#all these parallels and pictures and fire

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A few hours ago, Bilibili posted their new MV for the song "Until it Dies". It's worth your viewing ~

It is beautiful.

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ok on the topic of lando and tate songs… 2 hands x lando 🫣 i would totally love to see you write it AAAHHHHH

NEED A LITTLE LESS TALK, AND A LOT MORE TOUCH!

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SUMMARY: Lando fic inspired by Tate McRae’s 2 Hands!

WARNINGS: Suggestive, touch starved reader, slightly angsty w happy ending, Y/N usage, not proofread

FEATURING: Lando Norris x Ex!Reader

NOTE: I’ve never actually listened to Tate before the other request I got 😭 Her music is actually really good! But anyway this is request #32!

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username13 - She knows babes. She just doesn’t care

You hated parties, which is why you didn’t know exactly why you were here now. The house had been packed with dancing, sweaty bodies that cheered and shouted out lyrics to raunchy songs, and spilt their drinks stored in red solo cups all over the hard wood flooring. The lights were so bright, the voices were so loud, and the music was shaking you.

You could still hear it seeping out as you stood on the back deck, leaning against the railing. Fairy lights twinkled against the black blanket of the night sky, scattered with diamond-like stars, shimmering so softly. Laughter and rap songs echoed within the thin walls of whoever’s house it was— You couldn’t even remember— making it hard to focus.

For a moment, it got louder as you heard the sliding glass door swiftly open, and then a soft suction sound as it was shut once more. You froze up, blinking in surprise. You weren’t expecting company. Not when there was fun to be had elsewhere.

“You still do this,” That voice sent a shiver down your spine. You unconsciously squeezed your drink that had remained untouched throughout the night. The ice had fully melted by now, turning the red liquid into a soft pink color.

Lando settled in beside you, leaving a comfortable distance that you yearned to shut. He looked so good— So comfortable, like he was free from the shackles of your relationship. You looked away, out towards the view of the moon reflected on shifting waters backdropped with rolling hills. “Do what?” You could barely hear yourself.

“You leave parties to sulk outside by yourself, like the world’s too loud for you.” He looked directly at you, paralleling the way you avoided his entrancing eyes. A soft laugh left your lips as you looked down, your lips twitching into a half assed smile.

“Sometimes it is,” You replied, fidgeting with the ring on your right hand. “You’re still paying attention to me,” You pointed out as a rebuttal.

“It’s hard not to.” You didn’t know what to say to that, because his words felt uncomfortably intimate, just like they did when you were dating. It should have been fine, but he could never match such sweet words with his actions.

A silence washed over you two. He stared at you for what felt like hours before eventually looking away, and what used to be comfortable started to feel… Awkward. It was jagged, a silence coated in spikes that grew with every second.

“I didn’t think you’d show up.” He finally filled the quiet air, helping to drown out all the background noise. You were surprised nobody came to look for him yet; Lando was always the life of the party. You were told you usually killed it off.

“I wasn’t planning on it, originally.” You looked over to him, your eyes locked onto his. When he matched your gaze, he seemed to let his eyes wander, giving you a once over that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You found yourself swooning internally, and that made you feel ill simultaneously.

“You look nice.” You hummed as a reply. It seemed like silence was on the brink of taking over once more, but Lando was insistent on taking the wheel. “You always show up when I’m just starting to forget about you, and then I have to start over.”

“Well, sorry.” You said rather dramatically. You stood up, pushing yourself off the railing with a sigh. His gaze followed you, his body still hunched over to rest against it. “I should go.”

“Why?” He wasted no time in replying, brows just slightly furrowed. If you looked for too long, you could see his bottom lip jutted out in the softest of pouts— So you looked away.

“Because you’re hard to resist, but I know you can’t give me the love I want.” When you turned around, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, his fingers drifting away when your attention was redirected. You turned your head fast, shooting him a glare.

He met you with a determined expression, hands retracting back into his jacket’s pockets. “And what would that be?”

It was frustrating how he suddenly pretended to care, especially now that it didn’t matter. You reeled your hands back away from him, shaking it off as if you were shaking his touch away. You crossed your arms over your chest. “I told you I needed more. I told you I needed to feel wanted-”

“I did want you.” He cut you off with a firm expression, his lips drawn into a tight line. “I do want you.” Fuck, that stung a lot.

“Then why did it feel like I had to earn your touch?” His fists clenched in his pockets. You were so close, about a foot away, but you felt galaxies apart from him. It was like trying to push two positive ends of a magnet together— You kept slowly drifting away from him.

He watched the goosebumps appear along your arms, your hairs standing on end. Without a second thought, he began to shed his jacket. You recognized it, of course. It was the one you always stole. “I’m not wired the same as you, Y/N. I didn’t know that was something you needed.”

Your expression softened as he slowly reached around you, carefully draping his jacket over your shoulders. His hands lingered for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your skin against his. Your eyes drifted down, heart pounding in your chest. You hated this. You hated how bad you loved him.

“I did want to touch you.” He breathed out, his eyes drifting down to take you in like you were the most beautiful piece of art. “I just didn’t know you needed it to believe I loved you.” He appreciated the sight of you in his clothes. It was a familiar feeling.

Your throat burned, and your eyes filled with tears. Your shaky voice replied with a question, “And now?” He looked back up— He really looked at you, his expression matching the look of a man in love.

“I’d touch you every minute of our lives if it meant you’d give me a second chance.” He spoke sincerely, taking a small step forward.

You nearly melted, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. It was a moment of vulnerability, finally letting yourself give in. You should be allowed to be happy, and you should be allowed to have what you want.

You wanted him.

“You’re late,” You whispered as you shut your eyes, enjoying the warmth that radiated from him.

“Yeah,” He murmured. “But I’m here.” Finally, he cupped your face with two hands.

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The soft pitter patter of rain against your apartment roof began around halfway through the movie. Lando had insisted the two of you watch it, but you couldn’t tell what was going on. If someone asked you any questions about the plot, you’d have no clue how to respond.

Your head was resting on Lando’s lap, his shorts riding up just slightly to let you press your cheek against his thigh, the skin warm. His fingers were tangled in your hair, gently brushing through the strands in a way that nearly lulled you to sleep.

You rolled onto your back, looking up at him, only to find your boyfriend staring down at you already. That would explain why your skin felt so tingly— Someone had been peeping at you. With a teasing smile, you mused, “You’re not even watching.”

“Neither are you,” He pointed out.

“I’m not the one who was begging to watch this movie.” You closed your eyes, enjoying his fingers massaging your scalp. “Besides, I was trying to watch, but it’s hard with someone playing with my hair. You tryna hypnotize me or something?”

“Maybe I am,” He grinned. “Is it working?”

You opened your eyes, playfully rolling them before giving him a stern look. “Depends. What are you trying to make me do?”

“Stay right where you are,” He murmured, eyes looking down at you as if you hung the stars and the moon. You felt your heart flutter as he leaned down to gently kiss your jawline, leaving a trail of kisses there.

“Hmm,” You hummed, reaching up to cup his cheek with one hand, your thumb brushing over his jawline. “You’re getting better at this.”

He nosed at her hand, nudging her palm with a soft kiss that left her giggling. “I’ve had the best teacher,” He grabbed her palm gently, turning it over to kiss along her knuckles. “Could use some work with not snogging her students, though.”

You scoffed, “You’re lucky you’re cute, Norris.”

He feigned faux offense, pulling back to give you an awed expression. “Cute? Too bad. I was looking for devastatingly handsome. Or devilishly sexy.”

You pulled yourself up, situated in a spot on his lap with your thighs straddling his. It wasn’t inherently sexual, and neither of you made it out to be. “You are handsome, but when you look at me like that…” You brushed a curl away from his face, and his gaze softened so sweetly. “It’s cute.”

He leaned in, eyes slowly drifting shut as your lips met for a kiss. Slow, teasing, and yet so beautiful. You smirked against his lips, sinking against him while his hands found your thighs, his grip digging into you.

“You’re getting good at this,” You murmured between soft kisses. When you pulled away, he chased you for another before his eyes opened, staring at you in a way nobody ever had before.

He suddenly grinned. “I’ve had practice in my own imagination.”

You lightly smacked his chest. “Idiot.”

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Reader who always has Arthur’s picture in her locket necklace.

Clutching to it when Arthur disappeared.

You tell yourself this isn’t something he would do. That he still has enough of a man in him to not do a thing so cruel.

And if maybe he had died, then you will search for him through every crumble of soil and to the ends of the earth, locket by your chest.

So search you did, far and wide. Checked every post office. Tracked down traces of him.

It’s hardest when you ask around; opening your locket to them like baring your heart. The foolish thing that still beats for him day and night.

Months passed and you wonder if it’s better to be crazy. That maybe he had never existed at all. How did he just dissipate into nothing? Only leaving his face in this necklace and a yearning that is slowly killing you from the inside?

You’ve started to see him as this picture; black and white. Void of the blue that colored his eyes. Brazen hair rusting beyond the shade you remembered it to be. The places he once touched and had your skin set alight now cold. Maybe he’ll be forever frozen in time.

But just when your body felt like it’s been pulled completely taut, and your faith toppled on the edge of a cliff, you see him.

A ghost in vivid colors. Your name left his lips and it sent a chill down your spine. A ghost whose touch paralleled the warmth of a fire. Whose stare ignited a pace to your heart and brought you back to life.

You can feel him. Every scratch and every dent of his skin when he reached for your locket.

Where Arthur Morgan remained in your heart and is the reason behind its every beat. Where he has always and will forever reside in.

And you are reminded of this as he kissed you, a confirmation that he’s come home.

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Magnus is Alec's life and Alec is Magnus's death

One minor post to dive into this new theory I have. We know there are a lot of parallels and symmetries between malec: angel/demon, moon/sun, introvert/extrovert, silver/gold, etc Then I start thinking deeper into this tendency of their dynamic to push and pull each other, and come to this

1. Magnus is Alec's life

City of Bones

In the sense that Magnus has helped save Alec's life countless times, it was established in their small breadcrumbs in one of their earliest interaction, when he saved Alec from the demon poison. One can say this quite literally set the foundation of their relationship, as Alec asked Magnus out while visiting Magnus to say thank you for saving his life

City of Heavenly Fire

He also saved Alec again during the gang's journey to Edom, even though Magnus wasn't present. Alec's hallucination, caused by the demons, includes a lot of people, yet Magnus is the one who snaps him out of it, insisting that life is worth living more than fantasy.

The Red Scrolls of Magic

Magnus also brings life to Alec in a metaphorical sense, "breathing a new life" into him. Opening his eyes to new beauties, chances, and people, letting Alec know that yes, he is built for storybook moments too

Queen of Air and Darkness

Magnus is his biggest muse, inspiration. Magnus makes him strive every day to make the world a better place. Alec wants to be better for Magnus, for their family, he loves him so much, he will bend and break the narrative for the future in which Magnus can be happy

2. Alec is Magnus's death

The Red Scrolls of Magic

City of Heavenly Fire

City of Heavenly Fire

On many occasions, when Magnus has a near encounter with death, he remembers or thinks about Alec. Is it because somehow Magnus got the worst luck in existence and keeps kissing death every two months and stressing his friends and family out? Maybe. But this kind of proves Alec is present a lot during Magnus' perceived final hour

The Red Scrolls of Magic

Many times, people have told Magnus Alec will be "the death of him", referencing how his angelic blood and family will make him eventually choose his shadowhunter community above all else, and abandoning Magnus (not featured pictures, cause honestly there are like a lot). I kind of find it interesting how it ties up to Magnus's perception of himself, and eventually of Alec, like when he's kind of implying Alec should prioritize his life over Magnus's here

Magnus's letter to Alec

Death, of course, can translate to other things, not just a physical one. The death of one's old self, a transformation, aligning with how Magnus is describing Alec's presence in his life here

3. We Have to Talk About The Black and White Impermanence

The Lost Book of The White

For the sake of my argument, let's theorize White Impermanence as "life" and Black Impermanence as "death."

The Lost Book of The White

Alec eventually succeeds in his trial, and he is able to give "death" to Magnus. And we also know this is true because-

Queen of Air and Darkness

In Thule, Alec did kill Magnus after he turned into a demon. And after Alec's "life" is gone, he is gone too

The Lost Book of The White

I don't see people talk about this a lot, but from the way I interpret it, Magnus, too, has his own trial with the sword in The Lost Book of the White, and he passes it. He gives "mercy" to Alec, making Shiyun spares Alec's life. By submitting to Sammael, he literally gives "life" to Alec, while Alec brings "death" to him via death of the self, because Magnus's biggest fear is becoming a demon (stated he would rather be killed than that)

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Alright, as was meant to be a while ago...

Bowfire Royalty!

So as stated in their story (if you read it) they're inspired by Bowser in design and behavior as with a touch of the Ice King from adventure time in their story. The concept of this of this Y/N is from @brittle-doughie within this post.

As for designing, they're more of a fighter than most of their alternates, utilizing their fire powers in combat. Like I did for Heartbreaker!Y/N, I inverted their color of their clothes and they don't use their cloak to conceal themselves at all, they're open and upfront! also their horns are just from a headband.

These poses are taking parallels from the remastered Y/N as in their story I wanted to drive in the point that despite their new identity, the old them is still in this Y/N and I picture them slowly become a mix of the old and the new after their defeat, compassionate and a leader, aswell being confident and fierce.

So this one has a bit of a story behind it, before I published this Y/N's story, I got a DM from @revivedredeemermareu who gave me the idea of giving Y/N a flustered/embarrassed sprite, and I was like; oh wait I've done nervous and scared sprites but almost none of that so I done and did it, thanks Revive. ^-^

These 2 sprites are an homage to the Koopa King himself within his sprites in Mario & Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story, "sudden realisation" and "thinking about it".

There ya go! Bowfire!Y/N made.

I might post some more drabbles of this goober sometime later but for now...

See ya!

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wiege observations - part 2 (because of tumblr's 30 image limit)

part 1 here

anyway, where was I?

oh yeah,

SOME OF THE MOST DIABOLICAL HYUNALUKA PARALLELS BETWEEN THE PRESENT THEM AND THE PAST THEM.

something to note with the fifth and sixth image is that there's another person in the picture with them. in the fifth, there's hyunwoo's dead body and in the sixth, there's a resistance member. in the fifth, hyuna is standing still as luka runs towards her. in the sixth, they're both running towards each other.

edit: this user pointed out that hyuna's act of running toward him was not an act of affection, but an act of protection. she knew he was going to get shot. even till the end, he was still her weakness.

also, what does this stare imply? it looks like she's shocked, but how could she be shocked at the sight of luka when she's already seen him in round seven? my guess is that she's shocked that he's still running towards her, chasing her love, after all these years.

edit: as seen by this user's post, hyuna is shocked because she knows that luka was going to be shot if he moved any further. she moved to protect him. oh god.

JACOB CAMEO!!!

direct confirmation that hyuna was a competitor in the 49th season of alien stage. but given that this scene was right before this:

and this scene was at the beginning of the video:

we can infer that this was hyuna's performance outfit. something went wrong when she was performing, most likely, the resistance destroyed the building and inadvertently caused her to lose her leg. they then rescued her and gave her the prosthetic.

what does this mean. does the rocket indicate that there'll be a new beginning? will mizi (and ONLY MIZI, because I'm holding out hope that luka will die as well) get on a rocket and escape from the aliens to another world where there's no segyein oppression?

and I forgot to mention that hyuna died from friendly fire. that. there's something to be said about how she's worked so hard to run away from anakt, from the aliens' oppression, she built up the resistance, and now she dies by the resistance's hand because her one weakness is till luka.

anyway thanks for reading. I'm crying.

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walkin’ out the door with your bags - grayson hawthorne x reader - part 8

“can you see me? i’m waiting for the right time // i can’t read you but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine.”

summary: grayson comes over to talk things out in the dead of night, and to say you’re on edge is an understatement. wc: 1.3k a/n: the tiny parallels to part 2 somebody sedate me… how are we at part 8 already 😭😭💔 graysons pov next omf i cannot series masterlist — other parts

previously on part 7…

“**A blocked number wants to message you. Accept?**

— I’m sorry. .— I’ve made many mistakes in my life. I can’t let losing you be another. 

**Tap here to delete this message, and all previous conversation.** ”

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you weren’t sure why you responded after that. you should’ve left it alone, he had no problem with not talking to you before, so why should you?

why was he saying this stuff now? why the switch up when you had just gotten comfortable with him not being there anymore? 

*Grayson Hawthorne has been unblocked*

you

— ok  — we should probably talk — this is so stupid

you should’ve just kept him blocked, but you didn’t. of course you messaged him back. there was no other word to describe the new silence between you other than wrong. perhaps there was another: unbearable.

‘we should probably talk’ you said. it was short, direct, and, unfortunately, impossible for you to take back.

after you showered your grogginess off and got changed, all without waking gigi up, you went to the living room and sat down.

the lights were all off, so you turned on a low lamp that engulfed the whole room in a dim yellowish white hue. you fluffed up the pillows on your couch, changed their place, then changed their place again. 

you checked the time again: 2:43 am.

you went around the living room once more, moving framed pictures and ornaments and making sure everything looked right. a part of you wanted to be in control of something— just the way your house looked, because it felt like recently you had no control over anything. your emotions, your friendships, your life.

it was 2:50 now.

your leg bounced up and down as you waited for him to come over. he texted you and asked  if it was alright for him to come and see you, and you said sure.

you didn’t know what you expected, and you were half hoping for him to ghost you again so you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of your impulsive text. 

you looked around your living room, looking for something to fix or put into place as you waited anxiously. you noticed a candle you and gigi had lit hours earlier that you forgot to put out, still burning. 

you intended to blow it out, but then stomach dropped at the sound of the familiar knock— one that you had made up years and years ago. 

you forced your feet to the door, and when you opened it, grayson hawthorne stood there, every inch of him collected and unreadable, the way he always was. the only difference was that his hair looked slightly less neat than usual, like he had been running his hands through it.

his eyes flickered over your face for half a second, and then away. 

“are you sure this alright— me being here?” he asked, his voice hesitant. why was he acting like he wasn’t the one who put you guys in this position? 

you stepped aside wordlessly as you nodded, letting him in. you tucked your hair behind your ears, and he sat on the couch directly opposite you. 

you couldn’t tell if that was deliberate—  sitting on the seat furthest away from you. you felt your shoulders stiffen as you realized you were sitting on the couch he once kissed you on.

his hands weren’t fidgeting like yours, his leg wasn’t moving up and down, he gave the picture of looking perfectly fine.

you hated that about him— how you how he could look so composed, so detached, when you felt like your skin was on fire.

you crossed your arms, grounding yourself, and finally spoke.

“grayson, listen, i—“

“i should’ve never—“

your eyes met, and you realized you had both started at the same time.

grayson eyes went to floor. “apologies, you go first. you invited me here.”

“it’s okay, you can go.”

“i insist, please.” 

“okay then” your voice wavered, and you hated that too. 

“okay, so. we fought. it was bad. and, i don’t know about you, but i didn’t like it.” you said simply, adding a nervous chuckle, and grayson nodded slightly. 

you continued, “you know, i don’t want to be… on weird terms with you. because, at the end of the day, you are one of my best friends. i can’t do this weird halfway stuff.”

the words sat heavy in the room, heavier in your chest.

best friends.

you swallowed hard, not looking at him, and willing yourself not to choke on the phrase.

“and it would be a shame if we let one tiny mistake we made when we were tired and out of our minds ruin that.” you couldn’t even bring yourself to say the word kiss. you finally brought your eyes back up to his, and his gaze was stuck on you.

his face looked like it fell, and it looked like every movement in his body stopped for a moment.

he regained his composure, shifting slightly as his gaze resharpened, and you couldn’t tell if it was the word mistake or the forced steadiness in your tone that made his jaw tense.

his lips parted, like he was going to speak, then he shut them again. 

“a tiny mistake,” he finally echoed, his voice low, with the tiniest narrow in his eyes, that you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t spent so much time looking at them in the past.

you could hear your heart beating in your chest, and you scratched your arms in an up and down motion. “yeah.” you nodded.

maybe if you said it enough times, it would feel real— maybe if he believed it, you would, too.

“i don’t want to lose our friendship over something so… insignificant, when our friendship has lasted for so long.” you added— your voice softening.

there it was again, that flicker in his eyes. the slightest shift, gone before you could make any sense of it. 

is it bad that you wanted him to just feel a fraction of the hurt and confusion that he made you feel? even if you were hurting yourself in the process?

he exhaled slowly, running a hand over his jaw. “you’re right.”

you don’t know what you were expecting. 

a part of you you wanted him to believe you. but you also didn’t; you wanted him to argue, to tell you it wasn’t a mistake at all, to tell you you were wrong, but he didn’t. 

“it was one action,” he said, his words as precise as ever. “we shouldn’t let complicate things.”

“right.” you exhaled, nodding along like you weren’t coming apart. “exactly.”  

you were lying.  

you both were.  

the silence after was deafening. he shifted slightly again, and you forced yourself to look anywhere but at him. 

you could feel the tension coiled between you, taut and heavy, threatening to snap if either of you said the wrong thing—or maybe the right thing.  

“so,” he said eventually, bringing his eyes to meet yours. you noticed a slight furrow in his brows when he asked; “we’re alright, then?”  

“yeah.” your voice was soft, almost unrecognizable to your own ears. “we’re good.”  

what the hell were you even doing? 

he smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and for a second, you almost envied him for it. envied him for looking so rational, so unaffected, while you felt like you were standing in the middle of a wreckage only you could see.  

“i should go now,” he said, standing up and sliding his hands into his pockets. you looked closely— and there seemed to be something in it. some sort of paper? probably just cash, or a business card— that wouldn’t be unusual for grayson to be carrying around.  

“yeah,” you replied, your throat tightening as you both made your way to the door. “it’s getting late”  

you said your goodbyes, and he thanked you for the talk and sorting things out. he lingered at the door for a second longer, one of his hands staying in his pocket strangely. he gave you one last look, then left. 

as the door closed behind him, the weight in your chest only grew heavier.  

you walked over to the candle you forgot to blow out earlier— it was dangerous, keeping it alight for that long. 

thoughts swarmed your mind as you blew air over the flame and it disappeared. you sat back on the couch and let your head fall back. you’d resolved it. right? 

you were friends again. you’d drawn the line, made it clear.  

so why did it feel like you’d just lost something you never even fully had?  

part 9

a/n: the other way this was going to go was that they angrily confess and kiss… i picked this one though 😬 i hope you aren’t too disappointed HAHAHAH taglist: @x-liv25-jamieswife @wish-i-were-heather @thecircularlibrary @whatsamongus @littlemissmentallyunstable

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buck & christopher fics

i have had so many requests for fics with chris & buck or buckley-diaz family fics, so i am going to post some of my favourite fics with those two tags, starting with buck & christopher and then when i answer the request, i will add fics that are more specific to what the person is asking for, while linking the fic lists :) these are also buddie fics btw all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut). make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

christopher diaz has two dads okay (series) by: honestlydarkprincess "all my stories that include buck being christopher's other dad, because that's my shit" word count: 61k important tags: buck as chris' parent, buckley-diaz family feels whenever you call me, i'll be there by: ipretendtobesane "five times chris calls buck, and the one time buck calls chris" word count: 8.4k important tags: 5+1 things, tooth-rotting fluff never wanna let you go, know you make me feel alright by: alwaysou28 "four times buck's relationship with chris negatively affected his romantic relationship and one time it didn't." word count: 4.2k important tags: 4+1 things, buck as chris' parent, fluff, pre-relationship buddie i was made for you by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars "buck’s taking care of christopher while eddie is in texas when chris gets sick and has to get surgery." word count: 5.3k important tags: buck as chris' parent, protective!evan buckley, worried!evan buckley, sick!christopher diaz, team as family the wood marked for your fire by: hattalove "in which buck is used to wanting things he's not allowed to have; it's just that he never thought being a father would be one of them." word count: 10k important tags: buck as chris' parent, fluff rainbows have nothing to hide by: hattalove "how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways." word count: 3.7k important tags: christopher diaz is a national treasure, kermit memes, multimedia this postcard tells you where we've been by: daisies_and_briars "eddie finds a collection of postcards buck sent to chris over his summer in el paso." word count: 3.5k important tags: post season 7, soft and fluffy, multimedia i've seen a couple suns that set forever by: daisies_and_briars "freshly home from texas and faced with the prospect of his dad's feelings for buck, christopher's abandonment issues surface. a conversation with bobby, and realizing the parallels between buck's relationship with bobby, and his relationship with buck, gives chris the perspective he needs." word count: 7k important tags: found family, emotional hurt/comfort, teenager!christopher, post season 7 open our eyes and it's changing the view by: markofalover "christopher writes a poem and everything falls into place." word count: 3.3k important tags: buck is chris' parent, poetry, friends to lovers the parent trap by: abow123456 "evan buckley is 7 years old when his mother leaves him at a gas station, where he meets bobby nash. 20 years later, evan "buck" nash is a firefighter with the 118, when he meets 7 year old christopher diaz at a gas station, after his mother killed herself. he takes the boy in, just like his father did to him, and cares for him. but, when christophers father finally comes into the picture, how will things change?" word count: 53k important tags: buck as chris' parent, adoption, team as family, bobby and athena are buck's parents nothing left but you by: daisies_and_briars "in may of 2021, 25% of earth's population suddenly disappears. including eddie. in may of 2026, they all come back. eddie finds himself suddenly in the middle of a world he doesn't recognize, where the people he loves most have changed significantly." word count: 27k important tags: time skips, temporary character death, buck as chris' dad

[falsecookiewithinthepeople]

With your obsession of Belle, I would have think that you are trying to convince everyone to make a AU out of it!

OKAY FINE. FINE. I’LL DO IT. Maybe this will finally convince people to make more Beauty and the Beast AUs because I am LOSING my mind over the fact that no one is doing it right now. So here’s me, shouting into the void, flailing my hands, chucking prompts like cursed confetti, and TRYING TO FORCE YOU ALL TO CARE. There will be a part two once Hollysugar and Silentlily are released. UNTIL THEN. GET IN LOSERS, WE’RE DOING TRAGIC FAIRYTALES.

ShadowVanilla #1:

Look. Belle wears a gold/yellow gown. Adam (YES, the Beast has a NAME) wears a blue suit. IT’S FATE. It’s LITERALLY FATE. I am SHOCKED—no, offended—that there isn’t already an AU of this. Black Sapphire is obviously Lumière, Candy Apple is Cogsworth. Picture Black Sapphire singing Be Our Guest with ✨flair✨.

Pure Vanilla? Already a Disney princess. Shadow Milk? Already a beast with Issues™. It’s PERFECT. Dark Enchantress? Gaston. OBVIOUSLY. Maurice? It’s either Black Raisin (NO I’M NOT LETTING YOU FORGET ABOUT HER) or White Lily.

Now. Two scenes that NEED to be recreated or I will set something on fire:

That STAIRCASE SCENE. You know the one. Adam’s just standing there like a stunned golden retriever, blinking 400 times a second because BELLE IS PRETTY and Belle looks up at him like “Okay wait you’re kinda hot tho?”

The MIRROR SCENE. Belle: “I want to see my father.” Adam: gives her the mirror. She sees him sick and was like "Papa! Oh, no, he's sick, he may be dying! And he's all alone!". Adam, looking at the rose (or, idk, whatever emo thing you wanna use), is devastated but still LETS HER GO. AND SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH THAT HURTS HIM. ANGST! TRAGEDY! SACRIFICE! I AM UNWELL!!!!

WHY IS NO ONE DRAWING THIS??

BurningCheese #2:

Burning Spice is ALREADY the Beast. Anger issues? Check. Self-loathing? Check. Loud, hairy, suicidal? CHECK. Just slap the costume on him and it’s canon. The problem is Golden Cheese, because her personality is NOT Belle. Not even close. But whatever, that’s what AUs are for. Tweak it. Let her be soft! I don’t care! Just put her in the DRESS!!

Gaston? I got nothing without screwing up character integrity. But Maurice? Smoked Cheese. HE’S LITERALLY MET BURNING SPICE. CONNECTION = ESTABLISHED.

Now. Scenes I need recreated like I need air:

“Have dinner with me!” “No.” Adam gets MAD. Mrs. Potts is like “Try again sweetie.” So he goes, “Please?” Belle: “Still no.” Adam: “FINE. THEN GO AHEAD AND STARVE.”

The bird scene. The soft scene. Belle helps Beast feed birds. He’s clumsy and huge and terrifying and they all fly away But then she gently guides him and a bird eats from his palm.

Mysticcacao #3:

Okay. This one’s harder. Gotta use my delusions. BUT LISTEN. Dark Cacao in Belle’s peasant dress. Hair in a ponytail. YES. I’M SERIOUS. STAY WITH ME— Wha— DON'T LEAVE AND LISTEN!!

This ship fits the message more than the exact roles. “Inner beauty matters more than outer beauty.” YES. YESSS. Mystic Flour as Adam, but colder, more distant. Dark Cacao as Belle, but stoic and deadpan (which Belle kinda is already serious so BONUS POINTS).

Gaston? AFFOGATO. Because betrayal. Obviously. Maurice? Caramel Arrow because she was very loyal to Dark Cacao in the original.

AND I NEED THREE SCENES. YEAH THREE. DEAL WITH IT:

The “Something There” sequence.

The WOLF SCENE. Belle (Cacao) is in danger. Beast (Mystic) jumps in and gets wrecked.

The LIBRARY SCENE. Beast gives Belle an ENTIRE LIBRARY. AN ENTIRE LITERARY.

I’M NOT OKAY. I’M UNSTABLE. I’M DESPERATE. DO IT.

Anyway. If I don’t see at least one fanart of this… I’ll explode into a thousand glittery rage particles. Don’t test me.

Make the AUs. Do it for me. Do it for the narrative parallels. Do it for the FAN FICTION!!

[demie90s]

I love you lexi

My request: singer reader X Sydney colson

So reader is a bitch, like straight up bitch but people don't say nun because everything she drops is straight fire. (She's nice to her genuine fans tho) She has a resting bitch face, she hardly smiles, like pictures of reader smiling are so rare. So she goes to a game and Sydney(the face of the League) sees her and thinks she's fine so she leaves the bench (not like they gonna put her in) and goes to sit beside reader to flirt and then just when everyone thought reader would shut it down, she laughs, like full on laughter and every social media platform erupts, even Facebook 👀

🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽😝❤️‍🔥

You're doing good darling, keep working

Smile

Sydney Colson x fem!reader

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Summary: Your a certified hitmaker with a mean mug and zero tolerance for nonsense. You rarely smile, rarely speak, and somehow stays undefeated.

Warnings: Resting bitch face, celebrity chaos, flirty banter, social media reactions, unexpected softness

Word count: ~ 0.4k

Everybody got an image. Mine just happens to be real.

Resting bitch face? I invented it. I got a whole award show photo line-up where I look like I’m either plotting or pissed. I don’t smile. I don’t do interviews unless the lighting is right and my edge control is holding. I’m nice to fans ‘cause I’m not evil, but anything past that? Catch me later.

I been in the game since I was sixteen—penning hooks for your faves before I even knew how to parallel park. I write for me now. Been Grammy-nominated, platinum-certified, all that. Every song I drop? Fire. No misses. No skips. So no, I don’t need to smile for you to respect me.

I show up to a WNBA game for vibes. Hoodie zipped, shades on, a look that says “please don’t fucking talk to me” and still? Still I get photographed like I’m performing. Whatever.

I’m courtside. Hair laid, nails sharp, phone untouched, iced-out earrings swinging like I’m about to drop a diss track mid-timeout. My security posted up next to me, not because I’m in danger—but because I’m famous and mean.

And then here come Sydney Colson.

Not walking. Strutting.

Warmup shirt on. Ponytail bouncing. Raspy-ass laugh already escaping her throat even though nobody said shit. She ain’t playing tonight—probably wasn’t even thinking about playing—but she got the whole bench lit. I see her from across the court, clowning with her teammates, holding a Gatorade bottle like it’s a mic, doing a fake post-game interview while the huddle going on behind her.

And then, she locks eyes with me.

I don’t react. Keep my head still, eyes on the court, but I feel her look. That look women give when they about to ruin your whole routine just ‘cause they can.

She excuses herself from the bench like it’s a damn church pew and makes her way across the court. Crowd noise still going, play in motion, and here come this woman stomping like her Jordans got something to prove.

And she sits. Right. Next. To. Me.

Leans back. One arm behind me on the seat like we know each other. Pulls a lollipop out of her pocket like she been waiting all game to pull this shit. Unwraps it. Loud. Crunches it between her teeth and goes—

“So… you allergic to smiling, or is this a fashion thing?”

I turn my head just slightly. My eyes meet hers over the rim of my shades. Her mouth is already curled up in that dumb, sexy grin like she just said the slickest thing in the universe.

I blink slow. “Do you rehearse these lines in the mirror?”

“Nah,” she rasps, chewing like the lollipop talking back. “I get possessed by the spirit of chaos when I see a bad bitch.”

I hold my stare. She raises an eyebrow like she’s the one waiting on me to fold.

Then she adds, deadpan, “Your face look like you murdered your ex and the body still warm.”

I snort. I almost laugh. But I suck it back in, glance forward again.

“You always this bold?”

“Only when I got time. Which, conveniently, I do,” she says, biting the lollipop again. Loud as hell. “They not putting me in. I done brought lip gloss to the bench. This a red carpet appearance, not a game.”

She got me grinning inside. And that pisses me off.

“You talk too much.”

“I heard that from my high school math teacher. She also said I’d never amount to anything and now I got a blue check.”

“Everybody got one.”

“Not like mine, baby. Mine come with flavor.” She leans in like we about to kiss or fight. “What yours come with? Trauma and Grammys?”

And that’s when I bark-laugh.

Full body. Teeth showing. Shoulders shaking. Laughing like she tickled my soul and my knee at the same time.

And the whole crowd turns. Phones UP. Sideline cameras SWIVEL. I see the shockwave ripple like somebody just hit a half-court buzzer beater.

“IS SHE LAUGHING?!”

Someone in the row behind yells it. Then I hear another voice go “Nah that’s Sydney Colson. She got the power of the Lord and a mic.”

Even security’s laughing.

Sydney just sits there smug as hell. Satisfied. Smugger than a villain in a Disney Channel movie. Her legs crossed, arms out like she just hit a game-winner.

“I knew I had one in me,” she says. “You just needed to be handled by a professional.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I mutter, still wiping my eyes from laughing.

“And you’re fine. So here we are.”

⸻

By the time the buzzer sounds? My face is everywhere. Twitter. Instagram. Shade Room. SportsCenter. Even Facebook got the aunties talking.

“Did y’all see that rapper girl SMILE?”

“Sydney Colson got her giggling like they in high school.”

“Oh she in love. I can tell by the way her gums was showing.”

I get a text from my manager like: “Explain???”

I reply: “Blame Syd.”

⸻

Next game? I’m courtside again. Now, when Sydney walks over? I move my bag off the seat before she even asks.

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-Vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @zizi-bee-yapping @kaliblazin @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey

[i-only-ever-asked-questions]

Map of Soho Good Omens Season 2 - Part 1 (Location and general map)

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Update: Map now identifies Lucky Snake and the coffee shop listed in Aziraphale's clipboard may indeed be Give Me Coffee I think we all have wondered how the GO Soho looks like and where it would be in real London. So using all the screenshots, BTS pictures and videos I could find I did my best to map out where things are. It is not to scale but everything I could see is there. I originally had all the pictures and explanations in this post but soon it became obvious it was going to be too long and impractical so I had to split it in different posts and I hope I got it right. The map has five reference points (circle with two diverging lines); imagine the circle is you, standing in the set, and the lines are your viewpoint if you were taking a picture from there. The left side of Whickber Street (#1 and #2) is in Part 2, the intersecting street (#3 and #4) is in Part 3 and the right half of Whickber Street (#5) is in Part 4.

As to where the bookshop would be in real London. We know that Whickber Street is supposed to be Berwick Street so let's start there. The intersecting street is not obvious from the show. In this post Neil said he imagines the bookshop to be where Gosh! Comics is (Peter Street) while Michael Ralph and Douglas McKinnon probably put it at The Week (on Broadwick Street). Because it is ambiguous and really you can do whatever you want, I just left it as "intersecting street". We know from the book that Crowley takes Wardour Street after the bookshop fire. Wardour is behind Berwick so in our map it would be where the Chinese Buffet Restaurant is, considering they run more or less parallel. On the other side, we have the Windmill Theatre located on Great Windmill Street. From Berwick St. and Peter St. it takes three minutes to walk to the theatre, it is that close! (yes, I know, Crowley was conducting business two blocks from the bookshop while not talking to Aziraphale for 80 years). I have never been in that part of London so I used Google Maps streetview and based only on that, I like the corner of Berwick St. and Broadwick St. better. It has the crooked intersection but the proximity of the theatre matches Peter St. better, so whatever works better for you!

There is one place missing from the set map though: Brown's World of Carpets! It is nowhere to be found, we simply don't know where it is My very personal headcanon is that it is nothing but a desk inside the furniture store. I find that idea of the guy most worried about storefront looks being the one without a storefront very amusing, but don't mind me, it is just my very silly hc XD Now, we know Aziraphale has a list for the shops he needs to visit. And we know he wrote it in alphabetical order which begs the question: Where is the Dirty Donkey?! Are they not invited? And what about the fabric shop? And Bilton Scaggs? Battye and Palm? The News Agency? Is "Mo Coffee? No Coffee?" supposed to be Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death? Or is there another coffee shop somewhere? @crow-bee23 suggested it could be "Me Coffee" which it is entirely possible, the full name is kind of long. So many questions to ask Mr. Brown.

Anyway, I put pictures and details on the shops in parts 2, 3 and 4. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[opentanie]

I think the reason why SotR ultimately fails, and TBoSaS has less opponents (except for the crowd who would lynch you for enjoying Snow's character at all) is that the latter doesn't retcon anything from the original trilogy. It doesn't even recontextualize anything. It just adds flavor to certain scenes, but - strictly in terms of the books - not much. Specifically one, the conversation between them in Catching Fire, when he mocks her for Peeta seeing through her act. Because all other scenes now being used to show parallels between TBoSaS and the trilogy are movie-exclusive, although written with Collins' help, which indicated that she might have a vague idea of Snow's background at this point. I'm not saying that she already had Lucy Gray Baird in her mind back in 2012, but surely there was some idea brewing.

Still, TBoSaS doesn't change much. It never tries to convince you that, had he not met Lucy Gray, Snow would be a nice young lad, and not a cold-blooded dictator. If you don't lack media literacy, it also never tries to reframe Katniss-Snow conflict as him holding personal grudge first and foremost. Sejanus was literally invented to show the readers that Snow will eliminate anyone, who he perceives as a threat, and Katniss is a threat to his regime. Lucy Gray's existance and her memory surely added some personal bitterness, which might add new optics to Snow's personal torment of Katniss in Catching Fire, but the entire epilogue indicates that, while LGB will always be a thorn in Snow's side, he is perfectly capable of functioning and achieving success without thinking much about her every day.

Simply speaking, TBoSaS is like ketchup to the trilogy's fries. You can eat the fries without it, and they're still delicious, but ketchup adds something without taking anything.

SotR, on the other hand, serves you carrots instead of fries, and when you start to protest, it explains to you that you actually asked for carrots, that you had to read the menu wrong, because the menu says 'carrots', and what do you mean that there's a picture of fries next to the price? It's all some sort of the great potato propaganda. You were wrong for wanting fries. It was always a carrot, so eat it and shut up.

[tanoraqui]

obviously the Historical Figure Episode(TM) of Doctor Who that I’d write would of the Noted Author subset endemic to the RTD Era; it’d be called “Spiders in the Trenches” and be set in the middle of World War One ft. one Lt. John Tolkien.

idk if the main aliens are spiders or if they're just using giant robotic spiders as soldier-minions. Either way, Tolkien is a little too defensive when he says he's not afraid of spiders.

The alien invaders want some sort of shiny mcguffin, maybe as a power source for their ship? Or for a mega-weapon? We do not want them to get it, at any rate. Race to find the Shiny Power Jewel-Thing which has been lost somewhere in this like 20-mile radius of the Western Front.

When our heroes narrowly beat the spiders to the SPJT, Tolkien realizes that the spiders only ever attack at night because light hurts them somehow, so he holds the SPJT up as it flares and shouts, "Get back, foul creatures! Back into the shadows from whence you came!"

(They're from the dark side of a tidally locked planet, and made for extremely low-light conditions? The SPJT flares because it's controlled telepathically and it connected to Tolkien's mind when he touched it?)

Ideally Tolkien's first encounter with the Doctor is that he wakes up in the trench one day (after losing some men to a mysterious monster in the darkness a couple nights ago?), and there's 2 random strangers in weird clothes idly singing and playing an instrument which they stole from someone a couple bedrolls down. (This works well with Fifteen & Ruby's established inclination to music!)

We do need an Eowyn Moment, because that's iconic, but I'd split it: for dialogue, at one point the head boss evil alien boasts, "No human can defeat the Tenebrarachnid Empire!" and the Doctor replies, "Good thing they've got me, then."...

[I don't know if this is a Fifteen line yet. I know it's a very Eleven line]

...and there's a soldier in Tolkien's unit who is revealed to be secretly a woman! Who disguised herself as a man in order to enlist for ??? reasons, and who dramatically pulls off her hat to reveal her long hair.

The third notable local character is the sort who inspired Sam Gamgee, "...the English soldier, [like] the privates and batmen I knew in the 1914 war, and recognized as so far superior to myself.”

^those two can have a romantic subplot if it fits (comrades-in-arms is also extremely good). Tolkien, however, at some point shows Ruby the picture of his wife Edith which he carries at all times, she of the black hair and bright grey eyes, and is obviously ready to monologue about how wonderful she is.

In the same scene(?), Tolkien looks up at the stars and says their brightness shining afar, clear of all the horrors on the ground, is always a source of hope and strength to him.

Maybe also in the same scene? Tolkien is shown to make up stories for fun, or to read them in his little spare time - fairy tales and mythological epics. Maybe he tells them to the men around the fire, maybe he keeps a little notebook, maybe he just admits to daydreaming... When asked why, he paraphrases his quote from later life, " Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?"

At some point (Star-watching scene? when the Doctor inevitably has to explain that aliens exist? when they're all saying goodbye in the end?) there's a line drawing attention to the Doctor's parallels with Eärendil - eternally wandering figure of hope, sailing the stars in a ship with a light on top, not quite mortal...

Tolkien DEFINITELY tries to figure out the alien language, in writing or speech.

Something the aliens are doing is making people sick. Maybe the attacking robo-spiders are venomous, maybe there's a toxic byproduct of the alien ship, maybe it's a deliberate first assault of the planned invasion... By the end of the episode, Tolkien is very ill. The Doctor has figured out an antidote and given it, but Tolkien says goodbye to him and Ruby only to stumble to a medical outpost - from where, the Doctor explains to Ruby, he'll be sent home with this bad case of what's assumed to be trench fever. Between the fever and the brief psychic entanglement, and unentanglement, with the SPJT, he won't even remember most of this, and what he does remember, he'll put down to fever dreams amidst the horrors of war.

But he'll remember some things! He'll remember an eternal wanderer of the stars, unaging and undying and ever-hopeful, heralded by light (and a vworrrp vrorrrp noise).

[ven0moir]

Will's s5 arc as per the newer leaks

goddamn it. I was already theorizing that Will's actions are going to be subconsciously manipulated by Vecna, and these statements are very congruent with that idea.

this person also 'debunked' Bychance ( though the way i see bychance, it's not meant to be a long-term or endgame plotline where Will and him are portrayed all lovey-dovey, and this person being vague about 'some aspects' being right also kind of makes me raise by eyebrow. ) so for now, i'll carry on with bychance bc as is, it is what makes sense to me.

however, this aside, i'm not fully on board with trusting leakers whether i like what they're saying or not until i see the show with my own two eyes ( or official things such as teasers, trailers, etc ) because these CAN be inferred ( like i did ) if you have a decent understanding of the show.

in fact, upon a rewatch of S4EP4 i noticed some 'parallels' between Viktor Creel and Will--as in, both of them being The First Survivors of Vecna in their own right.

( adding my own quick drawing here bc i literally thought of this by the mention of 'snappy dialogue' in the leaks )

but let's say both this person and i are correct--then yeah, will is going to be in need of some type of coping mechanism, ( and the chances of it being unhealthy are high, since I REALLY doubt the show will picture him going to therapy and it actually helping him, or doing other stuff like meditation, journaling, etc. not to mention i don't think he'll be drawing this time like i explained in this post )

if he just pushes on putting this amount of weight onto himself without anyone intervening or even knowing how to help ( like the bit about the birds suggests ), he'll drive himself straight into vecna's arms. as a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure that's what Vecna is expecting. he won't have to move a muscle when it comes to Will, not really.

and i fucking HATE the goddamn implication of vecna needing will for something still bc the mental picture i get is really freaking violent and wish i could delete it from my subconscious. the leaker mentioned something with fire. and it can be fire or whatever it is but i get the feeling it has something to do with causing will extreme pain. ugh.

so a bychance arc ( or whoever, honestly. atp just give my boy SOMETHING to help alleviate the weight he's carrying ) feels fitting to me as some sort of 'training' for his self-worth and whatnot as he faces off against vecna.

its so frustrating knowing i have 0 control over my favorite character's destiny and it is stressing me out so bad i'm going to need therapy myself by the end of this. ugh

but still, im staying strong on my stance about bychance until the Actual Show comes out.

[otp-after-dark]

THT Season 6, 8 Episodes In: What We’ve Learned About Partnership, Love, Lies, and What Comes Next

Here we are — 8 episodes down, 2 to go. And if this season has proven anything, it’s that the cracks in every relationship are finally shattering open.

For June, Nick, and Luke, this season has been one long, brutal stripping away of all the pretenses they’ve been clinging to — about love, about loyalty, about what it means to survive. Now, as we head into the final episodes, it feels like everything is finally coming to a head.

If there’s one word for Nick this season, it’s unraveling.

For years, he’s kept his head down and his heart locked up. Doing whatever it took to survive — for June, for Nichole/Holly, for himself. He’s played Gilead’s game, worn the mask of a Commander, stood beside men he despises. But in Season 6, that mask is slipping.

In 6x03, he comes apart. “I loved you,” she said — and it nearly killed him. Because for Nick, it’s never been past tense. He doesn’t just love her — he’s still in love with her. Actively. Passionately.

And the weight of that — the years of holding back, of sacrificing his own soul just to keep her alive — finally cracks open in 6x06.

“You’re it. It’s always been you.”

But here’s the thing: June kissed him. She said yes. And she's confirmed that she does love him. But she said yes before she knew the whole truth.

Before she knew he’d killed for her. Before she knew he was capable of terrible things.

Now she has to decide: Can she still love him, knowing the full cost of what he’s done?

Nick lays it all out. The Guardians. The blood. The lies. He’s finally showing her the man he’s always been — the one who would do anything to keep her safe, even if it means staining his hands with blood.

“You never cared what I did when I helped you.” “I killed those two Guardians to protect you.” “You didn’t face it. And now you have to.”

For years, June held onto this idealized version of Nick — her protector, her soft place to land. But now he’s saying: I’m not just that. I’m also the man who killed a nineteen-year-old to keep you breathing.

And instead of looking at him and seeing the whole picture, June pulls back. Because it’s easier to judge him than to face what he’s really saying:

I did this for you. I bled for you. And I would do it again.

That’s the question as we head into the final two episodes: Can June forgive Nick? Can she love him as he is — not just as she wanted him to be?

Because that’s what Nick is asking for. Not just love. Not just Paris. But forgiveness.

He’s saying, I am not clean. I never was. But I still love you. Will you love me back?

Now, June has to decide: Can she love him, knowing the full truth? Because if she can’t, then the love she said yes to in 6x06 wasn’t real. It was a fantasy. A safe place. A lie.

But if she can? If she can look at Nick, the man who has done terrible things for her, and say, I love you anyway, then their love still has a chance.

And that’s where the Damon/Elena parallel comes in. I swear this arc is giving me all kinds of D/E vibes.

Damon spent years convincing himself that he was a monster. That he wasn’t good enough for Elena. That he was too dangerous, too reckless, too far gone.

And after everything they’d been through, when Damon finally looked back on the moment he knew they were meant to be, he said:

"I was all ready to go, and the door opens, and you jump in the car and say, 'We're in this together'... and you weren’t taking no for an answer. That was the moment I realized you were the perfect girl for me because you were just as crazy as I was."

That’s exactly what Nick is doing now. He’s asking June to jump in the car. To be his partner in chaos, in fire, in the life that isn’t safe or simple — but is real.

When June says, “You’re crazy,” she’s not just calling him reckless. She’s acknowledging that same fire in herself. He’s the one who will run with her — just like Damon did with Elena.

They’re both a little crazy. Both a little wild. Both willing to do whatever it takes to keep each other alive.

That’s why he says, “I know.” Because he knows she feels it too. And the only question left now is — will she get in the car? Metaphorically speaking.

I’ve put a lot of thought into different scenarios at play, and here’s my interpretation (or hope) for where this is all heading.

Because the Nick she kissed in 6x06 — the Nick who acknowledges he’s crazy —wasn’t asking her to come back to some fantasy.

Yes, Paris was a fantasy. But what he was really proposing wasn’t. He wasn’t asking her to play house or fit inside four walls.

He was asking her to run with him. To burn the world down together. To finally, truly, be partners.

And I swear that’s what this season has been building toward. Not Nick and June playing house. Not June pretending she can ever be the woman she was before.

But two people who have always been more dangerous together than they ever were apart. Two people who don’t just survive the fire — they become it.

Because Nick has always seen her clearly. The fighter. The wild one. The woman who would risk it all for the people she loves. And now he’s asking her to be that woman for him. Not the soft, safe version of herself. But the one who would run. The one who would burn. The one who would say yes.

And if she can’t love that man — the whole man —then she was never really in love with him at all.

And this is where I have to say it.

If the writers end this story by having June choose obligation over desire, duty over passion, or moral high ground over the man she truly wants —it would be the ultimate betrayal of her character.

Because from the very beginning, this story has been about reclaiming your body, your voice, your desires. It’s been about a woman who refused to be owned. A woman who refused to be controlled. A woman who fought to get back to herself — to own her choices, her sexuality, her fire.

If June can stand in front of Serena and say, “I will never let you own me again,” if she can take back her body, her life, her freedom — then how can she not take back her heart too?

How can she preach about finding your voice and then silence herself in the one place that’s supposed to be hers? How can she talk about freedom and then stay in a life that isn’t hers, with a man she doesn’t really want, because it’s safer or easier or more acceptable? And I'm sorry her ending solo would be such a cop out on this decision. If she can’t be brave enough to say, “I love you, I want you, all of you,” then what was the point of this entire story?

Because in the end, choosing Nick isn’t just about choosing a man. It’s about choosing herself. Her real self. The self she became in Gilead. The self she was always meant to be. The self that is wild and reckless and burning.

And that’s the woman Nick is in love with. The one who jumps in the car without hesitation and says, “We’re in this together.” The one who will never be owned again. Not by Gilead. Not by Luke. Not by anything but her own desire.

So, yeah. If she chooses anything less than that? Then she was never the June Osborne they told us she was.

[rebornofstars]

SEPFEMBER 2024 PROMPTS LIST

HERE WE ARE! AT LONG LAST! THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN (HOPEFULLY) WAITING FOR! GIRL MONTH!

I honestly can't believe this is actually happening. This event was a shower thought a few months ago.

Here's a recap of the event: to participate, make at least one fanwork of any variety during September that features a woman or women from the Zelda franchise as the main character/s. All Linksmeets are welcome in this challenge, as well as general LoZ fans!

Before I drop the prompts list for those who are looking for a little direction, I'd like to mention that I have made an AO3 COLLECTION FOR THIS EVENT. It's open and unmoderated so you can add your works to it freely. And if you post on tumblr, please tag #sepfember !! I'll be scrolling through the tag every day looking for things to reblog and gush about 👀

If you have any questions at all about this event, or you want to chat about it, my askbox is open! I will also respond to comments and reblogs of this post.

Now, onto the prompts. Disclaimer: you DON'T have to use all/any of these prompts, or only create things for certain characters on their featured day. This list is just a GUIDE for those who want it. If you have other plans, go with your heart!

At the end of the day, this is a celebration, and all that matters is that you have fun. I hope some of you will join me next month in giving our girls some time in the spotlight, but if you can't, that's okay! There's no pressure! This is just a passion project of mine, really, and I am overjoyed that people are interested 💛💛💛

(apologies in advance for the terrible quality of these pics and the equally terrible commentary. i thought it would be funny. also, i've never had to come up with a prompts list before and it shows.)

DAY 1: SKYWARD SWORD ZELDA + PURPOSE

(we start at the beginning of course 💛)

DAY 2: MARIN + WASH

(it was SO hard to find a screenshot of her that didn't have link in it. they're both cute but this ain't about him.)

DAY 3: MEDLI + GIFT

(i didn't know she played the harp until i saw this screenshot! i obviously have a lot to learn.)

DAY 4: TWILIGHT PRINCESS ZELDA + FREEZE

(how creepy does she look here?! so awesome)

DAY 5: HILDA + GHOST

(SUCH a good character for real. she has depth!!!! she has a thematic purpose!!!)

DAY 6: URBOSA + LOSE

(two words: LIGHTNING POWERS ⚡⚡⚡)

DAY 7: SPIRIT TRACKS ZELDA + MISTAKE

(babygirl you are 2 entire pixels.)

DAY 8: FI + ORDER

(oh she is everything to me)

DAY 9: MIDNA + SWORD

(she looks so soulful right now)

DAY 10: HYRULE WARRIORS ZELDA + SUMMON

(what a FIRE camera angle??? her armour is so impractically attached but SHE HAS A SWORD‼️)

DAY 11: GODDESSES OF HYRULE + EYES

(hylia, din, nayru, farore, the list goes on...)

DAY 12: ZORA PRINCESSES + TRUST

(mipha, ruto... poor suckers... it can't be fun, falling for link...)

DAY 13: OCARINA OF TIME ZELDA | SHEIK + FATE

(note: I personally hc this character as a trans man, but since this isn't explicitly confirmed in-game and might not be shared with everyone, I've given them a celebration day anyway. you are free to do what you wish.)

DAY 14: MALON + GUARD

(she is adorable. look at her)

DAY 15: IMPA + BOUND

(HOTTEST MOST SEXY MOST BADASS WOMAN IN THE FRANCHISE ‼️‼️‼️ I LOVE YOU IMPA YOU ARE PERFECT. SHUT UP I DEFINITELY DON'T PLAY FAVOURITES—)

DAY 16: FOUR SWORDS ADVENTURES ZELDA + PORTAL

(i loved her in the fsa manga. she's barely in it but STILL. go read it.)

DAY 17: FAIRIES + TIRED

(the great fairies, navi, ciela, tatl, proxi...)

DAY 18: TETRA + LEGACY

(isn't she KICKASS?!)

DAY 19: EPONA + BONE

(our lovely loyal girl 🥰)

DAY 20: A LINK BETWEEN WORLDS ZELDA + HOME

(SHE IS SUCH A GOOD PARALLEL TO HILDA PLEASSSSSE)

DAY 21: SARIA + WISH

(a classic character! isn't this picture so peaceful)

DAY 22: BOTW/AOC/TOTK ZELDA + PEACE

(SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME. SCREAMING CLAWING CRYING. MY DARLING, YOUR FANARTISTS WERE THE ONES TO DRAW ME INTO THE ZELDA FANDOM. I HOPE I CAN RETURN THE FAVOUR ONE DAY)

DAY 23: CIA + LANA + STUDY

(technically, she's one person. between the two of them they certainly only wear enough clothes for one person... )

DAY 24: ARYLL + HUG

(sister to the hero! but what's her story?)

DAY 25: ECHOES OF WISDOM ZELDA + ARREST

(YEAHHHHHHHHH GIRL MONTH GIRL DAY GIRL GAME!!!)

DAY 26: CD-i ZELDA + HOLIDAY

(hehheehehehe. i bet you weren't expecting her. neither was i tbh)

DAY 27: PURAH + FIRE

(SHE'S CLEVER! I LOVE CLEVER WOMEN!)

DAY 28: ILIA + ERUNE + MEND

(listen. i know erune is a very niche character - she literally only exists in the four swords manga - but consider. i love her)

DAY 29: ALTTP/OOS/OOA/LA ZELDA + MISSING

(she has no canon personality. you know what that means. get the building equipment out fellas)

DAY 30: LINKLE + FAREWELL

(and here we are - LAST DAY!)

THE END! YAY! I CAN'T WAIT FOR SEPTEMBER - CAN YOU?