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cl6teen · 3 months
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affection, ln4 ❀ chapter ii. the need to know
masterlist || chapter i || chapter iii
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summary: [4.5k words] drunken nights spent in lando’s townhouse are an ode to your friendship, and maybe just a little bit more.
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
contains: lando and reader are in denial, self friendzoning, lots of reminiscing and fluff, lando taking care of reader, very lazy smut, one night stands, oblivious flirting, talks of sex, intoxication, unprotected sex, pull and pray.
note: not proofread, this can be read as a stand-alone or as part of my affection series, however this is not a required read for said series. (sorry for such a long wait! exams were rough and this was difficult to write for some reason)
❀ silverstone ❀
The overarching sounds of EDM and conversation ring through Lando’s ears in a destructive harmony that’s sure to hit him tomorrow morning in the form of a stupid migraine. Still, he pushes through the sea of bodies crowding around, trying to huddle in close enough to him to hopefully snag a photo of ‘Silverstone’s P2 driver’. It has a nice ring to it, since you said that with Max in this competition, P2 is the new P1, so he should be nothing more proud of his performance. 
Prideful he was, enough to confidently down shots with today’s true winner, forgetting how the Dutchman always lets as loose as he can during these after parties. And while they didn’t seem to hit whilst manning the dj turn-tables for the last hour or so, the newfound alcohol in his system was certainly making itself known now.  
His hands run through brown tufts of hair as he scans the club entrance for you, “Y/n?”
“Over here.”
You’ve sat yourself in an armchair close to the women’s washroom, where you nurse a half-full lukewarm bottle of water in your hands before taking yet another prolonged sip. 
“You look like shit.” He chuckles, leaning down to fix the strands of your hair that stray from the rest. 
“Tell me about it,” you roll your eyes playfully, a laugh escapes you both, “you’re not one to talk, either.”
Fair point, he shrugs. With tousled hair that manages to go in every direction except for what it was originally in, sunglasses threatening to fall off the bridge of his nose, and the faint red lipstick marks stained on his unbuttoned white collar, Lando looks far from put together. He’s impossible, how can he have the nerve to talk to how you look on a night out while he was so quick to leave you with Oscar (who you had no problems being with—he just didn’t seem to be the party type) after receiving a shameless once over from a leggy blonde passing your group by upon arrival.
“So, where’s tonight’s girl?” He stares when you passively fold your arms into each other and question, completely unaware of how the movement pushes your chest together. He clicks his tongue, stop looking, Lando. 
“Hell if I know.” He sighs in fake disappointment, in hopes of cutting that conversation off as quickly as it was introduced, “you’re staying at mine tonight.”
Okay, you nod. You don’t question it—you never do. Instead you sit quietly and watch him swipe around on his phone, no doubt shooting Max (Fewtrell) a quick text to let him know you were both leaving before calling up an Uber Black. Was this normal? To go home with Lando after a long night out? To you, the answer was always yes—hell, if you need him, say the word and he’s on the way, isn’t that what friends were for?
But other people can’t fathom the idea, they look at the two of you with doubtful eyes after explaining that although you can’t seem to go anywhere without one another, Lando’s just a friend. You sigh in exasperation at the thought, Lando Norris isn’t dateable; at least, not to you. He texts you about the girls he’s on dates with and nitpicks about how their breath smells, or how they had food in their teeth, or the potent perfume they drench themselves in to the point of inducing headaches in people they pass by. He’s whiney, and picky, and—
Lando’s fingers snap in your face and bring you out of your stupor, “What’s got you thinking so hard?” 
“Nothing.” Your little jump earns you a perplexed look from Lando, who can only stare you down, “nothing, just want to get some rest.”
“The car is here, but it’s a little walk across the street.” He notices the heels toppled over each other next to the chair—you truly are a mess. “Do you have your purse?” You nod, flimsily holding the bag up for him to see.
Lando is no Superman, he knows that well after an ambitious jump off a bunk bed and straight into an ER visit and a three month cast at the age of ten; but now he feels like he’s got the power to do it all, looping the straps of your heels on a finger and hoisting you into his arms bridal style. It’s far from a pretty sight, but it still manages to grab the attention of partygoers nearby, who point and whisper and gush at the scene in front of them. “People will see, Lando.” You look up at him through dark lashes in an unfamiliar way that gets his gears turning—more than anything, he just wants to get you to this car. 
“Yeah, but that’s okay.” He smiles nervously, letting you burrow your head into the crook of his neck to hide from the nipping British breezes outside. It's probably anything but okay; pictures might make their way around, and make both his life and your own a pain in the ass, but he can’t rain it on you like that. 
The subtle aroma of your perfume invades his senses, and all of a sudden he’s become so hyper aware of his touch on your skin, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest—he shakes his head.
In Lando’s mind, you’re but one thing to him; a friend—one he intends to keep like that.
Silent car rides in the backseat have never been Lando’s thing, not when he’s drunk, not when he can’t use his phone because he has to watch you. He’s not complaining, really—but there’s a fleeting moment of relief when forty minutes later, the two of you find way to the steps of his townhome, and he's fumbling around in his pockets for the keys while you stay huddled close to him to keep warm despite already sporting his jacket. 
He’s profane as he fiddles with the door handle. You’re lucky he’s sweet enough to give you his clothing, because even though he practically threw it at you after listening to your nonstop whines about the cold, and how he ‘wasn’t even fazed by it’, he is actually freezing now.  
“Tonight was…”
Rough, Fun, you both say in tandem; Lando’s enthusiasm is unsurprising, he finds himself at home in these situations. Work hard, play harder, he would say—it makes sense, his job is high stakes, stressful, the media is a pain in the ass; you would look forward to the fun bit too.
However, you’re not Lando, you don’t vacation in Ibiza or party with Max Verstappen on weekends—you travel to Thailand and read on rafts, but your best friend making podium during a home race is more than enough reason to show face for the night, so you make your peace with it and thank whoever that you’re home now.  
“I need to change out of this,” you refer to the dress you’ve spent the entire after party readjusting and pulling down only to tug back up. “Lend me a shirt?”
“Did you really need to ask?” He speaks from a hunched over position while clumsily taking off his shoes. “You know where my room is.”
It’s a painfully familiar place; Lando’s never around enough to change it up anyway. When was the last time you were here? Maybe two years ago, during summer break, your memory is too foggy, but not to the point where you can forget your first time visiting. You and Lando were nineteen and twenty, and he wanted to use his well earned ‘Y/n’s daddy’ funded bonus on something practical. A house was not what you had in mind, but twenty five year old Carlos had a bottle of wine and a pipe dream of a three person housewarming party (one your father wasn’t too stoked to hear about, no doubt). It ended just as expected, wine drunk and full on that no bake cookie dough, albeit against the wishes of the drivers’ nutritionists, and you somehow bundled up in Lando’s brand new King bed while the other two found their comforts in plastic wrapped couches tucked away in the living room. 
The only thing different in Lando’s bedroom are the bedsheets (thankfully), and frames full of podiums that showcase just how far he's come. 
The smile you fight while reminiscing falters when you reach to tug at your zipper and fail. For what you spent on it, the list of inconveniences following your dress just seems to grow.
“Lan!” An exasperated huff escapes you, “could you come in for a moment?”
“My zipper, it’s stuck and I can't get it.” You want to cringe at your words, it’s a cliche—one of the many the universe seems to put you two in. Turning away from him, you move your hair out the way to expose your back, “do you mind?”
His fingers feel warm on your back, it’s a foreign feeling that creeps over the expanse of your nerves and has your breath hitched uncomfortably in the back of your throat. Something is just…different—maybe the alcohol, but you’ve been drunk around Lando one too many times and never has it ended like this, with his fingers nervously fiddling with the metal zipper, tugging at your dress material while gently trying to yank it down. 
“Lando, that hurts.” you breathe for the first time in what feels like ages. 
He kisses his teeth in frustration, placing a firm hand on your waist to keep you from squirming around, “You need to stay still.” The thickness of his accent becomes more apparent with each word. 
You feel so weak, letting just a simple touch bully you into submission, silently you nod. The zipper's journey down is agonizing and slow, for both of you; at this moment, Lando wants nothing more than to leave the room, yet his feet seem glued to the ground he stands on. It’s dimly lit, but you can still feel eyes burning holes into your bare skin, up from the nape of your neck and down to the top of your hips that the lace material underneath clings to. 
He watches the thin straps of your dress struggle to stay atop your shoulders and fall down your arms, further exposing the skin of your back—he sees a tattoo, one that he convinced you to get in Vegas last year, it looks good, better than he thought it would. 
“—did you hear me? Are you done?”
He should leave.
“Yeah, yup. I just got it down,” and as quick as he came, it feels like Lando’s miles away, “I’m gonna go now, just…grab whatever shirt you would like.”
“Hey.” You say quietly, padding your way to the kitchen island.
Okay. Things seem a lot more normal between you two. Maybe all that was needed to fix whatever tension between you both was a fresh change of clothes and some bright lighting.
“You hungry?” He prompts, leaning against quartz counters with the world famous boyish smile signature to Lando himself. “I can make us a little snack before bed, just to lighten the hangover you’ll probably get tomorrow.”
You hum sweetly, the time reads 1:53 am—it’s earlier than you thought, time always blurs together when you’re drunk. “Could you get me a glass of water please?” 
“Here you are, missy.”
You scrunch your nose up at his tone, “any name but that.” He laughs obnoxiously, proud of how he manages to get under your skin in a way only he can.
The sizzling sounds of grilled cheese on the pan accompanied by the dull hum of a faulty ceiling light are the only ones in the kitchen (you’re constantly telling him to get it fixed, but Lando never seems to follow up on your suggestions, opting for the answer of ‘I don’t even live here like that anymore’). Sipping from your glass, the lipstick stain on his collar catches your eye again—you’re curious, why didn’t he just go home with her?
“So what happened with the girl?”
“What?” He turns to look at you, brows furrowed into a knot. It’s not until you make a little gesture to the base of your neck that he looks down at his own to see what you mean. “Oh, her, what was her name again…Abby, Aria—no, Amy. She was too…onto me, only talked about racing and the other drivers. Don’t get me wrong I like, love, racing, but I want to have a natural conversation.” he searches for the right comparison, “like how you and me flow.”
You and me. 
Empathetic, you sigh into your hands, Lando is simple, adjacently, he likes things that are simple; routine and normal, like you two. “Lando, if you keep comparing girls to me you’re going to chase them away.” You think his attitude will be his undoing, but he says if it hasn’t happened now there’s no chance of it happening ever. “Even worse, they’ll think I'm your girlfriend.”
He shrugs calmly, so normal about the entire idea, “Max says they already think that.”
“Yeah well,” you huff out in mild annoyance, stuttering over your words at the thought of Lando discussing your relationship status with someone. “Max doesn’t know everything.” 
“Yeah, I wouldn’t date you in a million years,” mouthing off, he turns to look at you with a sour face, “too snobby.”
“You talk like you’re not daddy’s money too.” The reaction of your middle finger poking out is almost reflexive. “You’re not my type anyway.”
“That’s a lie. You thought I was cute when I first met you.” It is a lie, a painfully bad one at that—Lando has always been a cutie; though, his constant need to annoy you in some way seemed to drown that aspect of himself out. 
“And then your personality came to light.”
The witted banter between you always comes  naturally—he would poke and prod at your last fiber of patience with him until you finally find yourself giving your attention to his words and firing something back that would be surefire dig deep had it not been aimed at somebody like Lando. 
“Doesn’t mean you don’t think I’m hot.” Sniggering, he shoots you a teasing wink, “don’t worry, I think you’re hot too.”
“I know that, everyone thinks I’m hot.”
He scoffs to himself, he says you’re a narcissist, you say it’s not narcissistic if it’s true. 
The spurt of banter is short lived, and soon enough you’re back to hearing the hum of the kitchen lights. It’s peaceful enough, better than the crescendo of club music from an hour ago.
But you’re inebriated—and needing to talk to keep yourself from falling asleep while waiting on Lando, you start, “Have you ever thought about it?”
“About what?”
“You and me,” you repeat his words from earlier, but they’re not laced with the cool and calm confidence Lando had—instead, they’re shaky. You’re unsure if you want to know the answer to your own question. 
“Like…dating?” The pitch of his accent goes higher in confusion.
“Uhm, not dating per say…” you down your saliva to slow yourself before continuing, with the liquid courage flowing through your veins, the mental filter that once barricaded stupid nonsense from revealing itself is nowhere to be seen; which sucks because you could really use it right now.
“Do you mean hooking up?” Lando takes the meek stare you give as a yes, and your sudden shyness has him wanting to press you for more, “Have you?”
Have you thought about it? Screwing Lando Norris? Embarrassingly so, you’ve always wanted to sleep with an F1 driver (to know what makes these girls so insane for them, that’s what you tell yourself), but you prefer to keep those fantasies in your head, locked away in an untouchable space where nobody can reach. Still, it would be a lie to say it hadn’t crossed your mind—even if you harbor no romantic feelings towards him, people don’t usually mind sleeping with someone they find physically attractive. 
“And what if I have?” You probe, arms folding into each other as you watch Lando watch you out of the corner of his eyes. 
You’ll put him into a lot of trouble soon enough, and he dreads the day you do. “You’re funny.”
“So it never crossed your mind?”
Of course it has, look at you—unbelievably pretty even while piss-drunk and dressed in an old wrinkled t-shirt riding up your thighs. Though, he would never tell you that to your face; it would do him more worse than good. Lando might not love you in that sense, but he is a single man with an appreciative eye; he thinks many of the other drivers on the grid can attest to the fact that you’re stunning, some even going as far as using him as a means of snagging your number. He does you the favor of turning them down in your stead, though, because you would never get with any of them—he’s sure of it.
At least, that’s what he hopes. 
“Every guy has thought about hooking up with his best female friend, at least once.” He shrugs, not seeming to care about the way your mouth hangs open at his nonchalant vulgarity. Lando doesn’t actually know if it’s the truth, but he sure as hell feels that way about you, wrong or not. You don’t notice, but he’s already turned the stove burner off before facing you with a jerkish smirk, “what, did you want to try tonight?” 
“Jesus, goodnight.” You shove at his left shoulder and try to make a b-line back to his bedroom, only to be held back by Lando's outstretched arm that wraps itself around your shoulder. 
“Okay, okay,” he’s quick to plead, and he’s equally as quick to overlook the plans of goosebumps that settle across your body at his touch. “What I said was a dick move, I admit it.” Through a fanned breath, he heaves out, “but seriously, hm? What’s got you thinking about all that?”
What has got you thinking about all of this? The shots of Patron making its home in the pits of your stomach mixed with rumors that never seem to die down, maybe. There should be a warning sign, Patron & gossip: can lead to shamelessly flirting and innocently talking about topics like hookups and sex—with Lando Norris no less. 
And Lando…
He’s better than this, he knows he’s better than this, letting your suggestions lurch him into a debauched daydream of the two of you coming to a head in the bedroom of his home, skin hot from fleeting touches instead of warm alcohol, hands grabbing underneath the shirt hung over your body and finally being able to do what no other man could—
“It’s not going to happen.” 
—do for you.
You bring him out of his thoughts when you quickly dismiss the entire idea (disappointingly so), “I brought it up because I’m…bored, and drunk.” the tone of your voice goes high enough to pan your mumbled words out as a question, even you sound unconvinced of yourself. 
Lando recognizes your doubts just as you do. “You suuuure about that?” He says in a way that has you giggling schoolgirlishly into his arms and makes this a little more not-so-awkward. “You know you don’t need to lie to me.” 
While there's probably some truth to his reassuring words, he’s being bad, he wants this—maybe even more than you do, you can tell. It makes you a bit more still, knowing that he’s also, to some extent, got a hard on for you in a one-off sense. Meanwhile, Lando’s mind is going a mile a minute (it’s characteristic of someone who actually goes a mile a minute for a living), carefully observing your expressions to see what it is you’re thinking—to some degree he is a gentleman, if you say the words, he’ll forget anything was ever mentioned.
But boy does he want it.
Glassy eyes seem to pierce yours for what seems like an eternity, “Lando…” You hope your voice is calmer than how you feel, but it’s not promising; the world around you feels standstill—like you can’t even breathe for air. 
“Don’t say my name like that.” He mumbles, eyes softening at how your body relaxes into his own. The two of you dance around the point of no return, still, magnetically you gravitate towards it. You want to embrace it tonight, and worry about the mess brewing tomorrow.
“Fucking hell.” He curses in the endearing way only a Brit can, arm circling the small of your back and lips ghosting against your own, “it’s just a one time thing.” 
“Just this once…”
Just this once is what you tell yourselves when his lips catch your own, tongue languidly breaching your mouth whilst pulling you closer into him as you fall into his touch and wrap your arms around his neck. It’s just this once that he’ll push away plates and keys to pick you up and sit you on the kitchen counters for you to entangle your fingers within his curls, moaning for more as he kisses his way around your neck.
It’s just this once you’ll sleep with him.
Lando, like with everything else, is a massive tease. You should complain, but the feeling of warm hands hiking up your t-shirt short circuits your nerves and limits whatever capability you have to bite back, so you take it all; the ghostly touches, trailing kisses along your jaw, and hands wandering from the crux of your neck down to your entrance.
It aches so unfamiliarly, cotton panties are tugged haphazardly to the side and your pussy is wet and overstimulated. 
Yes, that’s the word you’ve been looking for. It’s all so overstimulating, the fading pulsations of your last orgasm brought on from having two thick fingers scissoring out of you, the puffiness of your nipples still sensitive from Lando’s ongoing oral fixation, and the feeling of his dick messily slotting itself between folds and up against your clit, it’s all just so much. 
“Lando…” You whine, “c’mon.”
He mocks you with a haughty smile, repeating his name shamelessly in a pitch much higher than your own. There’s little to be embarrassed about, yet you feel so exposed, in both a literal and figurative sense. He’s drawn two orgasms out of you with such ease, like your body is as simple to navigate as a track, all without even fucking you properly. Somewhere deep down you’re grateful he’s so observant; it’s a wildly different experience than what you’re used to in every way possible.
“Did you want me to do something? You need to use your words.” He feigns ignorance, like he doesn’t feel the clinging drag of your naked hips against his crotch. Right now, there is nothing nice about Lando—he’s brought you to the edge and left you to plead for him to dig his hands into the meat of your thighs and finally fuck you as promised. 
And with eyes barred shut, you do ask for it, muttering a quaint just put it in with a hushed whimper that shoots straight through him, fueling some kind of excessive desire to give it to you straight. 
“Lan!” Your instincts to twitch take hold of you when you feel the tip inch into you, stretching you out more than anything else. 
“Relax.” He soothes not only you, lazily thumbing your clit to distract your body from the unnerving stretch of him bottoming out, but also himself; there’s a prayer he’s mumbling at the back of his mind, asking for strength to keep him from succumbing to the biting grip your walls welcome him with, he could cum on entry alone. “That feel good?”
It feels great, but you can’t find the words to talk, so you opt for the drawn out whine that amplifies to a full moan when he finds his rhythm. You guess Lando fucks like he races, wild but calculated, hard and fast. His thrusts push you up closer to the headboard, and you think you see stars with each one. Lando’s dilated eyes are focused on the way your boobs move in tandem with his hips, which roll into your own unforgivingly. 
If this is what he gets when he does well, he needs to get those wins and that championship, as soon as possible. 
“Just like that, Lan.” You exhale out, fingers darting to grapple at his wild brown tufts, “I want more of you. Need it.”
To hear you say you need him, it makes him somewhat insane. His body is eager to close in on your own, lips ghosting over your jaw and inching closer to your ear as a hand gently finds its way to your neck.
“You feel so perfect.” He’s so breathless, practically whining into your ears about just how good you feel, It doesn’t reach you, you’re too focused on feeling every inch of dick buried into you. It feels like he’s mushing up your insides, hitting spongy walls that desperately cling to him. Every thrust is harder than his last, and the way the trimmed hair resting above his base brushes against your clit provides all the extra stimulation that has your head lazily rolling to the side.
You’re not sure when you cum, but you do. It’s wet and his name is hot on your tongue, as if you’re cheering him on to fuck you through your orgasm, and who is he to deny you? Lando’s undoubtedly happy to see the pleasure he’s giving you, his eyes blowing wide at the feeling of his lower abdomen growing soaked by your arousal. 
“Look at you,” he marvels, prideful and horny, “ever done that before?”
You haven’t—it freaks you out, yet despite all of your hurried apologies and groans of embarrassment, Lando finds himself dipping his head into the crux of your neck to suppress a groan. You’re so pretty it hurts him, his hips bore deeper into yours, hoping to get closer than humanly possible. 
When he kisses you, your legs slither around his waist as if to cage him. You’ll be the death of him—the two of you are playing a dangerous game, and you both know it. 
“You shouldn’t do that,” he smiles against your lips, and your body melts like putty, malleable enough for him to pry your legs from its digging into his back and push them closer towards you by your thighs. 
His pace noticeably falters when you flutter around him. You’re muttering something about coming inside, pleading for it—but he pays you no mind; you’re intoxicated by the feeling of dopamine, and as much as he would love it, the feeling of stuffing you full, he’s a smarter man than that.
He cums with a guttural fuck, barely managing to rip himself away from your clutches and spill himself onto your stomach—and you just watch, doe eyed and jolted by the warm feeling on your skin. You both pant heavily against one another, until all you can hear is the noise of the London night leaking in from an ajar window.
“Hey.” He lazes out, rubbing circles on your thigh.
“Hi.”
“This can’t—” happen again, get out to anyone—there’s so much he could say, but you would rather not hear it. Not tonight.
“Yeah.”
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tags: @babyvinnie @leclercdream @im-an-overthinker@ririyulife @1655clean @sukisheadlights @harrysdimple05 @drunkinthemiddleoftheday
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stuckinapril · 2 months
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what red flags should i look for in a man?
I actually feel like I’m a good person to ask this question, not bc I’ve had a long healthy relationship or anything, but bc I’ve humored walking red flags way more than I should’ve lmao. Btw this list doesn’t go for just men. It can apply to man, woman, or any human being across the board. Ok so:
When someone tells you they’re not ready for a relationship, BELIEVE THEM. Idc what the reason is. Idc if it’s bc they aren’t that into you or if they have shit going on. They just told u straight up. Appreciate that and just leave. Please. For me.
Piggybacking off that point—listen to people when they tell you who they are in general!!! This was a major 2023 lesson for me. People self-report all the time, whether it be friends or romantic interests. Most people are legitimately incapable of hiding who they really are. Pay attention. Do not ignore the signs, however small. I could’ve saved myself so much trouble if I didn’t just pretend Not to See.
Not consoling you when you need it because “they’re not good with emotions.” This is just an excuse for being lazy. They just don’t wanna put the work into being there for you properly—especially if you’ve already gone through the trouble of communicating this to them.
People who talk the talk but don’t walk the walk. Actions over words. Actions over words always.
Fuck overextended talking stages. If you wanna know more about me, let’s plan something in person. Otherwise you run the risk of getting attached to someone who’s possibly nothing like how they actually are in front of you.
If you’re having to “communicate” extensively with a person like a month in, as in there are lots of miscommunications and misunderstandings and things you don’t like about them or they don’t like about you, I’d probably just drop it. I learned this the hard way last year after burning through a lot of friendships where I found that we didn’t know each other that long at all, but there was already a plethora of problems to work through. This can apply to relationships just as well. If you’re asking a person to change this early in, or they’re asking you to change this early in, it’s probably just not a match.
Mostly talking about themselves. Not asking you anything about yourself in return. Ew.
It takes months to actually know a person’s true nature. That’s typically around the time people start showing their true colors. Ik a lot of people choose to commit like a month in, so just take that as u will.
Fucking competing with you. People who’re incapable of just being happy for other people without inserting themselves into it are insufferable. Immediate next.
This isn’t conscious behavior, and all of us are guilty of it, but people have an innate habit of taking advantage of your fantasies. If they know you’re desperate for their attention, they’ll get lazy (even if they don’t realize it). If they know they’re the object of your desire, they will leverage that to get your benefits without putting in the work. This is like playing cards and immediately showing someone your hand. Do not do that. This isn’t “playing hard to get”—it’s just guarding yourself until you’re sure you can trust the other person.
Not always the case, but a lot of times the way someone’s last relationship ended is pretty telling for how yours will go. ESPECIALLY if they’re not at all remorseful about how the last one went down, lol. You’re not the exception.
People are busy and taking a while to respond is O.K., but if it’s a continuous pattern of them taking forever to reply, it’s probably just a matter of priorities (and you’re not theirs). Sorry.
Pls take the ego out of the talking stage and recognize that love bombing is not flattering. I’ve reprogrammed my brain to where any time someone is doing way too much like three seconds in, I get the ick. I’ve legit dropped guys over this. It’s such a red flag to me. They either don’t have a life, or just are a natural love bomber (who will overwhelm you w compliments and attention only to fizzle out just as quickly), or they know exactly what they’re doing and they’re playing to your ego. Whichever it is, ick. Big ick.
The way they talk about other people is a major tell. This goes for friends and romantic interests. I think a bit of gossip will always be unavoidable, but if someone is liberally trash-talking other people—ESPECIALLY EX-FRIENDS OR EX-PARTNERS—you could literally be next. Anyone who thrives off badmouthing other people / hating on others / just generally not giving others grace doesn’t have exceptions. You’re their focus for now. It could just as easily be you tomorrow.
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Alright so, I wouldn't have finished this so soon but some of you showed interest in my silly ramblings sooooo... here are some of my headcanons for Larry's 'aloof' personality.
Asperger Syndrome
-Since he was a small child, there were a few behavioral differences between him and the rest of the children.
He never really knew how to properly communicate. That might be very common in children BUT he literally had struggles trying to explain anything. Sentences like: 'I want that' or 'can I have that?' were never on his tongue and lots of time he'd get upset at himself/ people around him for not being able to read his mind and take care of his demands. This kind of behavior crosses a bit into 'anti-social' tenancies. (Hard time to communicate, preferred playing alone, very poor social skills, etc) Shortly, his 'forever-upset' personality resulted in children excluding/ isolating him from their games and plays.
-Larry didn't know why nobody wanted to play with him, why everybody avoided him like plague and gave him dubious looks. Throughout his kindergarten and early-school years he never made friends, never had any significant relationships except with his parents.
Why did nobody see these signs and act accordingly?
We're in the late 90's. There's no such thing as ‘diagnosing kids with mental illness’ unless they've got some kind of schizophrenia that really makes them act out. Parents had little to no information about mental health, let alone autism and how it manifests in children. Rough times but that's how they were.
-Growing up lonely, Larry found his refuge in drawing and writing silly little cartoon stories. Solo hobbies are extremely common in the autistic spectrum, especially when they come in package with die-hard fixations/ obsessions.
-Sensorial sensibility: he can’t stand bright lights in his basement. That’s why he always keeps a small desk lamp on and nothing else to see around him.
-In school, he did poorly. The motto was: it’s either you’re the only one who gets it and nobody else does OR everybody else gets it and you’re the only one who doesn’t. No way in between these two.
-The internal struggle of 'Why am I like this? Why do they hate me? What's wrong with me?' never left his brain. Now, communication was absolutely required no matter if he liked it or not. That's school, you're supposed to answer stuff, use your brains to solve problems and get through the day.
-Firstly, he did what his autistic mind told him to do.. he went fully fucking honest and blunt. With every occasion when he got asked about something, he innocently pointed out everything that bothered him/ seemed wrong or annoying without any fucking filter whatsoever. Needless to say, his true-nature approach didn’t escape punishment. His mother was called, the teachers complained that he’s ‘too mean and arrogant’ , ‘never focused’ , ‘too lazy and selfish’ etc. Everything while Larry looked like a fucking deer in the highlights telling his mom that he didn't do nothing wrong.
-When he finally understood that ‘being honest’ wasn't the key for normal human-communication, that's when his mind began searching for other ways to go by.
-Masking-
Masking was the second option.
-He watched, heard, studied, learned and taught himself the Fine Arts of mimicking normal human response in social situations. Now, that's how he mostly made it work.
-As a chill but tragically misunderstood child, he had finally learned how to make friends. It started with Ash and Maple (alternative music and general outcasts) and later in middle-school, Ash presented him to Todd. (Now, I'd rant about Rob and their 'brother from another mother' dynamic and friendship but that's for another long post if any of you are interested)
-When his father abruptly disappeared from the family frame, it just.... made everything ten thousand times worse for Larry (This is gonna be another post if you're interested)
-All in all, now with a select group of friends he’s still aloof, weird, too loud or too quiet sometimes BUT at least he’s not alone and miserable anymore.
Normally, he's a laid back dude, a stoner (autism and substance abuse is another headache of a post..) a metalhead and maybe just a little delinquent sometimes after 8 pm because of teenage rebellion and all that stuff.
-His ‘masking act’ falls sometimes when he talks about painting, video games, music and basically everything that interests him. Asperger in boys is a lot different than in girls. Girls tend to keep their ‘masking act’ better than boys as boys often don't realize when they slip and start talking miles and miles about their favorite hobbies/ subjects without noticing if the person they're talking to completely loses their interest or gets angry for being talked over and interrupted all the time.
His friends find him a bit annoying at times cause… fuck, who like being talked over? but they’re so used to him that it’s just common and gets easily forgotten.
-When the sudden chronic-insomnia hit him, the fatigue and lethargy didn't go unnoticed by Lisa. Finally, she managed to drag him to a doctor that surprisingly or not, completely missed to diagnose him with autism. The shrink blamed his insomnia on weed (another rant here) and …. ADHD?. Larry took the classic DSM-4 test (oh boy, gotta love the 90′s..) it came back negative on symptoms, confirming everybody that he didn't have ADHD. (Now, I know that the two behavioral illnesses often came in package but with Larry it wasn't the case) After that, nobody did anything.
-Now, he lives freely his teenage years hanging out with Sal, regularly smoking weed, getting deeply offended by the un-true belief that he might have ADHD, still trying to figure out what's actually wrong with him that no shrink or DSM could tell and ultimately enjoying his hobbies and little shenanigans him and his best amigo do.
-The ‘masking act’ has long become an automatic behavior, an unconscious switch for normal social situations so, now he’s most definitely not aware that he’s doing it. 
Sal highly suspects him of being autistic due to the fact that he had far more contacts with doctors and psychiatrists in his entire life that he knows VERY WELL the red flags or autistic behaviors. That and because of their first interaction when Larry was like ‘Sup, you like metal? You GOTTA like metal!’ it screams autism from a fucking mile.
This post is embarrassingly LONG and useless.. and I'll shut the fuck up now for real. BUT If anyone feels like asking questions or going deeper down this rabbit hole, feel free to text me <3 as I love waffling about psychology and pretty much anything lol.
Sorry for my bad English, I did my best in trying to explain all that's written above. These are just some of my little silly headcanons and possibly?? more in-depth explanations for some of the things that go on in my SF fanfic.
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sunshinecherryblossom · 5 months
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Illogical answer to justify Naruto's ending 💀💀😑😑🙄
And same old same old. Sakura always loved Sasuke, Hinata always loved Naruto... oh really?
You know what these arguments are, besides "lazy?" Sexist. On both the guys and gals. the women are defined by who their first loves are and NOTHING ELSE.! They must get with their first loves otherwise their involvement in the plot is pointless. They have no goals in life nor purpose in the story than to "walk down the isle to become Mrs. Uzumaki/Mrs. Uchiha". The men's feelings don't count or matter. Naruto always loved Sakura but I guess that doesn't matter because he must notice the shy girl that always held a torch for him even though she did NOTHING to ease his loneliness and being hated by the village. Sasuke did not love Sakura until she wore him down to give her a baby. CHAPTER 693 CONFIRMS THIS. Now, anyone until today, for some weird reason, here sees Sasuke's lines in that chapter as "I love her so I must keep her out of my life, I don't deserve her?" I guess pro-enders see it that way. What I saw was "Why does she even love me? She is deluding herself with some fairy tale." But ok... just make a sense and i'm a salty fan
Ok, let's go:
The the whole "oh Naruto and Sakura are just friends argument. Again, "lazy". And so what if they are friends? That is WAY MORE that either of them can even claim to be with their TRUE LOVES.  Well, let's see: Naruto ignores Hinata and never spends time with her after "knocking her up", so their relationship was like it has always been which is her only being in the back of his mind until it calls to his attention that she exists. Sasuke left Sakura to fend for herself and his daughter for over a decade and never bothered to visit or check up on them. Again this relationship is exactly how it how it was before the ending and when he last left to go with Orochimaru, him giving for this woman throwing herself at his feet. These are seriously the romances that these pro-ending fans were always imagining? The spouses just tolerate and acknowledge their marriages because there are bound by it? No romance anymore, no intimate communication at all, and the fathers not even bothering to bond with their kids unless the plot "demands it"?. Ok
I seriously would love to ask these defenders of this just friends argument "okay so you always had only platonic feelings for your opposite sex friends? You were never attracted to any of them and only see them as a brother or sister? So why are some of you SOOO INFURIATED by this  thing called "friend zoning" that you project on to these fictional characters? Friend zoning was never even a thing then, because you can never be attracted to a friend nor will EVER move past friendship. So Sasuke sees Sakura as a friend so he was never attracted to her, right? And Naruto sees Hinata as a friend and was never attracted to her either, yes? Neither guy indicates that they were love struck with their respective ladies early on did they, so are they friends or are they strangers? Ultimately, either stop using "just friends" as an excuse for when it conveniences you or acknowledge that "just friends" works "both ways", so YOUR PREFERENCE OF SHIPPING is also a fallacy. Naruto and Sakura may be friends but HEY do you see Hinata supporting Naruto's dream? Does she ever encourage Naruto's Dream of becoming Hokage or offer her support of Bringing Sasuke back or does she just tell herself what a hunky man-candy Naruto is because of his showing inner strength and determination that she vicariously wants due to her OWN LACK OF A SPINE? Does Hinata ever encourage Naruto when he is down or depressed? Does she show to to improve herself in any way because Naruto inspires her and makes her self stronger as a person (like typical love interests do in this scenario)? Did Sasuke ever become a pillar of emotional support for Sakura? does he ever consider her happiness and puts it above his own? Sure he protected her in the forest of death but so did Rock Lee and Naruto also saved her from being killed here and there so that means nothing.
So in short, do these canon couples have any EMOTIONAL CONNECTION to each other? I don't see it. Do you? Naruto and Sakura showed that plenty of times during the manga's run but never with the two that they are supposed to be "in love with". and it is always Emotional connection that is the foundation of a romantic relationship. Even if you are  just physically attracted to someone and it works out, if there is no emotional connection the relationship is pointless. And Again I see none of that with the so called Planned form the beginning NaruHina and definitely not with SasukSaku. NaruSaku on the other hand has evidence spread across the entire run of the series
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Here is my submission for @dribbonart 's amedot fusion competition! I like her a lot, although there are a couple of things I probably could have done a bit better lol
Steven is there for height comparison. All of the text on the page is in the alt text :)
I have A LOT of notes under the cut, which can get a bit stream-of-consciousness-y (because I can never just be chill about something bsdjaksjdlskd),, so I apologise in advance for how long it is 😭
Early research notes:
Mixing amethyst and peridot's skin colours together gets you a kind of sage green colour, so I researched to light green gems
Aventurine stuck out to me as it was the only one i found where it was actually described as sage green, so i thought 'that's perfect' lol
A lot of the healing properties of green aventurine I think resonate with both amethyst and peridot's personalities, from its promotion of friendship to its emission of positive energy
I liked that one of the sites i used to research aventurine mentioned ancient civilisations' usage of green aventurine and i wanted to incorporate that into the fusion's design/personality
It's important to me for her to have aspects of both amethyst and peridot shown in the design somewhere. Most of the time when i design fan fusions I do this in their hair, which is not different this time. I made her hair long, with a bushy tail on her braid representing amethyst, and her three skull braids representing peridot's triangle hair. Her hair is also in a braid bc when i hear the word adventure for some reason the first thing i think of is Lara Croft so,,, thats why i gave her a braid 😅
I wanted her body design to kind of resemble athleisure-wear since she loves relaxing but can get up and go at any point, ready for adventure! She also doesn't need to be complicated. I don't think she needs extra limbs etc since she has her vision power.
Obviously the crystal gems are very important to both amethyst and peridot, so I wanted to give her at least one star on her body. Her torso seemed like the most obvious place, but I'm not sure if she should have more elsewhere, too. The star on her torso can be like a tattoo.
I think she would be very intense in her love for her friends, which might make people uncomfortable. She will back off if she senses this, but she means well I promise!!
She can be spontaneous when it comes to her adventuring, sometimes dragging Steven and the other gems from their beds to go on a Cool Adventure (pearl is NOT a fan of this lmao)
When I say 'adventuring' I really mean just travelling and/or exploring new places, which could be anything from a new city to a deep jungle. Normally these adventures don't last longer than a couple of days... unless they get lost..........
A few amedot related rambles notes:
One of my favourite things about amedot is that they're sooo opposite. I'm such a big opposites-attract truther almost everything I ship there's one puppy dog and one wet cat there's nothing i love more than polar opposite pairings <3
With that said they also share a few things (cough being short asses cough) such as their love of their friends (even if they show it in different ways) and they can both be pretty headstrong. They both had their own journeys - amethyst with her self confidence and feeling inferior, and peridot with unlearning the system of homeworld and the traditions she was so used to. They both had to learn how to love themselves enough to be able to stand up for what they believe in and to let themselves be true to themselves (i hope that makes sense lol)
I think their opposing traits can be quite complementary. Peridot is quite intense; she gets excited about her favourite things and she gets embarrassed easily. Amethyst is more laid-back and tends to roll her own way. They complement each other well.
More refined notes:
Amethyst's personality: Mellow Lazy/messy (affectionate) Improved self-esteem Fiercely loyal
Peridot's personality: Self-confident Smart (robotics) Analytical Intense interests/personality Learned to enjoy life/appreciate Earth
Aventurine properties:
Quartz
Name comes from Italian for adventure
Known as a heart-healer for it's relation to the heart chakra
Said to bring prosperity in all facets of life
Emits a positive energy, slows overactive minds, guides lost spirits, promotes friendships
Ancients Tibetans used it in statues, believing it's glimmer gave them higher vision
Amazon tribes used it in jewellery, believing it gave their royalty and warriors guidance in battles
Aventurine personality:
Self-confident
Enjoys seeking adventure but really values her downtime
Adores her friends - loyal
Can take charge if needed
Can be spontaneous with adventuring
Emotional decision-maker
Although she is very smart, she tends to think with her heart rather than her head
She has a special power - higher vision grants her the ability to see for miles and can focus in any person/thing in the present
Similar to Sapphire's future vision but stays in the present
She gets her street smarts and go-with-the-flow attitude from Amethyst
She gets her intense love and confidence from Peridot
Hyper but content in life
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pirateherokillian · 1 year
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Like Two Birds of a Feather
Summary: Which was how she now found herself staring at him in the blinking green and red lights, wondering how anybody could look at him and see disappointment. Rating: G Warnings: None AO3 A/N: Merry Christmas, @nachocheese-itsmycheese (agh, it won’t let me tag you! I’m so sorry!) Tis I, your @cssecretsanta2020 Santa!! It’s been such a delight getting to know you this holiday season! I am so sorry I couldn’t be a more chatty Santa. Life was just kicking me down good this month. But I hope you enjoy your gift and had some fun with the messages I was able to send! And again, have a very Merry Christmas!!
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Emma watched him in the dim, twinkling lights of her tiny Christmas tree tucked away in the corner of her small apartment’s living room. He’d fallen asleep partway through Home Alone 2, pieces of chocolate chip cookies still smudged around his lips and the Santa hat he’d dawned some hours ago slipping down over his eyes.
It made him look childlike and it made her heart ache all that much more that this was probably his first Christmas Eve where he’d really been allowed to embrace all the things so many took advantage of as a kid.
She had always believed those who grew up with their real families around the holidays had it better off. They must have - not feeling like an unwanted spare piece thrown into a place it didn’t belong. Getting everything you always wanted - being well off enough to feel joy and comfort and all the warm fuzzies.
In fact, she had woken up just that morning still very ingrained in that belief. She had gone about the day leading up to her foster sister’s new inlaws’ Christmas party feeling all kinds of envious and ill-fitting. Emma was finally going to see how all those all-American families in all the holiday movies lived in real time. 
Only, she hadn’t. What she had witnessed was a narcissistic ass of a father shower praise on his oldest son while dragging his younger son through the proverbial mud. Sling around words like ‘successful’ and ‘ambitious’, and ‘lazy’ and ‘rudderless’.
It had been a shock to her system, to say the least. Because if there was one thing Emma Swan had always known about Killian Jones, it was that the man knew what he wanted in life. His confidence and his drive had come off as quite arrogant and aggravating at first, in fact. She had wanted to hate him because of it - that and his obvious privilege. The son of a wealthy businessman and certainly not lacking in charm and self-assurance, there was nothing in the world that could shake Killian. 
Nothing, it seemed, except his own father. 
Emma had never seen him look so ashamed of himself as Brennan Jones continued to boast on and on about Liam’s achievements before and since marrying Elsa. It was all she could do not to rush across the room and punch the pompous jerk’s nose straight through the back of his skull. In order to keep her hands to herself and not cause any kind of scene, she had kept a close eye on Killian. When he had slowly begun to back out of the room and make his way towards the side door that led to the expansive back porch, she had soon followed. 
He had looked so small and lost, sitting with his knees tucked up to his chest as he stared absently out into the Christmas-light covered shrubbery. 
“How long has it been like this?” She had asked softly after sitting quietly next to him for a while. 
“As long as I can remember.”
Killian had confessed to her that it was always worse during the holidays. That the expectations of his father had always been so exceedingly high, and that the reputation of the family had always been the most important thing. He’d never been able to live up to any of it. Even as a kid.
“I’ve always fallen quite short. Though I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you, Swan.”
She had shoved at him in mock indignation. It was true, they’d had a rocky start to their friendship. Emma had always considered them like oil and water - didn’t mix well at all. But ever since Elsa and Liam had announced their engagement a year and a half prior, she had felt herself getting closer and closer to her sister’s fiance’s little brother. 
It was what had prompted her to suddenly ask Killian if he’d wanted to get out of there. That she had everything needed to whip up some chocolate chip cookies and maybe they could find some Christmas movies on tv or something. 
Which was how she now found herself staring at him in the blinking green and red lights, wondering how anybody could look at him and see disappointment. It had been somewhere between him accidentally flinging flour around her kitchen with the hand mixer and her slipping on some egg she’d dropped on the floor that Emma realized…
She loved him. 
It hadn’t hurt that he had caught her as she fell, their lips mere inches from each other as he softly asked if she was okay. She had snorted and brushed flour along his cheek as she climbed out of his arms, but not before she’d caught the flash of that familiar kind of feeling in his gaze. 
“Something wrong with my face?” 
Emma jumped slightly as she realized she’d been caught up in the moment from earlier in her kitchen. She blinked back into focus and saw Killian watching her with a lazy, sleepy smile. His blue eyes sparkled from behind white Santa fuzz and half-closed lids. 
“Oh yeah,” Emma nodded solemnly and got a curious eyebrow raised at her in return. “It’s smothered in chocolate, you slob.”
His smile grew and she got a two-eyebrow wiggle this time. “I mean, if you wanted to help me clean myself up…” His finger came up and tapped at his lips.
Emma knew he was teasing. That Killian was just trying to make light of the obvious, yet not completely uncomfortable, tension that had been hovering around them… well, for quite some time. 
And yet, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward and pressing her lips tightly to his. He hummed in mild surprise before his hand came up and curled around the side of her neck, his fingers brushing up into her hair. With his other hand on her hip, he helped her find a comfortable position straddling his lap. 
Emma tried the best she could to convey all her feelings into the kiss. To let him know that he didn’t, in fact, fall short in all that he did. Not even a little bit. 
Killian seemed to get the message well enough because, when Emma pulled back from him after some time, he looked dazed but happy. 
“Swan, that was…”
“I know.” She pressed her forehead to his, bringing her own hand up to play with his hair much like he was still doing with hers. “Now how about we make some more new traditions together… snuggle up like two birds of a feather or… however the hell it goes?”
Killian chuckled and sat up, holding her to him tightly as he did. “Aye, love. Sounds like a most wonderful time to me.”
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astranne · 2 years
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hello! if possible may i request ganyu for max level friendship. i just like her a lot.
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MAX LEVEL FRIENDSHIP sagau!ganyu
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fandom genshin impact
series in which genshin characters reach level 10 in friendship and become self aware
word count 361
series masterlist // series masterlist liyue // navigation
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notes // hi hi anon ^^ of course, i'll gladly write something for ganyu! i just hope i can do her justice (damn, how many times did i already say that??) since i don't have her and haven't done her story yet. (sue me, i'm a lazy genshin player) i hope you still like it <33
warnings // hints of god!reader
Ganyu has always known her powers and strength surpassed those of a normal mortal. Not only because she is an adepti, but also because her many years of experience helped with that. She had many years of cryo vision use under her belt and it showed.
Strength was not something she lacked; she just didn't show it that often. Why should she? Liyue was in peace time, so there was no need for her to go all out. Not to mention, it costs energy to do that, and this regularly. As well time. Time she would rather use for her work or to catch up on sleep.
Yet when she came across enemies on her travels, as rare as they were, she always made fast work with them. The hilichurls and slimes didn't stand a chance, not with her supbar weapon, gifted by Rex Lapis himself.
While Ganyu was strong, probably one of the stronger vision users in Liyue, she wasn't the strongest. And that was alright. Her admiration for Lady Ningguang or Yaksha Xiao, was nothing but true, for she didn't care about friliances like measuring her strength and power with others.
That didn't change and would probably never change, yet she noticed how she became stronger, more powerful, and closer to the people she admires.
Her cryo vision froze her enemies even more, shattered everything when she hit them after freezing them, and drawing her bow was never easier. First she thought it was a passing blessing from her lord, Rex Lapis, but Cloud Retainer denied this.
While she still believed it was Rex Lapis, she let the matter rest and never mentioned it again. Not until she heard the voice. The voice was speaking in her ear, murmuring and whispering.
It wasn't the voice of Rex Lapis, much softer spoken and more powerful. She could hear it. The power of the voice. With only a few words, Ganyu knew that whoever blessed her was more powerful than any of the seven Archons.Maybe surpassing even Celestia.
Yet she didn't care for such matters; she was just happy someone was now always with her, even if she couldn't see them.
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ASTRANNE 2022
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newronantic · 2 years
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BYLER FICS PART 2
usually i read tons of fics, make a masterlist, then maybe add a few more as the hyperfixation fades out. that clearly did not happen this time. i had 12 pages of ao3 history to sort through for this. enjoy part 2!
EVERY SINGLE WORK BY BYLIEVER
Byler are married with kids! There’s lots of flashbacks to them as kids, them dealing with trauma, and them being incredible parents. They have 12 works and i’m too lazy to tag all of them but i’m obsessed with every single one
Byler in College by orphan_account
An account of Mike and Will's first year of college, recounting their experiences, the changes in their lives, and how their relationship grows and develops over the year.
Shrike by StepfordSnarker
It's the late '80s, and Will is coping with the loneliness of having left the Party behind. Somehow, through it all, he still has feelings for his childhood best friend, Mike, though he's growing to regret that fact more with each passing day.
It's the early '90s, and Mike is coming to understand that there are some people worth losing your false sense of self for. But now that Mike and Will have parted ways, this realization may have come too late.
Mike Wheeler is Doing Just Fine by AtomosphericNonsense
Mike Wheeler is doing just fine. No. Really. He’s okay. He’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with him. Nothing to see here, just mind your own fucking business. 
(AKA: local stressed and queer teen has a mental breakdown, yells at a lake, and then has several more breakdowns.)
Where It All Makes Sense by jancies
It had been three years. Three years since Vecna. Three years since California. Three years since Will almost admitted his true feelings for Mike. He just wished there could’ve been a moment. A moment where it all made sense.
baby, we’re perfect by bookinit
Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out.
you rearrange me ‘til i’m sane by miketozier (smallcuts)
Will has never had a girlfriend (or a boyfriend) before. There may or may not be one person behind the reason why.
anything, anything by inblue
Five years after the Byers family leaves Hawkins, Mike and Will rediscover each other within a small apartment in New York.
i’d make a deal with god by smoosnoom (moonsooms)
Will finally rips off the band-aid. Mike won't let him.
just a secret under lock and key until then by willow_lark
Mike Wheeler's birthday is tomorrow. December 20th. The day he, like all people on their sixteenth birthday, will swap places with and discover his soulmate. He and El have been planning the logistics for weeks, and it's kind of getting on Will's nerves.
Will, for one, really doesn't want to see Mike tomorrow, especially not when they haven't spoken in years and Will's still bitter about the breakdown of their friendship. He doesn't want to think about Mike Wheeler. Or his feelings for him. And, despite what he may want, he's pretty sure that he's not ever going to have a soulmate anyway.
That's four things that Will holds as firm convictions. Only one of them will actually end up true.
He doesn't actually need to see Mike Wheeler in order to have to deal with him.
real sweet but i wish you were sober by ew_spaghetti0310
3 times mike drunkenly tells will he loves him + one time he was sober
you are so gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by andiwriteordie
It's sophomore year of college, and Max's best friend, Mike Wheeler, has just met the guy of his dreams. The only problem? Mike's mystery crush just so happens to be dating the guy of Max's dreams.
Static Re-Connection by IllogicalFallacy
A miles-apart, oblivious mutual pining, emotional summer vacation disaster-fest starring Mike, Will, and one incredibly unreliable radio connection.
kiss it better by beansie
Mike and Will, through the years and in between the lines of friendship and something more.
What do you do now, Will the Wise? by RainbowNixie
The party is playing D&D together and Mike, as the dungeon master, won’t stop trying to make the Paladin and the Cleric flirt. He’s basically making moves on Will through the game. Will is caught off guard by this, and doesn’t know how to respond to the following question:
What do you do now, Will the Wise?
Everything comes down to a simple roll of dice.
the boyfriend problem by RomeoWrites
Ted Wheeler thinks Mike has been dating Will since they were twelve-years-old. And Mike doesn’t know quite what to do with that information. Until he does.
chiron in gemini by babydraygen
Christmas, 1986.
More than half the town of Hawkins evacuated when the first earthquake hit in the spring. For those that stayed, life is carrying on as normal. Or as close to normal as it can get. Sometimes lights flicker, you get used to it.
Then Max Mayfield wakes up from her eight month long coma and it's hard to pretend things are ever going to be the way they used to.
Roll for Strength by midnighteverlark
Mike has been acting weird lately - making excuses, being evasive, smiling to himself when he thinks no one is looking. And the hickeys are the nail in the coffin. Will knows Mike has a new girlfriend that he hasn't told anyone about, and he's determined to dig up clues about this secret lady-love. Not because he's jealous. Will has moved on from Mike - really. He refuses to spend his whole life pining over someone who's never going to want him. He just wants to find out about this mystery girl, to make sure she's right for Mike and she's treating him well.
But when Mike invites his lab partner from biology along to a party, Will is a tad distracted from his mission. Because Emmett is pretty clearly gay.
time after time by bookinit
The fact that Mike is single now isn’t relevant. It can’t be relevant. Another girl will come along, and it won’t be Will because he doesn’t have the right parts. Wasn’t born the right way, the way that Mike would have preferred. It’s fine, except for the fact that it’s not fine at all, except for the fact that it’s so not fine that Will’s life is in imminent danger due to how fucked up he is over it.
But boys don’t cry, according to The Cure, so Will won’t either. He’s trying to take it to heart.
who am i (to ask for more) by bookinit
Five times Will Byers came out, and the one time someone came out to him.
i don’t want you like a best friend by andiwriteordie
Five times Mike Wheeler tells someone else about the feelings he has for his best friend, plus one time he actually tells his best friend.
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themusingsofmitsuki · 2 years
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Birthday Wish
He wakes up next to you, his enemy.
A/N: Hi guys! This is the first time I’m writing for this fandom, so I hope you guys enjoy this fluff 💕 Needed to write this down because I couldn’t find birthday fics about my best Genshin boy.
Tags: #childexreader #enemiestolovers #fluff #sfw
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“Behold, the abyss…” Crackles of lightning followed those words, and he dodged to strike at the tall, purple beast’s head.
Blue eyes shot open, only to be met by the sunlight and an unfamiliar room.
Blinking twice more, he turned to see… Your sleeping—snoring—figure?
The person who he’s had a death match with at the Golden House—you, who’s always met his smiling face with dagger-like glares, you, who swore never to be his friend—is now peacefully latched on his arm? And what’s more, you have a small smile on your lips. Red dust sprinkles his face, and his heart feels strangely warm at—whatever this is.
The room was unfamiliar, but classically decorated with Liyue’s furnishings. How odd it is for him to feel at peace in such a place that is supposedly shouldn’t welcome him.
“Are you done watching, love?” You asked with a slight lilt in your tone, still with eyes closed.
“Love?” Since when? He rubbed his eyes—this is impossible.
“Yes,” your eyelids fluttered open, “love?” You giggled.
As much as you had your little rivalry going on all this time, he felt his chest twinge at your words. For all your promises of not taking up his friendship, you eventually did—how could you not, when he knocked the air out of his lungs just for his little brother’s surprise gift? You eventually found yourself getting soft around him—agreeing to his occasional spars, getting thrilled to the point of your knives.
But even then, he never thought he’d wake up beside you. He couldn’t dream of you ever feeling the same, until today.
“Ajax, what’s gotten into you, love?” Your hand finding its way to his cheek.
“Nothing, just thinking about how my wish came true.” His eyes looked much soft, and his lips were curved into a lazy smile.
“Of course it did, you get to fight with me every day.” You playfully roll your eyes, and he lets out a hearty laugh.
“So that’s how it is? Think of it as training for when we conquer the world,” he paused, “but I suppose I already conquered the world.” He held your chin and gazed deeply into you.
“I love you too, and,” flustered, you manage to mutter “Happy birthday, Ajax.” You leaned into his warm lips, he felt your ticklish breath—the surreal feeling of finally having you.
And then the cold, Snezhnayan air hit his face. His sight adjusted around his dark room, only to realize he wasn’t somewhere in sunny Liyue—and that you weren’t snuggled next to him. So much for a birthday wish being anything but a birthday dream.
But wishes do come true, and dreams become reality. With the world at his feet one day, you’re sure to be at the top with him… Once he figures out how to tell you how he feels, without blades and blood on the floor.
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hi lizzie. do you have any advice for someone who is very much not on their own side
yes!!! for me it was 3 separate pieces all kind of coming together over the course of the past few years. the first 18 years of my life were a long stretch of ‘if i can just make it to adulthood and out of this house it’ll all be okay’ and once i made it i was very quickly realizing that everything was not, in fact, okay. some of this might not be as relevant for you if you aren’t someone with c-ptsd but for me this is what helped!!
1) If everyone else is a person, you have to be a person too. Things that apply to all people must be true for you as well.
that’s where I had to start because that’s where my self-esteem was- it was really hard for me to convince myself that i deserved to eat, let alone that i deserved friendship, love, or affection. i would have myself come up with Rules for All People. all people deserve enough food to fuel their body. all people have inherent worth without needing to prove anything. all people deserve friends who treat them well. this really helped me confront the hypocrisy in my own brain and helped me see how flawed my own perspective of myself is- it’s really hard for me to think of myself as a person automatically and it’s much easier for me to come up with things i think are true for all humans and then logically i Must be part of that group.
2) Nothing will get better unless you try / you have to trust yourself.
dude i wasn’t even trying for such a long time. i think that a big part of this was my obsession with rescue/found family stories as a kid- i expected a safe loving adult to swoop in and save me and teach me how to be a person and obviously that never happened, but i didn’t realize the fantasy persisted. i wanted my friends to let me tearfully confess my childhood and have that magically make it better, i wanted a picture-perfect significant other to scoop me into their arms and erase my childhood… this isn’t to say that talking about your loved ones with your feelings doesn’t improve things, but that mental health recovery has to be an individual journey at the end of the day. you have to want to get better and work at it. part of this for me was working on not lying to myself. i would think ‘it’s okay that i’m laying in bed for 12 straight hours today, i’ll get up and clean tomorrow’ all while knowing full well i wasn’t gonna fuckin do that for a second. it was always tomorrow, next week, next year, things will be different, but then i wouldn’t take any action to make things different. i started to practice telling myself i would do things and following through. this feels really silly to type out bc it sounds so simple but self-discipline was one of the biggest skills i was lacking and teaching myself it has made a HUGE difference. it’s really hard to learn how to make yourself do things you don’t want to do but if you start small and ramp up it’s way easier.
3) You’re allowed to have fun.
everyone in this goddamn world will try and convince you you can’t have fun and it makes it so hard to stay on your own team. shame is a really powerful weapon of control and it’s so easy to start to internalize it until you feel guilty about EVERYTHING. guilt about eating food, what kind of food, if it was too much food… guilt about rest, about oversleeping, about productivity… idk i feel like there’s a million rules to follow about what my life ‘should’ look like and none of them seem quite that focused on the enjoyment of that life. i started to try and practice looking at my choices with less judgement and more focus on enjoyment. sure i can spend five hours on tiktok and then tell myself i’m lazy and terrible because of it but that doesn’t actually do or solve anything- i’m beating myself up because i feel like i should. what’s more useful is to think ‘did i enjoy that time genuinely? do i even remember any of the videos i watched? did i do that because i get joy out of it or because it’s easier than being bored?’ tiktok is my example because it’s the app i most easily fall into using out of habit and not enjoyment, but i also genuinely really enjoy tiktok when i use it in a specific way (crochet inspo, rewatching my favorite covers of songs… instead of just the FYP)
this ended up being really long rip i hope it’s useful to you anon!!!! please keep in mind i’m not a mental health expert of any kind i am just someone who is too poor to afford therapy and has spent countless hours reading books and online resources in an attempt to not feel like a pit of sadness on a day to day basis lol. please feel free to send me more asks or message me if you want to talk more (this goes for anyone reading this as well!!!!!) ✨💖💖
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Hello, I see you found Tommy's blog, and as much as I'm okay with other people seeing it, I draw a line at messing with his mind. You're trying to play a hero and “““save””” him, but what makes you think you know him better than he does? If he says he's happy with me, which is fully true if you aren't aware, then why would you doubt that and gaslight him into thinking I bring him nothing but harm?!
You claim that I'm a bad friend to Tommy just because he's afraid of me, but I must disappoint you – he simply misunderstood my intentions and panicked over nothing. Tell me, how do you expect him to learn anything if he's only rewarded for every little thing he does, and never punished? He'd be so confused of what I expect of him with no guidance from my part...
I suggest that you stop interfering with our life, for your own and Tommy's sake... You wouldn't want anything bad happening to either of you, would you? :) - @dreeamsbff
Oh, hello green bastard. I see you haven't even bothered to make your own account, since you've got an iron hold on Tommy's- is it because you're simply lazy, or you haven't any idea how to use Tumblr, I wonder...? Either way, the fact you're shitting on me for what I told Tommy says more about you, to be honest. Self-conscious control freak, much? I can't believe how much of a hypocrite you are, seriously- you draw the line at me "messing with Tommy's mind" but you can without consequence? And you think I'm saying I know better than he does, while also parading yourself as the ultimate authority & source of knowledge for him. You're a pathetic, abusive piece of shit and it makes me sick. You know exactly what you're doing to Tommy, how you're destroying him, and you dare to attempt sucking me into your bullshit too? It won't work, and it never will. I know your type, and gods forbid I fall for it again.
Ahem. I seem to have let my fury take control for a moment. However much I'd love to rip you limb from limb for all your horrendous behaviour, I'll try to give a proper response. First off, two of your claims contradict each other: "What makes you think you know better?" and saying Tommy is truly happy with you. You have convinced him he's happy with you, convinced him he has no one else - that isn't his opinion, it's yours that you've coerced him into blindly believing out of fear. Secondly, speaking of fear, pure friendship is built off trust & mutual honesty, neither of which is present and your and Tommy's dynamic. Tommy is terrified of you because you hurt him for daring to be his own person, to be independent. That's what you hate, isn't it? You can't control him, so you try forcing him to bow down and obey - his independence scares you.
The only thing Tommy learns when you punish him is fear. He's "good" for you because he's petrified of what you'll do to him if he isn't. That's no way to teach a literal child how to behave, Dream. Children, and by extension teenagers, learn how to behave by seeing good examples... you are not a good example. The only thing you'll achieve with this is making Tommy into an erratic, aggressive but cowering, threadbare shell of what he was before that crumples at the slightest hint of others' disapproval. Is that what you want, huh? I heard you wanted to make him your protégé... well, if you're fine with a high-maintenance pet, then keep going down this path, I dare you. However, it will come back to bite you in the ass when Tommy eventually realises what an awful bastard you are, and flees to somewhere warm and safe like he deserves.
And as for my "interference", your threats do nothing to discourage me from helping an innocent abuse victim realise his situation. I will say, if you punish Tommy for listening to me, that simply proves my point: that you're a control freak who can't stand anyone being independent from you, and you'll do awful things to innocent people to ensure that doesn't occur.
I think I've said my piece for now. Perish and rot in Limbo, you slimy neon-green sliver of scum.
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antiloreolympus · 2 years
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8 Anti LO Asks
1. i love ppl who are like "wow persephone looks so mature now!!!" ma'am she literally looks the same, all of them do. the only person who looks different is hebe and she's just a hera clone now. i swear they just make up whatever they want to see and claim it as fact.
2. //FP..
I find it dumb that some people are gonna be like "Persephone is 30 now so her romance with Hades is perfect now" like, buddy, she could be 70 but she has barely lived like 1% of what Hades has lived, and why do I care if she's 30 if she acts and looks like a 19 y/o, if you're gonna use that 3000-year-old-l*li argument, then her romance with Hades, a +2000 year old guy, is creepier from the begining
3. Teen Hebe looks exactly like her mother, RS really has no understanding of character design smfh
4. NGL I'm kinda impressed with just how bad S2 has been. IDK why its this way, RS' lack of writing ability finally being too obvious to ignore? Her refusing to listen to her editor? Her being lazy and stealing ideas from other comics/fanfics/theories like she's done before? General burn out? Writing herself into way too many corners and her now flailing/burning it all down to doing whatever the hell this is? Who knows, but it's shockingly bad.
5. Def my favorite thing the stans try to do is claim the comic is actually “super diverse” and they post like .. one panel of a non-name nymph that’s drawn bigger or whatever and claim that’s actual representation. Like no?? If you can’t even name the character and they can easily be cut out of the comic with nothing being changed, that’s not representation at all. Far from it actually.
From OP: Exactly!
Reminding me of the ‘RS is normalizing breastfeeding’ posts I saw recently. It’s literally Ancient Greece, of course the nymphs with babies will breastfeed. I’m positive they haven't developed formula in the mortal realm. I don’t think getting excited over it is a bad thing at all but it’s disappointing because it’s the bare minimum.
6. gotta love GOTTA LOVE RS having persephone say her attitude when she was 7 years old was "internalized misogyny" like... I swear I could hear her thinking "hmm how can I address all the criticism I've been getting in the vaguest way possible?" like something about that moment feels very performative, as a way to throw a crumb to those with valid criticisms of her fantasy racism and complete double standards when it comes to the women she portrays
7. Not sure how this will all be handled in part 2 of season 2 (badly probably considering how bad the first few chapters are) but I think what ultimately bothers me so much about fans attacking and criticizing Demeter is that she’s not proven wrong.
What I mean is - when someone decides to do an overbearing parent storyline, typically they are supposed to show how the parent is right, but also wrong in not letting the child do something. Demeter not letting Persephone interact with Olympus was done because she felt Olympus was bad and would hurt her child - she is proven right because the gods use and abuse each other (especially women) and treat Mortals, Nymphs, Shades, and other non-gods as expendable trash.
However, what we don’t really get is Demeter being proven wrong. Sure, Persephone finds a friend in Eros and falls in love with Hades - but Hades is basically a romanticized, rich, slave driver that treats everyone around him badly. Eros doesn’t respect Persephone’s choices and forces himself into her business quite a few times. Persephone’s only real female friends, Artemis and Hera, also don’t really treat her well either. Artemis completely misreads her and Hera literally tries to set her up with her ex lover even though she’s barely an adult.
What we really needed to see was some positive aspects of Olympus- Hades actually being a decent person, Persephone finding true friendships, maybe groups that help lower-class beings, or Persephone finding something good at her university- something that proves to Demeter that while Olympus can be dangerous, it can be good too. I’m just not seeing the good at all, and that’s what makes it hard for me to paint Demeter as an abuser. If anything, all I’m seeing is a justified mother and a bratty, man-obsessed daughter who doesn’t respect her own privileged upbringing. 
8. How can "the other kings became kings because they took advantage of a fertility goddess" make any sense when Uranus is a sky god just like Zeus (sky-->rain-->fertility) and Cronus is literally an earth god, he carries a sickle fcol
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A POST ON BETRAYAL
Originally posted on Reddit, QuoteV, and deviantArt.
(I had wanted to put this as part of a larger overall post over at FB, but after several discoveries early April, and the fact that I’ve become an absolute Lazy Susan from what happened to me last year, I’ve chosen to go ahead and put it now.)
You say you remember me? That’s fine, because I remember you. But first, how do you remember me? Oh, no, wait, lemme take a guess: as the “fren” you knifed in the back when he did one little slip-up by liking a status from a person he himself doesn’t really like? While he was begging for your help? The same “fren” you left to rot while his account got hacked, then deactivated? Because that's what I remember you doing.
You couldn’t even forgive me for liking that post? And yet I'm the fake Buddhist? When I tried to reassure you with the truth (and that was that myself and Conor weren’t friends just because I like one of his posts which I actually agreed with), you went ballistic on me and attacked me for doing so, and then hypocritically compared that to me “flipping out” for you talking with that psycho of a woman Joyce Ann Sobeck.
I find those comments, quite frankly, disingenuous in light of the fact that I ALWAYS forgave your slip-ups (as befits a real Buddhist), and that we had the longer friendship.... or so I thought until now.
And you have the balls to say I saw what Conor was doing, and did nothing about it?! OK, let me remind you of a few things. First off, I didn’t meet you until September-October 2013, when I was already getting back to the HA! fandom, and even then I MET YOU THROUGH CONOR; never you first, then Conor. Second, I only found out after you were forced to delete your account back in March 2014, remember that? And by the time we found out, I could do nothing about it, because I was mainly busy (apart from my attempts at going back to college) with the taking back of the original OpRuth group, a situation caused by your Secret Lover Joyce and her 8 goons. Only from October 2014 could I finally do something, and I strived to keep both you and Conor apart because I got flashes of his assholery in January that year; and yet it was you who asked me to bring you two back, against my better judgement and even my outspoken refusal to do so. So don’t fucking tell me I let you get hurt by him, when the truth is the complete OPPOSITE.
You know, I’m beginning to get a horrifying picture, which I had hope it isn’t true, but with each passing day especially after seeing something a friend of mine showed me, I’m finally starting to believe it might be true: both you and Joyce are responsible for my account getting hacked. I guess your Secret Lover figured since she couldn’t take me down the easy way, by undermining my rights to speak about what happened to me, she decided to hack my account and disable it. For WHAT -- for $200 fucking dollars?! How fucking greedy can you be for that? I’ve since managed to regain some control of it, but now I’ve begun to realise a horrible truth. To borrow a movie quote: one of the people I cared about the most in this world, and needed the most in my darkest hour, only wants my ruin.
You left me to rot, while my account was hacked and disabled; and then, when you conveniently appeared, you complain about giving my like to a post I happened to agree with.
Do you know I tried to off myself because of my account being hacked?! My mom had to stop me from committing that ultimate folly from which I was driven to by both that action and my uncle’s words, which didn’t help either. What had been done to me was like killing a child you loved! That FB account was/is like a child to me: I spent over 14 years getting that account to what it was/is to the present day. Only for some ASSHOLE to take my joy from me. If I find out that indeed it was you and Joyce who destroyed my account.... How do you sleep at night, knowing you’ve taken one of my biggest joys in my life?
Both of you ruined my life. Because it was through you, kiddo, that I got hitched with a psychopath; and it was through said psycho that I probably have a lot of trust issues and probably PTSD.
You, former bestfren, ruined my life.
You’re like that song by Héroes del Silencio, “Entre Dos Tierras”, which I’ve taken to quote recently, in light of you putting me in a bad spot, while, again, I was begging for help. For you to refuse to help me and leave me to rot shows that you’re not loyal.
Time and again, I forgave you because it was the Buddhist thing to do, thus proving (and I’m not being narcissistic here, far from it) I’m more Buddhist than you ever were. You claim to supposedly follow the Buddhist teachings, yet, again, you couldn’t find it in your heart to forgive one little slip-up, while I forgave your countless ones? Can someone say “hypocrite”?
This begs the question: what did I ever do to you? What did I ever do to you? Never before had I been treated so lousily as you two have; what the hell did I do to deserve not just my account being hacked by you, but your horrible treatment of me in general? Exist? I’m not gonna stop existing just because you and Joyce don’t want me to.
What makes this even infinitely worse is that I VOUCHED for your sorry ass time and time again! When other people said you weren’t worth it, I vouched for you! And then you went and knifed me! How you gonna punk me like that, huh?
I’m beyond disgusted, kiddo. Disgust doesn’t even begin to cover what I feel right now. You sold me out to someone you knew I despised, knowing full well what she had done to me and others. And yet you still had the balls to put me in convos (except for the one for TJM, which I joined, ‘cause hey, it’s TJM, what we fought so hard for since 2013!) knowing I didn’t wanna talk (and rightfully so!) with someone who betrayed me, who did a lot of damage to me. And still you let her verbally and mentally abuse me. No, Adrian Michael Pridemore, disgust doesn’t cover the bases of how I feel; it’s an emotion which we Buddhists shouldn’t have, but I can’t help but feel towards you now: HATRED.
Hatred because you let her verbally and mentally abuse me, and yet you did nothing to stop it. Hatred because you still put me in convos with her, knowing full well how she treated me until June 26, 2015. Hatred because you, apparently, conspired with her to try to destroy not just my spirit, but my body as well -- that attempt to off myself I blame on not just my uncle, but on you, because I needed your help, and I was cast at sea.
You have no soul, no heart, no conscience. Neither you, nor Joyce.
I find it hard to keep thinking about things I’d like to say, so let’s sum it up: You’ve got ZERO right to attack me for one slip-up and not forgiving me for that (since you claim to be a Buddhist, even worse), while I was always the better man forgiving you for your slip-ups and giving you many chances to do right by me as I’d do right by you. And if, and I mean if, it turns out you did, alongside Joyce, the absolute worst thing to me (hacking into my main FB account and disabling it) because you couldn’t stand me telling the truth about Joyce.... Hoo boy, I hope you have a good lawyer to help you beat the rap!
To tidy matters up: remember I told you back last year that this was your last chance to be a good person? Guess what? By going 'round my back, attacking me by mocking my attempts at asking for forgiveness, you’ve proven that not only are you still allied with Joyce, but you also treated me like a fucking jerk. I see now I never meant anything to you but a sucker. You saw me as a sucker back in 2014, by tying me with someone who could never be trusted.
Never again will I forgive you.
Never again will I give you another chance.
You’ve blown your chances with me, burnt the bridges.
And now, you’re just like the song: now you’re just somebody that I used to know.
Frens NO MORE.
FRANCO FERRER-SAN MIGUEL Started 4/21/2022 Finished 6/2 the same year.
Namu Butsu, namu Hô, namu Sôgya. (I take Refuge in the Buddha; I take Refuge in the Dharma; I take Refuge in the Sangha.)
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moonchild-things · 1 year
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Chapter Twelve: Kineshi Hairo, in Search of Lumber
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Summary: Being a psychic is not an ideal life, at least for Saiki Kusuo. Didn’t you read/watch The Disastrous Life of Saiki K to know that? Still, this isn’t about him, not really. Instead, let’s focus on his one and only friend, Akari Watanabe, who is also quite abnormal. You might not believe that Saiki would actually have a friend, but that’s what fanfictions are about, right?  
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SCHOOL IS JUST AS NORMAL AS USUAL for the superpowered teens. Though we all know the drill by this point. The normal day will quickly become abnormal because the timeline dictates it or MJ gets bored. Of course, this time she was too lazy to write an original chapter, so we’re sticking to the anime, even if this isn’t her favorite episode or anything. Looks like you’ll just have to deal with it.
Currently, Akari and Kusuo were walking down the school hallway during their break. Though on their way they observed a girl having quite a hard time carrying a heavy box.
The girl grunted, “This is heavy…”
She was just about to fall but her savior was there to catch her and the box. “Watch out! Are you okay?” It is Kineshi Hairo! “Where are you bringing these to?”
“To the teacher’s room,” the girls answered.
Kusuo and Akari watched the interaction from down the hallway, “Kineshi Hairo. He is a central figure of our class committee.” He commented, “His kindness and leadership have won the trust of most classmates. However…”
“Wait!” Hairo exclaimed before scurrying off to a few feet away from the girl, “Carry them here! Humans become stronger when they push their limits!” The girl did just as he said with a little bit of difficulty as Hairo encouraged her,  “Come on! Keep it up! Push yourself harder! Good work!” The girl eventually made it to him and handed him the box. 
Kusuo deadpanned, “His energy can also make him a bit annoying.”
‘Sometimes it’s good to be optimistic,’ Akari said as they watched Hairo with raised eyebrows, ‘though usually there’s a time and a place for it. He’s just… always like this.’
“Nice! All right!” Hairo cheered before taking the box and placing it behind his back, “I will do my best, too. I will hop to the teacher’s room!” He then decided to make it much harder for himself and started to bunny hop his way to the teacher's room with the box behind his back. It’s almost impressive how he can do that. I certainly could do that… I need to get more fit...
“He is tough to others, but he is tougher to himself.” Kusuo stated as they watched him, “As a result, his classmates follow him.”
Hairo started to pass by an open classroom door, drawing the attention of a bunch of classmates. “Look at Hairo,” a student exclaimed.
A different student fist-pumped, “I want to hop, too!”
“I will join in even if I have nothing to carry.” Another student cried out.
So now not only was Hairo bunny hopping down the hallway but there were a few others following in his footsteps. The super-powered teens watched them go as Hairo shouted, “Teacher’s room, I am coming for you!”
‘His boundless energy gives me the creeps sometimes.’ Akari said with a small shiver as they watched the group jump away, ‘How can one person be so energetic?’
Kusuo nodded his head slightly, “I don’t dislike him, but I don’t think we will get along.”
Akari huffed lightly, ‘Eh, you might get along. You just won’t give him the chance.’
Her friend turned his dull eyes down to her, “You know that’s not true.” She just shrugged her thin shoulders in consideration. It’s not like Kusuo actually went out of his way to make friends. Really the only person that he had actively tried to befriend was Akari and he had done that when they were much younger. He certainly wasn’t looking for friendship now. Why would he? He’s already got Akari so there’s no need for any annoyances in his life that could distract him from her or anything that actually matters in life.
Though she thought it over, Hairo’s personality certainly wouldn’t mesh well with either her or Kusuo. She grimaced slightly, ‘Maybe a little bit.’
“Did you know this, Saiki?” Hairo asked as he followed the pair of superpowered teens down the hallway, “When humans sleep, we produce about 300 milliliters of sweat.”
It is later in the day, well, an unspecified amount of time. It’s kind of hard to tell just how much time has passed in these animes. Whatever. It was probably just after school ended.
Kusuo side glanced at him, hoping that he would just walk away sooner or later and leave them alone. “That is so random.”
“The sports festival is coming up,” Hairo explained, “We are building the entrance. But my helper Kudo caught a cold.”
Akari could just imagine what it was like when his helper told him that. No doubt, he had tried to convince him to help him regardless and about him giving up because of his illness. 
The pink-haired psychic stared at Hairo with a mixture of disgust and disbelief, “Are you a monster?”
“Why not ask someone else to help you?” Akari’s wispy voice asked Hairo, “What if we’re busy?”
“Oh, Watanabe,” he barely jumped at her appearance. He just smiled wider at her, “you can help out too!”
“...Did you just ignore what I said?” She asked him plainly.
Though Hairo didn’t answer and just continued on as he led the two towards a classroom. “It’s almost done. We just need to connect the base to the arch. So could you help…” He slid the door open only to find that the archway was completely destroyed. How did it even get like this? I’m blaming Nendo for no reason other than he’s an idiot. He may not be in this episode, but he could have done this. “No! Base! You were fine yesterday! Base! Speak to me! Base! Don’t give up!”
“You can’t motivate inanimate objects.” Kusuo deadpanned as they watched the class representative fuss over the destroyed arch. Akari raised an eyebrow as Hairo continued to shout at the destroyed arch as if he were motivating a student. She truly thought that some of her classmates were insane, and Hairo is no exception. Kusuo then turned, “Good grief. The three of us can’t fix this. We’re going home.”
“Wait, Saiki! Watanabe!” Haiku called out desperately to them. They lazily turned back to him and found the class representative flashing them a large, encouraging smile. “Let’s try our best! If we hurry, we can catch the last train home!”
Kusuo scowled, “Just let us leave.”
Though the pair did end up sticking around with Hairo to help him out a bit. Akari had a feeling that it had to do with Kusuo not actually wanting to say no to Hairo, but if she said that out loud, he’d probably get annoyed with her. Then again he’s always annoyed, so nothing new.
Hairo was running around the room using his fiery passion to try and get the work done as fast as possible. “Okay! I can do it!” He was sawing away at some wood quite passionately, “I can! Never give up! Never!”
“Shut up,” Kusuo groaned from his own corner as he and Akari worked a bit. Well, I say work, but Kusuo was actually trying to do a little bit of work while Akari kind of just watched. She’s not the handiest kind of person, to be honest. “Why am I doing this?”
Akari raised an eyebrow with her eyes gleaming a little bit with mischief, “Because you can’t say no?” Kusuo glared harshly at her with a click of her tongue. Though all she did was giggle lightly into her hands.
“Never give up!” Hairo shouted.
Surprisingly, Kusuo grabbed a hammer and started to work with it, only for it to break thanks to his powers. He stared at it for a moment, “It’s hard to control my strength.”
“No! How can this happen?” Hairo shouted out, which caused Akari to cringe, “We don’t have enough materials!”
Kusuo side-eyed Hairo, “Is he giving up?”
“I’ll go get some more.” Well, he made up his mind quite fast. Doesn’t he have to get home or something? Why is he so desperate to get this done?
Kusuo eyes him tiredly, “Just give up.”
“You two, keep up the good work!” He exclaimed with a thumbs up before sprinting out of the room, “All right!”
“What a pain. We can just leave, but I don’t want to be lectured tomorrow.” Akari and Kusuo then both imagined how Hairo would chew them out tomorrow if they did just disappear. Kusuo then used his powers to assemble the beginning of the archway. “It’s much easier if I don’t use the mallet or saw. But it may look suspicious. I’ll just read until he comes back.” Once he finished he sat down on a box and pulled out a book to read to pass the time.
Akari sighed and whined, “I could be taking a nap right now.”
“Just take one now,” Kusuo said, not even glancing up to her.
She glanced over at him with her sharp yellow eyes, “Will you be alright?”
Kusuo slowly raised his eyes to look over at her. They narrowed slightly as he took in the expression on her face. He didn’t really know what to think of this. Why she was so concerned about him over the littlest of things. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know… Whatever, I’m going to sleep.” So Akari cuddled up with her bag as a pillow and laid down not too far away from Kusuo. It didn’t take that long for her to start lightly snoring. She truly was far more tired than she would have thought. Though then again, it doesn’t take much for her to actually fall asleep. She could fall asleep just about anywhere at any time. Akari is constantly sleepy. Mood.
So while she fell asleep, Kusuo kept an eye on her. It’s not like she was going to go somewhere, so why was he watching over her. Hmm, curious. It’s not like seeing her peaceful, porcelain face as she let out soft snores calmed him in some way. Or that he believed that she looks quite adorable like this. No, of course not. Hell would freeze over before he would openly admit anything like that. Though it seems like it was starting to become a little bit chilly down there.
Time passed and soon enough the sky started to become a mixture of orange and yellow as the sun disappeared. Even though all this time, Akari continued to sleep soundly. She’s a deep sleeper after all. The shadow-manipulator can sleep through just about anything! And even as time passed, Kusuo continued to keep an eye on her. So sweet!
“He is late.” Kusuo commented, “What is he doing? It is unlikely that he is being lazy. I’ll search for him. Clairvoyance.” His eyes then crossed as he looked for Hairo. He ended up finding him but he was in a bit of a peculiar situation. “There he is. What is he doing? What? Where did he find that?” Apparently, Hairo was walking around the neighborhood with a large log tied to his back as he tried to lug it back to school. “If you can’t buy wood at a store, just accept that.” Though it turns out that Hairo didn’t want to just leave Kusuo by himself, even though that’s exactly what the psychic wants. “I’m fine. Give up.” The log is also covered in fungi, Hairo came to find out. “What’s wrong? Throw it out.” There was then a scream as the door busted open with Hairo hanging onto the log that slid into the room. “You slipped.”
“Sorry for the delay!” Hairo gave Kusuo a thumbs up with a dazed expression, “We can finish this by dawn now!”
“No, you can finish it sooner than that.” A voice said from the doorway as some students came into the classroom.
“What?” Hairo questioned as they turned to the newcomers, “Why are you here?”
One of the boys smiled, “We were at practice, and we saw you sliding on that log.” 
“You always help us,” someone else said.
A different, no-named character exclaimed, “Let us help you!”
“All right! Let’s do this!” Hairo was just about in tears at the show of teamwork from his fellow students. He jumped up, “Let’s huddle up!”
“Go team!” They all cheered.
Kusuo just eyed them in boredom, “Don’t huddle. Just get right into it.”
So they all set off to work together as the sun disappeared and the moon illuminated the sky. A couple of the students worked together to clean the log Hairo got, “Get rid of the fungus!”
They then worked on cutting it, “I’m cutting it!”
A student kicked another boy who was sitting on the ground, “Don’t just sit there!”
Even Hairo worked his hardest, obviously, which ended up with his pants falling down again and his butt hanging out. It wouldn’t be a true Hairo appearance in this anime without his pants falling down for some reason.
After the quick montage of all of the students working together and Kusuo making sure that no one bothered Akari, they finally got it done. “It’s done!”
“It looks great!”
Everyone cheered at their accomplishment, “Good grief.” Kusuo said, “It took a lot of time to finish it. Normal humans have it rough. Well, it’s not bad to do something like this from time to time.” Whoa, did he just admit to actually not finding this annoying? What the-
“By the way,” someone said, “why are you preparing for the sports festival now? It is still a month away.”
Kusuo looked up, “What?”
“What are you saying?” Hairo smiled as if unbothered at the reminder, “A month goes by fast!” Every student in the room blanched, which the fiery guy didn’t even notice.
“I knew it. We’ll never get along.” Everyone then started to sluggish shuffle out of the classroom. After all, all of them were just about completely tired now. Add in the fact that it was nighttime now and everyone was in need of some sleep. Speaking of sleep, Kusuo walked over to Akari who was still napping even though all of the work. He knelt down to her level and nudged her slightly, “Akari.”
She just burrowed herself underneath the sweatshirt that had magically appeared at some point while she was sleeping(*cough* Kusuo’s sweatshirt *cough*) that was used as a makeshift blanket. “Hmm…”
Kusuo sighed tiredly, and nudged her once again, this time brushing away her inky hair to get a better look at her porcelain face, “Get up.”
“Oh…” She yawned cutely and rubbed her eyes, “are they done?” She glanced around the room to find that it was just the two of them left and the archway was completely done. Akari is impressed with it actually being done.
Her friend's eye twitched at the reminder of the fact that he had just wasted his time with the arch. “Yes, now let’s go home.”
He helped her get up from the floor and grabbed her things for her as they started to leave the classroom. Akari yawned once again, seeing that it was night outside, “Oh, it’s quite late.” Her soft voice commented as they headed out of the school, “I guess I’ll have to stay up a bit late to do homework.” She pouted lightly.
Kusuo sighed, “I’ll help you out with it, just stay over.”
Akari tilted her head as her sleepy eyes stared at him inquisitively. It’s not a foreign concept for Akari to sleepover at the Saiki house or vise versa. However, they’ve done it less and less ever since they started high school. Most likely because, as much as neither of them commented on it, they were awkward teens. Even if they are best friends, sleeping in the same bed like they did as kids is a bit weird for them now.
“Oh,” she coughed, “all right…”
So that night they both headed to Kusuo’s house, of course after Akari told her parents and grabbed her clothes. Kusuo’s parents were more than welcoming of Akari sleeping over. They did have to embarrass the two teens a little bit(“Keep the door open, Ku-kun!~”), but it was pretty much fine. They worked together on their homework for a while, ate some food, and then got ready for bed. Kusuo, surprisingly and shockingly, gave up his bed for Akari to sleep on while he made a place to sleep on the floor. So the pair fell asleep like that. Neither of them admitted out loud that they were both… anxious(?) about sleeping over like this since they haven’t done it since they were young. Oh, well.
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nell-pointer · 2 years
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DSMP CLASSPECTS CUZ  ITS 4/13 BABYYYY!!!!
I’ve seen some other people do these, and I thought I’d try my hand at it because sorting characters into things is like the most fun thing to do ever. I didn’t do all the characters, just a few of the ones I felt the most confident about (and some rapid fire ones at the end). This probably won’t make any sense if you don’t already understand classpects but I dont care so without further ado:
Dream - Knight of Heart: First off, Dream doesn’t get to have that many splinters and not have a heart aspects, secondly, I honestly feel like heart just fits him really well. Heart players are all about passion and the soul. Combine that with Knights who are notorious for hiding their true feelings behind a façade (or a mask lol) You get someone who pretends to be all logical, but is in reality ruled almost entirely by emotions.
Technoblade - Prince of Blood: There is no universe in which I don’t give Techno a blood aspect, while you could make an argument that breath would suit him much better, it just wouldn’t be right. 
So I went for a middle ground. The Prince class always mirror their opposing aspect. (that's why Dirk was logical despite being a heart player, Eridan was nihilistic despite being a hope player, and Kurloz was calm despite being a rage player) So It would make sense that Techno, as a Prince of Blood would share so many characteristics with the Breath aspect. Plus deep down its pretty obvious that Techno does long for a sense of community and friendship, even if he sometimes has a pretty bad way of going about it. 
Also, Prince of Blood literally translates to “One who destroys Unity” so.....
Tommy - Knight of Blood: Tommy may look like a Dave Strider kinnie, but hes got way more in common with Karkat. I don’t think this requires more explanation, but i’m a wordy bitch so I’m gonna keep going.
Blood has to do with bonds, attachments, unity, things like that, all of which are pretty much the core of Tommys whole character. And I’m going with knight because he puts up a front of an annoying raging child, but past the surface its clear he’s cares deeply for those around him. 
Tubbo - Rouge of Void: Tubbo is a character study in avoidance. Time and time again we see him sweep very important things under the rug, usually to make things easier or more comfortable for others. He lets things go because he wants to be the bigger person, because he wants to be a forgiving person. This is token rouge behavior, using your own aspect to help others, he will forgive pretty major things, or avoid talking about major things because he doesn’t want to cause conflict. But at the end of the day, all rouges struggle with giving too much of themselves away, and will almost always reach their breaking point. Also, major Roxy Lalonde vibes what can I say. 
Quackity - Witch of Mind: While I could go for the easy clap and say ‘oh, here's this morally ambiguous character that also happens to dabble in some occasional manipulation, lets go with thief’.... but I’m not that lazy. Plus I actually really like witch for him, witches are confident in their aspect and are always trying to test the bounds of it, and I think that works very well with Quackitys ambitious nature. He’s not evil, he’s cutthroat. 
And as for his aspect... again I could have gone the easy route and given him light because of the obvious luck motif, but in my opinion, the luck motif is really ALL he’s got in common with light. Other than that, nothing else about him stands out to me as belonging to a light player. Mind on the other hand, I think works very well. Mind players are logically driven and great critical thinkers. They are usually several steps ahead, and if that's not Quackity I don’t know what is.
Here are some rapid fire ones that I’m less sure of either because I don’t care that much or I know next to nothing about their lore I just get ‘vibes’ from them
Sapnap: Knight for sure, not totally sure of what maybe life tho
Karl: Bard of Light
Philza: Mage (or maybe sylph) of Doom (or maybe life)
Wilbur: Mage of Time
Fundy: Seer of something, not sure of what
Bad: Definite Rage player, even with my limited knowledge of the Eggpire I’m pretty confidant on this one. Class I got nothing for tho. 
Hannah: Witch of Life
Ranboo: Obvious Void player
Michael (not the pig): Seer of Doom seems a little too obvious but its all I got
George: I’m leaning towards Heir, maybe of Void
Aimsey: First clock says Sylph of Doom, could potentially change based on what he does moving forward. 
Puffy: Also probably a Sylph (damn meddlers)
Boomer: Based on the like two things I know about them, I’m thinking Rouge of Light
Slime: Heir of Heart
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There's more Arwen in The Castle of Fyrien than in Queen of Hearts, and more Gwen too! I love how Arthur and Gwen's relationship was portrayed in this episode. Like in Queen of Hearts, it showed "there is nothing he [Arthur] would not do for her [Gwen]" (Morgana) and that Gwen was Arthur's "weak spot" (Merlin), but it showed a lot more than that too, like the care and friendship that existed between them.
For example, Arthur knew Gwen wasn't the type to not turn up for work, so he immediately had Merlin check in on her, and wasted no time going to his father when he found out she'd been kidnapped. Like Merlin said, Arthur had been "worried sick". And when Merlin presented him with the cloth that had been used to knock Gwen out, he mentioned she was a seamstress, which I don't believe was public knowledge - only someone who knew Gwen would've known that.
Another example was when Arthur, Gwen, Merlin, and Morgana were on their way to the castle of Fyrien, traversing through the woods. Gwen had been scared, and Arthur had noticed her distress, so he shared a childhood anecdote to make her feel better.
A: I used to be afraid of these woods. G: I find that hard to believe. A: My father would bring me here when I was a boy, and it seemed every falling leaf was a bandit, every puff of wind was a ghost. You just get used to it in the end. G: I don't think I'd ever get used to it. A: You don't have to. You've got me.
The sweetness and tenderness of this scene is so beautiful, yet so subtle too. Arthur wanted to be Gwen's support system, so he let himself be vulnerable for her. He told her he'd been scared of those woods once too and her fear would eventually fade, like his had. But Arthur believed Gwen shouldn't have to act brave and become used to her fear like little Arthur had. He was being chivalrous to be sure (ladies didn't have to be brave), but he also didn't want her to stop being scared of something that should be scary. She didn't have to, not when she had him. He easily promised her: "You've got me." and didn't even have to think twice before saying it. Arthur intended to be with Gwen for a long time, and to protect her always.
Of course, Arthur immediately had to act macho because of Merlin, but the scene was sweet while it lasted. I swear Merlin's the worst part of Arthur. He's such a sweetheart and was so good to Gwen in this episode (bless his heart for not letting Gwen keep her troubles from Arthur), but Arthur's douchebag behavior towards Merlin was so exhausting and brought the whole episode down. Why did Arthur throw a cup, a vase - whatever it was - at Merlin's head because he jokingly said "Let's have you lazy daisy...?". Merlin had been in such a good mood, and being sweet to Arthur, only to be treated so poorly. Merlin may have been used to it, but I don't understand how that kind of childish behavior was ever supposed to be funny. Arthur told Merlin "wonders never cease" when Merlin took out a guard, but the true wonder was Arthur. How come he never changed?
Anyway, when Gwen hadn't wanted to go to Arthur with her problem, Merlin reminded her that she would've wanted Arthur to go to her, were their situations reversed, and Arthur felt the same.
Gwen and Arthur's scenes in this episode showed us a different side to their relationship. We already knew Arthur would sacrifice anything for Gwen, and vice versa, but their relationship went much deeper than "simple" devotion or sacrifice. Arthur paid attention to Gwen and wanted to support her emotionally. By rescuing Elyan, he proved to Gwen that what was important to her was important to him. He was her person. He would drop everything for her like she was used to doing for Elyan. He would stay by her side even if Elyan hadn't.
Arthur wasn't just Gwen's knight in shining armor. He helped Elyan settle into Camelot. He wanted Gwen to confide in him, to depend on him for anything. It wasn't just Arthur who confided in Gwen. Sadly, we never got many scenes of Gwen relying on Arthur emotionally, but, other than this episode, there was their hug in The Crystal Cave when Morgana was dying, Arthur comforting Gwen after Lancelot and Elyan's deaths, Arthur checking in on Gwen following the events of Lamia, Arthur offering his support after Tom died.
I love Arthur's grand gestures of unconditional love and boundless devotion, but I love the little moments so much too. That's why I love Arwen in season 4 - for the most part - and like their domesticity in season 5 - as frustrating and insufficient as it was because a) Gwen was practically mute in season 5, and b) a lot of Arwen scenes were between evil Gwen and Arthur, or more about Merthur than Arwen.
Point is: I love established relationships, and, in some regards, this episode gave me that.
Finally, some general observations and inconsistencies I noticed in this episode:
Morgana fell off a horse but only sprained her ankle, because that's what usually happens when you're violently thrown off a horse...
Arthur forced open a locked door. He kicked a man towards the door to Gwen and Elyan's cell and it burst open. It was a sturdy, metal door. Even unlocked, it should've taken more than a kick to force it open. How strong was Arthur exactly...
Merlin blasted Morgause across a room to save Arthur from a pillar of fire (weird choice to kill Arthur, but okay), and Arthur didn't even question how such a thing could've happened. He only questioned why Morgana had been alone with Cenred...
Uther and Arthur just can't deny Morgana anything. The poor girl was practically a ghost roaming around the castle in season 2, but this season, suddenly, it's "everything for Morgana".
Gwen told Elyan he'd been gone for four years but hadn't kept in touch at all. So how come he knew Tom had died? Gwen assumed he knew about their father, but how could he, if they hadn't kept in touch? Had she sent word to him? Had she known where he was?
It's ironic that Gwen was angry at Elyan because she thought she'd been kidnapped for him, when in reality he'd been kidnapped for her. Elyan had been right. What would someone like Cenred want from him? Nothing. From the Prince's lover, on the contrary...
It was hilarious when Uther said "You needn't worry, Morgana. After all, if your maid can no longer be relied upon, we can easily replace her.". Arthur's face was like... "For real, father?". That's dear old pops for you. That's the man you look up to, Arthur.
It's a wonder no one other than Morgana tried to use Gwen to get to Arthur. She understood his devotion for Gwen better than most.
I loved the face Gwen made when Elyan tricked her into admitting that, no, Arthur probably didn't treat all the maids in Camelot the way he treated Gwen. Angel's reactions are always the funniest.
If Gwen hadn't been planning on using Arthur to rescue Elyan what had she intended to do? Let Elyan die? Negotiate with Cenred? Get Merlin's help? Even he wouldn't have been able to help her. Was she going to choose Arthur over her brother?
I've said this before, but why did Arthur take Gwen with him to rescue Elyan? He didn't even let her insist on going with him. He volunteered her. And during the scene where Gwen was held at "sword point", forcing Arthur to immediately stop fighting, he had left Gwen unprotected which is why she was easily grabbed.
We were robbed of an Arwen kiss.
Arthur hates it when a woman is better than him at something he thinks men should be better at.
Gwen was a badass when she got kidnapped in her home.
Arthur was hilariously naive and idiotic when he said "See, that's what men like Cenred will never understand. Camelot was built on trust and loyalty. We will never be defeated as long as we stay true to those ideals.". The people he held in the highest regard were often traitors like Morgana or Agravaine, or incapable of trust and loyalty, like Uther. He believed Camelot was morally superior to other kingdoms? Camelot was built on war.
They should've explored Morgana and Morgause's relationship more. When did Morgana learn Morgause was her sister? I don't remember it being revealed to Morgana on the show? There was genuine love and loyalty between them, which made Morgana less of a one-note villain, but, sadly, the writers didn't do much with their relationship.
Also, Morgana telling Cenred: "You should've killed him when you had the chance!"... Ironic coming from you, Morgana.
I love that the episode actually ended with an Arwen scene: "It's what you do when you love someone.". Aww, Arthur.
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