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thewayuarent · 8 months

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Boston is the worst

And how we get into stupid game of compared morality that doesn’t actually exist

This moment got me thinking. A lot. Mostly something like “Sand, honey, are you okay?” but also about how it doesn’t make sense for Sand to say that. Like even Ray was like “Hmmm, babe, actually, no”.

And then I got it. It’s not about why Sand says it, it’s about why narrative implies it so often.

But why is it constantly implied by narrative that Boston is the worst? Not just bad, or shitty, but actually the worst of all of them? And I kind of feel that I got it. But first, let’s go through the whole list of Boston saying be gay do crimes and compare it to other characters. And yes, I know that all those situations and motivations were different. I understand that this is not the same situation playing out the same way every time.

1. Boston recorded Ray and Mew intimate moment.

So as Nick recorded Boston and Top and Top recorded Sand and Ray. And Drake’s character I forgot his name again did with Boston.

2. Boston shared it with Top.

So as Nick, Sand, Ray and Mew did with BostonTop tape and Mew did with TonDrake clip (I kind of get Ray a half-free pass in that cause in my opinion he was more a tool than active participant but I still remember him).

3. Boston manipulated Nick’s feelings for his own goals.

So as Mew did with Ray on several occasions, and Sand did with Ray that one time to hurt Top, and Mew did with Top and the whole using sex as a test thing. (Also Ray kind of tried it with Sand but Ray sucks at manipulation and failed miserably).

4. Boston slept with Top when Top was in a relationship with Mew.

So as Top probably (?) did with Boeing. And you know who also did this? Yep, Sand. With Ray. Who also was with Mew.

5. Boston chased Top against his will.

So as Ray constantly chased Sand since ep 2, and Top constantly did with Mew since they broke up. And Nick did with Boston at the Halloween party. And Atom now doing it with Boston.

(Honestly, the only normal reaction to that in my opinion was from Ton who was like fuck off to Nick and Atom. But it kinda worked for both Sand and Mew so good for them I guess?)

6. Boston took an advantage of Top on several occasions.

So as Ray with Mew - twice, Ray with Sand (seriously bro stop it) and Top with Mew (and yes, hugging your unconscious ex who can’t give his consent and who told you several times to fuck off is not okay, I’m sorry. Try to put yourself in Mew’s place - not cool)

7. Boston outed Ray’s personal information.

And so as Ray did to everyone in the bar, and Mew did with Top and Ton in the Halloween disaster party TM.

8. Boston gets violent with Nick.

And so as Sand and Top, and Mew with Ray, and Sand with Ray, and Ray with Boston, and Top and Ray, and Mew and Boston, and literally everyone to everyone except Nick who is apparently hippie.

9. We all know that Boston didn’t cheat on Nick, right? Their relationship was communicated pretty clear. But I’ve seen those takes so.

Yeah, Top and Ray both did it with Mew.

10. And don’t even let me start to talk about slutshaming and purity culture. Ton is constantly dragged down for his active sex life both by other characters (Mew, Cheum, Ray, Nick) and the audience.

And yeah, Top is the same, and Sand is the same, and they never told us about Ray but did you see that guy? He’s the same.

And what distinguishes Boston from others is that he actually always - since the very beginning of the show - owns his shit. He’s almost never remorseful (for now), because he knows who he is. Bitch and proud, I would say. And I believe that it’s actually the case - because it’s way easier to feel superior towards someone who’s not denying their wrongs.

And this is about characters, but also about the audience. Every week, whatever happens in the show, Boston gets his amount of hate. Ray was winning after episode 8, but somehow Boston was still there. Boston, who actually didn’t do anything since episode five. It’s nine episodes aired already, can we leave him alone, please?

Every character in this show does shitty stuff. And it doesn’t make any of them bad irredeemable people. It makes them complicated, and young, and stupid, but not evil. This is not the “who’s the worst” competition. But somehow, for whatever reason, Boston keeps winning it.

Because the audience kind of get used to it. Because he doesn’t look remorseful. And who cares that he was punished by narrative way more than once, right? That he is isolated from his friends group - the only friends he has, and we can see that it affects him. That he was betrayed by Nick who he trusted. That he was a victim on revenge porn not once, but twice. That he did his best to clarify his boundaries but still get the creepy stalker behavior both from Nick and now from Atom.

Why does he need to change his personality to get some level of understanding and compassion? Why is he’s the only one who doesn’t deserve it? Because he’s a slut. And a bitch. And a bad person. Because while we have Boston it’s so much easier to apologize whatever other character we want. Because while Bostons exist it’s way easier to compare ourselves with them and keep winning some moral high ground points.

Because instead of thinking about these characters as complicated and trying to understand the motivation behind their sometimes morally wrong and questionable behavior, it’s so much easier to brush it off saying “Well, at least they are not Boston”, right?

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #only friends meta #only friends boston #can you say he’s my favorite character? he is #I’m so close to get a tattoo with leave Boston alone caption

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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 days

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furthermore going like okay not Sure of timeline things But. concerning bonus material Atlas's Actual Shirts deal

a) that bonus material is bonus material but this sure seems to fall into the [could be canon] &/or [basically is, but unseen within the main material b/c there's not really a place for it there] realms

b) both acknowledging the Marriage(tm) with a critical deconstructing lens huh. the girls & the gays. fucked up that someone might for example have an ongoing Gayce Moment (presumably aro as well, hardly irrelevantly) where their transactional associations must hinge on math, murder, etc

c) appreciating like okay mordecai would've lost everything but the clothes he was already wearing when he had to impromptu hightail it out of nyc, so that's when atlas must've given him his own clothes; this is Definitely Years Later (edit: definitely Months! Perhaps years! plausibly like a year or two! and apply that throughout the rest of this post)

d) when i) mordecai can surely have afforded to replace all the lended clothes & ii) his fumbling to argue the Practical Reasoning behind currently(!) wearing atlas's clothes still means it's Not for practical reasons. years later. while dodging & glaring at & competitive with & needling at atlas's wife. Oh You Know

e) and what a choice on atlas's part to give mordecai his own clothes. sure, that could've been the quickest way to give him Anything to wear (not now bloodstained, for instance) but buying new clothes would be like some possible Next Day shit, or, i dunno, asking around for Other people's secondhand clothes, both of which account for: this being several years prior to when this conversation could've happened, mordecai was how old when he met atlas? 16-18? 21 while we have it that:

this, after the fray at the lodge (noticing for the first time mordecai still has marks on his face from that here. it's been seventeen years Still noticing brand new things. like wick in volume one looking at a group photo in the café ft. the only characters known to us being mordecai, atlas, & viktor. what are you interested in about that hmm???) wherein, with the band on the stage, mitzi with a ukulele, & the dialogue suggesting as much amidst the context that atlas didn't really start being allied with marigold until after the lodge fray proper slaughter, atlas seems to be in the earliest stages of Meeting His Wife here. with his Ferocious Little Shadow. who i also note is looking Entirely Away even as prior i've simply interpreted this as Keeping An Eye Out &/or general disinterest in Anything going on at the speakeasies. competitive to near-homicidal relationship with atlas's ever-present wife....which, remembering what i was getting at in the first place. if atlas's shirts are noticeable big on mordecai at that point, surely all the more so originally. and he kept them! and kept wearing them! for Emotional Reasons Only Actually. goodness gracious.

f) where's the walking on sunshine mitzi & mordecai shopping montage? which did apparently happen, unless instead mordecai then rushed to get new bespoke shirts himself to avoid others Perceiving him judgmentally and the walking on sunshine montage specifically. she gives him a makeover (from buttonups to buttonups. whaddaya gonna do) she asks him for begrudgingly familial makeup touchups....she shares intimate exclusive secrets with him concerning my firm [they were both in on atlas's death, and so would atlas have to have been too] stance....Girl,

g) "atlas and i discussed that" what???? who???? when & why???? mitzi kicking her legs like so tell me about your Ferocious Little Gay Little Two Steps Ahead Shadow. did atlas volunteer mordecai's Entire Backstory as he knew it? did he provide it upon Request? did mitzi ask "why's ya boy wearing shirts that don't quite fit" and atlas goes "oh yeah that's because they're my shirts. i have noticed this without saying anything. for years" like imagine. what's going on around here

h) i forgot how i planned to work in this image of "i love this shot of & Look for mordecai." disheveled freshly wounded undershirt towel suspenders now as fashion accessories over pants Annoyed Sideeye & it Does help that elsa, real fave tertiary character, is here serving as well with the waist pants & putting her hair up & they're both always serving anyways. You Better Not Be Cunty Mordecai when i get over there to fish the shotgun pellets out of your body, Said No One!!!

anyways recap atlas giving mordecai his own shirts (at all genuine or All about trying to spam the [benefactor] key so mordecai sticks around & shoots people for him?) mordecai accepting and continuing to wear them for years until thwarted by atlas's wife whom he is Competitor with and now in one of those classic duos of "do we hate each other? well maybe, but also no of course not. we also share an understanding we can't have with anyone else. which is a secret about the same guy who neither of us wanted to die but were both involved in his death" mitzi Knowing things about mordecai, oh i know all about you wearing my husband's shirts years later, mordecai is at atlas's funeral nobody else we know but mitzi & asa are there obviously mitzi would have to know about this too like. transcendent. fluorescent. head in hands. happy pride

#still overlapping enough with my special little tag that's also really just about These Two; Lord by extension #mitzi and mordecai murder mystery #lackadaisy #we might ask if the most recent animated short has a slightly different timeline?#could be either a) mordecai is recuperating for longer &/or b) mitzi is around earlier. we also don't know that she's Married to atlas #by that point. i think the ''now that i'm here to stay'' remark in the comic implies she is. but could be Affianced for example #there's the Familiarity in the short that speaks to ''she didn't Just get here''#but a) still doubt they had the Longest courtship anyway & b) mitzi maybe also manages to get on friendly terms w/many ppl quickly #eta: okay thanks to input mordecai would have been wearing atlas's shirt for Months; perhaps about a year

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paris-geller-was-straightwashed · 8 days

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what's so interesting about the Forehead Touch(tm), is how vastly different people's interpretations of it are.

some people saying it was strictly platonic/familial, given the start of furiosa and jack's relationship and how furiosa has only given and received the forehead touch from others who were her family, like her mother or women from the many mothers. but when I first saw it, I explicitly saw it as romantic.

this is not to say that you have to read their dynamic like that, that's not it. the great thing about them, was that Romance was not directly shoved in there and you could read it however you wanted to, like furiosa and max. to some, the forehead touch was an outright showing of a familial bond, but to me, it was the showings of a romantic love.

maybe it was because when I started reading early reviews of the movie ppl mentioned jack as the romantic interest, so I already had him placed in that column by the time I saw the movie. but honestly, when I first watched the trailer before seeing anything else, when I saw that split second embrace of the two of them - my first thought was 'oh he's going to be a love interest.'

and it was because of the forehead touch!

that moment of connection, even in a millisecond during a trailer, just bled something more to me bc having seen fury road, I knew how important the Forehead Touch was for furiosa. that this had to be someone deeply important, someone she holds dear, and, I dunno, even though that could still be familial, it totally rang romance to me. and I think another part of it, was because she didn't share that with max.

her and max grow close as they fight together, and at the end there's that really kind, tender scene where he's cradling her head as she lays back from her injuries. it showcased a very intimate moment, but not once did it read romantic to me. and, again, furiosa never does the forehead touch with him, something very sacred to her - so when I saw her extending that embrace to a different man in this trailer, I immediately knew Something Was Up.

I don't really have a conclusion - it's just interesting! some people cement their relationship as platonic bc furiosa only did the forehead touch with family members, whereas others see it as romantic bc she gave that gesture over to jack. so many interpretations!

and this is to say, all of them are valid! if you believe they're platonic, great! if you believe it's romantic, yay! their dynamic was, I believe, explicitly non-specific, so the audience could take it as they want, and so we could simply just focus on this sacred bond of trust between two people, and how important it was to furiosa during her story.

just don't shit on other ppl's interpretation 👍

#furiosa #furiosa a mad max saga #mad max #and this is coming from someone who was DIRECTLY against any romance going into the movie btw #but they won me over with how soft and good to each other they were #ppl like 'furiosa doesn't need a boyfriend!!!" like no she DOESN'T but that's not the POINT #rather then 'need' instead she should GET to have someone in her corner #she spent so long alone suffering with no one to help her after her mom was killed #and then here comes jack who is kind and patient and literally just wants to HELP #and over time furiosa gets to have someone at her side to help her IF she needs it #also some ppl are against it bc they assumed furiosa was a teen near the end of the movie #whereas I straight up assumed the whole time that she was in her early-mid twenties #like anna taylor-joy is young but she's not THAT young #she very much looks Grown to me not a teen #she's actually 28 which is my age and that's............scary #thinking she grew up with the same cartoons and music I did #some 28 year olds make million dollar movies others sit on their couch eating kit-kats #making meta about the movie THEY'RE in

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cafecourage · 2 months

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Pinky Isn't Suffering - Finale

It was a time tm to write this and I'm happy its finally posted.

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The question of what now and what exactly Twilight’s and Pinky’s relationship was.

Unfortunately, they didn’t really get a chance to process anything because as soon as they both were spotted, Twilight and Pinky were whisked off to do different tasks around the settlement. Enno was found and still healing in Skyloft but they needed more supplies. Twilight went on a small hunting trip for food with Wild while Pinky was able to team up with Zelda with the other supplies since there wasn’t much supplies on the surface.

When they finally reconvene, it was the evening at the inn.

The others had already split up the room at the inn to save on time. This led to them sharing a room. Naturally.

Pinky looked at Twilight with a small tired smile “I’ll be in your care again then.” She was teasing him. Twilight’s nerves couldn’t be calmed though. The two of them knew that the talk needed to happen but was it so wrong of him to process this without the crushing realization that she liked him back, and not only that, but have a ranch and family together?

However, fate it seems had other ideas for them.

As when the two of them walked into the room, there was only one bed. Twilight had to stand there for a moment. Two, actually. He couldn’t help but sigh. This had the other boy’s prank idea written all over it. He walks in already taking off his bag and pelt. “I’ll sleep on the-“

“Sleep with me,” Pink said, interrupting him. This caused another long pause as Twilight tried to do the math in his head about what she even meant with that. “I mean sleep in the bed with me.” Pinky clarified quickly, “please… there’s enough room for the both of us.” She walks over, helping him take off the pelt with Twilight frozen in his spot. Then he takes her hands. “We… we also need to-“

“I love you.” Twilight was a little loud with that announcement taking her back for a second. It was very loud for such an intimate moment. “For a while now actually.” He continued. He can’t stop now that the flood gates are open. “Maybe since I’ve first met you.”

With a shaky hand, he lifts it up to cup her cheek. “Your laugh, your smile, your everything. I love it all. I love how gentle yet firm you are, that you look out for the others and me. I love your boundless empathy, your wit, and determination.” Twilight gently tugs Pinky closer, giving her a chance to back off if she chooses to. But she steps closer when he intends to hold her while wrapping her arms around his torso.

“I love you Brittany.”

“Link…” Pinky tears up then goes face first into his chest. “I love you too.” Just a few simple words and he was tearing up. Holding her felt like he was holding the world in his arms.

It felt safe and warm having her here. “Yes, I will share the bed with you.” He adds.

This made Pinky pause for a second and laugh.

Twilight cups her cheeks again, “may I?”

“Yes, finally!” Pinky sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Please.” She didn’t have to say anymore as Twilight swoops in for a long deserved kiss.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #strawberry milk #linkeduniverse x oc #Lu x oc #linked universe x oc

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deathbydarkelves · 1 month

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Something I've been meaning throw out there which that ask reminded me of:

Tarinne is actually poly. Pre-Everything Getting Fucked Up (Third War) she bounced around a few different polycules while trying to find the right place and people. After the Third War, though, all the shit she had to deal with turned intimacy into a really big ask. It was only after meeting Cathala twenty or so years afterward that she finally broke through that wall in her head... mostly.

She and Cathala have gone through so much together and she finds it hard to consider "starting over" with someone new. I plan to explore the start of their relationship in a fic eventually, but it's a really big deal when Tarinne is finally comfortable enough with her to get properly intimate. She'd have to go through all that again to some extent. Throw in all the post-Third War fuckery, and starting a new relationship (or even just sleeping around) feels like way too much to deal with.

After secession when things finally calm down in their lives (at least for a bit), and after she can finally acknowledge those wants and needs again, she's gonna go to Cathala about it.

Cathala on the other hand is monogamous, in the sense she only wants and needs one person. But she's fine with "sharing" if I must put it that way. She doesn't see any issues with it; it's just not for her.

So, while that'll be a moment(tm) in their relationship for sure, they'll talk it out and Tarinne will, sometime in the mid- to far-future, go out again and find a second someone or maybe a few new someones :)

#tarinne #black rain #this is like far-future stuff you're not gonna see it come to fruition any time soon #but i did start feeling kinda awkward talking about how nelfs are super poly and yet my main ocs look super monogamous lol #so i wanted to make it known now #the other side of it is uhhh i'd have to design and characterize at least one whole new Guy (feminine)#and I have neither the energy nor motivation nor ideas to do that right now #the current arc is the teldrassil/secession arc alright everything else comes after!!!

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tragicallywicked · 9 months

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for your writing prompt: bradleylaura + "figured you'd find out i was here."

Note: Loved the prompt! I totally used as a reference the fact that next episode of TMS it's said that the ship will be at a party together, but also took my own liberties with it.

The night had embraced the city, enveloping its towering structures in a mesmerizing cloak of blue. Neon signs blinked intermittently, adding sporadic bursts of color to the skyline. Above, stars twinkled, their muted glimmers competing with the city's own luminescence. The Hudson River glistened from afar, its waters reflecting the city lights in a shimmering dance.

Inside an upscale apartment, floor-to-ceiling windows offered panoramic views of the urban expanse. The décor was a testament to modern luxury - sleek furniture, abstract art, and soft ambient lighting that bathed the room in a warm glow. Potted plants strategically placed added a touch of green, giving life to the chic space.

A steady stream of chatter permeated the air, a mix of voices each sharing stories, deals, and the latest news. Laughter punctuated the conversations, a genuine sign of the networking synonymous with such gatherings. The gentle clinking of glasses, filled with champagne, whiskey, and bespoke cocktails, served as a rhythmic background. Every so often, a toast was made in small groups, and the chorus of agreements would rise above the murmur.

The guest list was a who's who of the media industry. Television anchors mingled with newspaper editors. Podcasters exchanged stories with documentary filmmakers. Everyone, regardless of their niche, was drawn together by the mutual understanding of the power and responsibility of their roles. In one corner, a group discussed the future of digital journalism, while another delved deep into the ethics of investigative reporting, and the occasional group here and there would diverge from talking shop. The atmosphere was a blend of sophistication and intellectual fervor, and every guest contributed to the dynamics of the evening.

Bradley Jackson found herself isolated on the balcony, the vastness of the cityscape stretching out before her. The faint golden lights of the interior streamed out, casting a halo around her silhouette. In the dim illumination, the delicate curve of the wine glass was just about perceptible, its contents reflecting the moonlight. Each sip she took seemed more like a desperate attempt to ground herself than to savor the drink.

Her usually sharp, focused eyes now appeared far away, seemingly lost in the maze of city lights and shadows. They held a certain melancholy, a depth of emotion that wasn't often on display. The reflections of the skyscrapers in her gaze seemed to meld with the storm of thoughts swirling within.

A gust of wind swept across the balcony, its cold fingers weaving through Bradley's golden locks, making them dance like waves on a tempestuous sea. The chill seemed to pierce through her, but it wasn't just the physical cold that made her shiver. The wind seemed to carry whispers from her past, voices and moments that she had tried to leave behind but which clung to her, persistent and haunting.

Instinctively, Bradley reached for her shawl, pulling it tight against her form. The soft fabric, intertwined with threads of memory and comfort, provided a temporary respite. As she wrapped it around herself, it wasn't merely the cold she sought protection from. The shawl acted as a barrier, an attempt to ward off the onslaught of relentless memories that threatened to overwhelm her in that vulnerable moment.

The subtle sound of the balcony door moving across its tracks pulled Bradley momentarily from her reverie. Even though her back was turned, a sudden warmth, an intimate knowledge, washed over her, letting her know who had just entered her space. There were certain sounds, certain nuances, that became etched in one's memory when they were associated with someone significant. The soft, deliberate shuffle of shoes on the marble flooring, a unique cadence that hinted at elegance and purpose; the pattern of breathing, rhythmic and steady, carrying undertones of a myriad of shared memories; and, above all, the undeniable, silent energy she brought with her—a calm, magnetic aura that spoke louder than words.

Laura Peterson made her presence known, the city lights playing on her attire. The haute-couture silver blazer she wore was a masterpiece of design, reflecting an intricate blend of modern aesthetics and timeless elegance. Its material caught the light in such a way that it seemed to be woven with threads of moonlight, giving it a subtle luminescence. Each movement Laura made caused the fabric to shimmer and shift, making her appear almost ethereal.

For a moment, Laura seemed to get lost in the sprawling view in front of her, the city's majesty rendering her momentarily speechless. It wasn't just the physical beauty of the skyline, but everything it represented—ambition, dreams, heartbreak, and redemption—all laid out in a sea of lights and shadows.

After a brief moment, her eyes, filled with a depth of understanding and contemplation, shifted from the horizon and settled on Bradley. The connection was instant, charged with emotions that words could scarcely capture.

Laura took measured steps, the subtle sound of her shoes gently tapping against the balcony floor echoing the deliberate pace of her heart. As she approached, the distance between them felt both minuscule and infinite. They stood side by side, each acutely aware of the other's presence, yet a world of unspoken words and memories separated them.

The silence between them wasn't empty; it was thick, filled with the echoes of past conversations, lingering glances, and moments of both tenderness and conflict. It was as if the very air around them became denser, a canvas painted with the hues of their shared history.

Amid the hushed ambiance, the distant sounds of the city seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them, suspended in a moment that felt out of time. The cool breeze carried with it fleeting whispers of their past, each gust a reminder of what once was.

Laura turned her head, her gaze briefly meeting Bradley's profile. In the dim light, she could discern the intricate dance of emotions playing across Bradley's face—remorse, nostalgia, perhaps a hint of longing. Laura's fingers twitched at her side, a reflexive response to the surge of emotions she felt. After a moment's hesitation, as if gathering courage or seeking permission, she extended her hand. It moved with a gentle grace, eventually coming to rest on the cold railing beside Bradley's hand.

The simple gesture was laden with significance. It wasn't a touch, but it bridged a gap, a silent acknowledgment of their shared space and the complexities of their entwined histories.

The silence between them was interrupted when Bradley slowly turned to face Laura. The ambient light caught the gentle curve of her cheek, highlighting the faint traces of melancholy in her eyes. Yet, as their eyes met, the corners of Bradley's lips lifted into a faint smile—a mixture of nostalgia, surprise, and a hint of sadness. It was as if, in that smile, she acknowledged the inevitability of their paths crossing again.

"Figured you'd find out I was here," she murmured, her voice soft and low, carrying with it layers of shared memories and unspoken emotions.

Laura's eyes, deep pools of understanding, held Bradley's for a brief moment. She exhaled slowly, the weight of the past pressing on her shoulders, evident in the slight tremor of her sigh. "You always did have a habit of hiding in plain sight," she responded, her tone gentle, a reflection of their shared history of cat-and-mouse games, both metaphorical and real.

A soft chuckle escaped Bradley's lips, a light, musical sound that momentarily lifted the heaviness of the moment. She looked away, her eyes drifting downwards, following the labyrinth of streets, cars, and tiny specks of people below. The city's vibrant life seemed to mirror the complexity of her own feelings. "Some habits die hard," she quipped, the humor in her voice tempered with a touch of resignation, acknowledging their shared understanding of each other's intricacies.

Silence enveloped them again. The music from inside seemed to muffle their world, making the space between them a sanctuary of sorts.

The tension between them was palpable, thick with unsaid words and raw emotions. Laura's chest felt heavy, her heart caught in the intricate web of their past. Gathering her courage, she inhaled deeply, the crisp night air filling her lungs. Every ounce of her wanted to bridge the gap, to reach out and reconnect, to find that familiar comfort they once shared. "I didn’t expect to see you here," she admitted, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and vulnerability.

Bradley, ever the picture of poise, responded with a nonchalant shrug, her movements fluid and graceful. The dim light caught the deep red of the wine as she swirled it in her glass, the liquid dancing, mimicking the whirlwind of emotions inside her. She met Laura's gaze, a playful glint in her eyes. "I could say the same. Guess we're both full of surprises," she replied, her tone light but carrying an underlying depth, acknowledging the unpredictable nature of their relationship and the serendipity of their current encounter.

The ambient sounds of the party seemed to dim, as the two women were cocooned in their own world. Laura, looking to divert from the intense emotions of their shared history, shifted the conversation.

"I heard about your new adventure," she began, her voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity. The lights from inside the apartment illuminated her face, highlighting her earnest expression. "Didn't ever picture you writing a book, but I think it'll be incredible."

Bradley, slightly taken aback by the change in subject, paused. Her eyes, which had been fixated on the wine in her hand, slowly met Laura's. She offered a modest nod of appreciation. "Thanks," she responded, her voice carrying an undertone of gratitude and surprise. "It's been… challenging. But interesting." The uncertainty and vulnerability of stepping into a new realm were evident in her tone.

The atmosphere between the two women was thick with unsaid words and feelings left unexplored. Laura, looking intently at Bradley, let her guard down momentarily. As she tilted her head, the pale light from the apartment framed her delicate features, casting soft shadows that accentuated the depth of her eyes. Those eyes, which had witnessed many of their shared moments, softened, becoming misty windows to the past.

Memories, like old film reels, played in Laura's mind—scenes of Bradley's fierce determination, her unwavering resolve in the face of challenges, and the many times she stood her ground when others might have faltered. There were moments of triumph, of laughter, and times of disagreement.

"I've always admired your determination," Laura began, her voice low and gentle, each syllable drawing out slowly, laden with emotion. The words weren't mere observations; they were testament to countless hours of conversation, debates, and shared dreams. The admiration in her voice was evident, a tribute to Bradley's indomitable spirit.

The brief pause that followed was laden with significance, a silent acknowledgment of the complexity of their relationship. "Even if it sometimes led us down… complicated paths," she continued, her voice trailing off. The phrase "complicated paths" held within it a world of shared adventures, disagreements, and choices made—some they celebrated and some they wished they could revisit. Through it all, the underlying thread was clear: despite the ups and downs, Laura held a deep respect for Bradley and the journey they had undertaken together.

Bradley's initial smile, which had been a soft curve of lips and a hint of warmth, began to wane as Laura's words took root. The fleeting brightness in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a more contemplative and somber glint. It was as if a cloud had passed overhead, casting a shadow over her features. Her face, once animated by the lightness of the moment, now seemed to absorb the gravity of Laura's sentiment, becoming an open book of raw emotion and reflection.

Every line and contour of Bradley's face told a story. The faint furrows on her brow bore testimony to battles fought, both with the world outside and the turmoil within. The subtle downturn of her lips mirrored the weight of past decisions, and the unending 'what ifs' that often haunted her in quiet moments.

Drawing a slow breath, Bradley tried to find her voice amidst the swell of emotions. "Yeah," she began, her voice quivering like the fragile wingbeats of a butterfly, barely above a whisper. The simplicity of the acknowledgment spoke volumes. She paused, gathering her thoughts, her eyes searching Laura's for understanding. "I wish… I wish things could have been different." The yearning in her voice was unmistakable, echoing the universal human desire for a chance to rewrite certain chapters of one's story.

Time seemed to stretch, with each second feeling longer than the last. The lively sounds of the party, the laughter and the music, faded into the background, replaced by the distant, rhythmic heartbeat of the city—cars honking, far-off sirens, and the low murmur of distant conversations. That distant hum served as a subtle reminder of the world moving around them, even as they stood ensnared in their bubble.

Laura, with her innate ability to navigate the stormy seas of emotion, seemed to sense the weight of Bradley's thoughts. Taking a moment to gather herself, she lifted her gaze, meeting Bradley's eyes with a piercing intensity. Those eyes, often described as windows to the soul, became bridges in that moment, trying to span the emotional divide that had grown between them.

"We both made our choices," Laura began, her voice firm yet gentle, each word delivered with deliberate care. There was a steeliness to her tone, not of defiance, but of acknowledgment. It was a recognition of their individual journeys, the paths they'd chosen, and the places they'd arrived at.

Yet, as she continued, a softer note crept into her voice, revealing the layers beneath her composed exterior. "It doesn’t mean we have to live with regrets." Those words, simple yet profound, conveyed a multitude of emotions. They spoke of forgiveness, of understanding, and of the belief that while the past shapes us, it doesn't have to define our future.

For Bradley, Laura's words weren't just an olive branch or a lifeline; they were a mirror. They reflected back the pain, the love, the challenges, and the growth. But most importantly, they underscored the idea that even amidst the labyrinth of their shared history, there was a way forward.

The tension in the air seemed to reach its peak, like the charged moment right before a storm breaks. Bradley, seeking a brief respite from the whirlpool of emotions, turned her gaze to the wine in her hand. With a sudden decisiveness, she took a long gulp, letting the rich liquid slide down her throat. The wine, with its deep flavors and slight burn, momentarily pulled her from the intense emotional landscape, grounding her in the present.

Releasing a sigh, she allowed the pent-up feelings to flow out with her breath, her shoulders dropping a fraction as she tried to release some of the weight she felt. The city lights shimmered below, the world continuing in its rhythm, oblivious to the two souls on the balcony, caught in a dance of memories and possibilities.

Bradley, gathering her courage, looked up at Laura, her eyes searching for a hint of understanding. "Do you want to get out of here and get a drink? Together," she ventured, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and apprehension. It was an invitation, not just for a drink, but to step into a space where they could perhaps find closure, or maybe a new beginning.

Laura, taken slightly aback by the sudden proposition, hesitated for a brief moment. The weight of their shared past and the possibilities of the future flashed before her eyes. Then, with a softening of her features, a warm smile blossomed on her face, signifying her willingness to journey into the unknown together. "I'd like that," she responded, her voice gentle and filled with promise. With a hesitant gesture, she placed the wine glass on the balcony ledge, her fingers lingering on the stem as if letting go of more than just the glass.

Laura, sensing Bradley's vulnerability, took a gentle step closer, narrowing the physical and emotional gap between them. They stood mere inches apart, the cool night breeze playing with their hair, intertwining strands of gold and silver.

"Bradley," Laura whispered, her voice soft, yet laden with emotion, her voice showing the seriousness of the moment.

Bradley tilted her head, locking eyes with Laura. There was a vulnerability in that gaze, a rawness that spoke of years of memories, of shared joys and pains, triumphs, and defeats.

Laura's hand, hesitantly, reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Bradley's ear. The touch was feather-light, but its impact was profound. It was a gesture that transcended the physical; it was a touch filled with tenderness, understanding, and unspoken words.

For a brief moment, the world around them seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them in sharp focus. The distant hum of the city, the laughter from inside, everything faded into insignificance. All that mattered was the two of them, standing on that balcony, under the canopy of stars.

The weight of their shared history pressed down on them, yet in that moment, there was also a sense of possibility. Both women realized that while they couldn't change the past, they held the power to shape the future.

The intensity of the moment was broken by the soft chime of a phone. Bradley, with a hint of reluctance, pulled away to check the screen. An unread message flashed, pulling her back to reality.

"Shit! I… I need to go," Bradley murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. “I’m sorry.”

“Is everything alright?” Laura asked, put off but the broken possibility of a drink. “Do you need help?”

“Yeah, no. It’s fine… It’s something in the network,” she looked inside the party and Cory and Stella were apprehensively looking around, probably for Bradley. “You work for the enemy, you can’t really help,” she joked but there was a hint of bitterness in her tone.

“I understand,” Laura said, her eyes reflecting the empathy she felt for Bradley. She nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving Bradley's face. She knew all too well the pressures and demands of Bradley's world, having been privy to the challenges and sleepless nights that Bradley had once shared with her. Yet, Laura also seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, as if she was carefully choosing her next words.

Bradley, sensing Laura's contemplation, raised an eyebrow in curiosity. The silence between them grew, filled with anticipation.

Laura finally broke the silence. "Promise me something?" she asked, her voice carrying a mixture of softness and determination.

Bradley tilted her head, indicating for Laura to continue, intrigued by what was about to come.

"Promise me we won't let another year pass before we talk like this again," Laura said, her voice tinged with a sadness that conveyed the depth of the pain she felt from their prolonged separation.

The weight of Laura's request hung in the air. Bradley took a moment to let the words sink in, realizing the magnitude of the promise Laura was asking for. With a deep exhale, Bradley smiled - a smile that came from the depths of her heart, signifying understanding and commitment.

"I promise," Bradley murmured, her voice so soft that it almost got lost in the breeze around them. The conviction in her tone was palpable, revealing the depths of her emotion. "That I’ll call you after I leave the studio." The words weren't just a simple assurance; they were a vow, a commitment to rekindle the bond that had once been so strong between them. The moment was filled with the unsaid acknowledgment of past mistakes and the mutual yearning to bridge the distance that time had placed between them.

Laura looked into Bradley's eyes, seeking and finding the genuineness in the promise made. “Alright,” she replied, her voice carrying a mix of hope and gratitude. The corners of her mouth turned up into a gentle, hopeful smile. It wasn't just about the call; it was about reestablishing trust, and Bradley's pledge was the first step. Laura would be waiting, not just for the call, but for the opportunity to rebuild what they once shared.

As they continued to hold each other's gaze, the world around them felt as if it had paused, allowing them this private moment of connection. With great reluctance, Bradley finally broke their eye contact, turning to head back into the lively interior of the party. But as she moved, there was a newfound lightness in her step, a weight lifted off her shoulders.

Laura watched as Bradley's silhouette melded with the crowd inside, her heart filled with a whirlwind of emotions. The past was undeniable, but tonight had shown them that their story didn't have to be defined by it. Instead, the evening had opened the door to the future, one where they could perhaps find solace in each other's company once more.

#bradleylaura #bradley jackson #laura peterson #tms #the morning show #fanfic #mine #writing prompt #writing #writings #prompt #prompts

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iamnmbr3 · 10 months

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I'd go as far and say a Harry/Ginny romance doesnt work with the structure of the books. Its not an ensemble, its protagonist centric story. And Harrys main relationships are with Ron, Hermione and Voldemort. What makes Draco unique is that he can be a Voldemort stand-in, & used to explore relevant/main book themes like redemption, love, forgiveness, good and evil. He's Harrys age and has the most screentime out the Voldemort-allied side (not counting Snape since hes a spy).

JKR true failure is Harry in the H/G relationship ; She doesnt build emotional connection between them, doesnt include Ginny in Harrys adventures ; its golden trio through and trough, even after book 2 or 5 - they dont even share a single significant moment in the DoM! He patronisingly doesnt "allow" her to fight during battle just like Molly. When the war ends Harry thinks "later" about Ginny and needs to process what happend with the ppl he loves most aka Ron/Hermione even Dumbledores portrait. I would not even describe them as very close friends; she is Ron sister and sometimes part of an extended friend circle. When Harry crushes on her, he angsts about "Rons sister" and not " omg i could loose our friendship" cause they dont have a personal/intimate relationship on that level.

Does Harry even know anything about her? Who are her friends, her best school subjects, her insecurities? The one thing he knew- Riddle- he "forgot". Rowling builds this on nothing but superficialities like hotness,being jocks and jealousy and Ginny being a Weasley and called it a day.

Im not saying toss Harry/Draco together with no build up (obviously that would also require dedication) but at least that theoretical romance would actually relate to the events of story and portray how the characters are fundamentally changed by the events of the books in a positive way despite the war, instead Harry returns to dating the girl he dated for 2 months in high school who was not a vital character in this journey as if nothing happened...okay..

Yeah it's bizarre. In book 5 Ginny start getting some good development and then it just....stops. Book 6 Ginny feels like a different character and way shallower. It's like she got turned into Love Interest TM and all other characterization got thrown out the window. Which doesn't make the romance very compelling. There was potential there but imho it doesn't get realized.

#asks #Harry Potter

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ikehoe · 2 years

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Against the Odds [Jin Grandet x Reader][Ikemen Prince][Smut]

Characters ↬ Jin Grandet x (Non-curvy) F! Reader

Rating ↬ Explicit [Smut], Fluff

Tags ↬ Smut, Gentle PIV, Angst but ends in Fluff

Warning ↬ Unprotected PIV

Description ↬ Your feelings for the first Prince of Rhodolite, Jin Grandet, have only been growing stronger and stronger. Sometimes, you even have the faintest inkling that he feels the same way. That is until you see him flirting with one of those women in town again, the curvaceous ones that are so often his type. Not only does your heart break from the action, but you also feel terrible about your own body. Little do you know, it's all an orchestrated act on Jin's part to push you away. However, it ends up culminating in a night that changes the course of your relationship with him forever.

A/N ↬ This is for the lovely, beautiful @randonauticrap. I hope I did our one-and-only Jin justice.

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Wordcount ↬ 3k

Heartbreak. It was one of those dastardly feelings that had an all-consuming grip on your wellbeing. One moment you were fine, living day-by-day, fulfilling your duties as Belle. You were happy. Sure, there weren't any significant highs, but there weren't any devastating lows either. But then you saw him. The Prince with the mahogany hair and striking garnet eyes. The one that had been so extraordinarily kind to you from the moment you were designated as Belle. The one whose words constantly toed the line between flirtatious and reassuring, conjuring up all kinds of confusing feelings in you until you felt your heart do that telltale leap whenever you saw him, whenever you even sensed that he was near.

That's why it was devastating to see him up to his old tricks, flirting with that curvy, sensuous shopkeep in the town square. The woman that you could never compare to. She was the very definition of Jin Grandet's type. Full, luscious lips and a bosom that caused more than a few carriage crashes. On the other hand, you were nothing of that sort. Sure, Rio frequented you with compliments and declarations of love, but that was just Rio. What made it even more crushing was that this was right after you and Jin shared one of the most intimate moments you'd had.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, nearly having to choke out the words with how thick the air was and how intimate the moment seemed.

"Like what?" Jin murmured, eyes trained on your face so intensely like it was the only thing he could see. His gaze was soft. Softer than you were used to seeing on the first Prince of Rhodolite. It was like if one of you moved half an inch closer, if one of you even dared to make the first move, the barely contained feelings would come rushing forward in waves.

"You know. Like I'm the only person in the world that matters…." And then you realized the brevity behind what you said. You mentally chastised yourself for jumping to conclusions that clearly weren't true and could never be true, given the positions that you two held, you as a commoner, as Belle, and him as the first-born Prince of Rhodolite. "Nevermind… I spoke out of turn. Of course, that's not what you're thinking. I must be tired. It's been a hot day today." And it damned near took every last bit of your resolve to turn away from Jin, breaking that connection, breaking whatever it was that had both of you entranced.

"Wait," Jin's deep voice rang out, clear and sharp through your self-loathing thoughts. His large hand wrapped around your wrist gently, taking the greatest care not to hurt you. And then he pulled you back closer to him. Your gaze met his, and there was something behind those eyes you loved so much, something akin to regret, to the deepest longing, that had you holding your breath. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times. A second passed. Yet another. And another. And then it was like he resigned himself to hold back whatever it was he wanted to say. "I'll take you back to the castle now… You're right. You must have had a long day. It must not be easy being my student, huh."

And that's how both of you ended up spending the carriage ride back to the palace uncharacteristically quiet. But if you spent more than half a second not reliving that moment in your head, not punishing yourself for your words, you would have noticed that Jin's gaze hadn't left you, not even for a second.

Maybe you had read too much into it, thinking that the two of you were more than just teacher and student. It would be your own fault. After all, you knew Jin wasn't the type to commit to one woman. That was his whole life's motto – to enjoy the company of as many women as possible. You couldn't blame him. The Prince was handsome, charming, kind-hearted, and smart – smarter than most people gave him credit for.

But that didn't stop your tears from running down your face as you hurried back to the castle, feeling like your heart had just shattered into a million pieces. The remnants of your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach, and suddenly, you felt like you couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but relive that moment, over and over. The overtly flirtatious touch the woman had laid onto Jin's arm, lingering and caressing for a second too long. You could barely recognize your surroundings as they flew by you in a blur, eyes misted over with tears.

That's why you didn't notice Jin's eyes searching for you in the crowd. He knew you saw him - in fact, he'd orchestrated it in an attempt to push you away from how he really felt. Ever since you entered the palace, he hadn't felt a need to court one of his usual ladies, not that he could tell you that. The truth of the matter was that you'd hit the bullseye with your comment yesterday. No matter the situation, his eyes constantly searched for yours, his heart sought yours, and he desperately wanted to call you his. But he saw it all play out before. He knew all too well how a relationship between royalty and commoners could end up disastrous. Yet it didn't stop his heart from aching when he saw that crestfallen expression on your face. The tears that threatened to spill from your eyes held a grip over him that he could never have expected. Before he knew what was happening, he was running after you, long legs making more headway than you ever could have.

You were so close to making it to your bedroom, intent on locking the door behind you and crying your heart out. Still, right as your fingertips grazed the cool brass of the doorknob, you felt yourself being yanked back against a familiar chest. The woody, spiced scent of the first Prince caused you to freeze up, back pressed against him. You were too scared to move. Too scared to say anything. You knew he'd know how you felt as soon as you did. He'd know that you longed for him and were so hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him that he was the first thing you thought about in the morning and the last thing you thought about at night. You couldn't let one day pass by without seeing him, or else that day would be ruined.

"Will you look at me, please?" Jin's voice was distraught with pain, hoarse, and slightly out of breath.

You didn't respond. You couldn't respond. But at that moment, your body betrayed you as a sob wracked through your figure, trembling against his tight hold.

"Please…."

Your eyes slowly met his, red-rimmed, misty, and swollen. The barely-dried tears had stained your face, and your lips were pouty. You watched as his gaze flicked across your face, regret and guilt swimming in his eyes as clear as day. His hands reached out towards you and cupped your face, cradling it as though it were the most delicate thing in the world. And it seemed so oddly familiar – so much like the moment that had passed just yesterday. You didn't need a repeat of what happened. That subtle rejection from you that left you stinging for the rest of the day.

But this time, Jin leaned in, closer and closer. His hand guided your chin up until you were looking directly at him. Then, his lips grazed against yours, and the dam broke – every piece of your unrequited love for him threatened to spill over. Damn him, how could a man's lips be so unimaginably soft? And in that moment, you knew that you wouldn't be able to go back to whatever false pretenses you two had before, the fake ruse of being platonic friends, of being master and student.

"Fuck," he whispered, lips ghosting over yours. Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he whispered a hasty apology and then pressed you up against your door, cradling the back of your head so it wouldn't knock against the wood. "I'm sorry, but I can't hold back anymore."

Suddenly, all bets were off. His lips pressed against yours so hard it nearly bruised, but you were addicted. His hands roamed your body, caressing you, pulling you closer to him until you felt the unmistakable stiffness of his manhood against your lower belly. Heat began to pool against your underwear, spreading through your body until you felt like you'd go off with just one flick of a match. His tongue swept a tentative lick against your lower lip, and you were just about to grant him access when he grabbed at the soft flesh of your rear, causing you to gasp gently into the kiss. The sensuous feeling of his tongue gliding over yours, threading through yours, exploring every part of your mouth, was overwhelming. You could only pray that nobody was walking by at this moment because you were sure neither you nor Jin could stop.

As though reading your mind, Jin pushed open the door to your bedroom in haste and guided you towards your bed, shutting your door quickly behind him. He laid you onto your bed and paused to admire every part of you for just a moment. "You really are absolutely beautiful," he murmured, hand gently ghosting over your silhouette. "How was I supposed to resist you?" The latter question seemed as though it were directed at himself. He began to press open-mouthed, needy kisses against your cleavage, causing your sensitive peaks to harden underneath the thin fabric of your cotton dress. "I'm going to have a lot to apologize for tonight, but I'll buy you a new dress tomorrow."

In one quick motion, your dress was torn neatly off your body, exposing your heaving breasts to the handsome Prince before you. If there was any doubt as to whether Jin had a preference, it was quickly quashed by how much he lavished your bosom with attention. His hot tongue swept over one mound, gently sucking at the peak until you were arching your back and pressing yourself even closer against his mouth. Oh, he was skilled. More skilled than you could have ever imagined. His fingers gently toyed with your other peak, flicking, fondling, and tugging until your hips were involuntarily grinding against his muscular thigh.

"I need more, Jin," you whined, voice coming out breathier and needier than you ever hoped. "I need you…."

And if he could have forever captured that desperate look in your eyes, hair splayed out around your face as though it were a halo, chest bare to him, and heat radiating from your core, he would have. He'd relive that moment again and again if there was a way to do so. He made quick work of ridding the remnants of your torn dress off your body, exposing your soaked undergarments and shapely legs to him. He was a breast man, that was certain, but you had a body that was so perfect that he knew in that moment he was a "you" man. "Did you need me this much? You're absolutely dripping," he murmured, lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as his index finger traced a line against your core.

Even just the simple sensation of his finger had you arching up against the bed and letting out a wanton moan. "Jin, ah, please! Stop teasing me," you whimpered, rutting against his finger. You heard shuffling, and you looked down, eyes widening as you were met with the first Prince ridding himself of his clothes in record-breaking speed and freeing his manhood. It was larger than you expected, thick, girthy, and mouth-wateringly captivating. Not only that, his body was chiseled from the neck down. You couldn't hold back your surprise as your eyes freely roamed his body, taking in all of his manliness. It was moments before you realized that you were actively gawking at Jin and your gaze flicked back up, only to realize that he was returning your look with an absolutely sinful smirk.

"Like what you see?" He murmured as he climbed back over you, length nudging against the soft flesh of your thigh. The sensation of his tongue running along the sensitive skin of your neck caused you to shiver against him, and you eagerly shifted against his length, wanting to feel him as soon as possible. A deep groan rumbled from his throat, and he grabbed onto your waist, trying to still you. "I'm going to have a hard time being gentle if you keep doing that."

"Then don't be," you whispered, shifting once again, so his length was lined up perfectly against your needy cunt. "I want to feel you. Every part of you… If this is going to be the first and last time this is happening, then I want you to make me forget about everything."

At your words, his eyes flicked back to yours immediately, and he stilled. The hurt in his eyes was unmistakable. You were the first and only woman that would ever have such a hold over him. "I don't want that," he whispered, gaze so piercing it was like he saw right through all of your biting words to the heartbroken girl underneath. "I don't want this to be the last time for us. I know the rules, and I know I played more of a part in Clause 99 than anyone else, but I can't let this be the last time for us."

You opened your mouth to respond to Jin's words, but whatever words that were at the tip of your tongue immediately dissolved as you felt his manhood press against your entrance. The pain of the stretch caused your eyebrows to furrow slightly, and he immediately began pressing gentle kisses on your forehead.

"I'm sorry, just a little more, okay? I'll make you feel so good. Just endure it for a little more," he whispered, nose nuzzling against your neck as he whispered words of encouragement against your skin. Then, finally, the stinging pain subsided, and gave him a quick nod, urging him to continue moving.

He started off slowly, easing himself in and stifling a groan as he felt your walls stretch around him, hugging him perfectly with your warmth. It was a wonder he could last as long as he was. With just that first thrust, he'd already felt like he was ready to explode, but he wanted you to feel good. He wanted it to be so good for you that you would never forget it, that you would take back your words of this being the first and last time you two would be together. And he quickly shifted, pulling you along with him until he was in a seated position and you were placed on top of him. He needed to get closer to you. He needed to show you just how much he cared about you.

"Wh—Jin!" You exclaimed, surprised at his sudden action. His lips pressed against yours again as he began to lift you up against his length, over and over. Tongues dancing against one another, length thrusting into your warmth, you began to feel that familiar tingling sensation, that white-hot radiating pleasure spread through you. "A—ah, wait, Jin, I thin—I think I'm about to," you squealed, hiding your blushing face against his chest.

"Let me see you," he rasped out, voice hoarse as he felt himself begin to throb, approaching his own release quickly. "I want to see you come apart for me." And as you lifted up your face, he felt mesmerized, watching as your beautiful cheeks flushed with the prettiest pink, tears of pleasure pooling in the corner of your eyes as you locked your gaze with his.

There it was. Waves of pleasure washed over you, and you couldn't help it as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your body began to tremble against Jin's, and you collapsed against him, grateful for him as he immediately wrapped you up in his strong arms and ran his fingers through your hair.

"Just a little more, okay? Let me fill you up," he whispered against the crown of your head. And then you felt his manhood throb as he began to paint your walls with his thick release, over and over, until it was running down your core.

Both of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, your head resting against his firm chest and his hands cradling you closer to him. You were sweaty, panting, and sure that your hair had seen better days, but despite the closeness between you two at that moment, you still felt a familiar ache in your heart.

"Jin, you and I know you'd probably be happier with someone who only wants something temporary, and I can't do that. I can't sit here after this and be okay with you going out into town to flirt with some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life. I can't pretend I'm okay with just having… this." You murmured, too afraid to look up at him.

"Is that really what you think of me?" Jin asked, hurt laced so profoundly in his question that you flinched. "I regretted it today, you know. I regretted pulling that stupid stunt in front of you the moment I did it. I wanted to push you away so things could go back to normal. I wouldn't be the cause of any more of your pain, but as soon as I saw the look on your face, I knew I lost my one chance at true happiness, and I couldn't handle it."

"What… what do you mean?" You whispered, finally looking up to meet his heartbroken gaze.

"I couldn't stomach losing you for the rest of my life, so I was selfish. You might not want to talk to me again after this, or be friends, or even look at me again, but I can't lose you…." Then, Jin took a deep breath as though preparing himself to say the next words that would change the course of your relationship forever. "I'm in love with you."

"Wh—what? You're in love with me?!" You sputtered. "But what about Clause 99, what about all that stuff you said about commoners and royalty not being good together? That it always ends up in heartbreak?"

"I know… I know what I said. But you make me want to believe that we can beat the odds. I'll spend the rest of my life fighting for us if I have to, but I just know I can't lose you. So, will you stay with me?"

"Of course, Jin. I'm so hopelessly in love with you that there isn't any other option. I love you."

And both of you knew it wouldn't always be easy, but you had hope that as long as Jin Grandet was by your side, you could beat the odds.

fin.

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party-in-eldarya · 1 year

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hola gatitos, let's start episode 8. Last time wedanced with our LI (or not, depeding of choices) and we could move with them in right direction. 7th episode was quite packed with interactions, let's see what they will do this time.

Erika wakes up late and starts thinking about the ball. She managed to talk to Leiftan, aksed him to dance and it wasn't awkward, they were sharing feelings, there was some good chemistry, she decided she wants to be very close to him. Nice, nice:

...oh.

I hate to be that person, but usually, when you are in intimate relationship with person you love (and during TO we were told that we love our LIs, it's ANE that makes all our dates seem only physical), anyway, Erika was sleeping with Leiftan a lot and you know. Surely, there should be moments when they were close also emotionally? At least on Leifta's route them discovering that special bond makes this sentence make some sense but on others... You know what? I will just leave you with some pearls of wisdom from Erika:

Erika is right, she is not ready for any relationship- but not because she changed so much, it's because she is a cold, self-centered child overestimating herself. She asks him to join her at the ball- right when he wants to leave the Crystal room discreetly, she dances with him the first dance (after HH told everyone it's meant for someone SPECIAL to us), she was having v warm and heady thoughts about Leiftan and she allowed him to feel them- without any protest. And now she wonders if things will get weird between them.

Gaaa! If it's true that Eldarya has many writers, then they should give each of them a route to write, because I feel like those lines were written by different person. Last time she was hopeful they will reconcile, today she decided she has changed so much.

Beemoov, Beemoov. I see what you are doing here, and you failed. Wanted to make all routes go head to head, so that every player would stop complain? Well, it's quite impossible, you see, you picked old routes- with chance of "continuing" our romance and new ones, that need time spent together to bloom. Instead of Leiftan (in love with Erika since episode 1 of TO) getting cold feet you should focus on Erika and Leiftan regaining their trust. I love this character, but he has nothing in common with canon Erika.

...but now that she did, she almost feel guilty. Because??? It makes sense if Erika (Imogene) was on Ezarel/Valkyon's route, but... why is she feeling guilty? Add some lines, you are laready wasting my maana, add one sentence WHY IS SHE FEELING GUILTY!!! That she is falling in love while Eldarya is heading to it's doom? That she is flirting with traitor? WHY?

Erika decides to avoid him because. Children, do not do it. You are allowed some me-time, but never ghost someone. Explain that you need some time to clear your thoughts etc etc. Our task for now is to go and eat something. And, I got it- lines like "I woke up the next morning", "I was hungry, I had to go to eat smth", "We left for a mission" are necessary. They help to glue narration. You cannot write a game (or novel, ff whatever) without any of those... mundane, simple sentences. BUT Beemoov tends to overwrite them because maana TM, and sometimes it feels like I am in a very typical fanfiction. "I woke up, did make up, dress up in top with cleavage and go to the kitchen".

Pffffff. Everyone woke up earlier and went for a training and preparing for a war but our Erika. Who didn't even know that such things are planned. Erika "I can be an important person here".

CHOICE.

We can thank her, ask a v decent question why nobody told us, or stress over being late and noticed by everyone. Honestly, I don't know which choose. The wrong one is most logical. Ewelein is in Light Guard and it's a valid problem if such info is not given to everyone. But I guess she will get offended, right? Ewelein is a rare guest on my route, so I will thank her- although it's not like she wanted to tell us, it was just an accident. Well, role-playing, my Imogene would thank her for telling. And yess, everyone was already there, training. Why nobody told Erika?

Leiftan is here, he is v sweet, but that idiot also called our MC is sooo nervous and doesn't want to be near him because. Reasons. This could be a perfect moment of saying "I need some time to think about us Leiftan". Sure, HE would understand?

You are simply horrible, Erika. Your LI just admitted that thanks to you he decided to face his fears and come back to society and you only think about yourself. Trash.

This is a face of man, who realized he wasted half his life on a trash.

Shut up, Erika. I have all Leiftan's illus from TO and I know you spent most of the time with him horizontally. No one asks you to shag him during training, but a normal conversation would be natural. Proof that ANE Erika is 19 yo at most. No way she was studying, spending time with people, socializing. CHOICE- we can pat ourselves on a back because "we were not ready for this shit" or admit that this was a shitty move. Guess which one I picked?

What, you asked? A writer who never had a conversation with human being.

I must admit Koori is right.

I know- you would have more maana. Converstation was ok, but whole concept of grand training right after the party, when everyone is tired is laughable. AND NOONE TOLD ME ABOUT THE TRAINING!!!

...which is funny, Erika observes that guardsmen are fighting rather... slugishly.

Erika is tired, and contrary to you, she is not a faerie. All she got are her aengel powers that come and go. The most she can do atm is shield. She doesn't have great regeneration, strength, agility, nothing. Again, what was the point of doing training right after whole-night long party?

But we have to have this High School moment. And Leif arrives, and that little bugbed, Erika:

This is a difference between adult woman (Koori) and immature teen (Erika). You can act normally and be civil, even if you are not ready for The Talk. Read and weep.

Koori and Leiftan spar. Beemoov, care to explain why Leiftan, the best warrior of Eel in TO is exhausted after short training with Koori (who surrended btw)? I understand that he is reluctant when fighting with her, but why is he tired? Unlike Erika he has all advantages of being pure blood aengel... (lol at Karenn saying "here comes the other last of the aengels").

I mean, we know why. Half of his life forces wasted on Erika. She really sends mixed signals, you know?

Fun fact. Huang Chu asks Koori for some help with creating portals, but no one asks Erika (IMPORTANT PERSON MIND YOU). Who, on my playthrough is in Absinth. Perhaps Nevra is not the only person with whom Ezarel exchange letters. Erika decides she will have a picnic with Karenn and is already nervous that vampiress will ask her about love life, Leiftan and stuff. OMG OMG, so embarassing OMG. Nope.

LIIIMIT.

#playing ane what a joy #eldarya spoilers #ANE ep 8

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🥺, 🤡, 🎯, 🤗

🥺 - Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? - ohhhh yes. so many but i think special shoutout to

abuse disclosure, i have written, what, four of those by now? i absolutely love getting someone to tell someone else what's happened to them, especially when they have trouble sharing, or when it's difficult and messy and weird. most of the ones i've written have been more soft, willing (if nervous) disclosures, but i honestly really love the one i wrote in A Deeper Understanding where Hunter just hurls it at Darius in the middle of an argument to try and hurt him, i love it when people use their own trauma as a weapon, i could read that all day.

very similar vein, but, the genre of fic where it's "people observing someone else and realizing slowly exactly how fucked up they are", which i've so far spent 80k words doing in PTB and am not tired of yet.

actually have not written nearly as much of this as i would LIKE but sex scenes where one or both people have Trauma(TM) and they end up finding a way to be intimate with each other that doesn't work like Normal Average Regular Sex. i get so emotional over the concept of Therapeutic Kink.

🤡 - What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh? - okay pretty much every interaction that Hunter and Luz have in every human touch before Philip shows up to make everything so much worse is very funny to me.

What is his name, again? It’s on the tip of her tongue, but she can’t think around her thwarted panic at being dragged away when she’s so close. It was sort of funny, she remembers that, kind of redneck vibes… Tanner? Skeeter? No, she would remember if she met a Skeeter.

🎯 - Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which? - someone in the comments on Paint The Blood got me dead to fucking rights about what's going on in the fic and figuring out how to respond to them (bc i respond to most comments, so ignoring that one would have looked suspicious) while neither confirming nor denying was probably the hardest thing i've ever done.

(under a cut bc the answer to the last question is long)

🤗 - What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started? - oooh. hmm. hmmm...

i think one of the biggest things for me is having people who i can workshop ideas with. everyone has their own process but i find that i generally figure out how a story is going to go by talking through it, and rubber duck debugging (basically just problem-solving by explaining the problem out loud to someone or something else) is incredibly effective.

ALSO, having people who are invested in your stories and get hype about them and who you can talk to about the sick plot twists coming up and stuff is really effective in motivating me to write; i have a person who has read SO many handwritten pages of the first draft of PTB and those pages absolutely would not exist without them.

it is important imo to not link up like, your sense of self/accomplishment/worthiness with how much or what kind of feedback your fic gets, though. like, yes, getting feedback and engagement and interaction feels GREAT, not getting it sucks, and getting it vs not getting it can often be the difference between feeling motivated to finish a project and not, and that's fine, but you CANNOT let yourself fall into the trap of letting the popularity of your works dictate your self-esteem, because that will destroy your urge to create.

don't be afraid to just be shitty! if you're stuck on something, play a game i like to call Lower! Those! Standards! and just write it in a basic, boring, crappy way. you can come back to fix it later, or you might find out that actually what you think of as the 'shitty' way is fine, but either way, an imperfect thing that exists is better than the perfect version that exists only in your head. also, nobody else knows what it was supposed to look like in your head, so they only have the existing version to go by.

also, experimenting with different like, organization/outline/drafting methods is fun. you don't have to have one or have any kind of System, it definitely doesn't need to be elaborate, but if you find yourself often getting stuck, it's worth it to sit down and try to figure out where, exactly, you're getting stuck AT in the writing process, what's tripping you up, and see if there's something you can tweak about how you're coming up with, writing, or organizing your stories to try to fix that problem.

(i myself have several different processes - i tend to do a thorough outline broken down scene by scene that will inevitably change a lot as i go so i don't end up going "okay now what?", bc outlining at that level of detail helps me find where i have plotholes.

i ALSO have done a lot of handwriting, bc this frees me up from blank page anxiety and allows me to just jot stuff down without worrying too much about the quality, and it's also very satisfying in a tactile way that typing isn't, so it feels more like having DONE something, and then i already did the hard work of coming up with the ideas so my typed second draft goes way faster.

i also ALSO have written pretty much all my recent fics in scrivener - you don't NEED fancy software to write, but sometimes playing around with different available word processors can help! the ability to break a work down into scenes and add individual notes per scene that i can refer to as i'm writing is immensely helpful for me.)

and, hmm... i also think... try to have fun with it! remember that you're doing this because it's fun, it's a hobby, and you should focus on the things that make YOU happy. if you want to write the same type of scene or interaction over and over again, go for it! if you want to write stuff that doesn't have a 'point' other than that it makes you happy to do so, go for it!

and honestly, don't be afraid to post WIPs. i'm bad about this, tbh, but MOST multi-chapter fics end up unfinished. getting to see a glimpse of the idea someone had and get interested in the world and imagine what it would be like and play with the idea in your own head is a lot of fun, and if you post your wip and don't end up finishing it, then someone still gets to do that with what you posted! i don't think there's really such a thing as 'wasted' writing - it sucks to have to scrap a huge chunk that took a lot of time and effort and start over, it's frustrating, but writing something you don't finish or end up changing/editing/whatever still 'counts' as having written, and imo it's still good practice. if nothing else, you figured out how you DON'T want the scene to go.

if you want to materially improve your writing significantly (which is not a requirement at all, because you can just write your stories for fun and not worry about that, but if you ARE wanting to improve):

1) write a whole fucking bunch

2) read a whole bunch

3) read critically - which doesn't mean with an eye towards criticizing, but rather, when you read, look at how the author uses things like metaphor, imagery, the rhythm of language itself, foreshadowing, exposition, etc. figure out what you like about how they describe scenes, or do dialogue, or communicate stuff about characters, or develop their world, look at how they link the parts of the plot together and how and why various emotional or plot developments work (or don't work!), look at how the characters relate to each other, look at the tricks the author pulls in the narrative in order to get you to think or feel certain ways about certain characters/events - you can do this with fanfiction, published novels, movies, games, tv shows, etc - and honestly, starting to read reviews and analysis will help you get into the mindset of thinking about things this way too.

uh... gosh... there's probably more i could say but i think that's all i can think of for now!

#asks #ask game

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niuxita21 · 3 years

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When I was in Witness Protection, I did get tested. OK. And it was always gonna be 50/50, and I got the wrong 50. Oh, shit. But I don’t know how long before it takes hold, it could be 20 years. They might find a cure. But if that doesn’t happen, I can’t... I really don’t want to... No. So I might need your help one day. To die. OK. And I know that’s a really big thing to ask somebody, and you really need to think about it-- I don’t need to think about it. And I completely understand if you don’t want me around anymore-- Chelsea. You just need to say so now... Chelsea. Hey, look at me. Look at me. Because... I’d be honoured to be by your side. OK? Thank you.

#wanted #lola buckley #chelsea babbage #shitty screencap posts (TM)#I haven't found a gifset of specifically this bit to reblog so far #so I'm making my own post about it because it fucked me up so much and made me SO EMOOOOOOO #it's interesting how different bits resonate with different people isn't it?#like I've seen more than one gifset of the 'I'd like to hang out with you on a beach somewhere' bit #and rightfully so because it was heart-meltingly adorable and romantic af but I think this bit is equally significant in a different way?#I mean asking someone to kill you/help you die is SUCH an intimate thing it's like a love declaration of sorts #you're basically sharing with someone a delicate decision that only you can make for yourself #and telling them that you trust them enough for them to be with you in that extremely personal moment #and from the outside it seems like a no-brainer that chelsea would ask lola #but at the same time how long has she been thinking about it you know? how long has she been trying to make a decision she's at peace with?#it just breaks my heart #and of course lola agrees (not only that but also to her it would be an honour and UGH my heart)#because she loves chelsea but also because lola knows what it's like to be trapped in a life you desperately want to get out of #to the point where you are willing to commit a heinous act because it's the only way you can be free #and just... this just falls into place so nicely with who both of them are as characters #and at the same time says SO MUCH about the depth and strength of their relationship #wherein chelsea feels comfortable enough with lola to put her in this position and lola loves chelsea enough to agree without hesitation #AND I WANT TO CRY ABOUT IT FOREVER #I also love that lola's first reaction was 'oh shit' not even an 'I'm so sorry chelsea' or something lol idk it's just so her #and I also adore the bit where chelsea turns away when she's saying 'I really don't want to... no' and lola is looking at her in tears #but when chelsea turns back lola immediately puts on a smile for her like she doesn't want chelsea to see how upset she truly is #which if you recall from what I said way back in the season 1 finale seems to be a pattern with them #I just love that about lola and how she shows rather than tells how much she cares about chelsea in little gestures like this #anyway I am fine :))) completely :))) fine :))) about all this

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kaebedom-me · 3 years

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yeeess join me in rarepair hell!!! they deserve to be so happy :’’’))) and especially w each other

bath times with them are super great would recommend

but only when you guys have a big enough tub to fit all three of you tho because 100% there’s gonna be fights about who’s gonna go in with who

is why y’all take showers usually

it’s more fun time than romantic time? like if you want it to be romantic that’s chill they’d be down to set up a few candles and scatter some petals to set the mood

it’s more fun times because Childe loves playing with water, absolutely will spray you and Kaeya with the shower head or splash y’all while you two are in the tub

pls he styles his hair with bubbles if he’s feeling extra silly precious boy we stan

no way you can get him to calm down, he’s just so hype to share this intimate moment with y’all

he also rambles about his day and fights too like he’s so happy

!!! shows you cool tricks he can do with his hydro???

Kaeya is chill washes everyone’s hair

like have you seen his? ma j es t i c. he massages it and applies like the good shampoo and hair care for you guys, like he’s out here to pamper yo

maybe getting his head massaged will calm Childe down maybe but you didn’t hear this from me

Kaeya lowkey likes to debunk someone Childe’s exaggeration? just seeing him a little like deflated is funny to him but Childe snaps back quick tho v snarky

a lot of banter between the two, it’s a good time to just soak in warm water and listen to them talk i think

don’t fall asleep tho because being in hot water for too long is not gud

if you want to talk too, they’d be happy to listen to your adventures or fun things you encountered or pretty places you’d like to see with them

like imagine y’all’s convo mellowing down and you three sort of just reminisce times when the three of you haven’t gotten together or were just getting together?

like straight up just roast them for being stupid back them, they love a lover that can banter too and they’ll even roast you too

soff times

getting out of the bath, Childe wrapping you in a towel and helps dry you while Kaeya dries your hair for you? the Dream(TM)

them giving you kisses as they help dry and dress you? and you!!! reciprocating!! you helping them with their clothes and patting their hair dries

ooooff they’re so soft, what did they do to deserve this

after y’all going to snuggle uwu

like Childe and Kaeya really lives for times like this where it’s peaceful where they don’t have to worry about their duties and they could just be with you

here’s your sprinkle of spicy

it’s actually pretty surprising because Kaeya’s the one that initiates spicy times during soft times

like Childe’s talking about his stuff and Kaeya bored, starts trailing wet kisses down your neck and rubbing soap into your body a little less innocently

and you try to contain yourself right because Childe’s having fun and Keaya stop-

Childe notices though and the mood instantly shifts like “what are you two starting over there without me, huh”

#bro i hate school work so much bro #like wtf is intersectionality and queer theory #if anyone wants to help mE-#im suffering in not a fun good way #so sorry if this req is abit not up to standards #Childe #childe x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya #kaeya x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader x kaeya #a little bit spicy #slight not sfw #shanna writes #Also reminder to please censor chxxya whenever you guys are asking for poly stuff #I don't mind putting the asks as pictures but I'd rather not #Thank you!!!

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Dialogue from The Boiling Rock, Part 2:

Male guard #2: Ma'am, there's a riot going on! I'm here to protect you! Mai: I don't need any protection. Zuko: [Gives a slight chuckle; proudly.] Believe me, she doesn't.

Something about Zuko’s line and delivery in this scene always felt off-putting to me, and not just because I’m anti-Ma/iko to my dying breath (though that contributes a little). No, the matter at hand is how this line makes little sense in the context of Mai and Zuko’s characters and relationship. Of course, we can always say that Zuko says “believe me, she doesn’t” because Mai is both a skilled fighter and her uncle is the Warden, but on a deeper narrative level, Zuko’s phrasing and tone has little impact and frames Ma/iko in a rather inconsistent manner

To begin, the line “I don’t need any protection” would have optimal impact with a character whose fighting abilities have been doubted before, which is a issue that has never plagued Mai. Since her introduction to the show, Mai is shown talented enough to be invited into Azula’s elite team, and while she does complain about her peaceful life in Omashu, her complaints are leveled more towards the monotony of her situation rather than her being coddled for her own protection. Thus, Mai’s line is a little redundant and unnecessary here (which may or may not reinforce how way too much of Zuko and Sokka’s escape plan depends on luck and Plot Convenience TM).

Additionally, not only does Mai’s line carry the connotation of her asserting her autonomy and capabilities in a show where she was never required to do so before, but it also implies that Zuko and Mai’s relationship is centered around fighting in some way, whether if they at one point fought against or with each other. More specifically, Zuko’s line “believe me, she doesn’t” suggests that he has personal experience with Mai’s fighting abilities when in reality, the first time they shared screen time together was in “The Awakening,” the first episode in season 3. As it had been said time and time again, Zuko’s arc in the first half of season 3 is about him becoming disillusioned with the life he thought he always wanted, realizing that he is becoming passive in the face of injustice. In this scenario, Mai represents a tie back to his old life, a sedative to his agency rather than someone he takes an active role with or against (in the form of fighting). Thus, while this exchange portrays a dynamic to Ma/iko that is not necessarily contradictory to their overall relationship as shown in season 3, it is a dynamic that has not been previously established nor supported by canon.

Finally, the way in which Zuko “proudly” states this line feels startlingly similar to a cute “my ex-girlfriend is a badass who can whoop you into next week” moment when, once again, Zuko’s pride in Mai’s fighting skills has never been established anytime before. Actually, Zuko’s feelings towards Mai’s fighting skills is not developed within the show canon at all besides their interactions in “The Boiling Rock.” And while this dynamic may not be significant enough for its lack of development to qualify as bad writing, it doesn’t exactly qualify as good writing either. Why does Mai saying “I don’t need any protection” feel so personal and assertive? Why does Zuko say “believe me, she doesn’t” when he has little experience with seeing her fight? And why does Zuko say this proudly? Sure, there’s answers to all these questions that we can come up with ourselves, but they would be answers only vaguely hinted by canon or they would have at most a shallow impact on the overall narrative.

But is there a couple we know in which one of the individuals has felt as though their capabilities have been doubted and undermined in the past? Is there a couple that shares an intimate history of fighting (both with and against each other)? Is there someone whose fighting abilities Zuko would no doubt take pride in?

Oh...

#atla #atla meta #anti maiko #anti maiko meta #zutara #zutara meta #my bated breath analyzes #my bated breath's posts #conclusion: it should have been zutara and that's that #i was just thinking about this you know #casually with my bucket of salt perched on my lap

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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so:

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol)

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.)

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

“Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going.

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha

wow haha um so anyway --

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me h e l p

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y)

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta #okay I'm gonna have to. go take a calming walk or something after this haha

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