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songmingisthighs · 2 years ago

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Hey thereee, question time 😈

Favorite era of Ateez style/aesthetic wise?

Favorite era/album/series of Ateez music wise?

Any artist/group in and outside of kpop that you think would make a great collaboration with ateez? And why

What are your expectations for this new comeback (bc I'm dying over here with the twelve tracks, one of those with a title in Spanish, writing credits of all the members, and possible sub-units songs 😭)

If the Ateez members didn't actually debut under kq, what other group do you think they could fit in individually?

Favorite b-sides?

What is a genre that Ateez hasn't tried that you think they could succeed in?

Thoughts on the lore? Idk if you understand it, have your own theories, or maybe just decide to prioritize your peace and not dwell too much on it?

(For this one, I'm assuming Ateez is your Ult group, correct me if I'm wrong) If Ateez didn't exist/debut per se, do you think you'd be as invested in any other group, or in kpop in general?

Aaaand, I can't think of anything else rn, but if I do, I'll probably come annoy you some more later (also please ignore this ask/tell me if it's something you're not interested in answering 😊)

Ok byeee

y'all finally someone who has a question ABOUT ME 😭😭

1. aesthetic wise ???? I'm torn between thanxx and halazia but i gotta say halazia bc even my ateez tattoo is halazia-inspired

2. THIS IS TOUGH but mayhaps guerrilla ?? idk why but i resonate a lot with guerrilla vibe-wise but outlaw ??? man the song, the lyrics... dune haunts me

3. i'm so biased bc i love her but the french singer angele. i do NAWT know nor do i CARE about the hows and the buts, her haunting echo-y vocals + ateez's dystopian vibe would mix well and i will donate my left toenail if their collab ever happens. OR STROMAE OH MY GOD FILLE DE JOIE IS POTENTIALLY ATEEZ CODED AND PAPAOUTAI WAS THE DADDY ISSUE ANTHEM IN MY 2019

4. my expectation for this new comeback is mind being blown and kidneys getting sold and me not surviving (not the kidney harvest but just ateez in general)

5. can't say much about this but i feel like hj would be an underground rapper/producer, hwa would be in a group from a small company that won't survive but he'll be in survival shows, yunho would most likely be in a dance crew but it won't be bb trippin, yeosang would fail his dreams bc he'll be stuck not debuting (agency management's fault) and he'd go back to studying and maybe be a twitch streamer on the side or full time (then got dr0nk and gets cancelled like hongbin), san wouldn't be buff and he'd either be stuck in a vocal-oriented group or was forced by his dad to go home bc his agency kept stalling his debut, mingi would try to become an independent artist but would fail bc i feel like he won't survive alone like he needs a team bc he has his own colours but he likes experimenting but he experiments too much and knowing the audience he'd probably have to make music his second gig and work as a barista (which is hawt smacc me with a cup of joe java daddy), wooyoung won't be able to debut in txt ofc bc he's tinie and let's face it hybe won't pass him from his visuals alone (i'm not saying he's ugli bc he's elmo's hot daddy cousin but hybe would force woo into plastic surgery and even then, it's still a 50/50) and he won't be in skz so i feel like he'd join a dance crew so kinda similar to yunho but his path would be more like lee euijin (unb) but he'll probably survive on his personality and be in a lot of variety shows as a permanent member, and jongho would be a ballad singer and later become a musical artist (i just realized i said i can't say much but here i am rambling)

6. cyberpunk (meimei wants to be the chair san stepped on), dune, and outlaw is in my current loop BUT take me home will always be in my heart same as precious

7. yodelling. idk the genre but i wanna see my boi jongho yodelehihoo, make that step ladder mason shake in his boots

8. i do nawt understand the lore but my theory is these dumbasses has been looking for the chromer or do something with the chromer meanwhile the chromer is san. wdyt man's always throwing his body as a sacrificial potato sack ????

9. oh deffo. kpop is the only genre i can't give up on, i've been liking kpop since april 4th 2009 (yes i remember the date) and i just can't let it go it seem. ateez is my current ult BUT i think i would've still be into svt and ulted txt

pls ask me more questions if you have <3

#smt answer #anon ask

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pellecebrae · 7 years ago

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♤ "Say, Junichi." How blunt and without any regard towards pleasantries and formalities. It was indeed much easier to hold conversations when that one specific obstacle was not around, was not in the way. How quaint to think about it, that both men already knew that, upon the mayor's return, they would be greeted with sole displeasure upon the knowledge that they had merely talked. It's hilarious in its own ways - that Ikari Ren had no reach nor control over either of them.

♤ And that the doctor, indeed, turned out to be so favourable with the bodyguard's presence. It's amusing enough - for certain - even though he finds little to no entertainment in violence and discard. But that to a later time, when he walks throughout lightened up office-space and makes to sit just across the other. "For how long have you known - Ren - for~? I'm just curious, given that he would rather not that I converse with you~" || @crudelibus ♡~

#♤ reply queue #crudelibus #♤ rp #♤ [ 01 ] crudelibus #[ AAAAND a tiny one from here as well 8> ]

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lillyorlyracat · 2 years ago

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Revamped intro post

What's up sweet bippies it's me autism cat

My name is Lilly, or Lyra, or Lilac, or Cat, or April, or Scarlet. I am audhd(autistic and ADHD), I'm fictionkin, I have a shit ton of interests so my posts will be varied and inconsistent (if you only follow me for one fandom that's still cool idc)

Sometimes I'll post my art, sometimes I'll just yell into my keyboard and wait for people to press buttons on it. Mostly I just reblog posts I like, sorry folks

Update: decided to make an art tag! Just to organize stuff :P it'll be #🐱drawn by yours truly

Also, about that fictionkin thing? Yeah so I'm Ember Lumen from Elemental in the realz. I don't have any source memories or anything but I'm 100% her :P 🔥

Update (1/4/24): I'm also Ruby Gillman Teenage Kraken in the realz!! Again no source mems as far as I can tell, but my mom irl is definitely also Agatha in the movie >u< 🌊

Update 2 (8/3/24): Aaaaaand I'm Poppy from Trolls in the realz!!! Same thing as the other ones, no mems no nothing like that, BUUUUUUUUT I'm dating Branch :D or well- my bf isn't fictionkin Branch irl but he does kin him and remind me SO MUCH of him so I'm counting it!!! 🎆

F/O list here ⬇️⬇️

Dni list & boundaries uwu

Pro_sh/ppers/com_sh/ppers/pro_f/c etc bitches please don't interact, just, please,,

No z00ph+les either get outta here

I am a minor so please don't like,, be weird,,, or anything (UPDATE: technically I am no longer a minor but this still applies)

Homophobes, transphobes, xeno/neophobes etc get outta here

OH ABLEISTS! YEAH YOU GUYS GTFO TOO, I AINT DISEASED >:D

Aggressive anti furries.. like. People who think furry = z00ph+le.. get outta here you’re not welcome ^^

If you're into tcest,,, uh bye, there's the door 🚪

Please don't dm me with like "hey wanna be friends" or anything like that out of nowhere.. if you wanna be friends with me, try asking about common interests maybe? Idk? I'm cool with making friends, that's just,, not the way to do it,,, y'know

Doubles are awesome, other Elemental kinnies are super cool! Buuuut if any Wades have like romantic Ember memories maaaybe don't interact? I already have a bf, and although I'm poly I'm uncomfortable with the idea of another partner right now. I'll be friends with a Wade tho, hi friend Wades 👋🔥

Ruby update: doubles are okay here too! But no Connors with romantic mems please. I...don't feel very romantically connected to Connor tbh. I'll be friends with y'all tho! Hi Connors!! 👋💦

Poppy update: Trolls kinnies of all kind PLEASE INTERACT PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!! Especially Cooper, Smidge, Viva, Guy & Tiny Diamond, Bridget, aaaand anyone else I'd really love to make some source friends 👋🪷

I'll update this periodically cuz I'm probably forgetting a lot

Links to my other socials!

Youtube ⬇️

Instagram ⬇️

AO3 ⬇️

Picsart ⬇️

"You might think that this is the end...

Well it is!"

#introductory post #pinned intro #uh #yeah #thats it

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mrsseverussnape · 4 years ago

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Love Is You - chapter 7

Scarlett woke up quite early this morning. She was feeling pretty good, apparently talking with someone and going out were pretty much what she has needed. She wanted to return the favour by preparing Severus's breakfast this morning. She dressed up and headed to the kitchens. She wasn't the brightest chef so just made cheese toast, scrambled eggs, cherry tomatoes to the side and fresh orange juice. She took the tray and headed to Severus's room happily. It was hard to hold the tray and knock on the door at the same time but she managed to do it without causing a mess. Severus opened the door couple of minutes later with a sleepy look on his face and a messy hair.

"Oh, i guess i woke you up this time..."

"We are even now. Come in." Severus showed her the table and she put the tray on.

"Today's breakfast is from me, hope you like it."

"It looks delicious, thank you." He sat down after her and took a bite of his toast.

"I did improve my kitchen skills tiny bit, i can show you sometime." Scarlett grinned proudly. She was not the best in the kitchen since her family always had house elves for the cooking. And when she was together with Severus, he was doing most of the cooking and he had a talent for it. His caramel brownies were Scarlett’s favourite.

"If you say so, i am excited to see then."

"Don't get your hopes too high tho."

"Ah i already did, they changed from 1 to 1,5." Severus smirked at her.

"You are a jerk Severus!" Scarlett chuckled and slapped his leg lightly.

He laughed, he loved to annoy Scarlett like that. "Jokes aside thanks for the breakfast Scarlett."

"My pleasure." She smiled softly. "I better leave so you can do whatever you want, i already woke you up early on a Sunday morning." She stood up to leave. Her mood has started to change, she felt like she’s being a burden for him.

"It is totally fine, i normally wake up early anyways. Last night i marked some papers so i went to bed quite late."

"Rest then. You already spent the last two days with me and i was pretty tiring with my nonsense."

Severus shook his head in disapproval. "I like spending my time with you Scarlett. We can all have problems time to time, life is not always easy and fun so don't feel guilty or anything."

"You do me good Severus, i feel better when i am with you..."

Hearing those words made his heart melt. He was very happy that he was actually being helpful to her.

"I will take the dishes and come back then. And meanwhile you can get dressed." She smiled and fixed his messy black hair slightly.

"Thanks..." Severus smiled shyly while she was leaving.

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Scarlett was walking back to Severus's chamber when she came across with Professor McGonagall.

"Ah Scarlett i was looking for you! You need to go to Albus's room; you have a guest."

"Guest? Who is it?" Not many people knew she was staying at Hogwarts so she wasn’t expecting any guests.

"The new deputy minister."

Now Scarlett had a even more confused look on her face so McGonagall continued. "I know you are not in the mood for such meeting, so i tried to send him back but he was pretty persistent."

"That's weird but i guess i have to meet him... Thank you Minerva." She smiled and headed to Dumbledore's room. She knocked and walked in after hearing the headmaster’s invitation.

"Oh hello Scarlett! Someone wants to meet you, i will leave you alone." Dumbledore greeted her and then left, leaving her alone with the new deputy minister. The tall man has stood up, Scarlett took a look at him and first thing came to her mind was he was looking like a human version of a husky dog with blond hair. His light blue eyes were so piercing and made her feel uncomfortable in a way.

"Hello Miss Rose. I am Amos Langley, the new deputy minister." He held his hand out for her to shake.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Langley." She shook his hand but his grip was strong enough to hurt her hand.

He looked at her head to toe attentively. He has seen her before but mostly on newspapers and magazines. She was the type of woman who so many men would dream of to be with. Even though she wasn’t looking her best right now, she still had the captivating aura. "I heard the news. It's such a shame you've been cheated on, you are such a beautiful and intelligent woman Miss Rose." Amos sent a tiny smirk to her way while sitting down. She was feeling extremely uncomfortable with him and just wanted this meeting to end as quickly as possible.

"My personal life is none of your business and I am asking you to be respectful. Beside that I am guessing you didn't come here just to meet me Mr. Langley, may i ask what's the real reason? Because i don't have much time." Scarlett replied firmly.

"I thought you have plenty of time Miss Rose since you are unemployed now. Anyways, the real reason is that i want to abolish a law which you legislated."

"You know you can do it without asking me, right?"

"I know but the minister wanted me to consult you first, he is still very fond of you Miss Rose." He made an unamused expression.

"Which law is that?"

"The one that causing death eaters to serve in Azkaban for rest of their lives."

"Why would you want to change that one?" Scarlett raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"I think it is very cruel to put someone in jail because they chose a different side than the majority."

"It is not about choosing a different side but the side they chose murdered innocent people and caused a war."

"Everybody deserves a second chance Miss Rose, even the "bad" ones."

"I am not the decision maker anymore; you can do whatever you want since you are the new deputy minister but if you ask me i don't think this law should be abolished." Scarlett stood up, she had enough of this man.

"Thank you for sharing your opinion Miss Rose but like you said, you are not the decision maker anymore. I just come here because the minister wanted it."

"Well okay then. Have a good day."

"You too Miss Rose, you too." Amos Langley watched her go with a challenging look on his face.

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Scarlett was so confused and annoyed, it was such a weird conversation and made her extremely uncomfortable. She went to Severus's room directly after it ended.

"I thought you got lost on the way." Severus said while letting her in.

"New deputy minister came here to "meet" me. But it was actually a showdown." She sat on a chair while murmuring angrily.

"By looking at your face, i am guessing you didn't like him?" Severus sat in front of her.

"I hated him. Severus he was just... so weird."

"What do you mean?"

"He kept calling me "Miss Rose" in an annoying tone, literally crushed my hand while shaking it, mentioned the cheating situation and he wants to abolish the law that i made about death eaters."

"I wasn't expecting that much fuckery to be honest. What is his problem?"

"I don't know but i got such a bad vibe from him, something is off with him but i can't put my finger on. I will write a letter to the minister later."

"That's a good idea. Don’t think much about him, probably he was just trying to annoy you."

"He was so weird..." she mumbled to herself once again.

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Around 8 pm Carina and Remus turned back to Hogwarts after spending their weekend with Sirius.

"I will come with you, i want to see Scarlett as well." Remus followed Carina to her chamber.

"Sure, uncle Rem, hopefully she is doing better. I couldn't stop thinking about her."

"Her letters sounded good though. I think she is doing okay."

Carina nodded and walked in her chamber but it was dark and Scarlett was not here. She immediately started to worry, thought the worst and run to the Professor Snape's room, knocking it in hope to find her there. Nobody answered the door, now that made her even more worried if it’s possible.

"Where are they!? Did something happen to mum and he had to take her to the hospital...?" Carina was panicking and pacing around. Remus held her softly to stop.

"Don't worry if something has happened Severus would let you know for sure. Maybe he is in his class, marking papers? Let’s check there."

He walked her to the potions class and Carina rushed in with worried eyes. Severus and Scarlett turned to see the person who interrupted them.

"Mum!" Carina run to her. "I couldn't find you in the room, i was scared!"

Scarlett hugged her daughter and caressed her hair to calm her down. "I am fine, we are playing chess here."

"Oh... i am sorry that i rushed in Professor..."

"It is okay." He smiled slightly.

"How are you doing Scarlett?" Remus asked her while kissing her cheek. That caused him getting a deadly glance from Severus.

"I am good, pretty good actually. Thanks to Severus, he took care of me really well." She smiled softly at him.

"No doubt he did... Anyways, you are having the dinner with me tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, i would like that."

"Okay then, good night everybody." Remus waved at them before he left the classroom.

They wished him good night except Severus.

"Mum i will be in the room, okay? You can continue your game. Good night professor and thanks again."

"Good night Carina." Severus smiled at her and turned his attention back to Scarlett.

"I was taking your queen." Scarlett grinned and knocked his queen down. "Aaaand checkmate!"

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thewildsophia · 5 years ago

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.Sunflower. Clone High//Van Gogh x Reader

Van Gogh x Reader

A/N: It’s been a while hasn’t it?

Word Count: 1957

As a photographer, you saw the world in frames, scenes that were waiting to be captured. Sometimes, if you had the chance, after you’ve taken some photos, you’d return home and use them as references for your sketches. Most of them were of nature scenes or cities, but a decent size of your photos were of people. Most were of students at Clone High while the rest were of people you’d see on the streets, but recently you’re Nikon’s been filled with one person in particular.

He was an odd choice and even you couldn’t explain why he had caught your eye, but your new subject was none other than Van Gogh.

Call yourself strange or weird, but Van Gogh was generally just…handsome in your eyes. He was petite and short in height, yet he stood out in a crowd with his bright, orange hair and those striking celeste blue eyes. Many of your photos of him were taken from a distance and without him knowing, so he’s not even facing the camera in them. But the few that you did have where he was looking at the camera, where he was smiling, you cherished and often redrew.

Along with photographing him, however, you began to photograph the things he likes, mainly sunflowers. Before, you never really cared much for sunflowers; they were just another flower to you. However, after meeting Van Gogh and learning his love for sunflowers, you gained a new admiration for them.

Speaking of which, you were photographing a wheat field that had sunflowers scattered about in it -- you had found it after speaking to Van Gogh and finding out that that was one of his favorite places to just hang out -- when inspiration had struck.

You were currently working on a piece for Van Gogh himself. You had heard from a little birdie -- that birdie being Joan -- that his birthday was coming up, so you decided to make him something.

It wasn’t much, just a collage of a sunflower field that you made using the pictures of sunflowers you had with Van Gogh in the center (using, of course, one of the less creepy, stalkerish pictures of him). You had originally wanted to paint it but your painting skills were…less than desirable, so you stuck with something you knew you could do well.

You had finished it a few days before his birthday and were quite proud of it. You wrapped it and waited for the day to come.

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Time flew by and his birthday was today. Joan had informed you that her and Caesar were going to visit him and had invited you to join, which you hastily agreed to. The only problem is that you had to stay after school that day to help out the freshmen in photography (since none of the other juniors would do so).

Joan had asked where you were and you quickly sent her a text explaining that you were stuck with the freshmen and would be there as soon as you could be. Turns out the soonest you could be there was way after they had their gathering, close to 8 pm. You had told Joan to let Van Gogh know that you’d still stop by to see him.

True to your word, after closing up the photography classrooms and making sure all the freshmen had gone back to their dorms, you went back to the student dorms and made your way to the 4th floor, where Joan and told you his room was.

Collage in hand, you knocked on his door hoping that you weren’t waking him. You didn’t know how early, or late, he went to bed. After a moment the door opened and Van Gogh was there, looking up at you.

“Oh, there you are,” He began, “I was wondering if you were coming at all.”

“Sorry,” You said with an apologetic smile, “I got stuck helping the freshmen out in photography. No one else wanted to do it so I was left to.”

“You’re fine. I remember earlier this year, I spent 5 hours helping some of the sophomores in painting I. It was…not all that fun.” He said with a small smile. You laughed at that and he soon laughed with you.

“Did you want to come in?” He asked after the two of you had calmed down some. You shifted on your feet before answering,

“Only if it’s okay with you.”

“Oh it’s more than okay with me,” Van Gogh said, opening the door wider and moving to the side to let you in. Doing your best to keep your face neutral at that comment, you walked in and sat in an offered chair in his kitchen.

Van Gogh followed suit, grabbing two waters from his fridge and giving one to you. You thanked him as he sat down in the chair across from you. The two of you were quiet for a moment before you spoke.

“Sorry again for coming so late,” You began, “I really did mean to come here while the others were here.” You looked down at your hands where they were folded on the table.

“And again, it’s fine,” Van Gogh said, making you look up, “I of all people know how difficult it can be when it comes to helping lower class men.”

You smiled at his understanding before asking,

“What did you guys do anyways?”

“Not much,” Van Gogh said, “We just talked and listened to music while we painted. It really was nice; normally I spend my birthday alone.”

“Paintings. Crap your gift…stupid.”

“I’m glad to hear you had a good time, and before I forget,” You said, placing your gift on the table and sliding it over to him, “Here’s your gift, for me to you.” You finished with a smile. Van Gogh took your gift with a smile.

“Aw, you didn’t have to.” He said, running his fingers over the wrapping.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” You said, rubbing your upper arm, “Now, open it!”

“Now?”

“Yeah now.”

Van Gogh began opening it, gently removing the wrapping paper instead of tearing it. He placed the paper on the table and his face contorted when he looked down at the collage.

At first you thought he didn’t like it, but that thought subsided when you noticed how his mouth opened slightly and blue eyes widened, tears beginning to brim at the corners. He sniffled and that’s when you spoke up.

“Hey,” You called out softly, “Are you…”

“I’m okay.” He said, “I just-” He cut himself off by covering his mouth. He looked away from you, doing his best to not cry in front of you. You remained quiet, waiting for him to calm down. You were concerned, but you waited patiently.

“I love it,” Van Gogh said after a moment, “I’m sorry, I just…” He said, covering his hand against his mouth. He stood up, walking over to you and hugging you. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m always making art for other people,” He said into your shoulder, “No one’s ever made something like this for me. Thank you.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome.” You whispered before he pulled away, wiping his eyes with the palm of his hand.

“Sorry,” Van Gogh said, looking over to where the collage was still sitting on the table, “It really is a beautiful piece.” He sat back down where he was a moment before, looking over the collage in more detail.

“I’m glad you like you,” You said with a smile, “I had to go through multiple flash drives in order to find good enough photos for this, so I’m glad my effort didn’t go to waste.” He didn’t say anything, simply looking over the collage more, but you didn’t mind. After a moment, Van Gogh’s face scrunched up and he looked up at you asking,

“Are these…from the wheat field? The one with the sunflowers that I told you about?” You felt your face flush and you looked away from him.

“Some of them, yeah,” You answered, “How could you tell?”

“Here, look,” He said, waving you over, “This sunflower, the one that’s got the tiny center, is from the field. So is this one with the orange petals aaaand…so are these ones, the little siamese ones.” He pointed to each sunflower and, sure enough, those were in fact the ones from the field.

“You’ve got a good eye, Van Gogh.” You said surprised.

“So do you,” Van Gogh said, looking up, “Most people would use the ‘normal’ looking ones but you chose the ones that were different. Why?” He asked.

You thought for a moment before answering,

“Well, I just thought of the person I was giving it to,” You started, which seemed to peak his interest, “You’re different. You’re somewhat ‘ratty’ looking, but you’re not gross. You’re -- despite how cheesy this is going to sound -- unique, and that’s what I like about you. That’s… was looking for in the flowers.” You quickly added onto the end. You felt your face burn as you finished explaining this, and you hoped to God that he didn’t notice the heat rising to your face.

Van Gogh smiled softly, running his fingers over the work.

“Thank you, Y/N,” He whispered, “I really appreciate this.” He looked up at you and you felt your heart melt at the smile on his face. It made all those late nights worth it.

“You’re welcome.” You choked out. He stood up, walking deeper into his room and placing the collage and paper on, what you presumed to be, his desk. He ran his hand over the gift one more time before saying,

“Damn I miss the field; I haven’t been there in a while.” He walked back over to where you were standing at the table.

“Hey, I have tons of images of the field,” You said, “Did you want to see them?” You asked, holding your camera up.

“Only if you want to.” He answered. You sat back down at the table, Van Gogh to your left, as you turned your Nikon on.

The two of you then spend the next two hours or so flipping through the pictures you had taken of the field, along with some of the students, plants, and other landscapes while talking about whatever came to mind.

You had only noticed how late it had become when Van Gogh pointed it out to you.

“It’s past 10, I don’t want to keep you any longer than necessary.” Van Gogh said while he stood up. You followed suit and let him lead you to the door. “It was really nice having you over, even just for a few hours.”

“Thanks for having me,” You said as you opened the door to leave, “Oh and before I forget,” You said turning back around.

“Wha-” Van Gogh started but quickly stopped when he felt you soft, yet chapped, lips pressed against his forehead.

“Happy birthday, Vincent.” You said quickly, pulling away when he just stood there and turning to leave. You had walked out the door, worried that you had made a mistake, before hearing Van Gogh call out to you.

“Wait!” You quickly turned around and before you had time to think, Van Gogh had pressed a kiss to your cheek. You noticed that he was on his tippy-toes and that fact alone made you smile. He pulled away saying,

“Goodnight, Y/N,” He smiled up at you and the pink-peach color that spread across his face was absolutely beautiful.

“See you tomorrow,” You smiled, turning back around and closing the door to his dorm.

#clone high #clone high van gogh #vincent van gogh #clone high vincent van gogh #van gogh x reader #clone high x reader #thewildsophia writes

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novantinuum · 5 years ago

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Intake (SUF one-shot)

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: Teen Audiences (TW: brief discussion of mental illness related topics like suicide ideation and intrusive thoughts.)

Words: 2800

Summary: Steven fills out an important form.

This is set multiple months pre The Future, and is a small glimpse into Steven’s journey to find a therapist.

If you read this and enjoy, I’d greatly appreciate your support through reblogs here, or kudos/comments on AO3 as well. AO3 link will be provided in the reblogs. Thank you! <3

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His leg bounces with a restless fervor as he slumps in the waiting room chair, clutching the clipboard and pencil the receptionist gave him with a white knuckled grip. Gaze hardened, he takes a good long look at the other patients spread across the room, a few of them appearing equally as spent and fidgety as him, and hunches over the intake form so his answers will be conclusively obscured from their view.

He grimaces. Ugh. Why would a place like this lay out their chairs so close, anyways? Why even give people the option of being nosey? He may be stuck seeing this therapist Connie’s mom recommended because he’s all messed up in the head, but it’s not like he wants the whole planet to know about it. Goodness knows all of Beach City and Little Homeworld already does thanks to his little ‘incident’ a month back. That’s bad enough.

His chest almost feeling hollow as he sighs, he scrawls in his name, his birthday, his cell number, address, and an emergency contact (Dad, who left for the car to give him privacy after signing a few forms he can’t fill out as a minor) on the lines indicated. He leaves out his many middle names for once, all of them leaving a bitter taste in his mouth at this present moment. Briefly, he wonders if this will be a problem, as these past few weeks Dr. Maheswaran assisted his dad in finally acquiring legal documentation and health insurance for him, and per those records he’s officially ‘Steven Quartz Universe’ in the eyes of the law.

Eventually he shrugs, figuring the likelihood of there being another sixteen-year-old ‘Steven Universe’ here today to confuse him with is nearing zero.

Okay, what’s next?

He briefly skims over the next few passages— a bunch of legalese about the terms of counselor-patient confidentiality and when they might have to breach that for safety reasons— and signs where indicated so they know he looked over it.

Someone sitting two chairs away coughs. He can’t help but flinch at the sudden noise, and folds himself tighter in his own seat as he flips over the first page of the form and continues to read.

In a few words, explain why you’ve chosen to reach out to us today. How can we help you?

Steven frowns, fingers twitching around the shaft of the pencil as he contemplates how to respond. For whatever reason, the question “explain why you’re here” feels very blunt and antagonistic to him in a way he can’t quite ascertain. Like... in a “give the wrong answer, get booted right out the door” sorta way. He lifts his head, peering at all the humans spread across the room, each and every one with their own story, the central character of their own worlds. Some are texting on their phones as they wait for the receptionist to call their names, others are filling out forms as well. What brought these people here, he wonders? Surely there’s plenty of people having a worse time than him right now. Surely there’s people with real problems, people who are literally struggling just to stay alive from day-to-day. He’s not like that, right? Besides that one little wobble a month back, he’s been handling his problems on his own fairly okay. Hasn’t he? So what makes him selfish enough to think that he’s worth anyone’s time?

In his pocket his phone vibrates, knocking him back into reality. He yanks it out and switches it on to look at the new text splashed across the lock screen:

Dad: Hey Schtu-ball, just wanna let you know that I’m proud of you and love you very much. You’ve got this!

He stares at these words for a good minute, the kind sentiment— despite reading as a little hopelessly over-encouraging— filling the hollow space in his chest partway. Even if his dad’s been a bit overbearing in his affections this past month, it’s clear he means well.

So. Why am I here today, he thinks, reading the question over again. He folds his fingers up into a stiff fist, pulling his thumb across his knuckles. After licking his chapped lips and shoving his phone back in his pocket, he scribbles a hasty reply.

I feel really angry and empty and tense and just want to be better.

The teen pauses, allowing those words to echo over and over in his mind, to truly sink in. It’s such a succinct and to-the-point admission that he suddenly wonders why he ever doubted he was less deserving of aid than anyone else in this waiting room.

His countenance a little lighter now and his shoulders growing less stiff, he moves on to the next section.

To aid our counselors in providing you the best possible care, please rate the following statements on a scale from zero to four, zero meaning “not at all like me,” and four meaning “extremely like me.”

Steven’s eyes dart across the length of the massive table below these instructions, his previous anxiety rushing back into his brittle bones as if it’d never left. Each row is host to a short sentence and five blank boxes, numbered zero to four. Read it and rate yourself, right? Should be simple enough. But as his glance flits over these statements and he understands the sort of personal, probing questions they’re asking through them, he begins to mistrust his previous burst of optimism. Dread floods his system, making his cheeks flush bright pink. Heart pounding at the mere thought of people staring, he drops his head lower, successfully hiding most of his face behind the clipboard until he can coax that betraying glow into fading away.

In the end, this goes to prove that it doesn’t matter if everyone says therapy will be ‘helpful’ for him; reflecting on all this junk is still gonna suck.

Quietly, he takes a steadying breath and forces himself to read on, to crack open the hornet’s nest that is the depths of his crap brain.

1. I am shy around others.

He considers this for a moment. Shy. Historically, this has never been a word people would use to describe him. For years he reveled in the thrill of meeting new people, new Gems. His childhood eagerness to engage in fellowship with those around is half the reason Era 3 even exists. And he’s fine around people he knows. Like, on a rare good day he has no problem playing board games or watching cheesy soap operas with his friends. But to be fair... as of late, his eagerness to meet anyone new feels like it’s all but vanished. Is that being shy? Or is that just him failing to care for anyone beyond his inner circle?

With a small shrug he checks the box for one, and moves on.

2. I don’t enjoy being around people as much as I used to.

Hmm. Probably a three. People are unintentionally exhausting these days. He used to be energized by social interaction, and now it just leaves him sucked dry. Most days he’d rather stick to his room.

3. I feel isolated and alone.

The weight of the diamond embedded in his belly— something he normally barely notices— grows ever more apparent as he marks off a four.

4. My heart often races for no good reason.

Uh, yeah. What happened just a minute ago is a pretty good tell. Four.

5. I have spells of terror or panic.

Another four.

6. I am anxious that I might have a panic attack while in public.

Four once more. He holds his pencil tighter, squirming in his seat as he tries (and fails) not to think about the pale scars spread across his back, hidden in his hairline, and on the underside of his arms, indentations that once marked the base of the crystalline spines that jut out from between his scales.

7. I think about food more than I’d like to.

Steven pauses at this one. For once, he’s not sure he can say this statement applies to him. Truth be told, he only started caring about what he put in his mouth earlier this year, when he cut meat and fish out of his diet. And that’s not... a bad thing? It’s not bad to want to consider the impact your food choices have on the environment? He definitely didn’t choose to do so for self-denying reasons, and that’s probably what they’re asking about. He checks zero, and moves on.

8. I feel out of control when I eat.

He almost checks another zero, but then he remembers that day after the proposal... and the week after his incident. And he decides that even if he doesn’t consciously obsess over the food he eats, there’s still a few occasions where once he starts snacking he finds it difficult to stop. A one it is, then.

9. I have sleep difficulties.

This statement nearly makes him laugh. Does he have sleep difficulties. Hah. He doesn’t think he’s gotten a truly restful night of sleep since he sacrificed himself to Homeworld at fourteen.

A solid four. No question.

10. My thoughts are racing.

Four.

11. I feel uncomfortable around people I don’t know.

Hmm. Two.

12. I drink alcohol frequently.

The only alcohol he’s ever had is a tiny sip of his dad’s with permission at Garnet’s wedding reception, and it tasted terrible. He has no interest in drinking again. Zero.

13. When I drink alcohol I can’t remember what happened.

Zero.

14. I drink more than I should.

Zero again.

15. I have done something I have regretted because of drinking.

Another zero. It almost makes him feel better, just knowing there’s a decent number of lines on this paper that aren’t a carbon copy of his lived experience.

16. I feel sad all the time.

Aaaand back to “the story of his life.” Briefly, he wonders if ‘feeling sad’ is the same thing as feeling nothing at all. But then again, does the difference really matter? He checks the box for three.

17. I am concerned that other people don’t like me.

Three. Although honestly, he’s even more concerned that people continue to like him after everything he’s done.

18. I feel worthless.

Steven nibbles at the inside of his cheek as he reads this statement, memories automatically flashing through the pathetic events of the last few weeks, through all the days he barely crawled out from under his covers, all the days he didn’t even manage to brush his teeth or run his fingers through his greasy, knotted hair, all those awful days he couldn’t so much as play one of his video games without growing tired of it in minutes and taking a restless nap for the rest of the afternoon instead.

Four.

19. I feel helpless.

Two. Everyday affairs are a drag, but at the very least he knows he can fight his way out of danger in a pinch. He wouldn’t call that helpless.

20. I have thoughts of ending my life.

He freezes. Goes back, reads this line again. Reads it a third time to make sure he’s not horrendously misconstruing the prompt he’s been given.

(Tries not to think too deeply about the graphic images that flood his imagination some nights. It’s just stray thoughts, though. He’s fine.)

One, he marks, although his muscles can’t help but twitch as he shifts his wrist, as if deep down he knows he’s underplaying his answer.

21. I feel tense.

Steven gives a small snort under his breath. Yeah, he outright admitted as much earlier in this form. Four.

22. I get angry easily.

His grip tightens.

Four.

23. I have difficulty controlling my temper.

He swallows hard, his mouth feeling abnormally dry. He’s not sure he likes how blunt and probing this questionnaire is becoming.

Four...

24. I sometimes feel like breaking or smashing things.

His knuckles go white around his pencil, and he only barely resists the temptation to snap it in half as he feels a rush of hard light flow the distance from his gem through the veins of his arm. Geeze, it’s not like he means to break things! It’s just that all of his stupid powers are linked with his emotions, and whenever he gets even marginally upset now things start to splinter, crack in half, and inevitably end up broken. Just another sign he’s fated to ruin everything around him forever, and that his intent doesn’t matter. Why do they have to pry into this? He already feels terrible enough for thinking these things.

Three, he checks, his eyes damp, but mostly because he’s too scared what their response will be otherwise.

25. I am not able to concentrate as well as usual.

He takes a deep breath, coaxing his body to return to a baseline state. Eh. He’ll give this a two.

26. I feel self-conscious around others.

His glance skirts over the edge of the clipboard to monitor the four others currently spread out across the room. One’s rhythmically swinging their legs, another is still filling out a form like him, but sitting criss-cross on the chair, and the other two are quietly typing on their phones. Thankfully none of them are pressing an ounce of attention his way, (at least, not right now), but that doesn’t stop him from feeling like an exposed nerve. Three.

27. I am afraid I may lose control and act violently.

The raw memories hit like lightning before he can even think to prepare.

Flashes of Pink. Orange fragments, cold and slick in his palms. Thunder splits the skies overhead, each cacophonous sound manifesting in perfect synchronicity with his erratic heartbeat, with each tidal wave of thoughts gushing like a maelstrom through his head: SHATTERER, I’m a shatterer, I’m—

Feeling almost dizzy from the intensity of his heart’s pulse, he knows with full certainty that his cheeks are glowing bright pink again. All he can do is clench his fists, suck down whatever amount of fresh air his lungs will allow, and pray to the very stars themselves that it’ll fade away before it garners the attention of every last human in this place.

He checks the box for four, pencil marking so hard that slivers of graphite splinter off onto the page, and moves on before he can be cowardly enough to change his answer.

28. I have thoughts of hurting others.

His fingernails claw into the thin denim at his knee, limbs outright quivering as he stews in his seat, as he’s forced to reflect upon all the ugly, ugly thoughts that have flit across his awareness over the past weeks. Thoughts about one Gem specifically. He’s... always been angry, always harbored deep resentment... but ever since his most recent trip to visit Her, he hasn’t been able to shake this awful idea: a vision of him standing over the remnants of her gemstone, shattered, fragments spilled across the otherwise pristine floors of Homeworld. He... he didn’t do it when he had the chance. He wouldn’t do it, would he?

(Orange fragments, cold and slick...)

Would he??

And yet nevertheless, the thought tortures him with its frequency, makes him feel downright nauseous at every turn. He doesn’t want it. He doesn’t want to feel this way at all.

Four.

29. I am unable to keep up with my schoolwork.

Stop. Sharp inhale. Staccato, shaky exhale. Repeat, deeper this time. Repeat.

(He can no longer see neon pink reflecting in the smooth metal clasp at the top of his clipboard.)

Okay. Schoolwork.

N/A, he writes in one of the boxes, arm still trembling from the last two questions despite his attempt at cool-down exercises. Not applicable. He hasn’t even been to school, and dreads the inevitability of this therapist asking about that mess.

30. It’s hard to stay motivated for my classes.

N/A.

31. I feel confident that I can succeed academically.

N/A, once more.

And like that, the questionnaire is over. Steven is quick to hide his answers behind the front page, and slides the pencil through the length of the metal clip. He glances around him, drinking in his surroundings with pinpoint precision. Despite his earlier concerns, no one is maliciously staring. No one’s whispering. He internally wrestled with a few challenging subjects and what do you know, it didn’t end in an embarrassingly public meltdown. He— he wipes a stray tear from his eye with the butt of his palm— he took a solid step forward today.

Coercing his body to move, he pulls himself out of the cushioned chair and crosses the room.

“I finished,” he says softly, proudly, as he hands the clipboard and pencil to the receptionist. She smiles and accepts his hard-fought offering.

For the first time in a while, the smile he instinctively flashes back almost feels genuine.

I want to be better, he thinks. I will be better.

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Notes:

This fic is loosely based on my own experience of the intake process, and the questionnaire I had to fill out. No two intake experiences are the same though, of course. This is merely one possibility. I also take personal liberties on the way I depict Steven’s struggle with mental health, and acknowledge and respect that no two fans’ interpretation will be the same.

Additional notes: -Steven’s still a minor, so he can’t actually sign contracts. I figure Greg signed a handful of forms beforehand as his guardian, and then left to allow his son a bit of privacy with filling out the questionnaire stuff. Since he's a teen, they're still giving him the full confidentiality clauses to look over so he's wholly aware how that works, though.

-To expand on a brief comment made in the midst of this, I headcanon that Steven cut both meat and fish out of his diet, and thus actually slipped up on his vegetarian diet when he was training with Jasper. I interpret this as further showcasing how the poor kid— due to being mentally vulnerable at the time and thus liable to coercion/unwise decisions— began to take actions that went against much of his established morality. He ended up sacrificing his dietary choices during those days, just like he briefly sacrificed his pacifistic views to fight Jasper.

-I also headcanon that the therapist Steven is going in to see after this isn’t the one he eventually sticks with and mentions as “my new therapist” in The Future. It’s totally normal and okay to try a few different people to find someone who you click with, after all.

Thank you for reading!

#su #su future #steven universe #su fanfiction #my writing stuff #okay the official crosspost #here you go #i keep switching how i post fics here hhh #i LIKE having the ao3 link in the post itself #but when i do that the fic almost never shows up in tags so *shrugs*

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redstarwriting · 5 years ago

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New Moves

Natasha x Fem!Reader

Request: “Hi! I love your writing, can I request a nat x fem reader fic where reader is from M15 and was sent to assist the avengers team? She's a techie and very skilled fighter and ends up saving Nats life during a hydra raid on the compound, up to you exactly how they get together! Hope this is okay :)”

Word Count: 1,807

Genre: Not totally sure to be honest with you

Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, fighting, guns

A/N: Thank you so much nonnie! I’m really happy you enjoy my writing. I really like writing fem!readers for Nat, so this was a treat to write and it made me feel better writing it! So that’s a plus. I hope this lived up to your expectations! I’m sorry it took me so long. Please enjoy!

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“So why exactly was I the one sent to do this? There are plenty of other people qualified for this job,” you complain to your best friend who only raises a single eyebrow at you. “You serious? (Y/N), you know you’re the only person that can help the Avengers on this.” You scoff at them. “Oh please. Shouldn’t they have someone who is actually, you know, meant to be a fighter? I like to do things with computers!”

“Okay, fair, but you’re also one of the best if not the best fighters we have here! Listen, (Y/N), I know you would rather be stuck here typing away at your computer like the lame ass that you are, but you need to go kick some ass with the Earth’s mightiest heroes.” You roll your eyes at their statement before sighing deeply, checking your watch. “Well, I suppose I better go. I’ve stalled my flight long enough.” “When were you supposed to leave?”

“Eight in the morning.”

“(Y/N)! It’s nearly 9:15! You can’t just-”

“Yeah, yeah, save me the lecture. I’ll see you after I get back from this mission. Don’t eat any of the food I have in my office. I’ll know it was you,” you say, narrowing your eyes at them. They just flip you off as you walk away with a smirk on your face. You make your way to the hangar where you were supposed to be literally an hour and fifteen minutes ago. To say you got a stern talking to from the pilot was an understatement. The next eight hours were very awkward for you, as you warmed up your muscles in the back of the jet. You were about to assist the Avengers after all. You may as well be warmed up, anything and everything can happen when it comes to them.

It’s not that you hated the Avengers, far from it actually. You admired them greatly. The reason you didn’t want to do this mission was genuinely because you’d rather be at your computer. While fighting is all good and fun, hacking, figuring out puzzles, finding information on people, even fixing technology was just so much more of a thrill for you. You didn’t mind kicking some serious ass every once in a while, but your heart is where there’s a hard drive. You also may have had a Fat Crush on Natasha Romanoff. What a woman. You sigh and blush thinking about it but continue warming up. The flight goes by decently fast, or as fast as an 8-hour flight can go. You land at the Avengers Compound, and although you’re a tad nervous, you aren’t showing it.

You walk out of the plane, saluting to your pilot who just stares at you before he takes off. You chuckle to yourself; you really did make a new enemy today. “(Y/N) (L/N), it is great to finally meet you. We’ve been told about your skills and we believe you’ll be a valuable asset to this mission. I am-”

“Maria Hill. And you are Nick Fury. I do my research. Now tell me, what exactly am I meant to be doing?” you ask, not slowing down your walk. After all, you had work to do. Better to get it done than sit around talking. You don’t see it but Nick and Maria share a glance. You definitely lived up to what they expected. “Well, it seems there’s a new Hydra base, but we can’t pinpoint exactly where it is,” Maria explains, and you glance back at her. “Are they just changing the IP Address around? I don’t suppose you wouldn’t have needed to call me in if that were the case,” you think out loud and Maria nods. “We originally thought that was the case, but… then it got a little more complicated.” You stop walking and look at her with a confused expression. “We’ll let Stark tell you what’s happening. We have some… other… business to attend to,” Fury says. You nod at him and walk into the room where the Avengers are. Why are your hands sweating? They need to stop that. They need to stop that right now. Why are you nervous? What is going-

“Agent (L/N)?” you hear a voice which snaps you out of your mind and you look to see the Tony Stark in front of you. “Tony Stark,” you say, holding your hand out to him to shake which he does. “So why am I here? I’m assuming you need to find more than an IP Address,” you say and he nods, motioning you over to his work space. That’s when you notice Natasha is also with him. And by default, with you. Aaaand now your hands are sweaty again. Great. “It’s nice to meet you Agent (L/N). I’m Natasha Romanoff,” she says to you, and you give a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you too, Agent Romanoff.”

“Okay, time to pay attention to this one now. Basically, there’s this new Hydra base, right? We need to find it to stop it because we believe it’s their new main base. Not good. The only problem is, we can’t pinpoint this new base down. At first, we thought it was what you said, an IP Address constantly changing which is easy to crack., I could do it in my sleep. But then when I tried and nothing was working, I realized we were dealing with something more… complex. Bigger, in a word.”

“And what you mean by bigger is…?”

“It’s jumping IP Addresses, yes. The only catch is that it’s jumping IP Addresses in space.”

“…In space?”

“In. Space.”

“You’re serious? That’s absolutely mental,” you mumble, completely amazed. You start typing away on his tech as he watches. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Natasha watching as well, and you smirk to yourself. “Even though I am the smartest man alive when it comes to tech, I couldn’t figure it out. So, naturally, I decided the smartest woman in tech could.” You wink at him before saying, “Give me forty-five minutes. I’ll figure it out.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“You’re pretty confident,” Natasha says, and you give her a small smirk. “Well this is my specialty. The addition of space to it is just a fun little puzzle I need to solve to crack the code. This will be a fun little challenge,” you say half to her and half you talking to yourself. You’re so enveloped in the work you’re doing; you don’t notice her little chuckle. What you do notice, though, is the sudden sound of breaking glass and gunshots. Your expression turns from confusion to anger as you realize, “Stark, did you forget to hide the IP Address for this system here?!”

“…You know, I may have forgotten that tiny part.” You duck down as the glass behind Tony breaks, Natasha following with you and Tony suits up. He starts shooting blasters at the intruders, but there’s a significant amount. Luckily for you, not all of them are armed. “I’m going to go look for Cap, you two handle any others who come in here,” Tony says before running out of the room. You and Natasha exchange a glance before a new group of men run in the room. You pull out your gun, and start shooting at them, Natasha doing the same. Right when it looks like you’re done and the last man is down, you hear a sudden gasp. You turn and look at Natasha, who was caught off guard by one of the Hydra agents. He has a gun to her head, and he doesn’t look like he’s about to waste any time with the trigger. “I don’t think so, bastard,” you mumble before jumping into action.

You grab the wrist he’s holding the gun in, twisting it as hard as you can which results in a loud pop. He yells in pain, dropping his weapon, but now his attention is on you. He throws Natasha to the ground, getting ready to take a swing at you, but you expertly dodge his punch, sliding swiftly under his arm. You then elbow him in the side, causing him to jolt forward, giving you the perfect opportunity to kick your leg up and bring it down on the back of his neck, forcing him to the ground. You then grab his hair, yanking his head up and then forcefully smashing it onto the ground, knocking him out. While you do this, Natasha watches. She was ready to jump up and save you, but it seemed like you had everything handled. Even when a guy tried to sneak up behind you after you took the one who was after her out. You didn’t even need to look to know that someone was there. You stepped back onto one oof his feet as forcefully as you could, which caused him to double over, giving you the perfect opportunity to elbow him in the face. He staggered backwards as you turned around, getting low and using your leg to take out his, causing him to land on the ground with a loud bang. Luckily, he hit his head on the way down, so he was out cold, and you didn’t even need to do anything else to stop him.

“Nice going, (L/N),” you hear Natasha say and you look over to see her with a smirk on her face. “Oh, it was nothing really,” you respond, trying to not let the look on her face affect you, but definitely failing. She definitely knew it affected you. Oh God. “Maybe you could teach me a few of your moves after you figure out this Hydra space thing?” she suggests, and now it’s your time to smirk. “The Black Widow is asking me to show her some moves?” you ask, and she chuckles. “She is. She’s… interested in what you could teach her.” Now there was no hiding the blush dusting your face. You clear your throat, tryin to not look like a loser before turning back to what you were working on before. “I’ll be done with this in-”

“Forty-five minutes?”

“Thirty-five, actually,” you say, a glint in your eye. She smiles. “I’ll be waiting.”

Now you did figure out where the Hydra base was and you did teach Natasha some new moves. No, actually, you taught her some combat moves. She was really impressed with what you did and was willing to learn from you. Don’t worry though, she taught you plenty of new moves too. Now after this incident you were called in to help the Avengers many more times. And now any time you need to go help them, you leave early. After all, you’d be a bad girlfriend if you didn’t visit every so often.

#avengers x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #avengers imagine #black widow imagine #natasha romanoff imagin #natasha romanov imagine #avengers #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov

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anywhozits · 5 years ago

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All I Really Want Chapter 8

Rating: M

Pairing: Hansanna now / Kristanna eventuallyyy

Verse: 90s High School AU / frozen retelling

Chapter Summary: Anna still celebrates her 15th birthday.

Notes: Thank you for reading!! Warnings in this chapter include profane conversations and underage drinking.

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“Surprise!” A chorus of voices echoed through the entryway of the Larsen’s Newport Peninsula beach house.

Hans flipped the light switch and several grinning faces beamed back; hands raised in an excited stupor.

“Happy birthday, Anna!” The chorus echoed.

Anna’s eyes lit up as she scanned the crowd—all her best friends were there. Kristoff, of course. Sven, Olaf, Ryder, Ashley, Bebe.

They’d hung a banner, somewhat shoddily painted by the likes of probably Kristoff, and the gesture made tears prickle in Anna’s eyes.

Hans threw a hand over her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Thought you deserved a rager, too.”

Anna laughed, tears still prickling. The fact that he thought she deserved anything…

And then she turned her head and saw Elsa, cheeks still red from her tipsiness, and Anna lost it into quiet sobs. “Thank you, guys!” She could barely choke this out.

“Ashley and Bebe arranged the whole drink situation and I think that’s in the kitchen? If we all wanted to do a round.” Hans’s hand had floated down distinctly to Anna’s ass. Her cheeks burned.

When she noticed that Kristoff had narrowed his eyes at the pair of them, she bit her lip nervously.

Was Hans right?

No? No. Nonono. Forget this, Anna. Forget. It.

And she did.

Music started blasting from who the hell knew where, but it was Pony by Ginuwine which meant this was officially a rager, and Anna was already so drunk she felt a little wobbly. But she was also super excited for this shot.

Because there were so many people who loved her and it was her birthday and she spent the first bit with her parents and Elsa and now all her friends…

Whew. Deep Breaths.

The emotions overwhelmed her again and she felt the tears flowing, but she trudged into the kitchen anyway.

Kristoff had beaten them there by a mile and already poured all the Don Julio shots into tiny red plastic cups, handing them out with a smile and a wink (to Anna at least).

“Anna, happy birthday,” he said, smiling, raising his plastic cup.

Her heart fluttered a little and she just knew her cheeks had turned a deeper shade of crimson.

“Anna, hi! God, it feels like I haven’t seen you in five-ever.”

Anna giggled. “Hi, Olaf.” Her eyes narrowed when she saw her friend holding one of the shot glasses. Olaf said he didn’t want to drink until college. Good on him, she thought. Knowing the massive hangover, she would have tomorrow made her think Olaf had a sixth sense. “What are you drinking?”

“Red bull.”

She laughed heartily at that one. “Red Bull? I’m gonna have to send you on a run along the beach to get all that energy out.”

“I’m great!” He exclaimed way too excitedly.

“Okayyy, attention, attention!” Sven cupped his hand over his mouth to give himself a little extra volume over the beats of Pony. “Anna is 15! And happy surprise party to her – tonight, we drink. Thanks to Hans for arranging this little shindig. Thanks to us for getting the party started. Are we ready?”

Everybody cheered.

“Then without further ado… arriba, abajo, al centro, al dentro.”

Ashley and Bebe had naturally forgotten the salt and the limes and literally any chaser other than red bull, so Sven was met with many horrified coughs. But at least now the job was done.

Anna jumped up and down. She thought the tequila hit her instantly. “Hot tub?!”

“Beers to go!” Hans opened the fridge and started chucking Coronas to everyone as the ran out to the front yard.

It was completely pitch black already. Nobody could see anything but the eternal blackness of the boardwalk, the sand, and the ocean. Even the BBQ area and the hot tub were hard to discern. Still, soon enough everybody shed their clothes and hopped in, realizing a little too late that the hot tub was not, in fact, hot and instead actually somewhat cold. But they were too tipsy to care.

They were all squeezed in – Elsa and Anna next to each other, with Hans to Anna’s right and Ryder to Elsa’s left. The rest had filed in wherever they saw fit.

“Hey, uh—Elsa. I hear you’re going to Pomona?” Ryder asked in an especially friendly manner.

“Yes. I’m doing a pre-college program now to get in the swing of things.”

“Ah. Rad.”

“Mmhmm,” Elsa nodded while sipping her beer.

“My sister’s going there too!”

“Really?”

“Yeah—her name’s Honeymaren. She’s cool. I bet she’d love to know somebody before starting, if you’re—if you’re cool with that, I can hook you up.”

Elsa blushed. “Hook me up?”

“Yeah, you know—put you in contact, whatever—so you’ve got a friend before you start.”

She bit her lip. “Oh, sure.”

Then he laughed. “Ohhh you thought I meant hook you up hook you up. Nah. Didn’t mean it like that. And anyway, I don’t know what the whole dude sitch is there, but I’m sure you two could find that whole shebang out together.”

“Yeah,” she swallowed. “Maybe.” And then let out a long breath.

“Let’s play a game, let’s play a game!” Olaf chanted.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anna squealed. She loved games. “Okay! Which game?”

“Ten Fingers!” Bebe yelled a little too loudly. She was at least two shots in. “You put out ten fingers and then someone says, like, never have I ever… given head or whatever and if you’ve done it you’ve gotta drink so everyone knows you’ve done it!”

“I’ll go first,” Hans smirked, snaking his arm around Anna once again. “Never have I ever flown coach.”

Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff were visibly the only ones who didn’t drink.

Kristoff next. He narrowed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and then spoke, “Never have I ever flown. In a plane. Ever.”

Drinks all around, and Sven immediately had a response ready, “Never have I ever done drugs, other than weed.”

Hans was the only one who drank anything.

“Interesting,” Sven said.

“Never have I ever been drunk!” Olaf exclaims, his go-to answer for this kind of game.

Groaning in unison, they all polished off a bit more of their beers.

“Never have I ever watched porn,” Bebe said with resolve. “I want some real dirt.”

Anna, Elsa, and Ashley and the boys minus Olaf took proud sips of their beers.

“WHAT?! You’re telling me girls watch porn? The hell?” Ryder can’t shake his confusion.

“Um, duh,” Anna rolled her eyes. “We’re not another species.”

“Never have I ever…” Ashley gulped, unsure where to take this. “Blacked out.”

Anna’s jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Huh.” Anna drank her beer, frowning when she realized it was empty. “Aww. All gone.”

“I’ll get some more,” Hans murmured. “This game’s lame anyway.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “You’re only saying that because you’re losing or … winning—which is it?”

“Winning,” Hans said as he climbed out of the hot tub and turned away.

“I can help you carry stuff!” Olaf ran after him.

“Okay. My turn,” Ryder bit his lip. “Um. Never have I ever been in a band.”

“You suck,” Kristoff whined.

“Yeah, Ryder. Go to hell.” Sven flipped him off.

Elsa, next, rubbing her hands together nervously, eternally unsure. “Never have I ever…eaten a hamburger?”

“Shit, really?” Sven was more than taken aback.

Elsa nodded, prompting everyone to drink even more. Anna grabbed Elsa’s beer and took a couple gulps from it.

Aaaand okay. Now—officially—all of the alcohol hit Anna. The world kind of … actually very noticeably so started spinning.

“Laaaaame,” she said, her words starting to slur a little bit. “We’ve gotta kick it uppa nosh, hmm? Never… have I ever… had sex in a forest.”

Nobody drank.

“Hmmm… nobody? Nah one body? Nah any one of you? Okay.”

Kristoff scooted closer to Anna and puffed out his chest. “Never have I ever had sex on the beach.”

Anna took Kristoff’s beer this time and stared deeply into his eyes while she drank sip after sip. Again, nobody else drank.

Then Sven. “Never had I ever had sex in the car.”

Anna deliberately sipped on the beer again.

“Never have I ever had sex in a hot tub!”

Anna laughed maniacally and took several long gulps of the beer. “Nah this one though! I… swear!”

“Good,” Bebe replied, scrunching up her nose. “Well, um. Never have I ever had sex.”

Anna took an uninspired sip. Not dramatic when they knew all the other places she and Hans had explored… but when she looked around and noticed not a single soul except… was that Elsa drinking?

No way. Elsa?! She’d have to debrief this later, like. Majorly.

But, seriously? Nobody else? Like... shit.

Why had they taken it so far with all those random spots, then? Almost like... they were baiting her or something.

And besides… more than anything, it surprised her. Anna thought most everyone had done it. At least, she hadn’t considered herself particularly early, really. But if Ashley hadn’t done it, despite Hans making it seem like they’d hooked up before, then Anna was beyond confused. Crisis mode. Because if they hadn’t and in general if Ashley-the-17-year-old hadn’t… then oh freaking snap maybe she was early. Not that she regretted it, but. It still felt weird to be one of the only ones. She didn’t want to feel like a slut or something. Shit.

Yeah. Okay—she was a slut. Anna Larsen, the slut. Shitshitshitshit.

Except, there was that one silver lining.

Elsa drank, too.

No wonder she gave such good advice about doing it for the first time.

Ashley shrugged. “Never have I ever kissed a girl.”

But Anna could think of nothing but the word slut on repeat so she couldn’t begin to comprehend who drank to that one.

Slut. Slutslutslut. Slut. Anna’s a slut. Anna Larsen’s a slut. Slutslutslut.

But… at least she was winning the game? Right?

Yeah. When Anna looked down at her hands, she realized she was crazy close to officially sealing the deal of her win.

Or did winning this game make her more of a slut?

This was hopeless. Might as well embrace it. She had no regrets.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Anna proudly showed off her right hand. “I only have wwwww-one finger left!” And then, all of a sudden, she remembered the most important, juicy detail of the night. So Anna backtracked, leaning over to her sister. “Wait. El…sa. You had sex? Why di’it you tell me?” She had tried to whisper but in her drunken state had abysmal volume control.

“You saw me drink?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You didn’t… did you see me drink for any other ones?”

“Mmm, couple. But I dun care about those. Lass I saw for drink wash the sexy time one and I wanna know the story! Story time, story time!”

“I don’t want to tell the story, Anna. And it’s … it’s not exactly what you think. It’s different, but… I’m not ready to talk to you about this, okay? I... I wouldn’t have answered it if I were sober.”

“You sure soun sober, sisser.” Anna took her index finger and jammed it into Elsa’s chest bone. Her cerulean eyes looked glossy and lost. And then she jutted out her bottom lip. “Come on, tell me!”

“Another day, okay?”

She huffed and blew a piece of wet red hair out from her face. “Fine,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, grumbling, “Beee that way. Another day, wha-evah.”

Elsa bit her lip. “Hey, you know what?”

“Whuh?”

“I think I need to eat my words about Hans.”

“Yeah?!” Anna’s eyes lit up and she squealed. Not a slut, not a slut.

“Yeah. He’s… he seems like a good guy. He put in a lot of effort for you today. I can’t believe he talked to mom and dad, I mean—that’s a huge effort in and of itself.”

Anna giggled and nodded. “Huuuge.”

“So, anyway, he’s—"

“I got more drinks!” Hans called from the sliding glass door. Olaf bounded in after him. “Would’ve been back sooner had Olaf not talked my ear off about everything he loves about Anna.”

Olaf shrugged. “Wanted to make sure you know how special she is.” And then he hopped back into the hot tub.

“Awww,” Anna cooed, giving Hans a sloppy kiss on the lips as he handed her the drink. “Thanks babe.”

“No prob.” His eyes became half lidded and he didn’t let go of her face, bringing her in for another kiss, even sloppier this time, definitely with tongue. One hand trailed down her body and onto her thigh—her upper thigh, and he squeezed her skin. Anna shivered and kissed him deeper.

Fuck it. Slut or not a slut she was happiest here, like this. With Hans.

“Um. Dudes? Game’s not over.” Ryder tried to wave his hand in their peripheral vision, but all four eyes were decidedly closed.

“Earth to Anna? Earth to Hans?” Sven had started full-blown yelling, and at the same time Kristoff had retreated to his shell, his eyes also closed for some reason.

Anna giggled. “Hah—earth. Thassfunny, Ashley.”

“Um. It’s Sven. I’m Sven.”

“Oh-kay, yeahhh. Sure, you are, Ashley. Thassa good one too. I didin know you were so fuuunny!” Hans’s hand squeezed her thigh again. “Should we finish the game?”

“I think, maybe…” Elsa looked around, trying to garner support from her sister’s friends. “We can just say you won?”

Anna giggled and pumped a fist into the air. “Yeah! Cool! Go me!”

“I’m gonna get you some water.”

“Thanks, sisser,” Anna said, yawning. “Soo… whadda we do now? Ooh! I know! Go… I wanna go… swimming!”

Before anybody could stop her, Anna raced out of the hot tub and then to the beach.

Kristoff chased after her.

“Anna, Anna, wait wait wait wait!”

She spun around so quickly that her body couldn’t take it and she fell dramatically onto the sand with a huge plop. “Oof,” she exhaled before cracking up.

He dashed to her side, sliding with ease on the sand, somehow, and making sure she was okay.

Then, he reached out one hand and touched her protectively on her shoulder. She shivered at the touch, smiling when she noted how soft and kind his brown eyes were in the moonlight.

“I wanna go…schwimming.”

“In the ocean?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Are you… are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt. I want you to be safe.”

“You…wan me to be safe?”

“Yeah, I—I do.”

Anna thought back to what Hans had said earlier. About Kristoff being pathetic and all that—it wasn’t true. Anna knew it couldn’t be true, but… she wanted to tread those waters maybe a little more than she wanted to wade out into the actual ocean. “Because you looooove me?” Okay, there it was. Out.

A palpable silence overcame them both.

And then Anna leaned back so her head rested on his chest. Kristoff hesitated initially, but then steadily draped his arm around her shoulders.

Still silent.

In a flash, something happened, a penny dropped maybe, and Kristoff tensed up completely.

Okay, so ... either Hans was right, or ... he was completely, utterly wrong and Anna just made a complete fool of herself. Great. Excellent. Wonder-freaking-ful!

Anna couldn’t let this silence go on for any longer. She whispered, “Like a sisser.”

And then he sighed, “Yeah.”

Ha! See, Hans? Her not-boyfriend was so frigging wrong. Kristoff loved her like a sister. Not... whatever.

But then why did Anna suddenly feel so disappointed?

“You my bessfrien,” she sighed into his chest. “Thank you fo keeping me safe.”

He didn’t say anything else, just held onto her tighter.

Until.

“Anna!”

Hans’s voice.

“Anna! You didn’t actually go swimming did, you?”

Anna laughed and tried to stand back up but had much difficulty, swaying so heavily that Kristoff came to her aid. “No!”

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

“To bed? Oooh.” She tried to strut toward him, but her stumbling created a real fall-risk. Hans rushed to help her, shooing Kristoff away in the process.

Within seconds Hans’s mouth was on hers again, like in the hot tub, to the same graphic degree. All Anna could think was yes. She was so happy. He planned the most perfect birthday she’d ever had in her life and now she was here kissing him. Yes—happy. Perfect. Best birthday she could ever wish for.

All thanks to Hans.

Kristoff visibly grimaced and tried to push past the couple. He grumpily uttered, “Goodnight,” but this word made Anna perk back up.

“Kris?” How had she forgotten he was here? Dumb shit, Anna. Drunk or not. Kristoff continued to trudge away from the couple, but a very determined Anna clumsily sprinted to catch him. “Sorry bout dat. Um—thank oo for tonight. I… is been a guh-reat birthday.”

He stopped the second she caught up to him and let out a sigh. “You’re welcome, Anna.” His eyes darted to Hans quickly. “Are you… I know you’re—are you good to, um, be with him tonight? I meant what I said earlier—I want you to be safe. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

Anna nodded and said, “Thanks, bessfren. I’m great—safe! Happy and in loooove.” She smiled blissfully and impulsively got up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his right cheek. “Goodnight, Kris!”

His eyes grew to the size of saucers and his cheeks flushed red.

“Good…good morning! I mean night. It’s night. Um—goodnight. Goodnight, Anna.”

But by the time he finished speaking, Anna was already back with Hans, kissing him fervently, and paying Kristoff no mind.

#frozen #kristanna #hansanna #fanfic #fanfiction #myfics

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edelweiss123 · 5 years ago

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It still baffles me...

...that the writers of a kid's show who were willing to blatantly address various heavy topics on-screen such as revenge, war, torture, racism, famine, sexism, ableism, child abuse, abandonment, and fucking GENOCIDE, with gravity and aplomb...

...still somehow thought that "literal 12-year-old doesn't end up with his first crush" would be a deal-breaker. Like...?

Okay. First, a disclaimer. I am a die-hard Zutara shipper. I'm also really fond of MaiLee and Taang, independent of that, and really don't care for Maiko, but that's topic for a different post. None of the points I’m going to go over have anything to do with those pairings.

But EVEN IF I didn't feel that there were far better canon characters for Katara and Aang to end up with respectively...

Kataang, as it is written in canon, is sad and weird and uncomfortable to me, and here's why:

The Dynamic

Maybe if the characters had been, say, 16 and 18 when they first met, this wouldn't be a problem. But Aang is 12 and Katara's 14. And their maturity gap is far larger than a mere two years.

Aang, despite being well traveled and the burden of Avatarhood on his shoulders, is also a very *young* 12. Remember, up until the iceberg, he's lived a pretty idyllic, mostly responsibilty free life. He's only known he was the Avatar for like, a month, tops, before that. Sure, the other monk children don't play with him after this reveal, but it's well established he has friends all over the globe; he's a prodigy, yes, with all the pressure that can bring, but it doesn't appear he was pushed to master air so fast? He just very much enjoys airbending. And Gyatso is a loving guardian.

Which is why he runs away at the first sign of something difficult in his life--the possibility of losing Gyatso.

Compare this to Katara, who was born in a hostile landscape amongst a struggling people. She is, as far as she knows, the last of her kind, with no teacher to guide her. She suffers a traumatic loss young, and it is *explicitly stated in the show* that she stepped up to fill her mother's shoes at what, 7? 8? While her family grieved. Her father leaves, possibly to never return, when she is 11. She is laden with responsibility beyond her years. Her time and energy are not for her to spend on herself--she has too much to do. *She is not a child*

So of *course* she starts mothering this wide-eyed cheerful boy, who got taken away by the same people who murdered her mother within a day of meeting him. He's the Avatar but he's also an innocent kid in need of protection and care.

Now, does that mean she never acts immature? No--she *is* still a teenager, and prone to occasional bouts of typical teenager dumbassery. (see: waterbending scroll). But she does most of the chores and nags the others about their misbehavior and tries to console them when when they're down. She literally poses as Aang's mother at a PTA meeting. For fucks sake, at the end of Season 2, when she's holding a dead Aang sprawled in her arms and looking pleadingly at the sky, there is NO WAY you can convince me all those art students storyboarding that scene WEREN'T making an intentional reference to *La Pieta*--You know, that super famous statue where Mary is cradling her dead Savior son (before he gets resurrected) and that is widely considered one of the most poignant examples of MOTHERLY LOVE AND GRIEF in the whole WORLD.

And I don't know about you... but it's really, really creepy to me for a *romantic* relationship to result from something with that much mother/son energy deliberately coded into the show.

The Lack Of Development

At what point does Katara reciprocate the crush? It's very well established that Aang has a crush, of course. But we've got 61 episodes and basically no definitive evidence that Katara feels anything for Aang beyond platonic affection. There's the time a fortune teller says she'll marry a powerful bender and she's like, 'huh' (let's ignore the fact that Aang at the time is like the only powerful bender she really knows). There's the time she (almost?) kisses Aang in a cave because, you know, she thinks they might stay lost forever and starve to death if she doesn't (romantic!)

The other two times Aang kisses her--she's just kind of shocked after the first one, and gets mad after the second one because she *had just expressed a desire to not do so seconds before* And the fourth kiss is in the literal last 30 seconds of the show, with no dialogue, no lead-up, just a fade to black "welp this is happening, aaaand, SCENE." It very, very much has the feeling of "hero gets the prize/girl" instead of "two people who have been mutually longing for each other come together", and that's really, really gross to me. It does such a disservice to both their characters, but Katara's especially. It feels like she had no agency in this result, that they got together because Aang wanted it so much, but it matters so little what she wanted that we don’t even need to bother showing her wanting it.

The Stunting/Regression of Character Growth

What does Aang sacrifice? The answer? Nothing. 'Now, wait a minute', I can hear you say, 'he lost his entire people and culture! How can you say he's lost nothing!' I didn't say he's never suffered *loss*. But having something taken away from you and giving something up for another's sake are two entirely different things. Aang, in the end, gets everything he wanted--the girl he wanted, his pacifist morals intact and unchallenged, his culture eventually restored. Hell, he even somehow gets the Avatar State, despite never explaining how he manages it when it was EXPLICITLY STATED he couldn't do so without letting go of certain attachments. Wow, guess it turns out he never needed to sort out all of his emotional trauma to acheive inner peace and enlightenment after all--just needed a good acupressure session to get those chakras flowin'! One quick magic whack to the back!

I don't think 'the hero is always right' is a good message. The theme of 'just because you want something doesn't necessarily mean it's what's good for you, or others' is a pretty recurring theme throughout the rest of the show, and having the universe warp itself to accomodate the beliefs of the protagonist (lookin' at you, deus-ex-machina turtle) so he is always right, no matter what, means that he never has to reevaluate his beliefs, never really has to *grow* as a character.

Kya, Ursa, Yue, Iroh, Hakoda, Katara, Sokka, Zuko--hell, even Toph, who makes the decision to let Appa get taken so she can save her friends...

Over and over it's shown that Love is Sacrifice, and I think Aang should have been shown making some personal sacrifices for the sake of the world, instead of showing that the power of clinging to his absolutist morals is enough to solve all his problems.

I understand why the writers, despite showing many characters die off-screen, hesitated to show Aang killing someone, even someone unredeemably evil, because there would be no way to do it OFF screen, and it IS still a kid's show. (On that note: couldn’t they have just somehow...idk, trapped Ozai in the Spirit World or something? Have him literally sent to not-hell?)

BUT, that doesn't mean they couldn't have shown Aang doing something that made him realize that, as the Avatar, even if a necessary action went against his personal beliefs or wasn't what he wanted, his needs are superceded by the needs of the world he claims to love. He ignores this in S2 and nearly pays the ultimate price... but it's never properly addressed again. And thus, because that never happens, I honestly don't consider 13-yr-old Aang all that much more mature than 12-yr-old Aang, and I think that's a waste of potential.

And as for character regression...

Katara? Master Waterbender and war-hero? Who grabbed onto the first opportunity to explore the world beyond her tiny home, who fought for every scrap of skill and recognition she had--against a world determined to see her as lesser because of her race, her gender, her age? Who never backed down from what she thought was right, even when her own family and friends didn't support her? You're telling me that, according to canon, *that same Katara* was perfectly content to retreat to the South Pole and do nothing of note for the next 70 years except for being a good little housewife and healer? Get the fuck out of here with that misogynistic horseshit.

IN CONCLUSION

I could go on. I could talk about the unequal division of emotional labor between the two--with Katara constantly having to be mindful of not upsetting Aang too much lest he fly away and/or have an Avatar State tantrum. With Katara constantly reassuring Aang, but Aang, for instance, offering unsolicited advice about revenge instead of trying to understand what she needed, or kissing her without asking--twice!--and expecting them to be together without him ever even asking if that's what she wanted. I could talk about Katara not taking Aang to task for things he does wrong and Aang not being willing to see that Katara isn't perfect--how he puts her on a pedastal and Katara is afraid to leave it and break his illusions by being her real self.

But ultimately, what it boils down to, it that the most unrealistic thing about AtLA was not the magic, or the spirits, or the hybrid animals.

No, the most unbelievable thing about this show is that the ending was ruined just because more than creating a consistent thematic and emotional throughline, a couple of white dudes wanted to vicariously live out all of their "hot-for-babysitter" childhood fantasies.

And that's all I have to say about that.

#avatar: the last airbender #atla #meta #critical #anti-kataang #don't like don't read #a decade's worth of salt #and i might as well tag #zutara

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curechocolattymilk · 4 years ago

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3, 5, 30, 41, 60 for Mei 5, 18, 34, 47, 67 for Otero aaaand 4, 16, 31, 55 and 86 for Tei?

ooh we got the whole fam here

Long Post Ahead! + Quick spoilers from Kaidan's lineage quest so warning for that

MEI

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?

She's named after Kaidan's mother actually! Meixiu is her full first name, but she tends to go by Mei. Other nicknames range from Courron calling her Tiny (& her calling him Big Guy - ironic height jokes are these two's bread & butter) or the usual ones her parents give to all the kids (cub, kiddo, kid, etc.).

However, papa Kai is the only one allowed to call her Dart/Dartwing. She had a habit of skittering all over the place as a hatchling, & it just stuck for the two.

5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives?

Mei has a great relationship with her parents, a bit more of a daddy's girl in regards to Kai though lol. Her relationships with her siblings are good as well, save for her twin, Otero, which is a little tense after he had ran off so suddenly. But during & post-Dawnguard they've been reconnecting.

She makes sure to keep in touch with Tei's side of the family & visits when she can, debating if she ends up running into Rumarin's family during her time in Summerset though. 🤔 Wonder how that will go.

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?

Unless cornered, it'll be flight 8/10 times. She'd probably toss out a few spells to distract/disorient the perceived threat before booking it. Don't get me wrong, Mei can hold her own, but she'd rather not be caught in a scuffle if she can avoid it

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh?

Very high-pitched & wheezy, 100% a snorter. It's a laugh you'll hear often because Mei tends to laugh at her own dumb jokes

60. Describe the way they sleep.

If you were to watch her sleep, for some odd reason, you would probably develop second-hand backpain. Mei is extremely limber and sleeps in the weirdest positions no problem. Though to be fair, it's hard to find a decent sized bed when you're 7 & a half feet tall - she has to make do with what she has.

OTERO

5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives?

Not the best, especially with Tei. The two butted heads a lot when Otero reached his teens; the discovery he had inherited werebeast blood was the push over the edge for him.

Really the only relative he's actively reaching back out to is Mei, though he might slowly try & reconnect with everyone else over time.

18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages?

Cyrodilic, Dovahzul, & a small bit of Yoku. The first was the main language taught to him as a hatchling, though Tei would teach him the latter two alongside his siblings. Otero actually has conversations with Durnehviir in the dragon language, be it whenever the dragon is able to fly around in Skyrim or if he visits them in the Cairn (the events of Vigilant may or may not have made the whole soul thing a non issue)

34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives?

Not very easily, Otero prefers to be closed-off & self-sufficient. The only exception to this trait is Pelath, but he was kinda forced to trust the Altmer with his life because they were dependent on each other to escape Bal's realm. Regardless of the fact, Pel is probably the only person Otero truly trusts.

47. What’s their pain tolerance like?

Pretty high I suppose? It was something that had to build-up through their time as a Vigilant & later a Dawnguard - fighting daedra & vampires hurts bro

67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room?

His bedroom is 100% a mess only he can navigate. Maps, cool rocks, materials, mission notices, you name it, it's scattered in there. But Otero can still find whatever he's looking for! As for shared spaces, like a kitchen or bathroom, Otero will make sure to keep it clean - or at the very least, clean up after himself.

TEI

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger? Which sibling are they the closest with?

Yes they do, two in fact! Tei has an older sister, Tamit, who is a teacher in Cyrodiil & a "twin" brother (hatched the same day he was born) Azahael, who is apart of Hammerfell's naval defense. Tei is definitely closest with Aza, the two were thick as thieves' as kids & always caused trouble together.

16. Are they religious?

They follow the Redguard (Yokudan) pantheon, specifically the goddess Tava. Tei doesn't really acknowledge the Divines all too much, & is in-fact a bit resistant to this "Imperial cult;" but they aren't going to tell you to abandon that faith if you follow it, y'know?

31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this?

Despite being a rude little fucker, they do put aside their needs for others.....most of the time. Be it for loved ones or for the random folk being pushed around by everyone else.

55. What is their alcohol tolerance like? What kind of drunk are they? How bad are their hangovers?

It's not ridiculous, but Tei could probably out-drink one or two Nords at Candlehearth if up for the challenge. They're much more talkative when buzzed & especially when drunk, also gets a bad case of the munchies & will eat all the appetizers/snacks if you aren't careful.

Hangovers are the worst though & they'd probably be asking the poor soul watching over them that next day to just put them out of their misery.

86. How do they celebrate holidays? How do they celebrate birthdays?

Whether it's Hammerfell specific holidays or ones that are celebrated all across Tamriel, Tei likes to enjoy them to the fullest! They'd rather it be with close friends/family/etc. than a whole town of folk, but won't really argue against the latter either - they just might leave a little earlier. Same goes for birthdays, Tei will make you a cake or birthday dinner - no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Present wise, however, they will either ask what you want & get you that or will just gift you money.

#long post #skyrim oc #skyrim ocs #oc ask meme #ask meme #ask memes #mei perdes #otero perdes #jeerteiperdes #thanks for the ask!#anonymous

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verobatto · 6 years ago

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XLI

It was a love story from the very beginning.

I Want You Here

(9x02/9x03 2nd part/9x04/9x05)

Hello my friends! This is the second Destiel meta from season 9.

We are gonna talk about how Dean was worried about Castiel and he wanted him in the bunker ... Obviously we will talk about how their reunion was cocklblocked by Zeke (Gadreel).

I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder she made the gifs for this meta! Love ya girl!

Let's start...

Human!Cas and sex

In episode 9x03, Castiel ended at the street, frozen, under the rain and hungry.

That's when April appears, showing him kindness, she offered him a jelly and peanut butter sandwich. I know it has to be the most delicious food in the world for this hungry poor ex angel, and also the representation of human's kindness.

But Castiel was deceived by this woman/reaper.

She showed him good actions, she took are of his wounds... She even listened him...

He felt comfortable with her, because she made him believe in her. Castiel opened his heart and confessed why he had ended like this... He talked about vanity, now, after his fall, he understood a lot of things...

Sorry... I just... Was drooling a little over Misha's perfection....

I'm back now.

APRIL: Well, all patched up, but, God, your delts are in knots. You got to relax.

Yeah, bitch, any excuse is a good excuse to touch our beautiful angel, right? 😒

CASTIEL: Ah, it's all new to me. Hunger. Cold. This feeling, being all alone.

APRIL: You're not alone tonight.

Aaaand you know what happens next.

But let's just stop in Castiel's words... He was feeling alone, a very cold sensation he wasn't use to. He was always that self secure angel, not needing anyone to do anything. And now, feeling the most sad side of humanity, our miseries, he feels a lot of things... But one of them was LONELINESS. (I just can't forget season 14 when he recalls this and said to Jack HE WASN'T ALONE, HE HAD SAM, DEAN AND HIMSELF, I just love his improvement.)

He had sex with April, when she lied to him. And not just that, but she began to torture him and she even killed him. It was a horrendous violent act and Castiel was exposed to that.

Next scene was Dean and Sam arriving... But it was too late...

The despair in Dean's face is eloquent. He is desperate, his voice cracked, and he's touching Castiel's shoulder and face. His Express changes when he realizes Cas is dead.

But we know what happened next, Zeke/Gadreel saves Cas to win more confidence from Dean.

Now... Let's continue with the sex over here...

The burritos scene is a classic between Destiel shippers because it's sexual innuendo and Dean's blatant facial expressions. And we had jealous!Dean too.

This had been analyzed by a lot of meta writers, so I won't add any new, because it was obvious that when Castiel came out from the shower ...

A very horny Dean imagining his hot "buddy" enjoying the water falling over his well formed naked body, and there you have that face there. Just for our inquisitive and attentive eyes... Why the camera would focus Dean and not Sam after the shower line? Because Dean is affected by that... And that's why we got that quote from the hunter, suggestively bitting the burrito (may a say a dick mirror? 🤣🤣) "It ain't all just burritos and burritos, my friend," like... There's dicks too, may I show you?

Dean feels more free to make this kind of approaches to Castiel, because he knows the boundary that was there separating them for being more, is gone now. Cas wasn't an angel anymore. And maybe Dean could teach him some about sex life.

Then, the scene switched to jealous!Dean when Castiel mentioned April.

Look at this, a very classic, we love this, that's why I will talk about it, even if you readed a lot of references... We are Destiel trash and we love it...

Watch... Cas says he had sex, Sam and Dean are surprised, but both of them reacts differently. Sam grimaced an UH! And immediately drifts his eyes to his brother, why? Because he wants to caught his brother's reaction, why?, Because he suspects his brother feels something more than just friendship for Castiel.

And Dean chocking with that burrito, hilarious, his serious and jealous face is fantastic, like if he was scolding Castiel for that, he even points at him "You had sex with April?" Is like YOU CHEATED ON ME?

Just for a few seconds, because, is good, is good for Castiel. He isn't a Virgen anymore... So he had tasted having sex like any human? That's a good thing!

Dean is proud and happy to have Cas there. Happy because maybe he will have an opportunity with Human!Cas who already had had sex with another human. Like... Possibilities are huge!

Obviously we had Zeke/Gadreel cockblocking the possibilities.

Not comfortable with the L word and ...

Let's jump a little to episode 9x02, at the beginning, Dean and Sam were talking about Cas, they were waiting still for him to arrive, Dean tried to show himself cool, saying Cas was a big guy.

But when the episode keeps going, we ha d a very important encounter between Dean and Abaddon. The dialogue was a foreshadow of Demon!Dean plot.

Abaddon wanted Dean's body to use it like meat suit.

She even asked...

ABADDON: It can get worse. Trust me. 'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin? Or listened to a girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will. It's you and me, lover. We'll have a grand old time.

The infant blood just recalled to when Dean, with Cain's mark, killed the boy from the Steins family in the bunker.

But after this, we had Zeke/Gadreel saving the day, and this dialogue between them...

Dean is uncomfortable with the use of LOVE word. Maybe bc he isn't used to talk about it, or feel it. Or because his toxic masculinity, doesn't leave him to talk about it. So is a uncomfortable word, and it shows in his face.

In 9x04, after Dean kicked out Cas from the bunker, I will talk about this later (no, I didn't forget 🤣), Sam was confused about that fact, and the brother had a tiny conversation over it... And Dean said this important lines...

HE WANTS CASTIEL IN THE BUNKER WITH HIM, MORE THAN ANYONE, MORE THAN SAM OBVIOUSLY, BECAUSE SAM AND CAS ARE JUST FRIENDS, BUT FOR DEAN, CASTIEL IS MORE THAN FAMILY, HE IS IN LOVE WITH CAS AND HE IS DISAPPOINTED AND SAS BECAUSE HE CAN'T HAVE HIM THERE, WITH HIM. And because he had wished to be more than friends, maybe physically, now than they didn't have any attachments or restrictions to do that.

Later, on the same episode, we will see Charlie and Dean in his room, and Charlie noticing this...

Okay, this is very exppsitional for Bi!Dean over here... Because Charlie (as always) is pointing that he has that collection of boobs but... He... Like... This isn't the real you.

And Dean says... Don't judge me.

Perfect my friends... I loved it.

And because Dean is still in the closet, as we saw with Charlie and the whole toxic masculinity, in 9x05 Dog Dean Afternoon, we had this piece of dialogue from the one talking dog, the Yorkie.

YORKIE: Ohh, a – a cowboy hat, leather pants. The dude's a total closet case.

Okay this reference is applicable to Dean too! Even in that freaking episode... We had a couple of things...

The Sad Destiel Scene

Okay, before ending this meta, I want to talk briefly about Dean kicking out Castiel from the bunker, because to me, it was a manipulation from Zeke, but it was a tool to keep Cas and Dean separated and create a little fight an resentment between them... Because the drama and everything... 😒

But we'll the scene is very sad, because CAS even made it word saying this...

My sweet little ex-angel there... He even pull back a chair for Dean... He likes to talk with Dean... He's such a cute and sweet and educated little ... Awwwww but he didn't know his heart was about to be ripped apart.

Look at his face!!!!!!!!!! Was Dean breaking his heart or what? Damn...

Okay... Circular narrative in which in season 8 Dean was in one sided love and Cas broke his heart, now in season 9 is in reverse. Castiel aknowledged by now his feelings, so I suspect he recognized his attraction to Dean was love. But... Now... Dean is kicking him off from the bunker... Without a good reason... Lying to him.

Can I die here... I won't bother you...

More Demon!Dean foreshadow (Miscellaneous)

I just wanted to out here two things I noticed...

In episode 9x04 we had a two man of letters from the past. They were partners and they were Sam and Dean mirror. One of them under the witch's powerful spell, tried to kill to Sam's mirror, and this was a foreshadow for Demon!Dean plot again, that time when he was trying to kill Sam in the bunker too.

Another little detail was what the monster said in episode 9x05 when he was fighting with Dean.

CHEF LEO: Well, I didn't mean to kill anyone – at first. But if people got in my way, they became collateral damage. Guess you eat enough predators, you start to become one. You are what you eat, right? [laughs]

This is a reference to Dean future transformation into a monster (with Cain's mark on him) and later into a Demon. The hunter that becomes what he hunts.

To Conclude:

Castiel's innocence and despair leads him to April, the reaper that deceives him by taking advantage of his human situation.

Dean wanted Cas to be with him in the bunker because he knew Human Cas and him could have maybe an opportunity to develop something more than just friendship.

Toxic Masculinity in Dean is manifested through a lot of piece of dialogues, showing us how hard will be for him to defeat that... Persisting till now... I hope not for too long. I guess episode 15x07 was very important to show us that toxicity is ending, and the whole Healing!Dean plot in season 14.

There were too some foreshadows for Demon!Dean and Cain's mark.

I hope you enjoy this one, see you in the next Chronicles!

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DMBJ Ep 5

We start episode 5 with the Xiaoge Rescue Count at 6 for Wu Xie, and 7 total.

- Pangzi just sitting there eating while they go to dig an evil bug out of A-Ning

- A-Ning is luckier than Pan Zi, though, having it in her leg rather than in her gut

- Should I consider this part of the Xiaoge Rescue Count? Technically he is saving A-Ning here, but does she count?

- Fuck it. There's now 3 Xiaoge Rescue Count categories: Wu Xie, the protagonists as a whole, and everyone

- So the count is now 6 for Wu Xie, 7 for the protagonists, and 8 for everyone

- That was a relatively painless bug removal. Probably helped that A-Ning was unconscious

- That's a large hole left in her thigh. Speaking from experience, standing & walking are not going to be fun for her for a LONG time.

- But this is a cdrama, so she'll be fine within an ep or two

- lol, I've never seen an unconscious person with this level of muscle control

- Wu Xie, you don't just wrap a bandage around a wound like that! Dress it first!

- But, again, it's a TV show, so a bandage will be fine

- JESUS CHRIST PANGZI

- LOL, yes, shhhh, Pangzi. Shhhh.

- Pan Zi's looking a lot better this ep

- ...what's wrong, Wu Xie?

- Aaaand he just passed out.

- Xiaoge actually looks mildly disturbed. I think this is the second most amount of emotion we've seen from him so far

- That looks like a nasty bite

- Oh, we're just gonna...feed him blood. That's what we're going.

- And it woke him up

- Okay, so Xiaoge Rescue Count is now 7 for Wu Xie, 8 for the protagonists, and 9 for everyone

- Fortunately, Xiaoge hasn't lost as much blood as he did last time he used it for magic rescue purposes. Last thing they'd want is a comatose Xiaoge down here

- Everyone is just so chill whenever Xiaoge does weird stuff, it's great

- Aaah, I was wondering how he'd been bitten, since I didn't remember a bug biting him. I forgot that A-Ning did

- That's some odd poison if it got into her saliva just because she had a bug in her leg

- GDI Pangzi

- Of course the cure is in the tomb, and of course Xiaoge knows about it

- LOL, there's a vaccine against the poison gas

- Oooh, I was wondering when the dudes in the trees were gonna make their move. Poor Wu Xie's friend. He really would have been safer in the tomb, huh

- Hahah, why are the bad guys treating Wu Xie like the leader when he's just a uni student?

- Ooh, who did that?

- Oh, Wu Xie's friend. Good boy. I mean, it was dumb, but brave. Now they can't use you against your friends.

- Poor Wu Xie is so woozy he's not sure what happened

- Yeah, figured it was some more of A-Ning's friends

- YOU LOSE CONTACT, & YOU LOSE CONTACT, & EVERYONE LOSES CONTACT! YAAAAY!

- Get out before nightfall. Isn't that what Xiaoge said, too?

- Yeah, abandoned in a forest at night doesn't sound like fun

- She should NOT be walking that well, although at least it is showing her limping and in pain instead of just okay

- God, Pangzi, that was a dick move

- And that was even more of one

- Wow. I...don't really like this Pangzi. Those things he just did were actively cruel, even if she is an antagonist

- It's blocked? Yeah, ya think?

- Oh, STFU Pangzi

- Pan Zi looking at him like "I really regret not shooting you properly when I had the chance"

- Xiaoge doing this "stab fingers STRAIGHT INTO MORTAR and remove the brick" trick again

- The look on Pangzi's face is pure gold

- Had to pause watching for a sec to think about why I'm so mad at this Pangzi and more forgiving of Liu Sang in Chongqi. I think it's because Liu Sang intended to pull a prank. A mean prank, but he lacked the experience to understand that it was actively harmful and dangerous. It went wrong, and then he freaked because of that lack of experience and didn't know what to do/say until Xiaoge pushed him. And then he tried to help make up for it. Whereas this Pangzi did things that he knew would cause real physical pain to A-Ning and potentially worsen her injury just because he doesn't like her, and he doesn't seem to care or even give that a second thought, let alone look like he's going to apologise or try to make up for it.

- OK, mini-rant over, back to the episode.

- Gratuitous Xiaoge side-profile pic just because

- And now Pangzi is gonna embarrass himself by trying & failing to be Xiaoge

- YEAH CHENGCHENG I WONDER HOW THEY KNOW YOUR NAMES

- Okay, I gotta stop to look up his name. I can't keep calling him Wu Xie's friend all the time

- High Shao. There we go

- High Shao is a good kid

- A-Ning's eyeroll at Pangzi is my entire mood with his antics right now

- Eyeroll from Wu Xie

- Can't see Pan Zi's face, but his whole posture is basically an eye roll

- Oh. Well. Huh. I did not expect Pangzi to actually manage to break the wall

- Judging by everyone's expressions, no-one else did, either

- Oooh, something bad must be coming, Xiaoge is going on guard

- Yep. Zombie dude is on his way

- Yes, send the woman with the serious leg injury to go crawling through a tiny cave tunnel first. Brilliant idea, Wu Xie

- OK, I should stop being so hard on bb!Wu Xie, this is his first time in a tomb after all

- Y'know, guys, I really think it would have been a better idea to let Pan Zi go before Pangzi, given that he's also injured and all. Get your most injured people to safety first.

- How the fuck is that zombie deflecting Xiaoge's sword with his HAND?!

- WHY IS IT MAKING TINGING NOISES AS IF IT'S METAL HITTING METAL?!

- Oh, NICE, Xiaoge!

- I am very disappointed that I could not get a good screencap of that awesome, smooth, and effortless slide he did through the tunnel

- Things I discovered when I went to YouTube to see if I could get a good screencap of it by slowing down the playback (which I can't do on Viki)

- the eps on YT and the eps on Viki are edited differently. I'm gonna have to watch this again on YT once I'm done with the Viki one

- At a guess, the YT ones have a bunch of stuff cut, because where I'm up to in ep 5 on Viki is in ep 4 on YT

- For instance, XIAOGE'S AWESOME SLIDE THROUGH THE TUNNEL JUST THEN is not in the YT one?!

- Wow, I'm going on a lot of tangents tonight. OK, back to the ep.

- Xiaoge holding the zombie at swordpoint until it gives up and backs away

- So these zombies have some intelligence

- ngl, though, if I was on my hands and knees in front of a hot guy holding a sword on me, backing away would be like the last thing I would be doing

- Why the fuck is there a giant, chained up tree deep in the middle of an underground tomb?

- And ivy all over the cave walls?

- WHERE ARE YOU GETTING SUNLIGHT FROM DOWN HERE?! HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!

- I'm glad you're just as confused as I am, Pan Zi

- OK, some sunlight is getting in, since there are two bodies laying in a conveniently positioned sunbeam

- Sure, what the fuck are you gonna do to him, Pangzi? He's dead. He doesn't care.

- Unless he's another zombie who's gonna rise from the grave, but still don't think he cares

- Yes, Pangzi, tomb robbers don't end well

- Love Wu Xie's cute suspicious face

- Lucky grab there

- Oh, there you are, Sanshu

- Do all the tunnels in this place empty out at this tree?

- LOL, I love that Sanshu immediately doesn't take any of Pangzi's shit

- That was a bad place to faint

- Good thing Xiaoge is right there!

- Xiaoge Rescue Count: 8 for Wu Xie, 9 for the protagonists, 10 for everyone

- I love how often Wu Xie is the damsel in distress

- Don't worry, Sanshu, Xiaoge will definitely look after his future bf

- Looks like Pangzi is about to fall. Again

- Pangzi, if you had HELD ON to that vine, it wouldn't have been as bad

- Wait for him to realise he's laying between two corpses in 3, 2, 1...

- Uh...I hope they're just stuck to him and not actually sitting up under their own power

- These are remarkably well-preserved corpses

- THERE'S that realisation

- And there's the freakout

- They did get just get caught

- They're not gonna have kids, Pangzi, they're dead

- Pangzi, what are you doing? Leave the corpses alone now

- Wake them? I don't like the sound of that, Sanshu

- Also, how do you know that?

- Cute pingxie shots just because

- In her mouth?

- Oh, a key, thank goodness. I thought it was gonna be an evil bug

- Pangzi, stop appraising her necklace, didn't you say you're not a tomb robber?

- There's fucking what now?

- HOW?!

- THERE'S A WHAT IN HER ASS?!

- Hahah, well that certainly stopped Pangzi from checking out the valuables on her

- JFC

- That got Xiaoge's attention

- Oooh, he's noticed something in the tree

- Sorry not sorry for more gratuitous Xiaoge shots

- That's a pretty looking key

- ...and now her corpse is undergoing rapid decay? How the fuck was the key preventing the corpse from decaying?

- That explanation makes no logical sense, Sanshu

- Maybe that box the other corpse is holding, Wu Xie?

- Pangzi thought of that, too

- What were those flashes? Were those just for the viewer, or was one of the characters getting them?

- That seemed to be the unnaturally bright green-eyed man from the opening credits

- Leave the sword alone, Pangzi

- Although I do understand the desire to pick it up

- Uh...what

- No shadow is NEVER a good thing

- WTF?

- Sanshu, I never wanna play poker with you

- This doppelganger has done a damn good job of acting like Pangzi this whole time

- When did it replace him?

- Maybe it was the doppelganger who was so cruel to A-Ning? We'll see.

- That's a very solid ghost

- And that's kinda creepy

- Uh...isn't she already dead?

- Sanshu just going straight for the tackle

- Clever boy, Wu Xie

- Though, Xiaoge, where were you? Were you just gonna let Pangzi strangle Sanshu, or did you figure Sanshu had it handled?

- (he did not have it handled)

- (pretty sure if that had been Wu Xie you'd've jumped in the moment Pangzi's hands went around his throat, if not before)

- *sigh* Pangzi, pls

- The Green Eyed Fox?

- Was that the dude in the fox mask?

- Probably (also?) the opening credits guy

- How the fuck has it taken me 3 hours to get through half an ep?

- Oh yeah, I keep going off on tangents and pausing to take pretty screenshots of Xiaoge

- So we're doing fox demons, are we?

- Don't touch anything. Yeah, like that sword you had casually slung over your shoulder.

- Storytime!

- Suuure, Pangzi

- Xiaoge really seems to know everything

- Don't rattle it, Wu Xie

- Oh, that interested A-Ning

- I wonder if this is the thing that's supposed to cure Wu Xie

- Sanshu thinks it's a bad idea, but doesn't want anyone other than Wu Xie to know

- Or, more to the point, doesn't want Pangzi and A-Ning to know

- Good excuse, Wu Xie

- I wonder if Pangzi is still supposed to be a doppelganger, or if that was part of the hallucination

- Yeah, suuure you're not going to steal relics, Liu Tai

- Have they set up a new camp at the digsite, or did they take Chengcheng and High Shao back to their original camp?

- I think he does legit want A-Ning to be ok, though

- Looks like I was right, all the tunnels lead to the tree

- Which means I expect zombie guy to show up any minute

- Don't think A-Ning will be happy they kept what happened to her friend from her when that happens

- Xiaoge back into 'something is coming' mode

- Oh, how was that for timing? Less than a minute after I said it, zombie dude is on his way

- And it goes straight for Pangzi

- Maybe he knew Pangzi was a dick to his friend

- GDI A-Ning

- That's a strong zombie

- XIAOGEEEEEEE!

- Xiaoge Rescue Count: 8 for Wu Xie, 10 for the protagonists, 11 for everyone

- Yes, Pangzi, Xiaoge IS amazing

- lol, Pangzi making so much noise cheering for Xiaoge that he got the zombie's attention back

- Xiaoge Rescue Count: 8 for Wu Xie, 11 for the protagonists, 12 for everyone

- This is apparently the Xiaoge Rescues EVERYONE ep

- I'm not surprised you fell, A-Ning, with that wound

- That was a heavy fall. Ouch

- Come on, A-Ning, you seemed more level headed than this so far

- And the zombie knocks away the easier/closer target, Wu Xie, to target A-Ning

- Wonder if there's a reason for it, or just dramatics

- And then he stops trying to bite her to kick her away & go back to fighting Xiaoge?

- Those are some very nice moves from Xiaoge

- And now the zombie is...launching himself at Wu Xie and the others?

- Wu Xie being the hero and pushing everyone else out the way

- Pangzi to the rescue?

- No - A-Ning!

- Poor A-Ning

- Oh yeah, better pull Pangzi out the tree

- Zombie spitting up blood as he's dying

- No, Pangzi, he's not gonna be fine. A-Ning shot him like 4 or 5 times in the chest

- Aaah, zombie is lucid now

- Wu Xie ain't doing too good right now

- Those are some nasty bruises. Caused by the poison gas/blood, I'm guessing

- WTF made you think drinking the water in a tomb chamber was a good idea?

- Xiaoge's shown emotion a total of 3 times in 5 eps, and 2 of those have been worry for Wu Xie

- Whatcha looking for, Xiaoge?

- Huh, no-one even thought to look under there, just assumed the box was all that was interesting

- Kirin blood?!

- And how did A-Ning know what it was, esp from that distance?

- Pan Zi, you are like the second most badass person here next to Xiaoge

- Also, I am no longer feeling sorry for A-Ning

- You owe these people your life, A-Ning, and this is how you repay them?

- Xiaoge isn't too impressed. After all Pan Zi ain't Wu Xie

- Oh, that seems like a fair deal.

- I am pleased with the amount of Xiaoge in this ep

- Xiaoge Rescue Count: 9 for Wu Xie, 12 for the protagonists, 13 for everyone

- Not gonna count his offer to A-Ning as a rescue, since he didn't bother waiting to see if she'd accept before he went ahead and saved his future bf

- This is the softest I've seen him look all show

- Pan Zi is much nicer than I would have been. I would have probably punched her

- Then again, they've made a fuss a few times about treating her differently because she's a woman, ugh

- Hahah, Xiaoge just getting up and walking off without any explanation for poor Wu Xie

- Wu Xie seemed so concerned, like he thought he'd done something wrong

- Then all worried, aww

- Hahah, Xiaoge not even gonna wait for A-Ning, just gonna go find her guys all by himself

- Several *thousand*? No wonder Wu Xie's gagging

- Oh, eating super old kirin blood is what made Xiaoge's blood magical? Does that mean Wu Xie's blood is also magic now?

- Just Chengcheng in danger, Sanshu? What about High Shao?

- What about climbing the tree?

- XD XD XD

- Sanshu saying exactly what I just did

- There's sunlight already coming through, will you even need to dig a hole? That sunbeam on the corpses was pretty big

- Pan Zi like "of course I can climb all the way up there with a hole in my gut and several other injuries"

- Of course Wu Xie is gonna worry about A-Ning getting out as well. He wouldn't be Wu Xie if he didn't

- Wu Xie is such a nice boy

- Pan Zi is also pretty forgiving

- Pangzi, you just can't take people being sincere with you yet, can you?

- That's some depressed fatalism there

- Sanshu now doing his part to convince A-Ning by appealing to her sense of responsibility for her men

And there we go for ep 5! It only took me...5 hours for a 40 minute ep

We end with Xiaoge Rescue Count at 9 for Wu Xie, 12 for the protagonists, 13 for everyone

#alicia watches dmbj #dmbj #xiaoge rescue count #wu xie #zhang qiling #xiaoge #pingxie

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well???? where my song by song review of nfr??? I wanna knooow

aaahhhhh wowwww! i wasn’t expecting this but i’d looove to do it so thank you for giving me the opportunity. this is how i feel right now of course, some songs could grow on me even more, but in general i feel like this his her best work and the quality is just over the top, so my grades are going to be veeeery high.

norman fucking rockwell: i adore this as an album opener, it just sets the mood perfectly, lyrically it’s genius and vocally it’s mind-blowing but like, in a soft way? (when she goes bluuuuue). however, it’s not a song i’d listen to on repeat or ‘on its own’, like personally it makes sense within the album but it’s probably my least fave on its own. my fave lyrics: why wait for the best when i could have you?

8/10

mariners apartment complex: look… this song came out so long ago that i almost would forget how beautiful it is, but it is truly a masterpiece, from the first line to… well, the outro?? it’s been a long since i’ve truly listened to it but in redoing it, i’m amazed, and i feel like in the context of the whole album, it acquires even more depth and beauty. fave lyrics: they mistook my kindness for weakness, i fucked up i know that but jesus, can’t a girl just do the best she can?

9/10

venice bitch: i can’t simply say this is a work of art because all of the songs in this album are. but this is like. THE masterpiece, the statement piece. a ten minute dreamy trip, so layered and when you think ‘that’s it, this is my favourite part’ another one comes in – for me it’s the outtro that really does it. fave lyrics: fresh out of fucks forever

10/10

fuck it i love you: sounds like one of the chillest, ‘easiest’ ones, but the lyrics are so poignant and her voice really does things (dream a little dream of me)….. overall it’s just one of my faves. again, strong outtro game, when everything overlaps uuughhhh it gives me chills. fave lyrics: it turns out everywhere you go you take yourself, that’s not a lie

9,5/10

doin’ time: this isn’t technically lana’s song but it’s already an amazing song + her covering it? a 10. fave lyrics: me and my girl, we got this relationship. i love her so bad, but she treats me like shit (mainly bc hearing lana sing ‘me and my girl’… bye) but also the tension is getting hotter, i’d like to hold her…head underwater

10/10

love song: gorgeous. romantic yet sexy and gritty in just the right way. the refrain is heavenly… fave lyrics: oh, be my once in a life time (and the rest of the refrain too tbh, but these words just pierce through my soul)

9,5/10

cinnamon girl: i haven’t even pressed play and i’m already teary eyed. this should say everything. fave fave fave. lyrics, piano, voice, mood… i can’t formulate a proper review bc it’s just the way this song gets under your skin and makes you feel… it’s unexplainable like i could only keysmash and shiver and cry. fave lyrics: if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did

100/10

how to disappear: chills. the sound is so old school it transports you far away and the lyrics are genius bc they’re like… situational (is this a word?) and descriptive and then she goes ‘and this is how to disappear’ like how exactly??? genius i tell you. fave lyrics: i’m always going to be right here, no one’s going anywhere

9+/10

california: i mean… born to die / paradise vibes!!!!!!! we’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever etc >>>>>>>> the only thing i can say is i like this part better than the ‘rest’, not that the rest isn’t great, but this is what truly makes the song to me. fave lyrics: you don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are, when you’re lying in my arms baby

9,5/10

the next best american record: it’s a good song but then the refrain comes!!!!!! and it’s a great song. not my fave overall but still. the glass shattering is a plus! fave lyrics: it’s you, all the roads lead to you

8,5/10

the greatest: it’s poetic, nostalgic and slightly depressing but it has current affair references which make the whole song more meaningful and iconic, to me. and the guitarrrrrrr. not a song i’d listen to on repeat tho, compared to others in the album. fave lyrics: the culture is lit and i’ve had a ball, i guess i’m signing off after all

8,5/10

bartender: i feel like my review is kind of boring bc i’m always like ‘the lyrics!!! genius!!!’ but this is it. all the ladies… the pre-chorus and the chorus remind me of another lana era, maybe even the honeymoon one (which is the closest to my heart maybe?) and i feel like this song is full of tiny gems that make it unforgettable, even though it sounds like one of the lighter ones of the album… girls just want to have fun, cherry coke, ‘ha ha ha ha’, baby remember… love love love. fave lyrics: the poetry inside of me is warm like a gun

9,5/10

happiness is a butterfly: when it starts is so metaphorical and gloomy but then she goes don’t be a jerk don’t call me a taxi and i get chills in my brain. her voice is particularly magical here, i feel. the imagery is a+, the mix of surreal and everyday life, existential questions and i just wanna dance with you. a fave! aaaand fave lyrics: happiness is a butterfly, try to catch it like every night, it escapes from my hands into moonlight. every day is a lullab, i hum it on the phone like every night

10/10

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but i have it: to me this is the second statement piece of the album, after venice bitch. the title is already like… taking a stand. amazing closer. the lyrics are like… incomprehensible yet you’re like yes… i get you and you get me, thank you for this piece queen. it’s got sylvia plath, ‘hi dad’, ipad, revolution… i feel like there’s so much to unlock in here that i don’t even want to unlock it, just sit back and enjoy the ride. plus it ends the album with a beautiful glint of hope for which, again, thank you queen. bonus for the broken falsetto. fave lyrics: i’ve been tearing up town in my fucking white gown like a goddamn near sociopath

10/10

feel free to let me know what you think! ♡

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shiredwarf · 6 years ago

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aaaand it’s done - some parting thoughts that didn’t fit into the live blogging behind the cut, oh boy i’m mad :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

the writing is so bad. so freaking bad. like i wouldn’t have thought this level of bad writing was possible without consciously trying to be terrible. see what i’m angry about (and i’ve mentioned this earlier) is not where all of this is headed. i’m ok with mad queen dany. i’m ok with cersei and jaime dying together. both of that hurts but i’m ok with it because it could have made sense (and i believe it will in the books) but it makes no sense in the show. not the way it’s done. you can’t show us dany for 8 years with not a hint of madness and then expect us to believe she flips within one episode at the freaking sounds of bells. you have to build this up and they didn’t. they mentioned targaryen madness several times but nothing dany has ever done falls into that category and this is coming from someone who really is not a big dany fan. she fucked up plenty of times, she’s got nasty traits but nothing so far suggests she would spend 40 minutes roasting children. then there’s cersei and jaime. because believe it or not: i love cersei/jaime! it’s fucked up and toxic and horrible but they are my original got pairing. thing is though as the story goes on, especially in the books, they change and at some point they just don’t work together any more and THAT’S A GOOD THING! grrm as confirmed it for the books and the entire jaime arc in the past 8 years of the show has lead us to a point where the next logical conclusion would be being with brienne. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love cersei anymore, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try and rescue her. and honestly, jaime killing cersei would be fucked in the show, especially if she’s pregnant. BUT THE SHOW DID NOT EXPLAIN A THING HERE! NO MOTIVATION! jaime’s just suddenly back with cersei and she’s just suddenly back with him and you’re just supposed to fill in the gaps like with so much else this season and it DOES NOT WORK. it’s sloppy. they’ve really, really messed this up with the whole SUBVERTING EXPECTATIONS! and i don’t get how that can happen. these people are experienced professionals and yet they forgot the key elements of storytelling! you can’t show one storyline consistently for years and then just go GOTCHA at the last minute. that’s not a plot twist, that’s bad writing! you can have plot twists that still follow a logical narrative (e.g. red wedding) but that requires work, that requires time and well-written dialogue so that you can go back afterwards and go “ohhhhhhhh!”. but apparently, that was too much so they just did a “whoopsy, we just all forgot about our character arcs” and then rocks fall and everyone dies

speaking of dying: i cannot get over how little i care about jaime and cersei dying. i always thought that would completely wreck me. those two together are stellar and heartbreaking and if you took that scene out of context and showed it to a younger, less bitter me, i’d be heartbroken. but all the shit they’ve pulled to get to this point has made me so numb. and that’s what will stick with me. not necessarily the bad plot or the abandoned storylines but the fact that they managed to make me care so little, that i barely felt a thing when my faves died...

What was the fucking point of Cersei’s baby???? Like it didn’t stop Jaime from leaving? It did nothing for Euron (he would have just kept trying anyway?). And it didn’t even matter to Jaime when he came back. WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS DUMB SUBPLOT AND WHY DIDN’T THE BABY EVEN SHOW A TINY BIT AFTER WHAT? 4 MONTHS???

i am utterly terrified because lena’s body double did some work for season 8 and we haven’t seen it yet. i hope it was for a cut sex scene with euron but if they start episode 6 with dany dragging dead and naked cersei and jaime through the street i will riot

What was the fucking point of Brienne/Jaime. Like I’m so angry about this. So fucking angry. I’ve mentioned that both show and book were always pointing towards brienne/jaime being endgame even if one or both end up dying but you know what’s even worse than not getting that in the show? What they did to Brienne. She’s basically just his little sexual adventure now and I swear to god if they show her pregnant next week I will lose it!!!!! (and let’s also remember that brienne never once said his name without the titles. not once. i’m so mad) But even if they don’t, they’ve damaged her beyond repair! Not only did she start her journey crying over a man she loved now she also ends it that way? And this time it’s worse because Jaime actually loved her back and she got to experience what mutual affection can be like? Not to mention she’s now “tarnished” in the eyes of her peers because she’s no longer a virgin (expected of a high born lady like her) and the guy she slept with is the freaking Kingslayer! How will she ever live that down? That will follow her for the rest of her life and she won’t even have the secret knowledge that he loved her?! Like the show won’t address this because I guess by next week she will have simply forgotten that Jaime ever existed but realistically she’s now LITERALLY the Kingslayer’s whore from the early books. I cannot believe this.

Where’s Yara? I guess she was busy and she probably forgot about her brother. Reek who?

It honestly boggles my mind how this could happen. The show has been shitty for years now and everyone with book knowledge or some investment in the asoiaf world knows that BUT casual viewers still enjoyed it! I would have still been able to enjoy it if it went on like season 7. Sure it had massive flaws but it was watchable. All they had to do was not destroy the world they’d built for 8 years. i didn’t expect an in-depth answer to the mythical aspects (though tbh they could have just freaking asked GRRM! maybe it wouldn’t have made it into the show but at least they would have known the context and it would have made more sense then. it’s so obvious that they literally don’t have a clue about what to do with the supernatural elements) so all they had to do is bring it to the finish line. Instead, they all but bulldozed every single character arc into the ground to (pre-) season 1 state?????????? and while i do get a certain satisfaction from seeing it all crash and burn and seeing reviews and casual viewers finally realize what a shitshow got is, it still breaks my heart because i care about these characters and that’s probably the only adaptation i’ll ever see. so i wanted them to succeed despite everything, i wanted something that was watchable. instead i got this. something that has ruined years of character growth within two episodes. how can you fuck up this badly?!

WHAT. IS. THE. FUCKING. POINT. OF. BRAN? What did he do? Why is he still here? Why should I care? What did he tell us that Sam couldn’t have found in a freaking book? What was all that “you need to help us in the war Jaime you’re important” bs about?! Jaime did fuck all?!

For all their “this is not a fairytale” and “SUBVERT EXPECTATION!” bullcrap you know what? This ending is utterly predictable. With the exception of Dany now (who will die next week) who’s still alive, that isn’t either a Stark or hasn’t been morally righteous and good from their very first appearance onwards?! No one. Every bad or morally grey character is dead? Even SANDOR HAD TO FREAKING DIE FOR HIS FREAKING REDEMPTION ARC. For a show that’s been trying to tell us for years that the world is full of complex people it sure looks like they only ones getting out of this fight are the original sympathetic heroes.

House Lannister deserved better. SO MUCH BETTER. I know, I know I’m biased here but come ON! Cersei is a fantastic character and what did they do to her? Not only did they hand her back to some creepy dude who forced his way into her bed no she didn’t even get proper screen time this season. Lena is absolutely stunning and this is what they give her???? jaime’s arc had to potential to be absolutely groundbreaking. he went from the most hated guy in episode one to a fan favourite. his arc is tragic and beautiful and represents the conflicts at the very heart of got and YET HERE WE ARE. i honestly dread to think what they will do to tyrion next week. but great job turning him into the character with the best lines into a clueless idiot and killing the one person he loved :))))))))))

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starchild--27 · 6 years ago

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10 songs obsession

rules: list 10 songs you’ve been listening to the most / you’re being obsessed with

ok, first of all, a big thank you to @jongin-be-my-jagi and @kiseokris who both tagged me for doing this or a similar tag game about naming 10 songs. and i’m a little sad i didn’t have the chance to do this earlier but goodness life is stressful right now and i wanted to do this properly - like a recommandation list with links and what i love about the song / what i connect with it - to make myself happy again ... and what could be more effective for making me happy than my favourite music ^^

so here i go, pls enjoy these pieces of my heart, of who i am<3

1. My December - by Linkin Park

Lately one of my most heared songs because I can’t wait for winter to come. To me, it really sounds like December, like having nothing to call home anymore, like regret and sadness and loneliness. I love Linkin Park when they do all the aggressive stuff but this heavy calmness suits them so well to and gives me chills. Also: Rest In Peace, Chester, I’ve thought about you everyday recently.

2. hostage - by Billie Eilish

This song reflects how I think being in this odd state where you know that the other is kinda in love with you too but you’re not a couple yet feels like. It has something hesitant and inexperienced to its sound and the lyrics feel so intimate to me. I can imagine my first relationship feeling like this song. And I love how they play with acoustic and electronic instruments here, the heavy bass really catches me.

3. Lieblingsbeatle - by Sarah Lesch

For all my non-German readers, a little piece of German music. The title means “Favourite Beatle” as in your favourite member of The Beatles. The main part says “You ask for my favourite Beatle and I don’t know what to say. Because you are my favourite Beatle - and your not even in the band!” And I just love this thought: loving somebody so much that they become your favourite member of a group you like when they aren’t even part of the group. It’s so cute and I’m a little salty that I didn’t think of this metaphor myself. xD

4. Sail Away With Me - by Sunrise Avenue

Sunrise Avenue was the first band I really really hyped (I went to three concerts within three years) and this song is a rather unknown one from their second album which was the least popular actually. But I love the lyrics and its meaning and the melody. Listening to it (which I do quite often these days) brings me back to the third and last Sunrise Avenue concert I went to, where they played a best off selection of all their songs with a huge orchestra, back to the moment I realized they were going to play this song even though it's not a popular one. It was just beautiful.

5. You Can’t Rely - by Counterfeit (also: It Gets Better)

This is my absolute favourite song of this group - I can never get enough of it!!! NEVER!!! Really, I love the tension it holds and the raging feeling, a kind of helplessness and also faithlessness. But the special thing about this band is that they are all SUPER positive. I went to their concert this summer and usually punk bands are quite aggressive and full of rage on-stage - like their music is - but they gave off so many positive vibes and contentness, not in a boring way, it was still very energetic, but it was still different than you would imagine after hearing their music. On this concert they also played the second song I linked (I know... it’s about ten songs only... anywayyy...), which has a very beautiful message I want to pass on to you in case you’re feeling down.

6. The Sufferer - by Paradise Lost

I think this song sums up my “bad days/nights” quite well, when I feel insecure and anxious and somehow try to get it down to paper - sometimes I just feel like I could write these exact words. Other than that, it’s a song my Dad showed to me and also the first song by that group I could sing along better than him, who knows this group for ... well, longer than I do, definitely. My Mom laughed at that when she noticed. xD

7. moonchild - by RM

Aaaand here we are in the K-Pop part of this list. I don’t really stan BTS that much, but my sister does and she showed that song to me and I instantly loved it. Again, it’s the message behind it that I love most and, honestly, it sounds just beautiful, everything about it, Namjoon’s rapping, the autotune in the chorus, ... everything is on point here. Also, yeessss Namjoon would be my bias in BTS but I only know them from their English fails (they are so cute xDD) so how would I know (but I think my sister would’ve said Namjoon too if she’d have to choose a bias for me).

8. Heart Attack - by EXO-K and EXO-M

APPRECIATE THE EXO-M VERSION I DIDN’T PUT THE LINK THERE FOR NOTHING, thanks. Now that I made my love for EXO-M clear, I can write about Heart Attack. It was actually one of the first songs by EXO I’ve heard when I was a teeny-tiny Baby EXO-L and I’ve loved it instantly (it has a huge revival recently). As far as I can remember it was the first time for EXO to use hearable autotune which fits the song sooo much. I love the intro and the lyrics and I hate how little lines Kris has in that one. Still, I wish EXO could bring this song back on stage (also Let Out The Beast btw) - I could really imagine it as an acoustic version at this point. Sooo SM employees... if one of you reads this... just an idea........

9. Sing For You - by EXO

I’m never not obsessed with Sing For You. It’s basically in every song tag I ever did, that’s how important this song is to me. I just love the concept of expressing feelings with music, probably because this is what I do all the time. Music is really my language for any emotion at this point. So of course the idea of someone singing for you to tell you what they feel brought tears to my eyes the first time I heard this utterly beautiful song.

10. Nothing Else Matters - by Metallica

And here’s the other song I never stop being obsessed about. I think I said it multiple times already, but I will say it again: This song is the definition of love for me. This is how I expect love to be like, to feel like, to sound like. About the lyrics, they are very intimate and vulnerable, as if somebody opened themselves for someone else with these words. And don’t get me started about the music itself. GOD THIS IS SO GOOD. The amount of beautiful guitar parts is just right, the intro sounds so soft and calm while the music gets heavier and heavier throughout the song. And it’s so amazing how James Hetfield’s voice can do both in one song too. Still, if I ever get married, this song will be the one I to marry to.

wow. we are at the end. i did it and i love this list ^^

now i want to tag everybody who feels like doing this <3

#10 songs obsession tag #tag game

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