#[ i stole this and it is the truth dont judge

[limeandorange]

The worst part about Nessian is that I can make it work so well in my head… without even changing their original personalities.

Like, seriously. I didn’t need a different Nesta. I didn’t need a different Cassian. I just needed:

Cassian with a bit more humor. Not the self-deprecating kind—actual wit and charm. You know, a Cassian who is more confident, even if it’s a front at first.

No need to write Nesta as someone coping through self-medication. Keep her pride, her sharpness, her walls, those were already powerful traits to explore.

One or two scenes where both of them defend each other without meaning to—where it just slips out, instinctively.

A little less pressure, a little more space. Let the tension simmer instead of forcing it to boil. Here is my idea:

The book could’ve opened with Nesta’s nightmares—her shutting people out, brushing off offers of help, refusing to train her powers. Cassian, unsure of what else he can do, offers what he knows best: physical training, to give her some structure, a way to regain some control. She turns it down because she's tired of being told what to do, of being watched, judged by Feyre's family.

Then, of course, she decides to help when it comes to the troves matter, keep her instinct to shelter Elain, keep the sisters fighting about that. the Kelpie scene goes wrong, bad enough to shake her. And maybe that’s what finally cracks the wall and she agrees to train. She tells herself it’s practical, that staying in the House of Wind means getting an earlier start. Easier than being winnowed from Velaris (or because they kept sending Rhys and she is scared of him).

Cassian leaves for Illyria to work... she ends up in the library to fill the silence, meets Gwyn and eventually they talk about training. Also eventually, she’s introduced to Emerie through Cassian. The friendships form slowly, and so does the training, but with no forcing.

Keep the Cassian and Nesta dynamic charged with mutual push-and-pull and sexual tension.

And then the truth drops. Both the mating bond and Feyre’s pregnancy risks, and something inside Nesta spirals. First, because mating bonds aren't human—another reminder that she no longer is. But more than that, the thought creeps in: that she stole from the Cauldron, took what wasn’t meant for her, and now it's punishing her. Giving her a power she can’t control. A mate who, one day, might kill her—or a future child.

And finally, it settles in her chest that suffocating sense of debt. She remembers watching her sisters waste away from hunger, doing nothing to stop it. And now, even when she wants to do something, all she hears is that there’s no salvation. Feyre saved her but she doesn’t know how to save Feyre.

Meanwhile, Cassian mirrors Nesta’s despair in his own way. He couldn’t save her from the Cauldron. They would’ve died together at Hybern’s hands if not for Elain. Now, Nesta won’t let him in—especially after discovering the mating bond—and he watches, powerless, as she spirals.

He carries other regrets, too. Fifty years locked in Velaris while Rhysand suffered alone. The Illyrians misted by Hybern’s army, etc. His failure to protect those under his command weighs as heavily as her power does on her.

The tension between them builds, sharp words, cold silences, until Nesta finally snaps: “Enough. I need to do something. I have to try.” She refuses to sit and watch her sister fade away like she once did as human. And slowly, she and Cassian begin to work together.

Somehow, that uneasy alliance softens, they start training, researching the Troves or solutions to Feyre’s condition, following ancient clues through Prythian.

If we dont want to change the book ending at all, Nesta can still use her bargaining to save Feyre and give her power back, but maybe make this a more informed choice? Not a deus ex machina.

We can even have the Blood Rite. Briallyn is moving in the shadows, manipulating Illyrians for her own ends. But this time, when Cassian realizes Nesta is missing, he goes after and tracks her, but faces Briallyn in his way to Nesta and gets imprissioned. And in the end, they don’t fight alone, make something more interesting with some Illyrians and the Valkyries deciding to help their generals... It would show that Cassian is respected, not just tolerated, for once.

Sigh. What could’ve been.

[yourlocalmeta1head]

My Aot Ships !SPOILERS!

EreMika (Eren x Mikasa) omg do I even need to elaborate? First of all THE FACT THAT MIKASA LOOKS PRETTIER WHEN ITS IN ERENS POV? And not to mention the fact that in episode 12 Ian even says to Mikasa 'defend your boyfriend' in sub and in dub he said 'go save the man you love' also when Eren asked Mikasa what he is to her it was obious he wasnt wanting the answer "your my family" AND THE FACT THAT THEY KISSED IN THE FINAL EPISODE

NicoSasha (Niccolo x Sasha) LITTERALLY CANNON BUT ISAYAMA HATES LOVE APARENTLY. Niccolo looked mesmerised and looked so inlove while blushing when he saw Sasha CRYING over how good his food was. Omg and the way he reacted when his conrad called Sasha a 'filth blooded potato grubbing devil' MY MAN WAS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE and when he said "What is this brat someone specil to you? Is that why he tried to protect you earlier? You care about him huh? Well I used to care about someone too! A DIRT BLOODED ELDIAN! A DECENDENT OF DEVILS! THE WOMAN WHO ENJOYED THE FOOD I COOKED MORE THAN ANYONE ID EVER MET BEFORE! She saved me from this shitty ass pointless war... she showed me that the person I ment to be as a man who brings people happiness through his cooking... that was Sasha Braus... she was amzing. AND YOU STOLE HER FROM ME!" OMG LIKE HOW CAN YOU HEAR HIM SAY THAT AND NOT THINK ITS CANNON?!

AurEtra (Ouro x Petra) OMG ISAYAMA LITTERALLY SAID THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED! Also I noticed that they argue very much like a couple. sorry i dont have much to say about this ship. I just really like it.

MikeNana (Miche x Nannaba) Ok listen. This isn't a mega huge ship I have I just think its really cute. Also everytime Miche and Nannaba interact omg its adorable. Thats about it.

KenUri (Kenny x Uri) THE WAY THEY INTERACTED WITH EACHOTHER OMGGG now I dont this its super inlove. I just think they were atleast a little inlove with eachoter. THEY ARE SOULMATES AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE! Also in the OFFICIAL AOT GUIDE BOOK THIS IS A CONVERSATION ISAYAMA HAD WITH AN INTERVEIWER Interviewer: "So he (Kenny) thought id he eliminated Uri, the world would become right again. But he lost the fight." Isayama: "Kenny's way of judging value is: 'The strong are in the right', and so for that reason he was attracted to Uri." LIKE OMG HE LITTERALLY SAID KENNY WAS ATTRACTED TO URI! (and no one say "oh well he wouldn't make Kenny be intrested in men" when Yumir and Historia are LITTERALLY CONFERMINED LESBIANS.

YumiHisu (Yumir x Historia) This is gonna be short because it's obious this ship is cannon. Yumir always telling Historia "You are so gonna have to marry me after all this shit is over!" When Historia was with Yumir after the tower fell. The way they looked at eachother. The fact that Historia was more worried about Yumir than anything when Reiner and Bertolt reveled their titans and took Eren and Yumir. WHEN YUMIR SAID TO REINER AND BERTOLT "You guys have no idea what it's like. She knows what a shitty person I am, but she still smiles at me. I can't..." THE FACT THAT HISTORIA TOLD YUMIR "I will always be your ally" EVEN AFTER YUMIR BASICALLY ATE HER. HISTORIA PROTECTING YUMIR WHEN MIKASA ALMOST KILLED HER TO SAVE EREN! WHEN HISTORIA SAID "But with Yumir gone I've lost my purpose. I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore." OMG NOT TO MENTION THE LETTER?! 'To my dear Historia, as I write this Reiner's standing at my side. He knows this is a love letter, but he's still sneaking peaks. Honestly, it's no wonder the creep's still single. That said.. he did give me his word that he'd deliver this letter to you. He says he owes me for the time I doubled back to save him. I'm sorry about then... I never would've imagined myself choosing those two.. over you... I'm going to die soon. But... I'll die without regrets. Or that's what I'd like to say. Truth is... I do have one. It's that I never got to marry you. With Love, Yumir' I MEAN HOW CAN YOU READ THAT AND NOT SHIP THEM?!

MobuHan (Moblit x Hange) OMG MOBLITS PRTECTIVENESS AND THE WAY HES SO PACIENT WITH THEM! He's always trying to protect them. AND HOW THEY INTERACT WITH EACHOTHER! M: "I don't think thats the way you want to talk to the leader of our whole regiment" H: "SHUT UP >:( AS I WAS SAYING" ALSO THIS MOMENT. M: "PLEASE DONT GO ALONE! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!" AND MOBLITS LITTLE "STOPPPP!" WHEN HANGE RODE AWAY! H: "dont try to call me bluff" M: "Please dont!"

[bonjas]

betty la fea: la historia continua episodes 5&6

Well that was a whole lot of...nothing. With how fun episodes 3&4 were, I was so optimistic about the rest of the show, but damn, they stomped out that hope REAL quick. I don't even know where to start lol, I guess at the beginning...

The opening scenes were so jarring? Firstly, this show LOVES cutting scenes in between entire fucking conversations so we get an awkward 5 second betty scene, then it goes straight to the walking through the jail scene that felt like it was supposed to be a dream, but we never got a "waking up to reality" scene, he was just IN JAIL LMAO like?? We went from confession, straight to jail? There wasn't even an ongoing investigation going on into what was happening at ecomoda or anything like that, so he just went to the nearest jail and said "i did a bad thing! guilty!" and into the slammer? IF WE HAD KNOWN WHAT WAS GOING ON AND THERE WERE AUTHORITIES ACTIVELY INVESTIGATING, IT WOULD MAKE SENSE. but nah, these writers hate explaining ANYTHING lmao. literally, it went: armando and mario nervous about betty finding out, betty becoming prez, armando and mario trying to hide the evidence with guttierez, betty finding out from hugo, confronting armando, him still not saying what happened, failing to fix it, then JAIL? PLEASEeeeeee

i'm finding that this show doesn't know what to do with betty. like, at all. with a show being named betty la fea, it sure doesn't look like it. poor betty only gets to look sad, or look mad 24/7. or if she's briefly happy, she then immediately has to get sad and/or mad. we get so little precious betty time as it is, i wish they would give her more to do! seeing her confront mario was cool in the previous episodes, betty always had a spine and defended herself, what happened to that! she just stands there silent and lets everyone make false accusations against her then walks away?!

i'm seeing a lot of "hugo is the villain again!!" ummmm??? hugo is the one actually helping the entire staff by letting them know what's going on and demanding justice??? everyone would lose their pensions if it wasn't for him, and if it was the real world, uh YEAH lawsuit bitch!!! after all the abuse they all took from armando, to learn that on top of that he stole their retirement funds? ELECTRIC CHAIR.

mila...sigh. i already said idk what to think of her character, we literally don't know a thing about her, but drinking and driving? gurl. armando is her father after all and we all know how he was about that shit, but damn. dont like that at all. her saying that shit to marcela was so out of line since she herself cried to marce about her being the only one who cares about her or w/e and the minute marce shows some parenting traits and worries over her she flips out and said now i know why my dad left you?! yeeesh. and she's obviously a TERRIBLE judge of character, wtf was there ever to see in ignacio? ewwwwwwww. that whole story line just fucking sucks. i dont care about him, even if they told us ANYTHING of what the fuck is going on with him, i just dont care. he's so boring and one note, if he takes down all of ecomoda with his pinky, i couldn't care less. the hacking stuff is stupid. "hackeado" is funny though lol. oh ALSO about mila, i totally expected betty to run into her at the jail and she bails her out and they have more of a bonding moment but nope!!! fuck any potential bonding moments i guess, or even sharing the screen together. could have been such a good "i always help the people i love even when they're doing something wrong" moment!! like a foreshadow for mila for when she finds betty's diary and finds out the truth (cuz of course she is)! please i beg, a scrap of foreshadowing!!!

patricia is a stepmom!!!!!!!!!! that made me laugh. and they hate her, omg that's so fucking funny. her sleeping with nicolas again tho, i'm half "why?" and half "i get it" cuz he's the only guy that's ever showed real feelings and respect for her, but it just happened so quick and we didnt really see it develop, they just hit it off again after 20 yrs lol? but the whole "secret tapes" montage was pretty good, that was a highlight for me.

quick fire:

armando's lawyer is still fucking pointless, and still throws herself at him for no fucking reason lmao WHY????

the jail scenes suck, antiquated gay jokes and boring jail tropes. i fast forwarded those scenes, NEXT (if I'm wrong and they're worth watching pls let me know!! I saw Freddy was there and the therapy guy or something?? idk I was so checked out at that point) (edit: I rewatched the episode in its entirety, I was right the jail scenes are pointless! he just ends up leaving after like a fucking day!!!!)

so did nicolas stop working at ecomoda when betty left? did patricia barely get her position in the time betty left? marcela just works full time at ecomoda again, since before or after betty left?? hello??

the timeline still makes no sense, mila was gone 5 yrs, the armando marce kiss was 5 yrs ago, but armando was only president for 2 yrs? but betty left armando that night presumedly, so were they separated for that time until marcela waiting 3 yrs to demand betty be removed as president?????

nothing happened plot wise :( armando went to jail, everyone finds out and has a freak out, hacking and Mario was looking for some shit??? site character shenanigans, armando gets out. nothing happened!! two whole episodes wasted 😔 when you only have 10 episodes, everything needs to be important.

fernando gaitan was a fucking magician cuz i could tell you every single plot point of OG BLF without stuttering. the reboot is a mess yall i'm sorry 😞 i really hope it gets better, cuz now we have a confirmed second season?? bro why

why did Betty fall down the stairs like that?? what was the point? will it be relevant later?

also we just haven't had any good patsy pat and Marce moments :(

please let me eat my words and get better for the last 4 episodes!!!! i beg of you

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XI

"THANK YOU SO MUCH, Lord Moriarty. I have no more regrets. I give this life, to you.." 

It had been nearly two years since William and (name) had been married and officially become husband and wife. After their honeymoon in (home country), which wasn't much of a honeymoon due to (name) constantly working to help her parents even though they didn't need her help, they had returned to England and (name) had moved in with William and his brothers, taking Josephine with her. 

Currently though, (name) was in (home country). She had been for the past five months now. Alone. Well not entirely alone considering she had her closest aide with her, who was now 18 years of age, (oh how time flies. (Name) felt like a proud mother, and certainly related to her father when he had seen her for the first time in a while when she got engaged) and was there to keep her company. She was quite vague when she described what she would be doing before she left but William had deduced it would have something to do with the diplomatic relations of (home country). 

The household had recently felt a lot quieter and silent following (name)'s departure. The sound of (name) and William childishly bickering over ridiculous things  — although it was a lot more (name) than william — and Josephine giggling at her lady's behaviour. The nights were also lonely. Although William and (name) had agreed upon separate rooms being used, the two stayed up together frequently until they fell asleep on desks covered in papers and plans beneath the comforting warm candle light. 

It wasn't just William who missed their presence though. Albert had missed going to parties full of nobles with (name), which were usually almost obligatory for the nobles with titles or their heirs, as they silently judged everyone. Louis had missed cooking and doing housework with Josephine as they both worried over their brother and mistress respectively and teaching (name), who had no experience in housework, to cook or clean. 

"I'm glad I've given you hope. Would you like to try living a little longer?" William asked Michelle who looked slightly confused at his question. "Well to tell you the truth, I received a similar request from Mr baton, saying that if it was to save you, he would gladly lay down his life." He confessed. 

The dark haired woman looked at her husband, warmth and comfort enveloping her as she finally realised how much her husband truly cared for her. 

 "Please remember you have someone dear to you."

Albert and Louis glanced at each other with a knowing look, they had both been thinking the same thing. 

"Don't you want some sort of reward..?" Mrs Baton asked, feeling guilty about not having anything to give William in return if she did keep living. 

"The country is full of rotten people. I want to create an ideal world for everyone. As per the contract, you may keep your lives." William smiled "Until that day I create that world, you must hold onto your lives dearly. That's an order." 

The tears Michelle had been holding back had finally started spill as she gave William a melancholic smile."You stole my reason to die, and gave me a reason to live. For that I am forever grateful. I'll stay with you until my life runs out." 

The couple smiled at each other, the slowly fading embers of their marriage suddenly catching flame once more. 

"I see you've both made up..." the elderly woman from the market said "young professor, I would like to ask you for your advice..." William nodded for the woman to continue

"Mr baton's grapefruits dont sell well. They're too sour. What should I do?" 

William gave the woman a polite smile as he granted her some advice "Let them rest for a while. The sourness should calm down." 

As the three brothers left to return to their manor while the sun began to set, Albert spoke up. 

"I believe that couple cherish each other dearly..it's certainly a wonder in such a disgusting world that we currently reside in." He said, although his words seemed to be implying a double meaning

A few weeks later, a letter had come in the mail addressed to William from none other than his currently absent wife. He had been receiving letters from her multiple times a week, usually consisting of (name) giving William advice on his crime consultant work or William giving (name) advice on how to deal with certain difficulties she had faced in (home country). 

Each morning since she had left, the first thing William would do would be to read his wife's letters and reply almost immediately. It had become routine to him. 

William took the letter from Louis with a 'thank you', rather eagerly, but Louis had grown used to his brother's newfound habit now. He opened it quickly and read through it carefully, admiring the little quirks he would see in (name)'s handwriting.

Dear William, 

How did the dinner with the Baron go? I'm glad I was able to be of use to you in researching Dublin's heart medication. My father had been on a similar one recently, ( a useful coincidence) which brings me to my next point. 

Before you begin writing, I must let you know that you need not reply to another one of my letters. Once this letter arrives, I shall likely be boarding the train to Durham or perhaps I'm already home with you now. Hopefully the ship arrives as soon as possible. Josephine and I are due back in England for, I believe, the 23rd of may, so expect me by Tuesday afternoon. 

I apologise once again for missing your birthday, even if you do not feel particularly attached to it. I'm glad the postal services were competent enough to send you my gifts. The cane I had crafted by a sword-smith from (home country) should hopefully be a better alternative to your previous one and a lot more discreet at that. I hope that, along with the rest of the gifts and the money I had sent, are to your taste. 

I look forward to seeing you once more, 

Yours faithfully, 

(Name) 

P.s I hope when you say I plague your dreams, you aren't having nightmares of me. I'm not that scary...I think..

William hadn't known the exact date (name) would return from (home country), in fact he feared she wouldn't return at all. Coincidentally, this day in particular was the Tuesday that (name) would return to England. Thankfully he had cancelled his lecture for the day so he would be able to  greet his wife at the train station in the afternoon. (Name)'s room was already set out for her, beside William's and above Josephine's room downstairs, so the preparations for her to return were already complete despite her visit to her place of birth being indefinite. If he were to use the excuse that he hadn't had his lunch yet, he could probably convince (name) to dine with him after settling into Durham. 

"Brother? Are you alright? You've been staring at the letter for the past five minutes..did something happen to Lady (name)?" Louis asked with concern. He had grown to like his sister-in-law ,despite her multiple attempted murders against William, and would hate for anything negative to happen to her. 

William turned to Louis and smiled "(name)'s perfectly fine. She's returned to England and is currently taking the train to London along with Miss Evans." 

Louis returned the smile and nodded "I'm glad."

"William!" 

(Name) waved and ran towards her husband at the train station, with Josephine following behind, repeatedly telling her to calm down. Of course, she didn't listen and continued until she tripped over her own undone shoelace. 

William caught her in his arms and helped her regain her composure, allowing her to stand up straight whilst a breathless Josephine caught up. 

"I..Hah..told you..my lady..you shouldn't ru..run.." she put her hands on her knees as she tried to steady her breath. 

"My apologies, you're alright, aren't you, William?" (Name) asked her smiling husband who chuckled. 

"I'm fine, dear. How was your journey?" He asked before noticing her undone shoelace. He sat (name) down nearby on a bench and kneeled down to tie his wife's shoelace, despite her protests before standing up and holding out his arm for her to take while they walked home. 

As the couple walked back, William had filled (name) in on the case in the paper he had read of and what he had planned to do regarding it, along with informing her of the return of Moran and Fred. He had also thanked her for the birthday gifts (which were a large variety of things. William had to turn down having (name) buy him a brand new estate along with many other extravagant gifts.) she had sent him in her absence. 

William had learnt, in his year of knowing (name), that she expressed her affection mainly through gift giving, so he would find it difficult to reject any extravagant gifts she would send, but the had advised her not to do instead, her main gift this year had been a little cane with a sword hidden inside. It was specially crafted and designed which he had appreciated very much and it was possibly his favourite birthday gift he had ever received. (Name)'s gifts usually held that title. 

Once they had returned home and been guided to their designated rooms, William had asked (name) out to eat. 

(Name) normally would have refused anything remotely romantic, but she was tired and hungry and she had promised William she would go to eat at a café or restaurant with him in exchange for missing his birthday, and besides, he was tired and he hadn't had his lunch yet. She couldn't turn him down after being gone for five months. 

"I've only been here for a couple of hours but I already like Durham.." (name) said as the waiter brought them their meal "Considering we're the only noble family, it means we have more opportunities to interact with the commoners, who are a lot more down to earth than even the kindest nobles." 

William nodded with a smile as he cut his fried egg "We've made some good allies in this town.." he said "All the more reason to continue making this world a better place." 

"Indeed..Colonel Moran and Fred are to arrive by the evening, correct?" She asked before she sipped on her tea 

"The plan has already been set in motion..everything should go according to plan.." William said "How staying with your parents, pleasant, I assume?" 

"It was..father was ill for a while, although I already wrote about that in my letters," (name) said as she moved the food around on her plate "I suppose it was rather stressful though..my father works as an advisor for the royals of (home country) and so does my mother, but because he wasn't able to attend any meetings, I had to go in his stead.." 

"I'm sure you did wonderfully," her husband glanced at her player and then back at his. Hers was still full of the meal she had ordered whereas his was nearly empty. "Are you feeling alright, love? You haven't eaten much.." 

(Name) sighed and nodded "I'm fine..just don't have much of an appetite right now..I ate a lot on the train anyways and the journey was rather tiring" 

Of course, William easily saw through this lie, but didn't directly address it and instead took her fork, picked up some of her food and flew it to her mouth, as if he were feeding a child. 

"What the.." (name) muttered, leaning away. "I'm not an infant, I can feed myself." 

William gave a teasing smirk "Oh, but my darling (name), you seem so tired, I, as your ever so loving husband, should help you." 

The fork was still hovering against (name)'s mouth. She rolled her eyes "Not even half a day back with you and you still find a way to irritate me beyond measure" she opened her mouth, allowing William to feed her. 

While she was chewing, she watched as an old lady approached them while they sat outside with a smile. 

"Ah, young professor, who's this lovely lady?" She asked. It seemed she already knew him, although not enough to recognise (name) as his wife. 

William held (name)'s hand in his own and smiled politely "This is my wife, I've already mentioned her previously." 

The old woman's eyes widened as she looked over to the grumpy woman, who had instantly put on a facade of an elegant and loving wife and smiled. "So this is her? The famous Lady (name) Moriarty?" 

(Name) smiled and looked confused "Huh- I mean, pardon?" 

Ms Suzanne looked at the woman and bowed with a mischievous smile "Your husband has mentioned you a few times, he seems to very fond of you.." 

(Eye colour) eyes widened then quickly returned to their previous state, flickering over to William who was avoiding eye contact. "Is that so?" She hummed with smile, masking her true intentions which were to tease William all the way home as revenge for feeding her. 

Once their little date was over (with (name) pestering William regarding what he had been saying about her to the villager, yet he refused to answer, clearly flustered. Now she understood why William would tease her often, (name) realised, it was incredibly entertaining to see the reaction of the other party. 

After having killed Dudley Bale, the Durham University treasurer and landowner for the sake of avenging Frida, William returned home late that night, along with Moran and Fred who had now both been taken in under the guise of being servants. 

Thankfully, he had thought, there wasn't any blood on his clothes, so returning didn't cause any issues in terms of being discreet. The door to William's office was open, a slim crack between the door and the door flame, allowing the candlelight to shine through. A pale hand reached over to push the door open slowly, only to see a sleeping (name) at his desk. There was a copy of Twelfth Night that had fallen onto the floor, clearly dropped by his wife when she drifted off to sleep. He kneeled down beside her and nudged her slightly, hoping to wake her up so he could take her to bed and ask why she was there. 

(Name)'s eyelashes fluttered open to reveal her (eye colour) eyes. She looked over at William and yawned tiredly "You're finally back.." she muttered 

"Were you waiting for me?" He asked as (name) stretched and took her book that William was handing to her. 

(Name) glared at him and returned his smile with an irritated frown "of course not..I was just reading and looking at some of the stuff you have planned for the next few weeks.." 

"Ah you were just sitting in my office for no particular reason?" William chuckled and helped her up "we can discuss plans another time. You must be tired from travelling so much recently.." 

" 'm not tired.." (name) was saying before being interrupted by another yawn. 

"Do you want me to carry you to bed?" The blond teased "Or would you rather have me hold you in my arms whilst you sleep?"

"Hey remember what Ms Suzanne said earlier today?" The noble lady retorted, referring to the incident earlier that day "What is it you were saying, dear professor? You seem to be quite fond of your wife, sir." 

"Enough of that..." Came William's stern reply, his grin now turning into a straight and annoyed face, as if their dynamic had completely swapped. 

"Oh but professor, how could you say such a thing to your darling wife!" 

BONUS: 

The amount of servants in the Moriarty manor was slowly increasing... but..

"Hey Louis! The booze's already empty here!" Called a gruff voice. Louis turned to moran, trying to hold back his annoyance 

"Mr Moran, are you feeling like a guest here..?" Louis asked the man who was lounging around on the sofa, drinking beer. 

Moran smirked "What? Isn't it obvious" 

Louis looked down at him "in this house, those who don't work aren't regarded as human by us." He said bluntly. A snort could be heard from a certain brunette who was cleaning a glass cabinet with a duster. 

"What?!" 

The blond sighed "Brother Albert is working in the military , Brother William's teaching at the university, Josephine is already good at housework and sister..I mean Lady (name) does her fair share of chores despite not being used to it while she waits for a job from Durham." Louis said "and even Fred is tending to the garden." 

Moran looked out of the door to see Fred crouched besides a rose bush. 

"He even picked up bullets at the bridge last night.." 

"Wait I didn't come here to work as a servant!! Moran looked surprised and went to the patio where (name) and William sat together with a cup of tea. "(Name)! You're the mistress of the house! Say something...!" 

"I could care less." She said, not even batting an eye  as she elegantly rose her teacup to her lips. Another (louder)  snort was heard. 

Moran turned to her husband "William! We swore it in front of the tomb, right?!"

William smiled "Of course Moran, I'm going to hire you." 

"Huuuuuh?!" Cue an even louder laugh. 

"We'll take everything step by step, right?" William reasoned "so please help Louis until the next job comes" 

"In the end that's still the same!!" 

Louis guided the semi-drunk man away "Now come on, Mr Moran." 

A/N: finally moving onto the main plot hehe. Fl seems to have warmed up to liam over the nearly two years they’ve been married aww. Of course nothing is ever easy when I’m the author so I wonder what fate may befall fl in the next few chapters 👀 😈

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

praying to a ghost that refuses to stay buried

praying to a ghost that refuses to stay buried https://ift.tt/AJ8gzwG by ijusthavealotoffeelings “It was always going to be you, and Cas knew it. He was dead from the moment he met you.” Dean swallowed thickly but he refused to break Gabe’s gaze. “You never cared about him,” Gabe spat. “You only cared about what he could do for you! And you know what? He knew it but he did it anyway! He deserved so much better than you.” “No,” Dean whispered. “No, you don’t get to do that.” Dean shoved against Gabe hard and he stumbled back a step with the force of it. Dean could feel tears stinging his eyes but he refused to cry like this. “You don’t get to tell me how I felt about Cas! Don’t you for one second believe I loved him any less than you did! Hell, I loved him more! More than anyone! I would’ve done anything for him!” Dean is grieving and Gabriel just wants his brother back. With Jack gone, Sam's just trying to hold onto the little family he has left. Even when Cas returns from the dead, with Jack by his side, things don't just magically become okay again. It seems they may all have some truths they need to confess to. Words: 13718, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jack Kline Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Gabriel & Dean Winchester, Jack Kline & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 15, Post-Canon Fix-It, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), Love Confessions, Sam Winchester Knows, that tag is still objectively hilarious to me like, we as a fandom collectively agree that sam definitely know dean and cas are in love, gabriel knows too, fight me on this, Dean Winchester Lives, lets just pretend the finale didnt happen okay, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, I am physically incapable of writing sad endings, so fear not dear readers, idk what else to put, First Kiss, warning for alcoholism in the beginning, look deans not good at coping, Grief/Mourning, may as well tag it its kind of a central theme in this fic, But dont worry!, they get their happy ending!, as they should - Freeform, also, Jack Knows, but in a, he asssumes theyre already a couple, kind of way, headcanon: cas blows out all the lights the first time they kiss, married couple bickering, okay its actually a lot heavier than that, our boys need to work their shit out, dean and his tendency to say bad things in the heat of the moment, listen, I Love Dean, but he has no filter when hes angry, loving someone to the point of self destruction etc etc, Complicated Relationships, because, yeah - Freeform, what they have is def complicated, featuring deans inherent tendency to self sabotage, bc he definitely does that a lot, or am i projecting? maybe im projecting, either way you get the idea, ok these tags are becoming ridiculous, Im gonna stop now, rating is mostly for language and heavy themes, and one kinda smutty scene, dean drinks whiskey in this bc thats what i drink when im sad, whiskey hangovers SUCK, ig dean is just very me coded in this, Dean Winchester Uses Actual Words, as he should, yes there is a halsey quote in here that i stole, dont judge me, overly sappy declarations of love and devotion, living on being the ultimate act of loving someone, but maybe thats just more of me projecting, is anyone even going to read these tags?, okay this was only supposed to be like 3k words and it just got away from me via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/8ANmeK2 July 29, 2023 at 08:54PM

[hirodraga]

Update on this, I got my account back!!

Discord support were angels and solved my issue under 24 hours, thankfully! Gonna write a little about what happened undercut in case anyone goes through something similar and to inform about this sort of scam, because tbh it seemed quite ellaborate to me. TLDR: They steal an account, dont change anything in the profile and impersonate the user, deceiving until they can snatch some coin from you.

So, what happened was: It was already night and I heading to sleep after a tiring day when I opened discord to check it and there was a message on my inbox from a profile which seemed like any regular user from a game server. Im sharing this profile in behalf of informing it might be harmful, but please DO NOT direct any type of violence or hate speech at it. I do believe this acc belonged to someone who fell to this scam and got their acc stole.

As an artist, some people seek to me on discord to chat about art or ask abt commissions so I didnt thought it was strange at first. the user sent me the following message:

I wasnt able to indentify the scam there but I should have - I checked my email to see If i got notified by discord and by my surprise there wasnt anything about it. they followed to sent me a print of their "discord request ticket"

Another clue that I just was too dumb to take (this is not the usual way discord will contact you) it seemed too legit to me. And I did contact the acc, which was that profile:

now its mostly blank but this profile was with some icons claiming to be discord support team. To be honest I dont use discord very much, Im trying to be more active in there recently but in truth I barelly interact - saying that because to an experienced discord user/someone that uses it everyday, this must be very obviously scam. in the following conversation with this user, they asked me to inform date of birth and country, which I mindlessly did (never share that kind of stuff with strangers on the internet), and seeing now i know it was asking for getting scammed because discord doesnt need that sort of data to verify your acc. the user also provided his "discord credentials"

Now this seemed very legit to me (I know i was a fool pls dont judge me), but still i didnt got ANY email about any of that and that was the biggest clue.

Ok so basically after that theytold me to change my email address temporaly to an address they provided, claiming that it would put my account on "discord custody to mitigate potential risks" and it would be temporarily deactivated to prevent scams from happening. (Also the email was @ hotmail.com which was basically screaming in my face that it was a scam because any trustyworth corp. has its own domain.) Then I changed it (please never do that) and then they said that I needed to continue the process in another account since mine would be temp. deactivated. When I questioned the need of it, they sent me the following message.

now this here frightened me a little and I got very scared of losing my discord, then I just followed the process. I made an acc with a different email from my main, and kept talking to this user. Their manner of speaking was very professional and deceived me into erasing the emails from discord in my inbox and trash bin claiming that they were preventing the scanning of my acc. (Yeah basically I just gave my house keys to a stranger and got locked outside.)

now the moment I stopped and actually googled the situation was this: they asked me to make a purchase in behalf of validate my account and again Discord would never do such a thing.

its infuriating because looking now it was too obvious, I should just had to ignore everything once I realised there were no official notifications about bans or reports on my email. I found this reddit post from a year ago, which is basically the same issue. After seeing the reddit post and comments I sent an email to discord official support contact in their site, and they helped me recovering my access. Im afraid that the scam is basically that: They steal the account, dont change anything and impersonate the person (Like I believe they impersonate [magnanapina] and I was afraid they would impersonate myself, targeting fellows) and keep doing this scheme to in the end snatch some coin from you. All of this seemed very elaborate and legit to me, so Im sharing it hopefully it might inform and prevent it from happening again with anyone seeing this. Be weary and be safe!

Heads up guys! My discord account was hacked! Please ignore ANY message received by it! No matter the subject!

I fell into a scam believing my acc was in risk to be banned and ended up losing the access to it. Already contacted the support for help.

Im in multiple fandom servers probably the person who hacked it might target other users from such servers.

Be weary and be safe!

[convxction]

Chrom: Anyone d-

Pewter: Depressed?

Boss+Sae: Drained?

Date: Dumb?

Wylan: Disliked?

Chrom: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people?

[starglitterz]

hii!! hope you are alright and staying safe ehe. I have a request, how about a childe x reader, but its unrequited love?? In context, childe loves you but you dont feel the same way, how would he react?? :0

thank u anon !! you too :)))

one order of an ice-cream coming right up ! i hope you enjoy it, and ty for ordering from quill's dessert cafe 🍧

🍦 unrequited love with childe

feat; childe x gn!reader

warnings; angst, suggestive, friends with benefits

childe.

it's always been the same for as long as childe can remember, at least all he can remember of the time he's spent with you. the two of you hit it off almost instantly, and a night spent drinking fire-water and chatting on the ice solidified your friendship. that's all it was, wasn't it? childe doesn't know, doesn't want to accept the truth; that's all you ever saw him as - a friend.

a friend who somehow ends up drunkenly kissing down your neck and telling you how gorgeous you look bathed in twilight. a friend who stumbles into your bedroom and pushes you down onto the bed, only going further than sloppy kisses when you allow it. a friend who marks you all over with hickeys that you don't bother hiding when you head for work the next day. a friend who shares your bed more often than he sleeps in his.

tartaglia wants to scoff at how blind he was, but he still hasn't come to terms with it, so he should technically mock his present self.

there's another thing childe doesn't know; when he started falling for you. maybe it was when he watched you casually shrug on his shirt with the early morning light flooding in through the windows, or when you offered him breakfast after a steamy night. maybe it was when he was kissing you so hard your lips were swollen, or when he was showering with you, the water so hot that the mirror's glass fogged up, hiding how he stole a mischievous kiss from you with a laugh.

it's not like it matters, or at least it shouldn't. you don't love him. that is a fact. but tartaglia, the youngest of the eleven harbingers, the one who has slayed foes far worse than this, is struggling to deal with the aftermath of rejection. and so even though it brings him nothing but hurt and yet another crack in his chipped heart, childe continues replaying all the time you spent together in his mind like a broken record, wondering where he went wrong, questioning the genuineness and intention of all your actions.

the day you ended, well, whatever things were between the two of you, is still fresh in his mind, like an untreated wound festering after a long battle. childe can recall the entire scene exactly, not a single mistake, for it's etched into his memory forever. how many times can he go over it and ponder what else he could have said before he finally gives up? he guesses it's a lot, judging by how often he's been doing it, with no sign of stopping anywhere in the near future.

"childe..." you began, stretching like a cat before sliding out of bed. "what's up? did i go too rough or anything?" tartaglia asked flirtatiously, winking at you. you tossed a pillow at his head, "no, you idiot." childe remembers the atmosphere distinctly starting to shift here, to weigh heavy with unspoken words before you swallowed and continued, "i think... we should stop this." his throat went dry, "what do you mean?" you gestured wildly at the bed, at the room, at him sitting up shirtless, "all of this." childe stared at you with shock, "why now, all of a sudden?" "there's someone i want to start dating," you stated before beaming, "but it's alright! we're still best friends, after all."

as soon as childe heard those sentences, it was like his entire world crashed in on him. gone were his dreams where he dramatically asked you out and you accepted eagerly, the dreams where he would propose to you and you could build a family together. he doesn't know how he managed to make it home in one piece, with how his head was spinning and his heart was beating like a drum far too loudly. best friends? best friends didn't do what the two of you did in the sheets, best friends didn't give each other lovebites, best friends didn't do a lot of things that the two of you did.

love is such a funny thing, childe muses. for even if one person loves another with their all, and is willing to go to the end of the solar system and back for them, it's all useless unless it's reciprocated, which his evidently wasn't. even now, the pain of the incident, which took place more than a month ago, still twists in his heart like a knife. tartaglia's so far away from snezhnaya now, staying all the way in the bustling harbour of liyue. he had told the other fatui harbingers it was to obtain the gnosis of the geo archon, but his ulterior motive had always been to get away from you. he knows it's cowardly, that it goes against his very principles and warped morals, but he had no other solution.

childe didn't know what to do, and he still doesn't. perhaps to him you were a lighthouse, guiding him amongst the stormy waves. yet now that you're gone, he's more lost than before. so for now, tartaglia supposes he'll push away all thoughts of you and lock them in the darkest depths of his mind, he'll focus on his mission, and maybe, just maybe, he'll be able to move on.

or at least that's what he's hoping.

quill speaks !

hi anon, i hope this was to your liking! i had a lot of fun writing it, but i'm not sure if it turned out that well KSDKSKD

unrequited love hurts the most honestly, at least for me :')

but anyways!

i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

© starglitterz 2021. do not repost or modify in any way.

[bonesofapoet]

We Are Unsung Hymns

[jason todd x you]

author’s note: me: im only writing requests this year! also me: what if i explored the more Intense and Darker Themes of being with an anti-hero, especially when they kinda disappear, then show up half dead for the 32nd time? me again: so what im actually saying is due to Recent Events i am once again, projecting onto jason peter todd

p.s. dont judge me for the out of context Shelley quotes + this is a little rusty, i havent written in a hot second. tw blood + injury, alcohol, adult language, loneliness.

word count: 1678 (WOW)

Silence, to you, meant many things.

It was the soft hours of dawn, honey golden light streaming through curtained windows. It was the hush in your soul after a day so divine it felt more like a dream than anything else. Silence was the eye of a hurricane, the calm before the storm.

Sometimes, it was sinister. Silence meant unknown things seeping into hairline cracks left unguarded when things had been going good, going smooth, going so well you forgot life could be anything else, forgot that surprises still existed.

A day of silence had melted seamlessly into two, then drew slowly into four, even five. It had grown harder to keep your mind from straying, to keep yourself focused on the world in front of you and the people beside you. It was easier during the day as most things seemed to be, but, well.

Things were always fine, until they weren’t fine at all.

An arm of the couch, a corner chair. The windowsill cleared of clutter for seamless exits and entries under the cover of night – they all became prime places for dreaming and thinking, for worrying and waiting. For wondering if you were even allowed to be this worried, this affected, because it wasn’t like you and Jason Todd were technically dating, after all.

It was like being suspended in a sort of limbo, a liminal space; floating at a fixed point in space and time where you danced around whatever it was that had grown and blossomed so beautifully between the two of you.

Also known as: a purgatory, of sorts.

So you scrolled through old messages, camera rolls, curled up in the windowsill with a blanket and city lights for company, with city life for a soundtrack. This all dispelled the tension, the sporadic bouts of cracked composure; reliving memories that reminded you of his warmth, of his smile, focused on the ones that surrounded you with comfort. He would come home because he always came home, in one way or another – a little rumpled and tired, or a canvas stained with his journey.

You crawled into bed, grazed fingertips feather-light across his pillow, then dreamed.

Of course Jason was fine. Probably.

-

A few days later, you had become familiar with this feeling, you realized. Adjusting, finally, to all of this from the past, the present. This was your life now, and patience was a virtue. Resilience had to become one too.

Life went on.

And then you received a message, phone vibrating while out on an errand. Twilight was fast approaching, and you tried to race against the heavenly hues as they melted into deep peony pink, bled into bruised violet, became that deep navy blue always mistaken for midnight black.

Night was unpredictable, after all, and this one was no different.

{ Tuesday, 5:36 pm. From: Roy Harper

Coming in hot }

“Oh,” you said, startled. Your feet stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, crowded and loud – then suddenly, abrasively silent – but you began to move again, when your mind remembered what, exactly, that phrase meant. “Oh.”

You were home in record time. Everything happened fast, after that.

The first aid kit was in your hands within seconds, contents already finding their way onto a table, hands acted on muscle memory as they pulled a bottle of liquor, half full, from the cabinet as your front door flew open, ricocheted off the wall.

You didn’t even flinch.

“In here!”

Heavy, shuffled footsteps followed your voice. Roy and Kory hauled Jason onto the cleared space, and you didn’t bat an eye at that either.

His gear was off already, the clothes worn underneath already stained deeper, darker, saturated in places. His white streak wasn’t so white anymore, either. The harsh overhead light hid no details, and you wished this sort of scene still made you cringe, still made your breath catch and your brow crease in worry.

No one ever thought about what changed within you, when the life you crafted was suddenly full of superheroes and vigilantes. It’s never just learning how to stitch, how to help clean fancy bulletproof kevlar, or your rugs by extension. No, some changes ran too deep for anyone to see them, except for you, in moments like these.

Jason’s eyelids fluttered open, closed, rinse, repeat. He groaned, swore brutally when you began to clean up his wounds; you had learned a thing or two by this point, and this was nothing you had not handled before. Kory and Roy held him down while you worked, while you stitched and cleaned and bandaged.

Your routine was a well oiled machine. Everything slowed down after that.

“So this is what it takes for you to answer my messages,” you said, voice loud in the fresh silence, tone caught between a soothing murmur and a sardonic dig. “Just get yourself mortally wounded, avoid all that ‘don’t worry, I’m alive,’ small talk.”

Jason swats away his Outlaws, breathed a cuss as he pushed himself unsteadily upright. He tells them to wait in the jet, and they listened only after you shrugged your indifference.

“Mortally wounded. I thought you just saved my life,” he tried to joke, but this time it didn’t quite land. Not with his voice so rough and his blood on your floor.

“Take what you need on your way out,” you offered to his friends (yours too, now, you supposed). A balm in contrast to Jason’s demand.

You shared a look with Roy and Kory before they shut the door behind them.

“Rarely a dull moment.” Jason continued, more to himself than to you. He picked up the bottle of liquor within arms reach. The cap screwed off easy and he took a drink, then another while you hid the bloody dressing in the trash.

You swore you felt every emotion under the sun in the next seconds that passed. You were careful not to overwhelm either of you with any of them.

“Why didn’t you go to the Manor? You know Alfred does a better job than I do.” your fingers grabbed the bottle cap, played with it while your heartbeat rose and rose and rose. Jason probably heard it from across the room.

You knew the answer of course, at least the one he always told you.

He was quiet this time, though. Tired eyes left yours in favor of looking out the window, curtains still wide open to the prying eyes of nightfall. He went over to close them. “You never told me, but you were worried.”

It was a small truth; he had grown to trust you with those.

You wanted to smile, but you pulled a glass down from the cabinet, filled it with water and took it to Jason instead. Tugged the bottle gently out of his hand, replaced it with the glass.

He huffed a laugh, breath hitching when the movement pulled at stitches. Jason shifted his attention back to the city beyond, peeking behind the curtain every so often. His indifference to the last twenty minutes, the last two weeks-

You ventured out, turned the words over in your mind as you spoke them. “I don’t want to ruin your dramatic return.”

“But?”

“Being temporarily ghosted gives a person time to think.”

His lips twisted into a smirk, eyes bright. “Does it?”

“Jay.” you had grown careful with your words, with their delivery, but they always said fortune favored the bold. “I know you’re not my knight in shining armor -”

Jason snorts, took a drink. You were half tempted to push him out the window.

“- and I’m the farthest thing from royalty locked in a tower,” he kept his eyes to the streets, but yours could never leave him again. They didn’t want to, now that he was here in front of you, acting as if he never left. “But it feels . . . it feels like we’re in a fairy tale, sometimes, you know? And then I don’t hear from you for weeks, or you come home with a bullet lodged in your shoulder, and I can’t help but wonder, ‘What the actual hell am I doing?”

Jason looked at you then, expression closing off, bright blues steeled. “What are you doing?”

You don’t know, and you tell him that too.

But you were still here, and you hadn’t told him to leave. He knew that, and you could see him begin to remember, see him begin to let the tension ease up just enough to be casual.

He said nothing before he stole the breath from your lungs, just like he always does.

“’Death and love are yet contending for their prey.’” he quotes, and you allow yourself that small smile then, moving close enough to touch him, for him to touch you.

You wondered how long it would take, for him to start quoting a poet. Little did he know, you spent enough of his time away reading his favorites to feel closer to your anti-hero, and, well. At long last, two could play that game.

“’Though storms may break the primrose on it’s stalk, though frosts may blight the freshness of it’s bloom, yet spring’s awakening breath will woo the earth, to feed with kindliest dews it’s favorite flower, that blooms in mossy banks and darksome glens, lighting the green wood with it’s sunny smile.’”

Jason’s grip on the glass tightened; he had to look away, because – what the fuck.

Shelley always had a way with words, but hearing them spoken in your voice, so raw and practiced with that glint in your eye -

Oh.

The expression he wore now – it was the most real, the most wholeheartedly Jason, you had ever seen. He cleared his throat. “That’s not even the same poem.”

A quiet laugh fell obnoxious and graceless through your lips, and you couldn’t stop it.

“I’ll work on that one next time you leave me.”

Jason Todd pulled you into his arms then, hid his smile in your shoulder as you held him tight, and held him close.

[more-than-a-gentleman]

SaNami in Sai x Baby 5

You know... at first back in Dressrosa, I never thought for a second that there is anything connecting or resembles Sanji and Nami’s relationship in any way.

From their screentime nothing really stands out, but it all changed in chapter 877. Sai and Baby 5 are back in the cover stories. But you know what is crazy? The fact that Oda decided to construct their story with an interesting turn, and all of that happens after the “WEDDING CRASH”.

Oda is on to something... what are your intentions? What do you want to say?

We get introduced to a character called Ooklicia. Turns out she is Sai’s fiancee. She wanted to discuss the date of their wedding. But Sai had to tell her the harsh truth...

What we learn is the fact that Sai never loved his fiancee. He told her that now he is with Baby 5. She gets mad, but what we also learn later on that she too is not actually in love with him either. She had a husband club!!

Judge is the main reason behind Sanji’s suffering from the wedding, and here we see that the Old Man is one being blamed for this situation.

At the end of the Cover story, Sai and Baby 5 get married. A really interesting story and what makes it unbelievably intriguing is the TIMING. Why is Oda creating such a side story now?!

Because from what we know is happening in the current plotline, something EXTREMELY SIMILAR HAPPENED!

But of course, what happened in the main plot was not exactly the same, since nobody stole anyone... all she did was Take. Him. Back. It is just the same theme but with different twists and turns... also more lighthearted.

Here we have the stuck-up, high self-regarding fiancee. We saw their true colors as it turns out they were faking personality the whole time. Ooklicia never loved Sai, she wanted to marry him for her own selfish reasons. Pudding never loved Sanji, she was just following her Mom’s orders.

P.S. I forgot to mention the first time I posted this😅, one nice “possible” parallel between the two is the following:

Pudding told Sanji during the crash: “I have decieved countless people like this!”

Ooklicia’s comment on one of the cover pages: “I was going to make him my 26th husband”

Well... she didnt necessarly fool them (we dont know that really) but the number of husbands could be a reference to Pudding.

Note: THESE COMPARISONS ARE ALL BEFORE AND UNTIL THE WEDDING CRASH. BECAUSE THIS COVER STORY TAKES PLACE RIGHT AFTER IT. I know what happens with Pudding later on but that has got nothing to do with Sai and Baby 5’s story.

We have the groom who was put in an unfair situation, as Sanji never wanted to get married in the first place, and he never truly loved Pudding but got dragged into it by his family and got blackmailed as well. Sai never loved Ooklicia and from the looks if it his Old Man is one getting the blame (Look at Chapter 879), which leads us to believe that Sai too was put in an unfair situation.

We have the lady who saw the man suffer and struggle. The situation got out of hand and she can’t do anything about it at this point.

Baby 5 actually stole Sai from Ooklicia (even though there was no true love there) but the fact is Sai met Baby 5 after he was engaged. Nami however, knows Sanji waaaay before he got to meet his fiancee. So, for a cat burglar, she got what is hers back for once instead of stealing.

But what we know is...

Sai and Baby 5 reached a conclusion with a happy ending, they got married. Sanji and Nami however, I would dare say got half of a happy ending, since the story is still going on.

Who knows if we will get to see the other half...

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

When Words Fail ~ R.C.

A/n: great vibes for this is definitely “When Words Fail” from Shrek the Musical (YES I SAID THE MUSICAL DONT JUDGE ME) and “Nervous” by Shawn Mendes

Request: “...Randall has a crush on the reader and is trying to figure out how to tell her?” by non

Word Count: 1100+

MÁSTER LIST

"If you stare any longer without blinking your eyes are going to dry out and you'll go blind." The other two boys boys chuckled as Lilith spouted the tease. Randall looked over, scowling. She grinned. "What?"

"First of all, I'm not twelve I know that's bullshit. Second of all, why can't you make fun of me like a normal person?" Randall asked, rolling his eyes. He was never cross, so even this was rather light hearted. His slight annoyance did come through though, making Lilith scoff softly in amusement.

Jack shook his head. "Your staring was cute at first but now it's getting creepy. Why don't you just go over there and talk to her like a normal person?" He said the last words in a voice that was obvious put on to mock what Randall had said to Lilith.

Without looking way from his book as he compared what he was reading to the notes he'd taken, Hamish offered, "Usually ups your chance of getting a date when you actually talk to the person you've been drooling over for... how long now?" He finally lifted his eyes to look at Lilith for the time stamp.

Holding back a laugh, she answered. "Four months,  one week, and six days."

"Four and a half months," Hamish concluded. "Dude, grow a pair. You flirt with people all the time, this isn't any different. Just do it."

At that, Randall scowled. It wasn't something he ever did, scowl. He was usually a pretty positive, chill person. He adapted well and carried an air about him that was contagious in the best way. He was agreeable and light hearted and fun. Charismatic.

In that moment, Randall was none of those things though. "This is different." Then he got up and walked away, making the other three look at each other in shock.

Randall blew through casual flings and fun little flirtationships all the time. The way he reacted... it seemed Y/n meant more to Randall than they’d all thought.

Interesting.

-

"Hey Y/n!" One of her friends greeted. The name of the girl who'd been unknowingly holding Randall's attention nearing on five months now caught the dark haired boy's attention. Without thinking he stole a quick glance, as he always did when she walked into a room he was in. His breath was knocked out of him then, his hands tightening around his notebook. He wanted to be closer to her. Talk to her. Make her laugh. Be comfortable enough around her that he could touch her casually and she wouldn't think anything of it. He wanted her to be comfortable enough around him to call him on his bullshit and roll her eyes at him when he's being an idiot. Not many people did that. People always seemed to either ignore him, or decide that he was he was a battle not worth fighting. Or they put him on some pedestal and thought he was just all his good qualities and refused to acknowledge all his bad. Something told him she'd be different.

He'd never know though if he didn't just grow a pair of balls and talk to her!

Turns out, he had less time to do so than he thought.

"You know most people who stare at strangers at least are discreet about." To Randall's horror, when his vision focused again and his mind returned to the present and away from his thoughts, Y/n was standing in front of him. Her expression was unreadable, except for the distinct curve of her lips that formed a smirk. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she leaned against the wall next to the couch he sat on. Where he had been staring at her the entire time he'd been lost in thought. Randall studied her face but couldn't get anything. Was she amused? Irritated? Trying to put someone she saw as a creep in his place? "I would have dismissed it as you just being out of it because I tried to flag you down and you were totally zoned out. Except... my friends and I have caught you staring at me a lot."

Randall's face burned. "I'm... sorry. If I made you uncomfortable."

There was a second where Y/n paused, her eyes burning into Randall's. She searched him, as he had her before. Her looking seemed to be more fruitful though as she suddenly tilted her head, as if seeing something. "You could make it up to me with a coffee." Her expression finally softened, warmness spreading a smile taking place of her smirk from before. "Also my friends are about to ditch me to go hang out like the irresponsible idiots they are and I have test tomorrow that I super need a study partner for. You available?"

How convenient. It was like she was giving him an opening. Did she not know that he liked her? No that was impossible. The knowing look in her eye as she awaited his answer was to blatant. She was... encouraging him. He needed to think about this strategically. Be smooth. Make another step and test the waters and see how far she wanted him to go. "I like you."

Goddamnit Carpio.

Her laughter was as beautiful as her smile. Radiant. So much that he was far less upset about his blunder. "I think you're cute, but I'd like to get to know you first. Maybe we could do something after studying? Lunch or something?"

He stood, gathering his stuff. "Yeah." Slipping his bag on his shoulder, he stepped up to her. "What did you have in mind?” They began walking and after a second she looped her arm through his, thinking silently as they went. He was so lost in the way it felt when she touched him, he almost completely missed when she spoke next.

"You're not going to be like star struck the entire time are you? It's adorable honestly, but I would like to actually talk to you." Her smile was wider and he was feeling even more like an idiot.

"I'm sorry." He shook his head. "You're just really pretty and- listen I'm not usually like this. I'm usually pretty confident I think? I mean, things like this - it's usually easy for me. And now I'm here and I'm looking at you and you're looking back and I feel... lost."

It seemed Y/n's turn to be shy. "I'm flattered, really. And... I understand." She paused and he stayed quiet, unsure what to say next. Once again, she beat him to it. "I like you better like this. Guys who are cocky have nothing to lose." When he looked back at her, that was when he realized the scariest truth. He had so much to lose. So, so very much. But honestly... he didn't mind that much. Y/n was worth it.

[stardoopy]

Ok so I know you like the themis trio. How do you feel about Constance Courte?

milf

ok but i do actually have stuff to say about her

I think in terms of “victims you never meet but hear about”, shes one of the more underrated ones. Considering how everyone thought really highly of her and respected her, that's a good sign that she was a good person. I think in my head i imagine her similarly to Courtney, caring but stern. She seemed to care about all her students, even the ones she didn't teach.

I think in terms of how Themis is shaped, its interesting to see how she kind of lost control at some point. Seeing as she mentored Klavier and “shaped the way he thought about law” 7 years ago, Its interesting to think about how the idea of striving for the truth was lost with students she didnt directly teach in current times. It was like she was already losing the battle against Means, literally and in an idealogy sense. 

I stole this bit from the wiki, but the idea that she believed in trusting people so much that it ultimately is the reason she died is pretty interesting. Yet another thing i wish DD (and ace attorney in general) touched on was the idea of being too trusting being dangerous. I guess you sort of get that in Farewell my Turnabout, I just wish it could be brought up in more depth again This got a bit off the topic of Courte oops. I dont always like the idea of “This character is like a mother figure to everyone” but I feel like that would work with Courte. In the hypothetical situation that her murder didnt happen but Means was still arrested for... stuff, I think she would be able to form that mother / mentor bond with her students. You sort of see this with her close relationship with Juniper as her mentor and with Juniper as her assistant of sorts.

Robin mentions she had already come out to Courte sometime before she died, and seeing as Courte was the supervisor for the fine arts club, it would make sense that there was that strong level of trust. I think Courte definitely wanted the best for Robin, and probably urged her towards working with art more knowing that was her real passion. 

Hugh is a bit different for me. I think everyone in the faculty was already aware he was 25, and considering Courte was around when he was first enrolled (evidenced by being around for Klavier) she would’ve had to have known. I think she would've tried to reach out and help him, but Hugh had this mentality that he didn't need help (which was only further exploited as his grades were being manipulated). I think had 5-3 not happened, He would’ve eventually come to her for help once he figured out his grades were the result of bribery.

As for Myriam, I think that's another tough one. Considering Myriams in the judge course but STILL fell to Mean’s teachings, I don't think they would’ve had a strong connection. Myriam wasn't terribly happy that her script wasn't chosen, and still held that grudge against Courte. She probably would've gotten over it, but I don't think she would've developed a trusting relationship like the other 3.

TLDR; Constance Courte was a great teacher and could've made for a great motherly mentor figure to Themis gang. Dual Destinies why do you hate milfs.

[colorfulsiren]

Reasons why ml class salt is not justified (and reasons why it is)

1. Reason why it's not: While to the audience Lila's lies are immediately known as false, the class does not have the same information. This class has a famous model, the daughter of the mayor, a genius who designed an AI that could be akumatized, people who have met Prince Ali, was in Clara's music video, a reporter that interviewed Ladybug, someone who designs for Jagged Stone. When you're a bunch of naive 14 year olds surrounded with people who have connections like these Lila's lies become a lot less farfetched. Also who wants to call someone out on faking a disability when you may be wrong.

2. Reason why it is: Many of her lies are easily proven false. When she lied about the napkin poking Max's eyes out that's a major red flag that even these people should know to look into. Alya even runs a clearly popular blog but doesn't think to do what any reporter should do before posting something and get more than one source. This is either them being way too impulsive, stupid, or willfully ignorant.

3. Reason why its not: Marinette is not the most reliable source. She's been shown to get far too jealous and paranoid over Adrien, most of the times she let's him go arent witnessed by the class. She also overthinks most thing which is what the class is most likely happening. She's also clearly not always honest as shown when she badly lies to Alyas face in Oni Chan to follow Adrien while the class has no reason to think her worry in that situation was justified. And her excuses to run off during akuma battles isnt painting her in the most reliable light to them

4. Reason why it is: Marinette is Alya's best friend and the every day Ladybug yet they dont even look into her claims. While she may get jealous easily the fact that they dont even consider her telling the truth while automatically assuming Lila is is terrible. They dont have any faith in Marinette to at least check for proof in Lila's claim. The class has barely known Lila before they start taking her word as gospel and accepting that someone they knew for a while stole, pushed Lila, and cheated. And they make Marinette sit in the back without even consulting her. Also Alya asking her best friend for proof while Lila doesn't give her any is enough to justify salt fics that arent too salty.

I may follow this up with posts on Adrien salt (Is he a sexual harasser or is his slate clean), Busteir salt (should she be fired), Chloe salt (does she deserve a redemption), and others. None of this is meant to change how you feel on these characters it's just meant to show some arguments for both sides, feel free to discuss any of your own points. Try not to just hate on a character without reosning and dont harass people who salt on a character you enjoy. Also this isnt meant to judge you if you read or write salt fics because I myself read way too much alya, adrien, and class salt. Honestly the salt which we can all agree on here is the writers salt, because gosh do I hate how the show writers write characters so inconsistent and shitty. And Lila salt, screw her.

[bloodycassian]

Sea Dreams - Nessian fic

slight ACOSF spoilers, self harm/suicide mention - angst, longing 

Nesta is a snarling beast of a Fae. If Feyre thought she was bad as a mortal sister, her Fae tolerance and stamina - mixed with her already overdeveloped hard headedness -  made it a thousand times worse.

“Rhys will have no problem winowing you to whatever mountain you want if you’d like to kill yourself a bit faster” Feyre said cooly - practiced and tempered. She had gone over this before her sister had come to visit. Amren smiled smugly from the corner, sipping from her goblet of wine. The scent made Nesta’s mind flash to her favorite bars, the numbing memory of music vibrating under her feet and deafening her mind. 

Nesta’s stomach was fiery with rage - and wine. The combination was not friendly. The wine was filling her muscles as she tensed. How dare they speak of threats to her - to practice them as if to judge what would make the most impact. Killing herself? Was that really the best Amren came up with? “Sorry to disappoint, sister-” She spat the word. What kind pity party did Feyre think she was putting on here? “but I haven’t had my fill of disappointing you yet.” She turned and strode to the arched doorway. It slammed shut with a clap before she could reach the escape. Nesta closed her eyes and took a breath before facing her once friends again.

Amren was standing, arms at her sides, fists balled and eyes blazing with fury. “You’re not just a disappointment to your sister, girl-” Amren sneered at her, glowering even more at Nesta’s half drunk grin. Feyre held her head in her hands, likely wondering how to get her sister back. “You’re a-” Before she could finish with some kind of threat or insult, the door was shoved open abruptly. 

Cassian walked in on what looked like an almost fight. Nesta swayed but turned to look at him. Amren didnt take her eyes off Nesta. “I heard the door and-” He began to apologize for interrupting but it looked like it was needed. Cassian knew enough about Nesta’s drinking problem that it only ever ended in her passing out or drinking into the next day. 

His heart ached for her. Seeing her like this, especially with her doing it to herself of her own accord was maddening. The guilt rode him, kept him awake some nights just to make sure a barkeep didnt try anything with her. He watched over her most nights in the first month, but after Rhys had to wake him up by shouting in his mind he was ordered to stop and leave her be.

“She will work it out in her own time” Elain had promised Cassian after he collapsed on a couch in the river side manor one day. “The only thing she’s working out is our money, and quickly.” Amren muttered from the other side of the room. She was right, Nesta’s self destruction was nothing that she was fixing by going on a bender. 

Cassian snapped back to the present as Nesta turned and glanced at his face before looking down.

“It’s fine, Amren was about to suggest a wine to me anyway.” Nesta wobbled her way over to Cassian, leaving Amren’s arms reach. Feyre’s head snapped up and looked to Cassian’s gentle - sympathetic eyes. She gave him a nod towards Nesta as she slid by him, out the door. 

“Dont try to fight her while she’s drunk. It will only end up with her vomiting or punching.” Cassian offered his advice with a glum smile. It didnt help his feeling of hopelessness as he turned to follow Nesta. 

“So were you planning on sleeping on the Sidra bridge tonight or an alleyway a block away from your apartment again?” He challenged her once he caught up. She was nearly to the front door surprisingly. Feyre’s paintings flashed by him, tinted in blue with the glow of the moon shining in.

“I dont need your shit Cassian.” She said, her voice emotionless. She flung the door open, the cool night air brisk against Cassian’s face and wings. Winter was coming in quickly, and the chill off the mountains sweeping into Velaris reminded him of soaring high above the illyrian mountains. His wings flared slightly, ready for flight. 

The thought was gone in an instant as Nesta paused before the steps of the house, as if contemplating. Cold air always sobered him up too. “Seems like you need a lift though.” He said gently, offering her his hand. She debated silently to herself. Would this be considered weak if he had offered? She glanced between his eyes, and his outstretched hand. No mocking or lingering joke was to be found on his dark features. She let out a long breath and placed her hand in his. 

And she was gone. Her stomach left below her as Cassian hurled her into his arms and took off with her, the air biting into her skin. She was sure all of Velaris heard her short scream of surprise. Her hair whipped around her as Cass adjusted to begin flying - not towards her apartment...but towards the house of wind. “Where are you taking me?” She asked breathlessly. She could see the entire city from this high. The wending river a dark ribbon separating the town.

“You’ll see, just stay warm.” He winked at her. She begrudgingly tucked her arms inwards, her hands folding on her legs that he cradled more gently than she though he would be capable of, considering how warrior-god like he was most of the time. She glanced down yet again, the lights of Velaris quickly disappeared from view.

+

Cassian knew that there was no way that she was still warm, up this high and flying as fast as he was. He wanted to get to outlook as quickly as possible for a myriad of reasons. The main one being deciding that maybe falling from a height was better than drinking herself to death. But she seemed...content in his arms. He tried to pull her closer, to share some of his extra warmth but he could tell she was holding her teeth clamped shut to keep from chattering.

“We’re almost there.” He promised, nodding forward. He could smell the fresh salty mist before he could hear it, and the sound made him smile. The wind wasn’t so bad tonight, from what he could tell. His wings weren’t fighting against the normal hurricane like wind that the sea air brought in. 

Cassian set her down slowly, letting her acclimate to standing again. He told himself his lingering hand on her lower back was to make sure she wasn’t going to drunkenly stumble over the cliff they stood upon. 

She admired the small grassy area quickly, then her focus shifted to the sea. Her lips pursed and she looked to her feet, her eyebrows scrunching. They were surrounded with the sounds of the ocean crashing and the whisper of the grass around them swaying and that was it. He hoped it was enough. Knowing it wasn’t the same as some of her packed drinking venues with cards and live music, he doubted it would be for her. He craved her approval. He cleared his throat, tucking his wings in tight to his back. He was nervous, he realized. 

This place was sort of sacred to him. Bringing her here was… vulnerable. He was a warrior but put his heart out for her to mangle at every chance possible it seemed. Sometimes he didnt know why. 

Cassian could see her cheeks were flushed red. Either from the biting cold or embarrassment, he didnt know.  “This is better than the bridges in Velaris, I suppose.” She joked lightly, pulling her hair back and untangling a few knots. Without a thought Cassian took his hair tie out, offering it to her. 

“This will help… for when we fly back.” He nodded for her to take it. His hair was shorter, and a lot easier to untangle. He would hate for her to have to cut any of hers out because he kidnapped her here. He cursed himself for choosing now to bring her to this spot. He didnt know if she would ridicule him for having such a place for himself. 

She paused before taking it, eyeing him suspiciously. When she finally accepted his offer, Cassian’s heart leapt. Maybe even a miniscule action as this meant there was some hope for her. “I like to come here when Rhys and Az are being...too much sometimes. When everything is too much.” He said, looking out towards the rocky shore below them. The tall islands of rocks sticking out from the breaking waves shone like faint beacons among the black sea. 

She stared at him, in shock. Nesta’s gaze was piercing, boring into his eyes as if she suspected him of something. Cassian stared right back at her. “Do you come here a lot?” She asked, choosing her words carefully. 

“It depends what you would consider a lot. Not as often as you visit those bars, no.” If she wanted to test him he would do it back. 

She scowled, turning away from him to face the water. “If you brought me here to ridicule me, dont bother. My sisters are already taking care of it.” The truth of the words stung, but Nesta was used to the feeling. Knowing your own truth made you impervious to other people throwing it back at you. The waves far below them crashed against the rock. Or perhaps against eachother. The white peaks in the bay below churning and rising, pushing and pulling each other endlessly. 

Cassian stepped to her side, his feet silent on the soft grass under their feet. Despite his size and warrior title, he was stealthy when he wanted to be. “I brought you out here for.. Silence I suppose.” His eyes shone in the moonlight, full of hope. Burning, pleading hope for the one he stood next to. Nesta leaned into him slightly, unconsciously. She told herself it was the wine making her sway. “It seems like you’re never getting much of it lately. I didnt know where I was going really until we were halfway here.” He stole a sidelong glance at her, her face gave away nothing. That wall was up, and not going anywhere anytime soon. 

Anger burned hot in his chest. He wanted to shake her, to throttle her and scare her until she felt the same fear he felt for her. On her behalf. He stilled himself, breathing deeply. Then he let himself fall to to the ground, staring up at the unobscured stars. She could walk back for all he cared. He knew he was lying to himself. She was locked in place, determined not to give him the attention him laying down called for. 

The stars glinted brightly despite the strength of the moon this night. Not as good as a night with no moon, but still better than Velaris. Nesta shivered as the wind brought a splash of ocean mist up from the bay. She let her statuesque form move finally, the cold too much to bear. Slowly, as if she was unfreezing each muscle, she followed him down to the ground. 

And it nearly took her breath away. The sight of so many stars was… impossible. Was there some solar event going on? She found herself agape in awe at the tiny lights shining for them. Nesta briefly tried to think back on the last time she had even looked at the sky, not to mention now with her better Fae sight. Something in her chest caught and she feigned a cough. 

Cassian could have fallen asleep there, would have loved nothing more than to be able to with her. He didnt have a doubt she would wake him up if he did fall asleep. His hair tickled his face, and he brushed it back. The moon was beginning to could, sea air making the area foggier.

Nesta shivered beside him. “I should have brought a blanket, I apologize.” Cassian sat up on his elbows. And immediately was struck at the sight of silent tears rolling down Nesta’s cheeks. She was not shivering, her chest was holding in the sobs. Like an animal tearing at its cage. He didnt know if he should look away. 

“It’s fine. We can go.” She said quickly, her voice quivering. She sat up and wiped her face. “If you’d be so kind to take me back.” There it was, that beast inside fighting back again. He sighed, pushing his way up from the ground. 

Cassian felt his chest caving in. The sight of her gaunt, and still fighting him. “Nes-”

“I said we can go now.” She snapped, wrapping her arms around herself. 

He ground his teeth together, knowing that pushing her was not the best option. He should heed his own advice to Feyre and Amren. “Right this way.” He ground, holding his arms open for her.

She wrapped her arm around his neck and they both pretended not to notice Nesta’s silent tears as they left Cassian’s point above the sea. She told herself it was because of the wind. 

She nodded off at some point, a mix of the crying and the wine making her exhausted. Cassian’s warmth and gentle arms around her lulling her into a stupor of relaxation she hadn’t known for quite some time. Not since their family’s cabin. The nightmares since the Cauldron keeping her up nightly. Possibly not even as well as in their shared bed at the cabin, with hunger pains keeping her awake at night.

Cassian took his time bringing Nesta to her room in the house of wind. He cradled her head to his chest, the soft scent of her hair was one of the most relaxing smells he had ever encountered. Every door opened on his way to her bed. He laid the thick comforter over her limp body. Her gentle face turned angry once she left his arms. His chest ached again.

“It’s going to be okay, Nes. I promise.” slight pressure on her hair accompanied the words.

The actions were so faint in her it could have been a dream. Her first good dream in a long time.

[startwithbrooklyn]

THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / SEPTEMBER 12, 2019 // the kidnapping

okay yall heres this! see you in two weeks! 🥳

-ik george called everyone to help but i get such a thrill from people asking nancy for help bc they know she can do it. (its a real contest sometimes between nancy over-inserting herself into peoples business bc she thinks she knows better vs her actually being the one to call)

-maybe an interesting facet to nancys tendency to lack emotion comes from mystery solving- being able to stay calm and objective when people like george are frantic and anxious. think rationally. search for clues. follow logical footsteps. this is where her predicting human behavior scientifically and not socially prevails. you might think youre behaving rationally but it takes a cold clocked brain to really do it (the 'wall' that carson mentioned)**

-owen is so cute lmfaoooo

-once again bess's particular attention to detail wins the day

-they totally stole this sharpie + back of menu thing from victoria

-wonder what gomber asked for from simon

-chief has absolutely zero hesitation to sharing things with nancy now lmfaoooo

-"just dont slow me down" all im picturing is nancys face when carson says how bout a father juxtaposed with s2 ryan and carson stalking her and pretending to hide in their car when they got caught

-"commentary rescinded" lmfaoooo we all judge him for the weekend sweater vests but he is undoubtedly the most capable character on this show for taking care of a kid

-"your memory is relentlessly specific" would honestly hate to be raising that kid lmfaoooo no winning arguments here. thats probably why carson is the way he is though, soft, small, open and unguarded - no reason to start arguments. perfect calm happy family

-okay lbh. was karen a dick for snooping in nancys room y/n?

-nancys face when carson offers advice on the phone call lmaoooo

-**so now wonder if that "calm" carson mentions as a survival mechanism is manufactured. that would be an intereting parallel to s2 premiere when nancy confesses to the wraith that shes afraid. then with nancys constant conflict of wheter to engage with mysteries or not when they are such a part of her is brought to scintillating focus if we consider this cold clocked calm during panic is actually based in something painful and tragic, and the real truth is that nancy is too afraid to even solve mysteries anymore (afraid of what tho? herself? hurting others? her own mystery-solving ability?)

-carson still has his supernatural nope hat on

-her frustration with her "memory in pieces" become so much more interesting considering it as a control mechanism- nancy is obsessively in control of what shes thinking and feeling and executes that control firmly in pretext of solving mysteries - she controls and solves them, they dont control her. like cancer was "the mystery she couldnt solve" and she just spiraled from there. like in the first ep she says "it was more than just a hobby, it was part of who i was" past tense. shes trying to reclaim parts of her identity that she thought were unshakeable, like mysteries and who her parents are, yet these parts of her identity that she still picks up and engages with turn out to be destructive both to herself and those around her. does her ability to draw the line differ? like the mysteries are a comfort/lacking stillness to avoid dealing with emptiness: did mysteries always hurt her parents/friends/others when she was younger, and she just never noticed because their lives werent permanently damaged like nancys picking apart these secrets did?

-"superstitions and rituals are all part of human behavior, its not proof of something inhuman" -discuss 🧐

-this ep and that hug made me ship george/nick

-love this bess/owen bonding time 💙

-love the contrast between nancy rejecting nicks help to george with "my trucks outside" (THE TRUCK omg foreshdowinggggg)

-damn casting did a good job finding a creepy bitch to play moira (shes sooooo weak tho lmfaooo)

-wonder if mcginnis can sense anything when gombers arm starts to bleed

-"TED!" "...yeah?" 😰😴🤦🏼‍♀️😂

-wonder what a relief nicks help is to george when even her own mother cant help her

-love this branch swinging bit for nancy. one hit for every memory taken! reminds me of our good ole tazer ep. and loving these physical outbursts from nancy.

-carson saying "i'm here" just like he did on the bluffs 😭

-UNPOPULAR OPINION: "just out of curiosity..." and gomber indulges her! what an interesting weirdcreep nancy/gomber (+simon as an extension) for a what if scenario. "i can still smell him on you" 👀...something about the children who were chosen first as little girls that come back as grown women (like an addiction/cant stay away/been marked/curiosity)

-owen holding bess's coat for her 🥺

-"we can enter our homes justified tonight" nancy would love that.

-irony: asking where kate will be in heaven bc lucy never made it to heaven/stuck as a ghost in purgatory (and why nancy always feels so lost bc she cant find kate bc kate's not hers)

-nancys old notebook is the same blue just like her blue car 💙😚

-mcginnis reaches out to nancy physically during/after carsons handcuffing by karen but just barely makes contact- so physical after meeting with mcginnis/him saying "work together" and seance/ceremony - now that opposing forces of mcginnis' law and nancys ability to get results have mixed and "been resolved" - emotional conflict nullified which allows for more genuine emotion/"paternal" instinct of older man-younger woman dynamic to come through (ironic since her actual parent is getting carted away)

and lastly

-"tell them you didnt kill her!" karens look at carson when he doesnt/cant say anything speaks volumes.