the best#I love him forever#For real though I'm sure Amy is gonna go ahead and fix Vic right on up and set her brain right and then Vicky will be good as new#Won't need any therapy at all#Cause she'll be fine#It's not like Amy has already shown that she will justify literally any action she does as not her fault#So no reason to expect this to go any different then she says it's gonna#Thus Victoria is clearly fine. No further questions. It will never come up again I'm sure.#BUG HORSE!
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To Be Loved and Have Loved - (Nathan Prescott/ AFAB Reader) Pt. 1
Title: To be Loved and Have Loved
Part 1, Part 2
Pairing: Post-Storm Nathan Prescott/ Female Reader
Rating: Explicit- minors shoo!
Word Count: 1.7k
Content/Warnings: A continuation to @delopsia 's "To Build A Home", takes place directly after, Sloppy makeouts, Light Dom/sub, Good Nathan Prescott, Life is Strange Comic Lore, post-storm, Nathan ruining his Father's dining room out of spite, plus size! reader, Nathan being soft for only the reader, Aftercare, slight subspace, future Metallica References, Nathan Prescott Needs a Hug, Praise Kink, Safe Sane and Consensual, Fluff and Smut.
A/N: Hi there my lovelies! It’s been a long while. I’ve been away improving my art in college, trying to improve at writing, and becoming a part of the Tumblr community. This is a continuation of https://www.tumblr.com/delopsia/672519407059222528/to-build-a-home?source=share and will be posted in parts. Pre-writing and posting I reached out to Del and got permission to continue their lovely fic. I’m honored that I can post my writing in addition to theirs! Feedback is very appreciated and please go check out Del!
"Why do I get the feeling that you're planning something devious?" You chirp as the two of you begin walking to your car.
"How do you feel about joining me for a secret rendezvous in my father's precious dining room?".
"Why most definitely my good sir!" you gallantly respond, curtsying for dramatic effect.
"You're a fucking weirdo, you know that right?" Nathan says, shaking his head incredulously. Though, you can see the blush dusting his pale ears.
The stars above twinkle brightly in the suburban sky while you and Nathan pile into your car, excitement buzzing between the both of you.
After turning the ignition, Nathan's hand gently reaches over and squeezes your thigh. His nimble fingers toy with the tights almost bursting because of your larger thighs.
"What's that for, cowboy?".
You watch as his bright blue eyes meet yours, amusement painting his features.
Nathan adverts his gaze from the stars and meets your eyes. "Nothing in particular, nerd," Nathan smirks under your intense gaze.
Huffing, you pull out of the old church parking lot. You see in the corner of your eye Nathan waves to a few people. A smile graces your lips at the thought he considers some survivors worthy of a wave now.
Driving through the back roads of Arcadia Bay proves interesting, many broken limbs and scrap are still littering the road- hindering the ability of drivers. You try not to think about the families that may have not survived while you drive past crushed homes.
From what you've heard, Max and Chloe have found a place closer to the remnants of downtown Arcadia. According to Victoria, Max is even collaborating with her art gallery in New York. She mentioned something about Chloe working up to being a small-town mechanic. You try not to think about Mark Jefferson's ongoing trial.
"What're you thinkin' so hard about, little doe?" Nathan questions, gently. His thumb tugs and twists at your tights fervently.
"Our friends." You sigh.
"Pfftt- we have friends? Since when?".
"Since you got off your high horse and we started leaving our home more,".
Nathan tugs your tights in retaliation, snapping them back loudly for effect.
"Don't get bratty with me, Y/N, you know better,".
"That's ironic coming from you, Mr. 'The Prescott’s rule this town!'".
Nathan laughs, a real goofy laugh, his canine teeth shining bright in the moonlight.
He rolls down the windows, whooping and hollering, suddenly. Your eyes can't stray away from his strawberry-blonde hair swirling around in the breeze.
"Yeah, I'd fucking suppose so!" He shouts back over the loud wind.
Giggling quietly, your eyes catch a glance of the Prescott Manor gate between the dark trees causing you to pull into the long-winded driveway subsequently. The lights are off, as per usual. You allow yourself to enjoy the cold night air like the person beside you in the vehicle.
Hesitantly, you pull into the garage. The lights automatically turn on brightly, allowing you to see the drywall- that you know must cost more than your entire tuition. The old Nathan would have pretended not to see your shaking hands gripping the steering wheel tight, but this one can't and won't miss that shit.
Surprisingly, Nathan begins to lean over the center console, his hand moving from your thigh to gently squeeze your hand. In the corner of your eye, you see his normally death-worthy stare turn soft.
"You can relax baby, I don't care if you hit the drywall. I've done it before for fucks sake!".
"You noticed?".
"How could I have not? You're shaking like a goddamn leaf.".
You purse your lips, nodding. You know Nathan is right, but the one interaction you experienced with his father sits heavy in your mind. The anxious silence stretches whilst Nathan begins to gather your coats and other belongings from the back seat.
You hear the click of the passenger door opening and then Nathan speaking gently to you, "Let's go, weirdo.". On autopilot, you open the car door and begin walking towards the Manor doorsteps. Nathan, much further ahead of you, shifts through his keys looking for the correct one. After a few moments, you hear a quiet "a ha!" When he finds the right key.
Nathan pushes the door open with you wandering close behind him. He hits the main hallway light switch. Both of you take off your shoes in comfortable silence. You were taking much longer, the converse adorning your feet proving difficult to take off quickly.
Then, Nathan's sharp cupid bow is kissing your ear, and his rough hands gently squeeze your shoulders. "We don't have to do this tonight," he whispers into the dusted pink shell of your ear.
Oh God, but I want to.
Pushing your back firmer onto his chest, you respond bashfully, "I want this, I do, I'm just nervous.".
Nathan's hands wander, slipping under your sweater- caressing your stomach and happy trail. "Why're you nervous? It's just me,".
"I want things to be good for you,", I don't want you to leave me, remains heavy in your mind as you nervously chuckle out into the dusty Manor hallway.
Nathan's hands stop in their tracks. "Are you fucking serious?".
Unspoken words sour inside Nathans's mouth; "Do you know who I am? I've killed people. My hands shouldn't be touching your kind body. I've been with so many people, you shouldn't have second best as your first. I have to take medicine to be sane. I scream and shout at you regularly. You shouldn't trust me.".
Caressing his right-hand causes Nathan's eyes to droop warmly as he lets out a quiet, "humph".
"Ever since I've met you, I haven't wanted anybody else...", you continue, laying everything out on the table- literally.
"Then I s'pose we're on the same fuckin' page, baby. ", Nathan’s voice has got that deep, gravelly tone to it again, the tone that you remember with vivid detail, the tone he used that one Thursday morning before the storm.
Your shoulders fold inwards, warmth blooming inside your chest. Nathan's chest presses into your shoulder blades while freezing hands play with your belly button piercing, and his breath fans out across the baby hairs growing on your neck. He's everywhere but nowhere.
"To the dining room...?".
"Fuck yeah, doe-eyes.".
Efficiently, Nathan hauls you up into his lanky arms and quickly walks down the winding corridor. Abruptly, he turns to the left entering his family's large dining room. He pauses at the door briefly, allowing you to hit the light switch.
Almost immediately, the ridiculously large chandelier gracing the ceiling of the room lit up brightly. Nathan moved less than gracefully, sitting you down in a dining chair. He made quick work of the dusty table settings, quite obviously for decoration, by grasping the end of the tablecloth and yanking it off the table.
Before you could even register the loud noises of shattered glass, Nathan's soft lips were on yours. Nathan gently cradled your head, his other arm lifting you onto the wooden dining table. Soft groans settled in the back of his throat after hearing a small whimper from you.
Taking a breath, Nathan leaned forward on yours, his nose brushing gently on yours. “Easy, easy, baby,” he whispered, “It’s just me,”. Please don’t be scared of me , remains on the tip of his tongue. “I know,” you whispered back, understanding. A pause settled in the dining room, heavy gasps coming in and out of both of your lungs.
Nathan settles onto his forearms, lips brushing against yours but not entirely closing the gap, bony hips circling gently into yours. “I think I’m getting major Deja-vu right now, Nate,” you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fiery hair.
“I don’t think this time’ll be the same,” Nathan chuckled, chin resting on the top of your sternum.
"Can I touch you?", you ask gently, hands itching to reach out and touch.
Nathan's eyes flick away from your face, his teeth beginning to chew on his lip anxiously. You feel a tremor run through his spine.
"Uh- yeah, you can touch me, just- um- tell me where before you do," Nathan stutters out, his eyes not meeting your hopeful ones.
"Okay," you whisper, smiling up at him.
Nathan's lips tug into a soft smile and his dimples show slightly despite his avoidance of eye contact.
"Can I touch uh- down there? " You nervously ask, peering up at Nathan's sharp features.
Way to fucking go Shakespeare.
Airy chuckles erupt from Nathan's lungs, his laughter shaking the both of you.
"Yes, babe, you can touch my dick, that's why we're fuckin’ here, to begin with,", he says in amusement, a smirk gracing his rose pout.
Your smile quickly shifts into a pathetic pout, and Nathan's face softens upon seeing the change in emotion. "Don't be upset baby, you're doing just what I asked," he coos at you, his fingers slightly pinching your cheek. That once faint, woodsy musk cologne invades your senses, his praise settling deep into your lower abdomen. Nathan's lips brush against yours and his tongue cheekily licks over your lips to the tip of your nose. An amused breath releases from Nathan’s lungs as you continue attempting to lock lips with him. Silently, your hand clenches up and hits Nathan’s shoulder in respite.
“Stop teasing me, you motherfucker,” you whimper out in frustration, your legs flailing underneath the weight of Nathan’s lithe body.
If he doesn’t fuck you six ways to Sunday soon, you’re going to be so pissed at him.
Nathan’s slick tongue trails over your collarbone up to the ridges of your neck slowly. His hands glide over the plush skin adorning your hips, and deep short breaths release from his nose loudly.
“I’ll tease you when I wanna’ tease you,” Nathan teases, his voice being muffled by the spot of your skin he’s worrying to death with his teeth.
In retaliation of some sort, your right hand begins drifting down towards the stiff bulge prominent in Nathan’s designer jeans. Your fingers sneak under the waistline quietly and begin brushing your hand over the curls adorning his happy trail. Nathan ever distracted with the large hickies that he’s painting your chest with, groans in surprise.
Your fingers brush over the tip of his cock gently, the girth taking you by surprise.
“When were you gonna’ tell me you were packing?”, you tease Nathan, loosely gripping his cock.
A soft, “Fuck,” comes out in a deep breath from Nathan while his fingers travel from your hips up to your plump tits.
“I didn’t plan on telling you, I planned on showing you,” he chuckles.
“Then fucking show me you tease!” you shout at him, almost playfully. Deep down you want him to snap, to let go.
Quickly Nathan’s hand gently slaps your thigh, re-establishing his commanding demeanor. He leans his face right in front of yours as his intense gaze bears down on you; “You’ll get what you want, you know that, so behave,” he hisses out.
#nathan prescott#life is strange#lis#max caulfield#chloe price#victoria chase#mark jefferson#fanfic#wallflower writes (✿◠‿◠#nathan prescott/reader#nathan prescott x reader
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Imagine steve just toying with the kittenreaders clit without doing anymore than that. Lets say that ari lended the kitten to him for a few days and ther first few days he only lets kitten high and dry, just toying, flicking, licking, fake fucking her clit but never really doing anything about it even taking pictures abou how big the clit is with his ministrations for the rest of the boys
He even buys for her a horse toy that has a dick in it but put it on the lowest voltage and just keep seeing the reader begging
And now is the choice send her like this to daddy ari for him to destroy her or himself do it
ok i know this was probably for "put me in a movie" but since that's bunny!reader, why not make a new au for cute shy kitten!reader: *drabble below*
you're Ari's sweet kitten, he's been alone for a long time and decided it was time to get a pet. his friends couldn't have been happier bc your daddy shares you with them, you're their entertainment and little plaything, but since Ari paid for you, he always gets first dibs/the guys have to ask him for permission about certain things. and when your daddy takes a work trip, he drops you off at Steve's house, his closest friend and gives him the green light for anything.
steve has always had a fascination with your parts, not only your kitty parts aka your cute twitchy ears and soft tail but that glorious spot between your legs. whenever you've had playtime with him and your daddy, he's obsessed with your button. he loves watching it swell up, get all sensitive, bc "the puffier it is, the better it tastes," he said once. and being in his care is no different. he's a tease, rubbing you through your panties during breakfast or movie nights, letting you grind against his hand before pulling away when you get close. he loves watching you cry and whine in frustration, it's the cutest thing.
you thought he'd finally give you a break when you woke up to him between your thighs, tonguing your clit over your panties until they were soaked with his spit and your slick. "have a good sleep, kitty?"
you nod with glazed eyes, "y-yes, stevie."
he pulls the cotton aside, groaning at the sight of your puffy kitty button, just begging for relief, "you were moaning in your sleep. what were you dreaming about?"
ever so gently, his lips suckle on your nub, the slow suction is enough for you to fist his hair. "I-I, uh! Don't stop!"
He chuckles against you, sending vibrations through your sleepy body. "just a little bit of—" he licks up your slit, "—and you go dumb. that's adorable, kitty."
ofc, he doesn't let you come that morning, or that afternoon when you ride his thigh. and in those pictures/videos he sends to the other guys and your daddy, you're wearing the biggest pout as he gets a good view of your hypersensitive, needy clit. "look how big it is. I've been teasing her for four days." he says, just brushing his fingers over your bundle, making you squeal, "I'm surprised kitty's love button hasn't exploded with all that blood in it."
now i don't know what you mean by horse toy but let's go with a classic Sybian !! it's a present from him and ari, and steve's responsible for getting a long, loud, wet and messy video of you on the toy, bc "your daddy misses you, kitty. maybe we should send him a video so he knows you haven't forgotten about him?"
#sonny drabbles#kitten reader#wips ask#Steve Rogers#kitten hybrid reader#Steve rogers x reader#Steve rogers smut#steve rogers x fem!reader
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Worldbuilding and human kink? Is it my birthday /lh. This has me googling “halfling sex” and being a little surprise someone has thought about it enough to write a generously large paragraph.
Apparently it’s not uncommon for them to have more casual sex with close neighbors and friends indulging in it together. I genuinely think it would be hilarious for a halfling with a human, elf, drow, orc, dwarf, etc (the more uptight races) friend/neighbor to ‘seduce’ and then being very friendly and kind, but not exclusive or even inherently romantic.
Halflings 🤝 Humans
Being horny on main.
Oh my god imagine a poly relationship that's a human who thinks this is a casual friends with benfits deal, a halfing who thinks everyone here is just friends, and one high elf who acts as if they're robbing a bank whenever they watch the human go down on the halfing.
Add a dragonborn who is sweating over which one of those people is gonna end up as their mate for life, who isn't phased by the sex but it's the romance part that's considered a big taboo in their culture to even date someone for love, so imagine seeing more tha one person?
High elves being sex repressed 🤝 Dragonborns being romance repressed
Also I really love world building AAAAA i wanna invent shit and make shit up and shake it around like a snow globe. I believe elves went to the moon much sooner than humans with just magic, dwarves have found fallen space rocks and meteors and used them to forge their weapons, winged elves or any species who can fly already mapped the world and drew all the know maps before humans even learned how to tame horses.
Also the horses is funny, elves has seen them all their lives but never bothered to tame it because it feels weird yk? Why would they ride on an animal, plus their cousin is a centaur so it feels even more weird.
Then they see the humans coaxing the horses with carrots while holding a saddle behind their back, skip a few years and suddenly the horse population skyrockects as humans steal this one animal to their side.
Imagine being a wood elf and in harmony with all of nature, then glancing over at the human city and feeling very confused on what these weird wolves are and why do the humans call them dogs, also why are they obeying the humans and holy shit that one is wearing bowtie.
Occasionally humans just wander into the forest, spot an animal that seems semi useful then kidnap it back to their city, suddenly their population spikes and they're the new best friends of humanity.
It happened the other way with cats tho, the wood elves remember overhearing two cats talking about the hairless apes wandering around and how one was betting the other that they can get them to share their food by just screaming at them.
Humans probably inspired their cuisine based on halflings' recipes since they didn't add soul consuming spices for fun like elves and didn't sprinkle in literal gem and gold dust like dragonborns.
A human with a Halfling neighbour who comes over every other day to share their stew because "they accidentally made too much and can't possibly finish it all themselves so how about you grab a bowl or two, human?"
One day the human makes a joke about how they're a simp or going to horny jail, whatever modern shitposting meme is trending, and the halfling takes it seriously and offers to sleep with them.
I mean, that is basic neighbourly hospitality to them. Of course they will fuck their friend who is in need, you don't even have to ask twice, come here and lay down and they'll take care of you until satisfied.
Now their trips over to your house are twice as frequent, half to feed you their cooking, other half to sate your lust appetite.
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hi reddit refugees, (or reddfugees if you will) welcome to tumblr! we r surprisingly friendly here. have some tips :3
literally nobody gives a fuck if you reblog something old. posts have been circulating for as long as the site has been around and i get excited when i see something from 2014.
use the block button liberally here. somebody is annoying? blocked. somebody has a selfie as their pfp? blocked. you simply don't like the vibes? blocked. nobody will be mad at you
following tags is like following subreddits, although there are a lot of people who will use tags as an addendum to their post. i like to think of these extra thoughts as a knowing whisper in the movie theater
some people have these things called dni lists. if you dont understand a specific word, its probably related to online discourse and its better for your sanity if you don't look it up. it probably doesn't apply to you, and its up to you if you want to interact or not
the vocabulary here is fucking bizarre. a few of the important ones are blorbo (a character that you obsess over), babygirl (a character, typically male, that is funny to think of taking a feminine role in a relationship), wizard high (being so high on weed you feel magical), plinko horse (a gif of a horse falling down a pachinko machine), vanilla extract (a poll option that got very overwhelmingly chosen on a "lets make a cake" poll), color theory (referencing a very long post about a painted red trail on the floor of a children's hospital), and there's probably more but these are the ones i say on a daily basis
if there's a reference that everybody seems to get except for you, and you have a gut feeling that it's tumblr exclusive, i recommend looking at strange aeon's tumblr deep dive series, as well as izzzyzzz channel for context.
if you plan on lurking, change at the very least your pfp and blog title. tumblr has a huge bot problem, and people block blank blogs for the most part
edit: somebody said i needed to add color of the sky to the vocabulary section. colors of the sky is referring to a very old, and very long post that asks "do you love the color of the sky?", followed by the longest gradient ever detailing different times of day, and then followed by "which one?"
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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 14
Tom Hiddleston x OFC
Series rated: M
Chapter warnings: A bit high PG13 in our flashback and some anxiety.
AN: Dude, I'm still fucking sick. Also, I edited and posted this while working because I'm sick and it's Friday and fuck these doctors, they don't get to dump dictation on me at the end of the week and be like "It's urgent." No, fuck you and the horse you rode in on, it's not Urgent if you didn't do it till now.
~~~~~<3
Mia slept like a rock but was up right on time. Of course, on time wasn’t late enough. She rarely got enough sleep when she worked nights but she would make up for that later, she always did.
Peeking in on Sally, she found the little one still asleep. It was seven in the morning, she would be waking soon. Generally, she wasn’t one to sleep in.
Mia took the chance to make breakfast in her new kitchen. The task wasn’t terribly difficult, even though she hadn’t even had a chance to unpack thanks to each box being labeled so clearly with the contents. Having a packing and moving crew was surely worth every penny Tom had paid for them.
~~~~~<3
Sally sat at their little dining table, too small for the space- something Mia never thought would be a problem in her life as pancakes were set in front of her. They had a busy morning ahead of them.
Ikea opened at ten and Mia had every intention of being there at opening. She intended to find a nice enough couch that was also affordable. Tom had probably intended for them to get a nicer couch than an Ikea special but he wasn’t here to stop her. She was unsupervised with his credit card.
The ping of her phone drew her attention. It was a text message form Ashley with a link. “Your man was on The Late Show.”
Sally was coping well with Tom’s absence so far. Mia didn’t want to risk ruining that when she had such a busy day ahead of them by reminding her that Tom had left so rather than just following the link, she spent time digging out her headphones from her purse.
“Momma,” Sally called, “Can I get something pretty for my new room?”
“Yeah, sure. We’ll see what we can find.” Mia was paying more attention to jabbing an earbud in her ear. “Finish eating while I get dressed, alright?”
~~~~~<3
Mia wasn’t one to watch late night TV. She was either sleeping or she was working. Plus the famous person or politician or whoever chatting with a host about movies wasn’t really her thing.
She set her phone down on her dresser as she traded out her pj pants for a pair of jeans. The screen loaded onto a man already talking to Tom. It must have been a clip from the show, not the whole segment. As she got dressed, she couldn’t help but be absorbed in the short video.
~~~~~<3
“You were just in Vegas, right?” The man said, leaning forward in his chair. His dark hair was cut short yet somehow still just a little wild. He had large eyes and the infectious smile of a late night comedian.
“I was, yes.” Tom smiled.
“It was an eventful few days I hear. You got up to some stuff.”
Tom chuckled. “Eventful yes, you could say that.”
“And you left with some bling.” Tom’s fingers twitched ever so slightly as the ring was pointed out. He wasn’t sure where this was going but he knew he needed to tread carefully. “There’s pictures!” The man said, “Bring on the pictures.”
The screen switched to Tom and Mia running down the hall, her white dress flowing and sparkly high heels glittering in the too bright lights of a hotel hallway. her face was obscured by Tom’s shoulder but his face was clearly visible.
His cheeks were bright red though if they didn’t know he was out of his mind wasted, they could believe it was from the private moment being intruded on.
The picture switched to them kissing in the bar some time earlier. Dim lights gave them a warm glow and they had drinks in front of them. Tom’s hand was on her neck and hers was resting on his thigh as she leaned forward. Her face was obscured by his as she leaned into the kiss.
“You’ve kept a romance under warps, Mr. Hiddleston.” The host teased. Color flushed Tom’s cheeks.
“I do like to keep my private life to myself.”
“And how long have you too been together?”
“That’s private.” Tom dodged. “But all anyone needs to know is I care for her deeply otherwise I wouldn’t have married her.”
“So it’s not a ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ situation?” The host pressed.
“I’m as married today as I was Friday night.” Tom reiterated.
“Tell us about her!” The host propped his head up in his hands. If it was possible, he would have had hearts in his eyes. It was clear that the host and Tom had a report and were familiar with each other in a friendly way.
“She’s not a public figure.” Tom started, picking his words carefully. “Her privacy is important and I want to respect that. She’s not married to Actor Tom, she’s married to me and that’s a beautiful thing. Her name is Mia and-”
“Mia!” The host cried, popping up in his seat. “What a lovely name.”
“She’s lovely.” Tom agreed and on the other side of the country, in a different time and place Mia’s face got hot. “She’s absolutely wonderful and we’re looking forward to our future.”
The host continued to lightheartedly press for details but Tom stood firm. They showed a few more pictures from that night neither could remember but not a single image showed her face with the exception of the picture of them going into the restaurant over the weekend.
Had no one gotten a clear shot of her? That didn’t seem likely. Had Tom known ahead of time and asked for her face to be hidden? Was her makeup smeared and her face being hidden to protect their dignity?
~~~~~<3
“I’m done!” Sally yelled from the dining table, throwing Mia back into reality. Perhaps not reality, in a strange way what was happening on the screen was very much a part of her reality. No, her daughter’s voice had served throw her back into the present more than anything.
“Go get washed up.” Mia called, slipping a shirt over her head and quickly finishing getting herself dressed.
~~~~~<3
Ikea was overwhelming, as it always was. There were too many people, too much stuff and in general, far too much stimulation. But she would get through it and in the end she would be rewarded with Swedish meatballs. That was just how trips to Ikea went. You survived and then indulged in cafeteria food. She didn’t make the rules.
They sat on couch after couch as she picked which one would be best for the space. None of them really felt big enough but she was not going to go somewhere with more expensive sofas. That wasn’t an option. She would just have a lot of empty space in her living room. More room for Sally to play.
The one they picked was one of the largest. Under the cushions were storage compartments. It was a few hundred dollars and would likely break down after a few short years at best, needing to be replaced but she didn’t care.
While she hadn’t planned on it, she went ahead and got herself a pair of matching end tables and lamps to set on them. While the apartment had plenty of overhead lamps, there was a warmth that came from table lamps that she loved.
Sally picked out a soft rug to put on the floor. All in all, Mia didn’t feel too bad about the spending. It was less than a couch would have been if she went to Ashley’s Furniture or somewhere similar like Tom had probably intended.
The lamps were on clearance and that helped keep the cost low. The tables were the cheapest they had. Hopefully Tom wouldn’t mind.
~~~~~<3
Mia was anxious as she stood in line waiting. She had paid for their lunches with her own debit card but this was going to go on Tom’s card. She had no plan B for if it didn’t go through.
It was a international card, wasn’t it? Would it go through okay? What would she do if it didn't? What if they asked for her ID?
It was irrational, she knew that. Tom was traveling and had been spending money without issue on this card for as long as he was there from what she had seen. Places rarely asked for ID for credit card transactions anymore. There was so much fraud protection that it had just fallen to the wayside.
All the stress was for nothing. The card went through perfectly fine. No one asked her who she was to use it. No one questioned her. No one said “stop!”. It went perfectly, painlessly fine. As part of her knew it would.
The furniture would be delivered the next day. It was surreal to spend so much money at any one time. But it was done and she survived the flood of panic that came with spending his money. In the moment though, as she swiped his card, she thought she was going to revisit her Swedish meatballs.
Would it get easier over time? Mia decided she’s really rather not find out. If she had her way, she wasn’t going to be doing anymore major spending on his card, at all. It was better she didn’t get used to this. Tom wouldn’t always be there to financially save her. He wouldn’t always be there to replace her couch. This was temporary.
Sitting in the car before leaving IKEA, she shot a text to Tom letting him know she had spent his money as he had requested and how much the total was.
She hadn’t heard from him all day. In the morning she had assumed he was still sleeping after working the late night appearances but now it was quickly becoming afternoon without a word.
What did it mean? Why wasn’t he texting her?
It drove her insane the rest of the day. She checked her phone repeatedly for a hello or even so much as an acknowledgment of the purchases.
Nothing came however, leaving her to wrestle with the thousands of ‘what if’s that quickly took up residence in her mind. Time after time she started text messages only to delete them instead of sending.
It was fine if he didn’t text her, right? It was okay if they didn’t talk, right? They were just strangers, really, at the end of the day. This was fine.
~~~~~<3
The elevator walls were not mirrored but the polished stone may as well have been. Dark copies of the bride and groom surrounded them. They were alone and yet not, in this magical space.
Tom advanced on her slowly. She matched every step he took forward with one of her own backwards. There wasn’t enough air in the elevator car as it moved up and up.
Her heart was on cloud nine and the evaluator was taking the rest of her there.
She couldn’t breathe. It felt like she was gasping for air in all the best ways before her back hit the polished stone wall. There was no where else to go. She couldn’t take any more steps backward.
Her future didn’t stop just because her back hit the wall. Was this a sign of what her life would be like? Was this what her future with him would be like? Advancing faster than she could keep up?
Her future put his hands against the stone on either side if her head, palms flat and fingers splayed. His elbows buckled and then he was supporting his weight with his forearms, oh so much closer than he had been.
His face hovered just inches from hers. His breath smelled strongly of whiskey but the air around him smelled of his cologne. The mix of the two together was intoxicating.
Leaning forward, she closed the distance. The soft velvet of his lips felt amazing against hers. There was a light stubble to his face, hardly visible but as he pushed into her, she could feel it.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands roamed around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Pinned between him and the wall, she didn’t have anywhere to go. There wasn’t anywhere she wanted to go.
His hands groped her ass through the layers and layers of fabric that made up the skirt of her dress. Pulling up and forward, he had her off her feet. Wrapping her legs around him, only possible due to the many folds of the skirts, she embraced her future closer, trying to wrap herself around the very concept.
His lips left hers and made their way down her neck, leaving a path of damp butterfly kisses down to her collar bone. Nipping and sucking at the soft flesh had her squirming in his arms.
The elevator wasn’t moving fast enough. There wasn’t a way she could get enough of him in here. At least, there was no legal way. There were cameras in the elevators and the halls. Again and again she told herself that.
His hand was large and warm. The warmth soaked into her breast. She arched into his touch. His touch was firm and strong. Muscles twitched and moved under her hands as she slipped them into his jacket after struggling with the buttons.
She hadn’t felt like this in years. It was more intoxicating than all the wine they had shared. She felt powerful. Desirable. Wanted.
Was this what love felt like? Was this what it felt like to be loved? It was the best feeling in the world.
~~~~~<3
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@palmviolet this question was just too good (and difficult bcos of it) which is why i have been thinking about it for like six days. so sorry for this absolutely unhinged essay you are getting, feel free to. ignore lol
1 in the bleak midwinter, season 2, episode 6
this takes the number one spot because it's one i really remember hitting me upon watching it for the first time. his grave that's been dug out for him for the whole episode without him realizing it, then the acceptance in the mud and the field, the sequence where he actually falls into the grave with the dead bodies on top, i did fucking think he had died for a second there. and then he has to crawl out of it, and. then the realization that he has to keep going is what breaks him, and how that tells so much about his character and how it gets built up on and mirrored constantly the coming years.
oops this got long sorry i am entirely normal about this television series
2 did polly send you, season 6 episode 6
i can't not have this scene high up here. the symbolism throughout, with the crow, the fire, and the horse, his hallucination of his daughter and at this moment, imagining polly as well despite saying that polly would never visit him in his dreams again, that torn ugly heart of family, love and brutality, betrayal
and the sentimentality of spreading all these mementos of his loved ones in the caravan where he intends to die, like a kind of perverted version of him saying to campbell "i have my family". and alfie asking him, when will he stop, and "when i find the man i can't defeat", and that turned on its head and being manipulated into becoming the man he can't defeat, myself talking to myself about myself truly, as well as, most glaringly, the whole mental illness of it all. and, just i don't know i found it good storytelling not to have the main character that's struggled with mental health and suicidal ideation for the entirety of the series, die of suicide at the end for a shock ending of sorts. like i am so very glad that wasn't the twist in it all.
and then the continuation of this scene to the end. him with the gun in his hand once again, that addiction where he feels like god. and this time he doesn't pull the trigger, but it was never about pulling the trigger, it was having the power of being the one to choose. and they end it with him riding away with the white horse encased in fire. the obvious symbolism with how everything started with him arriving on the black horse, and also the mirror of how he blew up his house and walked away from it, repeated at the end. like sorry but this is poetry to me.
3 now you've seen me, season 1 episode 5
this was such a brutal and haunting scene that i really remember well from those early seasons. one of the few times we really see tommy lose it like this. used by the police much like he was used in the war, and then he snaps. and that betrayal, again. they were supposed to come, but they didn't come, the cavalry. and the vulnerability that he has afterwards, you see that it breaks him. that unavailable, closed off man he's become after the war, and you feel like, this is what was hiding underneath it all, these raw guts, the splattered, caved in skull. "now you've seen me," he says to grace, but he's also saying that to the audience. i do really like that their romance as well is always marked by them seeing this violence, the brutality in one another. "this one looks like it was killed by a wild fucking animal," and she marries him.
4 what fucking line am i supposed to have crossed, season 3 episode 6
i can't also not-mention this. i really enjoy pretty much all the characters in peaky blinders, but alfie is truly a wild one. he's sold tommy out again, and this huge rant he goes on after being confronted about it, it's just simply beautiful and so multi-layered that i feel too stupid to analyze it. just something about him unleashing this self-justified anger at tommy thinking he's above it all, and then to go, more softly: "i did not know about your boy, though." also the propensity of tommy always going back to him for more betrayal, just like he went back to grace after she betrayed him. this season, it doesn't even occur to him that alfie might have betrayed him (again): he interrogates his family, first. insane.
5 he just listened. and now he has no face, season 5 episode 4
god i love season 5, and this episode in particular. this whole sequence where the swan dies, in this episode where tommy keeps seeing his dead wife. the whole sequence is just, encapsulating love, betrayal and violence. lizzie going to hold tommy's hand as they watch the ballet, aberama proposing to polly, the reveal of linda and her raw confrontation of the violence and control, fuck. and then polly being the one to pull the trigger, and the swan, she does die. and the whole sequence that unravels afterwards with linda on the table is like something! out of a fucking renaissance painting!! it makes me unhinged!!
nooo and i didn't even include that sequence at the dinner table in s6 where the camera swiwels between the participants, just the cinematography and decisions they make in this show. prove it with your body. wait let me redo this whole thing i'm not doing it justice nooo who cares about season 1 (i do)
#transferred this ask from the dead blog!#thank u this was Such a question also... sorry#random pb thoughts#ask#palmviolet
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"but they totally hinted at zutara in the og series" NO! CEASE! STOP TALKING! that was a MAN and a WOMAN interacting with each other. you are no better than the crack shippers or the kataang shippers or anyone else ever.
I don't hate baseless ships. I am, in fact, a HUGE FAN of baseless ships. but the moment shippers (especially het shippers) start to pretend they're above everyone else because their ship talked to each other a few times, I lose my g-dang mind. your ship is not canon! that's fine! you need to learn to be fine with that just like everyone else.
am I inviting hate from the toxic zutara shippers? yes. hate away. at least I haven't been conditioned to find every minute interaction between opposite sex characters romantic because most modern writers put so little effort into heterosexual romantic build-up these days due to the fact that they know they can get away with it because people like you exist who cannot even begin to fathom any other reason as to why two opposite sex characters would be interacting in the first place. before you post your hate-fueled response, just remember you've been played by every lazy heterosexual writer who ever lived.
(btw this post is not for the regular ppl who ship zutara. y'all are chill. I love enemies to lovers. keep on making your little comics. this is for those folks out there who will not shut the hell up about it being "soooo much better than [any other ship ever]" and how it's "BaSiCaLly CaNoN." it's not. it's a silly ship. let it be silly and stop telling people to kill themselves.)
AND (toxic) KATAANG SHIPPERS. y'all ain't safe neither. I don't fuck with you, nor will I ever. honestly the concept of doing so has me a bit repulsed. just because your ship is canon doesn't mean everyone else's sucks. if you took even a second to get off your high horse, you'd have the perspective to see that a.) it's corny, b.) you're corny, and c.) you aren't the only people capable of forming an opinion. even in canon, your ship is goofy. LET IT BE GOOFY. STOP TELLING PEOPLE TO KILL THEMSELVES.
TLDR: ship wars are dumb. you're dumb. stop being dumb. Or, at the very least, stop being outwardly dumb. y'all have been consistently dumb for twenty years. we all know how the last hundred year war went. cut the bullshit before I travel across the world with my unlikely band of misfit friends and master all four disciplines of kicking your ass.
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ch. lxxviii - private matter
hybrid!san × human!reader
buy me coffee ?
everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?
It was odd for Seungcheol to see the work floor so empty. Usually, the science department never took a day off when there were no public holidays. But knowing that the company was in a rather dire situation, Seungcheol didn't think much about it and just went in as he usually would.
It had been a while since he worked at the company for his own company's gain and frankly, he liked the vibe in High Breed. Truly, an inspiration as to how he wants his own company to be. He was sure he could achieve it and he was sure that if anyone were to achieve it, he would be able to do it. The proof is in the pudding, he had managed to save a company that was two and a half weeks away from official bankruptcy and even get enough money to buy his uncle out. Seungcheol was a born businessman and it was a true testimony of what the Choi's nature and nurture can do.
"Took you a while,"
Seungcheol jolted slightly as he opened the lab door, not expecting to see his cousin San to be sitting on the supervisor's chair whilst twiddling his thumb. "Fuck, you scared me," Seungcheol huffed, closing the door and standing in the middle of the room, "What are you doing here? I thought you were on administrative leave indefinitely?" San's ear twitched at the mention of him being put on administrative leave and he had to fight off the urge to smirk and immediately punch the guy down to the ground. But he held it in. For now.
San shook his head and sighed, leaning back into the rather comfortable chair, "Technically I'm... Working from home, administrative leave is just something the HR director put on my file to appease the investigators, making it seem like I won't interfere which I intend to do until this whole damn shit blows over." At the mention of the HR director and his file, Seungcheol visibly stiffen and he even tried to mask it by turning his back on San and pretending to check the nearby file which upon inspection, was not even a work file whatsoever as he saw it was a doodle someone (most likely Yunho) made of a monkey riding a dog like a horse. Though usually, Seunghceol wouldn't care much about random doodles anywhere and whatever it is, San's presence made him want to have a full-blown thesis defence. But of course, that was not why San came in the first place.
"But to answer your question, I actually came here because I have some things I want to ask you," San stood up from his seat and walked over to Seungcheol, "Something I think you know concerning the current issue at hand." Seungcheol started getting nervous and the closer San gets, the more Seungcheol tried to move away to avoid being in near proximity. "Have you... Noticed anything weird about my employees?" San asked, casually trapping Seungcheol in a position where if he move more, San would DEFINITELY know something was up. Well, little did he know. "Employees?" Seunghceol raised an eyebrow at his younger cousin, "Can't say I do because I only worked with a few of them for my project and even then, I can't say I'm that close as to know what constitutes as... 'weird'." Now San knows his cousin quite well and when he rambles like that, he got him cornered. "Well, what about Yunho and Yeosang? You've seen them a handful of times at gigantic family events before and they're in your team. How have they been?" Seungcheol cleared his throat and pretended to fix and organize some things, completely avoiding eye contact but still responding to San. "Like I said, I don't really pay much attention," in Seungcheol's mind, he was trying to find ways to rush the conversation but not because he was afraid of getting caught. No, he just wanted to finish the conversation so he could go back to pretending like he knew and did nothing.
But at the awareness of how evasive he was being, Seungcheol looked up and unlike before, stared at San dead in the eyes, "Do you think they have something to do with your employees accessing files by hacking into stuff?"
San didn't think it would be that easy to catch Seungcheol in the act. For a guy who has been mining company secrets through illegal tapping for the past several weeks, he sure does get sloppy when he cockily thinks he's going to get away with it. "How'd you know we were hacked?"
Fuck.
It didn't occur to him that San hadn't said anything about hacking. Seungcheol's eyes widened and he replied with the first thing that popped into his head with a dismissive laugh as his eyes once again drop to the desk, "Please, you talking about this issue to me personally? I can only imagine Yunho and Yeosang were involved," San raised an eyebrow challengingly at his cousin, "How'd you know Yunho and Yeosang were involved?" he challengingly asked. Seungcheol had to force his breathing to slow down to not panic at San's retort. "I mean they're your friends, I'm just saying their names as a representation of your whole friend group," he shrugged. "Really? Are you sure it's not because you know exactly what happened because you have something to do with it?"
Seungcheol didn't like the tone of San's voice. It was (rightfully) accusatory and judging. "What is that supposed to mean?" the older man scoffed in disbelief. San rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Oh, come on hyung, let's not debase ourselves by pretending you don't know what exactly I'm talking about. You're smart enough to know I've caught you and you're smart enough to know that I have all the proof I needed." Any normal person would be sweating, getting scared or nervous over how relaxed San was considering what they did was something of a criminal offence. But no, as a wolf hybrid, especially as a Choi, Seungcheol has a significantly higher pride.
They both stared each other down; San challengingly wanting to get to the bottom of the issue and Seungcheol wanting to uphold his pride. For a moment, that was all they did. Until a smirk broke on Seungcheol's face, surprising San slightly as his facial expression faltered momentarily. "God, you really are such a goody-goody, aren't you?" he said mockingly. It was San's turn to not like Seungcheol's tone and he showed it, his chest puffed up and he stood straighter, shoulders squaring and eyes narrowing. "You found out I did something bad and you just HAD to swoop in heroically as if to make a point," Seungcheol scoffed. San stared at his older cousin in disbelief, "You leaked my private information to the press and made BASELESS accusations of my company whilst working in it for your own gain," San said matter-of-factly. "Rhetorics," San's fists balled at how easily Seungcheol waved the fact that he was so close to ruining someone's entire livelihood, "Point is, I want to show the world, and especially to Grandpa, how you're handling the company that you were oh so graciously given for absolutely no reason at all."
At the mention of their grandpa, San's furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes that showed the intensity of his anger and frustration melted into one of confusion. "What does Grandpa have to do with this?" he asked. "What doesn't he have to do with this? He made the wrong choice by giving the company to you because it's obvious that you don't have what it takes, you don't know what you're doing and obviously, under your care, your company is crumbling." With each word spoken, Seungcheol's voice got louder and with each passing moment it became obvious that Seungcheol had a lot pent up. San was about to reply but Seungcheol just kept going on and on with his rant. "I really don't get why Grandpa would just give you a position like that at his company. And not just you, our other cousins too. You all barely did anything and you were all just being handed everything on a silver platter without considering anyone else. I don't get why I, one of the oldest, cousins, had to work my ass off developing a failed company from the ground up and even then I got nothing, not even an acknowledgement or even scorn from Grandpa."
It took San a moment to completely comprehend what Seungcheol was saying because he was sure that he had somehow misheard him or something. Surely his cousin couldn't be this stupid, could he? The cousin had just stated that because their Grandpa had said nothing about his work to him directly, he was so hellbent on ruining his entire life. How can he not account for the fact that in the family, he's the cousin that's known to be such a huge success for being able to salvage a whole company with almost nothing?
"You have to be the stupidest person ever." Seungcheol's neck tensed and without sparing a moment, he pushed a nearby chair so hard to the floor that it made such a huge noise and one of the legs bent. "What the fuck did you just say?" "You have to be the stupidest person ever because you know so little about general knowledge for a person who knew how to be such a great success." The initial anger after San called him stupid dissipated and turned into confusion and he did nothing but stood on his spot, confused. "Hyung, you're one of the pride and joy of our family and even Grandpa said it, just not in front of you because he thinks complimenting anyone in front of them will just inflate their ego and then they will let themselves go because they received even just the tiniest bit of compliment. Trust me, I myself have never heard him compliment me to my face unless it's in front of non-family members to make a show. And for the record, Grandpa didn't give me my position because High Breed doesn't belong to Grandpa, it belongs to my parents so he didn't get a say in it. He only has 3 main companies and its subsidiaries but High Breed isn't one of them. So our cousins got their position and achievements here based on their merits, they were given the exact same treatment as any other employees and maybe even slightly worse because scrutiny is obviously needed so really, all of the crap you pulled were absolutely baseless. You thought you knew something and you ran with it, jumping into conclusions and pulling the trigger so quick, things just turned to shit. Things that weren't supposed to happen, happened because of you and it damn near ruined someone. You're already so successful in your own field in your own way, so this? What you've been doing to me? Is completely unnecessary and it will end up just hurting you."
Seungcheol was left stunned.
Embarrassment coursed through his body and he felt dread. It was true, he hadn't taken into account the possibility that maybe, just MAYBE, the situation isn't what it seemed and that he was wrong about what he initially thought he knew. Surely, he could've gone straight to his cousin or even talked to the other cousins be it San or not San. The thoughts running through Seungcheol's head seemed visible to San as his posture relaxed as he let out a long sigh, "I used to look up to you hyung. But when you started taking over for your current company and tore yourself away from us, I saw nothing but someone who is bitter and jealous despite his own magnificent achievements. It was as if your own self-acceptance wasn't enough, as if you did what you did so other people will give you recognition and frankly it's sad, hyung. It's sad for such a successful person to need affirmation from people he viewed as less than." he stated, leaving his older cousin speechless.
Though San got the answer he was looking for, he realized that it didn't feel as good as he hoped it would. Sure, questions were answered, but he was just disappointed that the situation got so out of hand for such a stupid reason. Maybe there was even a smidge of disappointment after he realized that his hyung could've come to him for help or to talk it out. San was not a perfect person, obviously, but he sure would have tried to do something. Granted, he wasn't completely himself a while ago, but still.
Before any of them could talk, San decided that he was done with the interaction and turned his body around to leave after letting Seungcheol hear what he was going to do next. "I'm gonna need you to clear your physical stuff in an hour or else the security will escort you out. Whatever files you have in our database will be sent over but I, as a representative of High Breed, retract our aid for your MFDS application and the progress of said application to MFDS will be retracted immediately pending legal involvement and a decision as to how this situation will be handled. And don't even try to do anything stupid, we have CCTV everywhere and there's a 24-hour automatic camera recording of activities in this lab."
"You're right," Seungcheol added suddenly, halting San in his steps just before he could get out of the room, "What I did was stupid." San was torn between turning around and giving his full attention to his cousin or just ignoring him completely, refusing whatever he had to say which he assumed was an excuse for his behaviour. So San stayed in his position, hoping it would pass soon enough and he could go conclude the mess that was still growing bigger. "But how could you talk to me about jumping the gun and creating a mess that should've never existed after what you did to (y/n)?" Seungcheol smirked.
Chills ran down San's back and his head whipped so hard and fast, he swore he got a whiplash as an impact. It was Seungcheol's turn to look cocky after seeing the look on San's face, visibly seeing the realization sinking into his brain. "Didn't you start your punishment on her that led to her resigning before you even realized what was going on?"
With shaky hands, San pointed at his hyung, trying to figure out what to say to him as he was left rather dumbfounded. As hard as he tried, San couldn't seem to get the exact words out. His bottom lip trembled and his throat felt dry, he wanted to defend himself for what he did but even he knew that it was no use, his action was inexcusable and frankly rather pathetic after realizing the truth.
"Get the fuck out before the hour ends," was all San said before rushing out, leaving Seungcheol who looked so satisfied despite everything, alone to clear out. His feet took him to the elevator back to his office as quickly as they can, he couldn't even remember if he pressed the button or not but it didn't matter, not really anyways. When the door shut, San had to brace himself on the railing, the realization of his action weighed heavily in his mind as if anchoring him down to the ground. A sudden wave of nausea passed and he couldn't help but punch a dent into the elevator wall before pressing his forehead to the cold surface, closing his eyes in hopes that he could calm himself down.
"Good fucking grief, Choi San, what have you done again?"
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yall roman is not a nazi. kendall is not a nazi. (because ive seen people say shit)
They are something worse*. (addition for clarification: compared to what you think of when you accuse someone of being a nazi/fascist nowadays). They are no conviction no lean people, Shiv included. Who do not care whether the next US president gets his ideas from Hitler, so long as the president is in their pocket.
they will fuck anyone and quite literally everyone for their own selfish interest.
Roman pushing Mencken win because Mencken favours Roman and has spoken to him nicely and told him they're going to go far. So Roman steps onto the floor and pushes the narrative, pushes them to call. (also funny the "we're gonna go far" thing esp compared to roman x gerri implosion).
Kendall who for a few second considers how this shit might affect his daughter (a far cry from caring about people in general but hey). That is until his ego is bruised by Shiv's scheming and he decides to agree with Roman... Pathetic, and tragic. Also a bad father, but overall yeah not a good person really. Just chasing his own validation/interest.
And Shiv. Shivy shiv shiv. Who has always been on her high horse because she was the one working for a left leaning politician. She was the one unmarred by ATN and all these duplicitous deals that happen. Until she wasn't. Until Logan dragged her into the narrative and then kicked her a bit just to test her. Until she was consciously part of the abuse cycle bcs up until then she was at least in her opinion much better than her brothers. Until she was making lawsuits and witnesses go away. Shiv who has always cared about people until they are NRPI, right? And Shiv who when given the chance to find common ground between Jimenez and the Roy bros throws it into trash because I guess she knows... she knows that if she calls Nate up she might be able to get something done.
So, she doesn't. She pretends to call and lies to her brothers because when weighing her own benefit (scheme w/ Matsson) against the well-being of the entire country (not having a nazified douche for president) - Shiv Roy chooses her own self-interest. She appeals to the brothers that they need to call for Jimenez, without trying to broker a deal which she now knows might be a no-go for them. But she doesn't sacrifice her self-interest to get them there. She doesn't talk to Nate or Jimenez, or tell them valid reasons why they should probably block the trade (general behaviour, dodgy numbers etc etc).
And this is why ALL of them are worse than just saying "oh my fave turned out to be a nazi"... nah they didn't. They are worse bcs they're flighty as fuck, trying to sit on the highest nicest chair, eat their cake, and benefit while shit hits the fan.
And they're still doing it because of a man who has died and has never listened to what either of them was saying, or wanted. They're still trying to validate themselves by proving to Logan that they're the best one. But Logan is dead, and wouldn't have approved anyway.
tldr; I LOVE THEM!!
* before I get people coming to my replies reblog and ask saying "you can't be worse than a nazi/fascist" let's just state that yes I agree with that statement and I don't want to be debating this to no end. if you compare how kendall shiv and roman behave vs what mencken (modern day fascist/nazi representation) is doing they are not on the same level imo. mencken while deplorable is at least less of a shady fuck compared to the roy siblings. I am not claiming that anything that has happened in this fictional series is in any way worse than ww2 atrocities.
#succession#succession spoilers#shiv roy#kendall roy#roman roy#trash trash trash people#i adore then
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