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Declassified [12] - Pressure

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves, you are so amazing🩷 I hope you like this chapter as well! 🥰 And please let me know what you think! 🩷

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Having a high pressure job has its consequences.

Warnings: Explicit language, panic attacks.

Word Count: 4.9k

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The news of the breakup spread like wildfire.

To be honest, you hadn’t expected anything different. This had to be one of the rare times that Caleb hated being in PR because even you could tell that he was working way too hard.

And of course, your name had been brought up multiple times, but so far there wasn’t anything actually threatening thanks to Bucky and Hazel having attended the gala together right before they broke up.

“Mom, how did you know dad was the one?”

Your mother looked up from the bowl she was mixing the cake mixture in, then let out a laugh.

“What brought this on?”

“Just curious.” You dangled your legs from the high stool and sipped your coffee before putting the mug on the kitchen island. “Also, I would like to ask again, why are we in the kitchen? You don’t cook.”

“I’m baking.”

“You don’t bake either.”

“Well, one of the girls in my spiritual retreat said it would be a good bonding practice between mothers and daughters.”

You pulled your brows together.

“I guess today is good as any to start,” you murmured. “Fine, okay. We’re bonding, see? Tell me how you knew, other than the fact that he dazzled you with money.”

“Oh I didn’t care about the money.”

You tilted your head. “Uh, are you sure? I mean no offense obviously, but I always assumed money played a part. Safety and all that.”

“I did feel safe with him but that had nothing to do with the money.”

“So you were actually in love with him.”

“I was and I am.”

You made a face. “Oh come on, that I don’t buy. You can be honest, there’s no way you’re still in love with him.”

“Why not?”

You let out a laugh. “Because he’s evil?”

She rolled her eyes and started pouring the mixture into the cupcake tray. “He’s not evil, honey.”

“Well…” You cleared your throat. “I mean he has been bribing and extorting politicians for decades so that things work the way he wants them to work. That’s like, textbook bad. Disney movie bad.”

“Funny, I heard a lot of people say Bucky Barnes is a bad man, but you seem very eager to defend him.”

“That has nothing to do with—okay, let’s never ever put Bucky in the same category with dad ever again,” you said with a laugh. “It’s kind of like lumping The Night King and Jon Snow together.”

“I didn’t watch that show.”

“They’re like complete opposites.” You took another sip of your coffee. “Let me put it this way; Bucky would sacrifice his own life to save someone, dad would sacrifice the whole world to save himself.”

“And you, and me.”

You made a noise of disagreement.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you said. “You yes. Me, doubtful.”

“He does love you, you know.”

“No he doesn’t.” You shrugged your shoulders. “And I don’t mind, really.”

“He does,” your mother insisted. “It’s just that, you’re both very stubborn and don’t know how to communicate.”

“That and our political stances and our principles and our goals are very different.”

“So what?” she asked as if it was just trivial, and you scoffed a laugh.

“You seriously don’t mind what he does?” you asked. “All those people he hurt? All the corruption?”

“I’m not interested in what he does at work. I’m interested in what kind of a man he is with us, his family.”

You grimaced. “That’s not how it works, mom.”

“It’s how it works with me.”

You rubbed at your eyes, heaving a sigh. “I guess this just proves it.”

“Proves what?”

“I’ve always thought that…” you trailed off. “I’ve always thought you and him were just meant to be together, but I wasn’t supposed to be in the picture.”

“Never say that!” She gasped. “We love you!”

“That’s not it,” you said with a weak smile. “No, you guys make sense together, in some very weird and unhealthy way. But I don’t, you know what I mean?”

“That’s so not true,” she said, putting pieces of chocolate into the batter in the pan. “And as I’ve said, your father loves you and me. What he does at work doesn’t matter.”

“It actually does,” you said. “You might be able to pick and choose, but I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

“Is that why you broke up with Max?”

“That dickhead voted for the opposition.”

She turned to you. “Please tell me you didn’t break up with him over that.”

“See? It doesn’t matter to you,” you said. “But it matters to me. And hey, it’s a good thing I dumped him, apparently he was cheating on me anyway.”

Her jaw dropped and she reached out to squeeze your hand. “Aw I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I don’t care,” you said. “I mastered the art of detachment thanks to the revolving door of nannies you guys kept changing when I was little, so it’s okay.”

“Well, we just didn’t know who was the best for you.”

You bit at your lip to hold back your retort.

“How’s everything at work?” she asked. “Are those rumors still going on?”

“Well, to some extent but no picture or anything,” you said. “Just whispers.”

“And you like him?”

“Professionally, yes.”

Bullshit.

It was a good thing that your mother hardly ever spent time with you, she didn’t know how to read you.

The truth was that every day your feelings for Bucky were getting deeper. You knew that Hazel was right, you knew the risks but somehow, when you thought about him kissing you…

Your brain just refused to be logical.

Granted that didn’t mean you were going to throw all the caution to the wind, but you were wondering if something was wrong with you if that didn’t intimidate you as much as it was supposed to.

“A lot of my friends think he’s too handsome to be in politics.” Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “And they have a lot of questions.”

“About him?”

She hummed and walked to the oven to take a look at it. “Which button do I turn?”

You jumped from the stool to turn the button. “This one.”

“Aw thank you,” she said as she put the tray in, then closed it and turned to you. “So what’s he like?”

You took your seat again. “In politics?”

“In his daily life. Why did he and that girl break up?”

You cleared your throat. “Um, difference in opinions.”

“On what?”

“No idea, that’s what I’ve been told.”

She hummed, sitting down as well. “And you guys are close?”

“Professionally.”

“But you consider him a friend as well?” she asked. “I don’t know many people who are friends with their boss.”

“You don’t know many people with a boss.”

“Fair,” she admitted. “But that’s irrelevant. Tell me more about him, we’re all curious. Is he nice?”

“Oh absolutely.”

“To you? Even with all these rumors?”

You couldn’t help but smile, then nodded your head.

“He um…” you trailed off, biting your lip. “He’s amazing, mom. I know a lot of people think there are still traces of the Winter Soldier in him, but it’s not like that at all. He’s the sweetest, I’d trust him with my life. He even—”

You stopped yourself and your mother leaned in, curiosity shining in her eyes. “What?”

“He got Blinky back for me.”

She blinked a couple of times in confusion. “Who’s Blinky?”

Of course.

You hesitated for a second before you forced yourself to smile and shook your head.

“It’s not important,” you mumbled. “Anyways, enough about me, how was your retreat?”

The next day, you didn’t even have the time to go to lunch. You had to work on the draft Bucky had asked you to, and of course you had volunteered to go over the revisions Lucas had sent you just so that you could impress Congresswoman Gray, and your phone kept buzzing with emails every two minutes.

And for some reason, everything was louder today.

You took a deep breath, willing your heartbeat to calm down as you clenched and unclenched your hands, staring at the screen before you deleted the last line, and added a new one.

“Please don’t tell me we’re back to skipping lunch for work.”

Your fingers froze over the keyboard before you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky watching you, leaning against the doorframe.

“I had a protein bar and like two cups of red eye, I’m fine.”

His worried gaze raked over you, making your heartbeat even faster.

“I thought we had a deal.”

“I’ll eat when I’m done with this.” You nodded at the screen and he came to lean against your desk, making you bite back a smile.

“Birdie.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh at his teasing tone and looked up at him. “Hm?”

“Let’s have lunch.”

“You literally came back from lunch.”

“I can eat again.” He started tilting the screen of your laptop down but you batted his hand away, then fixed the screen again. “It’s a metabolism thing.”

“Super soldier metabolism?”

“Mm hm.”

“Good for you, I’m too busy,” you said. “I already spent enough time doing nothing with my mom yesterday when I was supposed to go over this, so…”

“You were with your mom?” he asked. “How did that go?”

“Dad wasn’t home so it was fine. Ish.”

“Fine-ish?”

“My mom doesn’t really know much about me but the parts she knows, she loves to dismiss,” you said. “They make a terrific couple with my dad, terrible parents though.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you said. “Without them, my old therapist wouldn’t have been able to buy her second Ferrari, so I guess it wasn’t a total disaster.”

“And you can tell me all about it while we’re having lunch.”

You turned to your laptop. “Take a powder, Barnes.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the clear confusion on his face but it turned into an amused smile, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“How did you…?”

“Hey, I could have an extensive vocabulary.” You grinned at him. “You don’t know my lexicon.”

“Right. Why do I feel like you googled 40s slang?”

“I once saw you google if lavender is edible, so how about we stop pointing fingers?” you asked and he shook his head vigorously.

“In my defense, Kelsey got me a lavender latte and insisted I had to try it.”

“And what did you think? Your assistant was trying to poison you?”

He shot you a look as if you were asking him a question with a very obvious answer. “It’s Kelsey.”

You thought for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Fair enough,” you said. “But come on, she—”

You stopped talking when your phone started buzzing, making both you and Bucky turn your glances to the screen, and you both frowned at the same time.

“He’s still calling you?” Bucky asked and held out his hand for you to give him the phone, but you shook your head.

“I’ll handle him,” you said and answered the phone. “Max, go fu—”

“Wait wait, don’t hang up,” he cut you off. “I swear, this will be very civil and you’re gonna want to listen to what I have to say.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back on your chair while Bucky kept his eyes on you.

“What?” you asked crossly and he took a deep breath.

“I saw that piece about you and Barnes.”

“I’m going to hang up now.”

“A journalist contacted me,” he said in a rush. “He wanted to know whether there was anything going on between you and him while we were still dating.”

Your stomach dropped, your eyes snapping up to Bucky before you gritted your teeth.

“And let me guess,” you said. “You told him you’d think about it and now you’re calling me to ask for something.”

“No actually,” he said. “I told him we broke up because I cheated on you, because you put your career over our relationship, the very same career you wouldn’t risk for anyone much less your boss.”

You pulled back slightly. “…What?”

“I gathered ambitious bitch sounded better than greedy slut. Not that you’re either of those but you know, the guy was an asshole.”

You let out a surprised laugh.

“You’re telling me you had the perfect opportunity to fuck with me and you didn’t take it?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re not asking for anything in return?”

“No, I just wanted to let you know,” he said. “If they called me, it means they’re working on a piece.”

You frowned, drumming your fingernails on the desk.

“And why would you do this without asking for anything in return?”

He fell quiet for a moment, then cleared his throat.

“Tessa said she’d leave me if I didn’t go to therapy,” he said. “And my therapist made me realize it wasn’t cool, what I did. What with keeping Blinky and stuff.”

“By ‘stuff’ you mean cheating on me, or the ultimatum or going behind my back at voting?” you asked and he took a deep breath.

“Yeah. Sorry about all that.”

As much as you wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, you figured this was at least just a little progress.

Very little, but either way.

“Well, what do you know?” you muttered. “I mean you’re still an asshole, that goes without saying but I appreciate the heads up.”

“My therapist says I have um… he says I am scared of emotional intimacy. That’s why I cheated on you, he says.”

“Yeah Max, because he can’t say you’re an asshole. You’re paying him.”

“I guess.” He snorted a laugh. “How’s DC?”

“Full of people who’d love to step on your back for their own gain. I haven’t slept in two days.”

Bucky shot you a disapproving look but you waved a hand in the air.

“So you’re having the time of your life?”

“Something like that.”

“That’s good—” He started but you heard another voice coming from the other line, probably his assistant. “I uh, sorry, I gotta go. Work thing.”

“I gathered,” you replied. “It’s almost five minutes.”

“…Yeah, that wasn’t cool either,” he said. “Also sorry about that.”

“Listen, how about I send you a list of things you should be sorry for and we can get all of them out the way?”

He let out a chuckle. “That’d make therapy so much easier. Can I call or email you to apologize then?”

“Call me and I’ll see if I’m in the forgiving mood,” you said and hung up, then looked up at Bucky.

“So, great news,” you said. “A journalist asked Max if you and I had an affair while I was with him, but he said no.”

“And he didn’t ask for anything in return?”

“He’s doing therapy, as it turns out,” you said. “My belief in psychology has been renewed because honestly, if they can make Max apologize…”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a smile and you bounced your leg, biting inside your cheek.

“We need to find who this journalist is.”

“I will.” His voice was completely calm. “And I’ll take care of it.”

“You can’t threaten him.”

“If he didn’t want me to threaten him, he shouldn’t have dragged you into whatever nonsense he’s working on,” he said, making your heart skip a beat. “That’s just not how it works.”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “I thought I was the one protecting you.”

He winked at you. “It’s a two-way street.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as he turned his head to look at the approaching footsteps before Caleb appeared at the door and let out a groan.

“I’m like two seconds away from assigning a chaperone to you like we’re in Georgian era,” he said. “Bucky, you might be familiar with that.”

“Wrong century, Caleb.”

“Well, how about we don’t start another fire when I’ve just extinguished the other one?”

You held up your hands and turned your attention to the screen, your cheeks burning and Bucky heaved a sigh, then pushed himself off the desk.

“Make her eat something.”

“I will but did you have the chance to think about what I said?”

You looked between them. “What did you say?”

“Caleb thinks we all should have a barbeque at my new place,” Bucky said. “Something something PR.”

“It would show you’re still relatable and that you’re doing fine after the breakup.”

“That’s not a terrible idea,” you mused. “I haven’t been to your new place yet, and I missed Alpine.”

“And the team would love it,” Caleb added and Bucky’s gaze stopped on you as if he was torn between ideas, then cleared his throat.

“Yeah, whatever,” he told Caleb who pumped his fist in the air in victory. “Just let me know when.”

“Will do!”

“And I’m not locking Alpine in the room,” he said as he walked into his office. “She gives me an attitude for days when I do that.”

Caleb approached you to plop down on the chair next to your desk.

“Thanks for convincing him.”

“I barely said anything.”

“Well, I’ve been begging him for a week and one word from you…” he trailed off and you shook your head, then turned to him.

“Caleb.”

“Hm?”

“There’s something you need to know as Bucky’s communications director.”

His grin wiped off his face in a second. “What?”

“There’s a journalist,” you said. “And apparently he’s been asking questions about me and Bucky.”

Caleb ran a hand over his face, cussing under his breath.

“Of course,” he said and pulled out his phone. “It was getting a bit too peaceful today, so why not? Be right back.”

You watched him walk out of the office and pressed your hands on your eyes before you dropped them, straightening your back.

“It’s fine,” you murmured to yourself as you turned your attention back to the screen. “It’s totally fine.”

As your anxiety would show you; it was not, in fact, fine.

You had spent the whole day working, and now almost everyone had left but Kelsey and Bucky, both of whom were in a meeting with Congressman Murray.

And you. Working overtime.

It was already dark out, and the only thing illuminating the office was your laptop screen. You could feel the migraine slowly making its way to your temples. For the whole day, your chest hadn’t stopped feeling tight, like you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs especially after Max had told you about the journalist. In addition to all that, the work you had to cover was getting bigger and bigger, you still had one hundred pages to go over, and to make the necessary edits.

In other news, you might have bitten more than you could chew.

You typed away at the keyboard, forcing yourself to hum a melody in hopes of calming yourself down before you got up from your chair to make your way to Bucky’s office. You grabbed the file from his desk and went back to your desk, but before you could sit down, your phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up.

From: Dad

We need to talk about the journalist.

And just like that, your line of sight grew narrow, darkness swallowing everything else other than the phone.

To your terror, you could feel the familiar tingling spreading over your face as your throat tightened, the breath you were taking getting stuck there. A fire burned through your chest, twisting your heart harder and harder while it tried to escape from your ribcage. You could feel your whole body beginning to shake, the floor getting wobbly underneath your feet like quicksand as you took a step back, grasping at your throat with one hand.

You’re not dying.

It’s a panic attack, you’re not dying.

Except that you were sinking.

You held onto the desk with one hand and managed to crouch down to sit on the floor as the room started spinning, your heart pounding in your ears. Nausea crashed down on you while you tried to get enough air in your lungs, your other hand balling up into fist tight enough to cramp.

You’re not dying.

You couldn’t even tell if it was tears or cold sweat running down your face; it was probably both. Your hand on your throat slipped down to your chest to press on it in hopes of soothing the pain there while you forced yourself to take another breath.

You’re not dying.

You see a laptop, you see a chair, you see a—

You hadn’t even heard Bucky stepping into the office before he rushed to you, his hands grasping your upper arms, almost frantically checking you for injuries like he wanted to see if you were bleeding.

“Birdie?”

“Not dying,” you managed to gasp out. “Panic attack.”

That made him stop only for a moment, a look of absolute relief crossing his face and he let out a breath.

“Okay,” he said. “You’re breathing very fast right now, can you breathe with me?”

You nodded your head, taking a shaky breath at the same time as him, then exhaled. For almost a minute, you followed his lead and once you weren’t breathing as fast, he gave you a small smile.

“There you go,” he said. “Five things you can see?”

That made your eyes snap to his as you took another breath. “How do you—?”

“Five things,” he said and you exhaled.

“Laptop,” you rasped out. “Chair. Papers. Desk. My fox figure on my desk.”

“Four things you can hear.”

You tried to focus, pulling your brows together.

“Your voice,” you said. “Footsteps from the hallway. AC. Um…”

“One more.”

“The laptop running,” you said, pressing your palm on the floor. “And three things I can feel are…the marble floor, and sweat dripping down the back of my neck, which is fucking disgusting—”

“Birdie, focus.”

“And um, the wind. From the AC.”

“And two things you can—”

“Smell. Your cologne and paper. I just printed a bunch of stuff.”

“And one thing you can taste?”

“Blood. I bit my tongue too hard.”

His eyes searched your face and you let out another shaky breath, exhaustion creeping up on you as you leaned your head back to the wall. Bucky hesitated for a second before he sat beside you, leaning back against the wall.

“How do you know grounding techniques?” you asked after a pause and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Mandatory therapy.”

“Ah,” you said, fixing your eyes on the ceiling. “Interesting.”

“And I’m guessing this is not your first panic attack?” he asked, making you scoff a laugh.

“Nope,” you said. “Been having them since I was like twelve.”

Bucky’s brows pulled into a frown. “Twelve?”

“Yup,” you said. “As it turns out, if you put too much pressure on a kid and yell at them whenever they didn’t meet the expectations, their brain gets messed up. Who would’ve known?”

“I’m going to kill your father.”

“You can’t,” you said. “If he’s dead, who’s gonna go around crossroads to make deals for people’s souls?”

“Birdie.”

“I’m fine,” you said even if your arms felt way too heavy when you raised your hand to wipe the sweat off your forehead. “This happens, no big deal.”

“How often?”

“Not regular,” you said. “Sometimes. But let me tell you, I would not last a day back in the 1940s. I saw those documentaries, my husband would send me off to an asylum and they’d try to lobotomize—”

“I’m giving you time off.”

“Tough shit, I’m not taking it.”

He gave you a look. “I’ll change the locks to the office.”

“I’ll work in the hallway.”

He ran a hand over his face as if he was straining his mind to come up with a solution and you wiggled your brows despite exhaustion.

“Sorry. I guess you shouldn’t have hired me, huh?”

“If I hadn’t hired you, neither of us would be here,” he said and thought for a moment. “Well, I wouldn’t be, at least. You would have probably made someone else win so you’d be here.”

“I wouldn’t have worked for someone else,” you murmured and he licked his lips.

“Please take some time off.”

“Nope.”

“You either take some time off, or I’m hiring someone to help you out with the workload.”

Your eyes widened. “Bucky, no.”

“Bucky yes.”

“I don’t trust anyone else with what I do,” you said. “They’re gonna miss something, some detail and then I’ll have to go over what they did anyway.”

“Either vacation, or this,” he said, his voice signaling this was not open to discussion. “You’re not leaving me with many options here.”

“There is an option!” you exclaimed. “The system we have works.”

“It obviously doesn’t if you haven’t slept in two days and the workload is triggering a panic attack.”

“It didn’t though!” you insisted. “It’s a coincidence, not a chain of events.”

“I’m not risking it.”

You huffed out, slipping a little on the floor and crossing your arms while Bucky’s lips twitched into a fond smile.

“You’re pouting.”

“I’m not pouting, I’m contemplating,” you corrected him and gritted your teeth, then rolled your eyes. “Fine. I’ll give the okay though, whoever you hire. I need to make sure they can handle this whole thing.”

“Didn’t think otherwise.”

You let out a noise of displeasure, exhaustion still heavy on your whole body and you leaned your head on his shoulder with a tired sigh. He dipped his head to nuzzle into your hair, making your stomach do a happy flip and you played with the bracelet around your wrist.

“Bucky?”

He hummed into your hair.

“How did it go with Murray?”

He raised his lips from your hair so that you could hear him; “We’re not talking about work right now.”

“But—”

“Nope.”

“Fine,” you said with a pout. “How are you handling the breakup?”

That made him fall quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I’m fine.”

You lifted your head and sat up straighter to look up at him better.

“Are you?” you insisted. “For real? Because I wouldn’t blame you if you weren’t. I mean no offense but Hazel is kind of perfect.”

“She is,” Bucky said immediately. “She really is, but I don’t think—uh, I don’t think I was the right person for her.

Your heart sped up again but this time instead of dread, all you could feel was excitement rushing through your veins.

“…Oh,” you managed to say. “Why not?”

That made him fall quiet for a moment, his gaze slipping down to your lips before it snapped up to your eyes again. You couldn’t help but notice his throat bobbed nervously, and he took a deep breath as if he was trying to gather up courage.

Which was insane.

You had seen him throw himself in danger over and over again without so much as a second of hesitation.

“Because,” he started, his voice soft, “Birdie, I—”

“Hello?” Kelsey’s voice carried out from the doorway, snapping both of you out of your daze. “Guys?”

You loved Kelsey but you could swear that the urge to scream at her was way too strong.

Bucky closed his eyes for a moment as if he shared the sentiment, then opened them again, his jaw tightening. You sat up straighter and raised your hand from beside the desk.

“Over here, Kels.”

“What the fuck are you two doing on the floor?” Kelsey asked as she made her way to you and you exchanged glances, then turned to her.

“I…we—uh—”

“I think better when I’m sitting on the floor,” Bucky cut you off and Kelsey tilted her head.

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s a habit from the 1940s.”

Kelsey looked from him to you while Bucky stood up, then offered his hand for you to take it, a warmth spreading from your hand to your arm. You were still exhausted, but you looked up at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. Bucky squeezed your hand in an assuring manner, and you turned to Kelsey.

“Are we going home?”

“Sure, let’s.”

“Call me when you get home?” Bucky murmured and you nodded your head, giving him a small smile, then grabbed your purse off the desk and followed Kelsey out of the office.

“Please don’t tell me you two were having sex on the office floor.”

You let out a laugh, then shook your head.

“We were talking about his ex,” you said and cracked your neck, making a face. “And oh, before I forget, Caleb says we’ll have a barbeque at Bucky’s place this Saturday.”

“At Bucky’s place?” she asked. “All of us?”

“Mm hm, the whole team and I think Sam and Sarah will come too.”

Kelsey grinned at you.

“Just let me know if you happen to find yourself in his bedroom and need me to distract others,” she joked. “During the house tour, that is.”

You pushed at her arm gently.

“There’s gonna be people there,” you reminded her. “Lots of people. Hypothetically, even if Bucky liked me like that—”

“Did they raise you in a convent?”

“That would still be impossible,” you said as if she didn’t interrupt you. “Which by the way, he doesn’t.”

“Uh huh.”

“I don’t even think he finds me hot, to be honest with you,” you said. “It’s like Hazel said. He entertains my crush, that’s it.”

Kelsey threw her head back.

“You are so oblivious,” she groaned. “This barbecue—”

“Will be just a barbecue,” you said. “Some PR thing, that’s it. I assure you.”

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BUNNY IGLESIAS is casually strolling in the hotel grounds, holding his phone screen with your face shining brightly, even if it was getting late, he would never miss a chance to talk with his angel.

You're saying something, another piece of gossip or drama, teasing him while wearing his jersey again. He doesn't have much to say; he just wanted to see you before you go to sleep, since he's in a different time zone, a few hours behind, due to traveling for a Champions League match.

"They were caught during lunch, in his car, eventually someone took a photo of them…” You were in the middle of telling him about the new drama from work because he's the only one you can talk to about it. Why does he have to be so far away? Not that he won't be back in two days, but that's way too long. "And then his wife came and we were all in shock because she slapped him and it echoed throughout the office—”

“BUNNY~!” The boy flinches like someone smacked him with a boiling-hot seafood paella, shells and all. You freeze on screen, knowing he was outside walking alone, but neither of you expected anyone to talk to him.

“You little gloomy loverboy, what are you doing so late?”

Here comes Lavinho, in all his chaotic glory and full dramatic uncle energy, with arms wide, sunglasses on his head, dancing up the sidewalk like he’s in a music video. He claps a hand on Bunny’s shoulder and beams at his phone screen. “Who’s this? Awww, look at her!” he coos. “Are you the one he called mi vida y mi corazon?”

Bunny looks like he wants to die. “He is lying, I didn’t say that.”

“Sí, sí, he said it. Swear on my career,” Lavinho declares proudly, planting a dramatic hand on his chest. “That reminds me he once asked me for dating advice on how to make a woman happy. So romantic, no?”

You’re absolutely fangirling on the screen, and is it possible to have hearts instead of pupils in your eyes? “Do you really think that about me?” you ask sweetly.

“No,” Bunny refuses to tell you the truth, but also refuses to lie, until Lavinho shouts again, “Bunny said you are the only reason he’s still playing! The little liar pretends he doesn’t care, but he’s so soft. Just like his little cheeks, I pinch them sometimes...”

“Okay, that's enough,” Bunny announces flatly, turning the camera to show him walking, then speeding up to run away, while Lavinho is chasing him in the background as the elder yells after him, “You love her, wanna kiss her, write her name on your boots!”

You’re wheezing, “Baby, I’m screen recording this right now. Didn't know you loved me that much~” Bunny groans as if he’s in his last life, but he secretly enjoys it, not that he would tell you, but you see it in his smile. “I should’ve let my phone die.”

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I really like the approach your blog takes towards shifting in this community full of "Just assume" "Just decide that you're in your DR" yada yada. Although that does work, and the law of assumption sure is real, I do believe in it. But its application (keyword: Application) to things like shifting is something I have no idea how to do and I'm sure I am not the only one who has this issue, especially if the DRs are very "different" from our CR (fictional DRs most of the time fall under this category) Our ego does indeed play a HUGE role in what our awareness experiences through the physical plane. The "Assume you're in your DR" does work but it then also has many other supporting factors for those it does work and I realized that by reading your posts. Its okay if it does NOT work for some or is really hard to follow through with lets just be honest rn instead of blaming people for "not persisting" or some other crap 😭😭😭 Because straight up using LOA, esp for a place you haven't even felt a breeze of, aren't even completely sure is real??? Can be really wonky.

I thank you for making posts that give ACTUAL STRUCTURE to shift.. that, simply using the LOA logic lacks. And I love how you do state that it is not a process but rather like an instant flick of a switch.

Honestly, I relate to this so much. I used to believe much more strongly in the law of assumption, but the more research I do and the deeper I go into shifting, the less I fully trust it as a universal explanation. I do think it's a tool, and for some people it works great, but assuming it's a one-size-fits-all rule is extremely misleading.

If we take the law of assumption seriously, then we also have to recognize that people have vastly different abilities to assume. I have a highly rational mind and tend to resist anything that feels irrational or unproven. For me to accept something as true, I often need either an explanation or a heavily altered state of consciousness (ASC) where my mind allows it.

Even when I practice hypnosis , I see very clearly how differently people respond to suggestion and belief implantation. For some, one session is enough to accept a belief. For others, it might take dozens of sessions,and still, some struggle. The mind's critical factor doesn't work identically for everyone.

If I still fully believed in LOA, I'd probably say it's been extremely oversimplified, and that some advice can even be harmful. For example, telling someone who's feeling frustrated to "persist" with no nuance can easily backfire and feed into a frustration loop, especially for neurodivergent people or people who cognitively analyze their emotions deeply. The problem is that a lot of LOA advice assumes everyone processes things like belief, assumption, and persistence in the same linear way.

Obviously, for someone who has shifted often, assuming "shifting is real and natural" will be a much easier belief to hold than for someone who's never consciously shifted before. Their awarness already has experiential confirmation. For someone without that, it's a different challenge.

Also, I 100% agree with you that shifting isn't really a process, it's instantaneous at the moment it happens. The "process" is the preparation beforehand. I don’t believe at all in the "3D lag" concept; not only is there no proof for it, but almost everyone who shifts describes it as immediate once it occurs. I think a lot of these "lag" beliefs are more like coping mechanisms or ways to comfort oneself when it's taking longer than expected.

As someone who practices hypnosis, I can confidently say: assumptions and belief implantation are way more unstable and nuanced than people realize. Teaching people that assumption alone is enough, without considering individual differences, does more harm than good for a lot of shifters.

I honestly had a lot to say on this, but to sum it up: I fully agree with your take, and i think it's a part of the spiritual meritocracy and individualistic tendancies.

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Hiii I saw you were asking for nat x reader hc request so here is mine 😼 ok so hear me out. Nerdy, never does anything “adventurous” (alcohol, drugs, etc), just like stays in her lane 24/7, with Natalie who is like just in love at like first sight but like has to keep it cool Yk. Sorry if this is too much 😿 also sorry for bad grammar and punctuation I’m dyslexic and English is not my first language 💔.

no worries! thanks for the request!

natalie x nerdy!reader…

maybe you’re like a transfer student in senior year? and you just give off huge nerd/geek vibes from first glance, from your entire look/outfit 😭

from the moment you’re introduced to your class - nat just can’t seem to take her eyes off of you - and even she doesn’t necessarily know why, because it’s not like you’re the type she usually goes for or hangs out with but like mid-lecture or something, she finds her eyes just going to you.

she’s not trying to be a creep or anything - she just picks up little things - like how you bite your lip when you’re intensely focused on something, or how your eyes light up when you raise your hand to answer a question, or how it seems like you so effortlessly doodle something (usually a cartoon character) in your notebook - and she definitely notices how you blush if the two of you ever make eye contact.

you find nat a little intimidating at first - just like her general attitude and Presence that she has (and yeah okay, she’s incredibly attractive but it’s not like you’ll admit it-) ; you make small talk here and there with her but nothing too serious - not until you’re assigned on a project with her for class - and then you kind of have to talk to her but it’s fine, you’re doing something for school so there’s something you can focus/fixate on.

nat coming over to your place to work on the project… seeing your room that’s just covered in with like comic posters - the corner of the room with a shelf with all your comic books - the tv in your room with 3 different game consoles… this does serve as the perfect opportunity for nat to ask you about your interests - and then you find yourself rambling, explaining your favorite video game to her or your favorite comic run - blushing like crazy when you realize you’ve been talking for like the last 15 minutes with no interruption from nat…

nat’s kind of fascinated though - she doesn’t really get what you’re talking about but she loves seeing you be so passionate about it so she definitely encourages it lol 😭

this is kind of how the friendship starts.. you start having her try playing your favorite games, reading your favorite comics - and in turn, she invites you to come watch the soccer team play (and you are most definitely attracted to nat playing sports 😳)… you actually become friends with her teammates and nat invites you to your first party (and you Eventually try like getting high and drinking for the first time 😭 nat thinks you’re adorable when you’re a little drunk and high lmao…. oh man, when you get drunk at a party and ask nat if you can kiss her -she says yes - and you’re going to have a lot to discuss with her the next morning 🤭)

#anons #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #my headcanons #my ramblings

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wisteria-lodge · 2 days ago

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What do you think about Draco’s and James’s similarities + differences but opposite treatment in the narrative?

Since Draco does have a full detailed explanation behind his behavior, he was raised to think it’s okay but they should keep up appearances, and he often witnessed others doing it first. James does not have any sort of explanation other than his parents pampered him.

Both said “Think I’d leave, wouldn’t you”. However Draco said it in context of trying to find something to bond with Harry over whereas James just wanted to bully Snape.

In Goblet of Fire, Draco points out how the death eaters could attack Hermione to scare the Trio into leaving him alone, however James actually did what the death eaters and threatened to do worse since he took his frustrations with Lily out on Snape. In Said confrontations, The Trio were the ones who accidentally came across Draco but James approached Snape out of boredom.

Both had prejudiced beliefs but Draco actually gave up his childhood prejudices but we have no proof James did.

While James did help Snape, he was also helping His friends and he went right back to sadisticly bullying and he was the main instigator.

Draco spared his enemies and tried helping them with no ulterior motives and fully expecting to be tortured/killed. While he did go to Harry in the room of requirement, he didn’t actively participate in the attacking, aside from trying to stop Crabbe from attacking the Trio. He also even expresses concern for Harry.

Yet James is somehow seen as more heroic.

James dies, Draco doesn't. It's the Draco vs Regulus framing thing all over again. As far as JKR is concerned, dying heroically just fixes everything, I guess.

A related part of her worldview is that suffering purifies you and makes you a better person. I do think that's the intended purpose of the super deliberate James + Draco parallels ("I think I'd leave, wouldn't you? [if I was sorted into X house]" - is really on the nose.) It's supposed to communicate how Harry would have looked, if he'd grown up like James or Draco. (Wealthy, only child, wizard parents who dote on him and spoil him.) Under difference circumstances, Harry could have had more of an ego, been more entitled, given into the brutal streak that he does have. When we first see school-age James, he's described as "It was as though [Harry] was looking at himself but with deliberate mistakes." That's a very interesting description, and I think ties in nicely to an "alternate universe Harry" reading.

This is also something that seems to have been on Dumbledore's mind. He describes 11-year-old Harry as "You were not a pampered little prince [ie, James], but as normal a boy as I could have hoped under the circumstances. Thus far, my plan was working well."

So: As far as he's concerned, leaving Harry with the Dursleys is not just justified but good, because it's made Harry a better person. Considering that Dumbledore, Snape, Dudley, Ron (arguably Draco) also have personal growth arcs kick-started through suffering... I'd say this is a point of view the text supports overall.

But another thing... is that I've always thought JKR writes friend group dynamics really, really well. They're messy, shifting, warm, tight-knit and complicated. Outside dynamics like class, politics, and discrimination come in, and bounce around in unpredictable ways. Even if there was some way to cleanly add up everyone's 'bullying points' and 'victim points' or whatever, and plug them into some formula, and be able to come out with some definitive statement like "Draco had it worse than Peter" - I wouldn't want to do it. What makes the Harry+Ron+Hermione+Draco dynamic interesting... and what makes the James+Remus+Sirius+Peter+Severus+Lily+Regulus dynamic even *more* interesting... is that basically everyone has an area in which they're powerful or privileged, another area where they're vulnerable or disenfranchised (with the possible exception of James)... and it makes for these fantastically complex character dynamics and vicious cycles.

Because every single one of these characters is written with some degree of ambiguity, (some more than others...) which ones you gravitate towards, and which ones you dislike end up being more of a personal Rorschach test than anything rooted in the books.

Like, I can see from your ask that you're inclined to give Draco a very positive edit. (and I mean, come on, I love Draco too.) You read Draco as vulnerable during the scene where the Golden Trio finds him the woods during the World Cup chaos, and decides to "scare the Trio into leaving him alone." That is absolutely a read that makes sense, but it's one that you're bringing to the book, there's nothing in that scene to suggest that Draco feels threatened. My personal read is that Draco - always squeamish about violence - is actually worried about Hermione on some unexamined level, because everything he says during that scene is advice on how to protect her, just expressed in a really asshole-ish way. But I think the read intended by JKR is - here's Draco, being an asshole, dishing out some exposition.

#hp #jkr critical #draco malfoy #james potter #harry james potter #the mauraders #the golden trio

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lvc-a · 2 days ago

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LOOKISM ✦ Kim Joon Goo x m! reader ✦ 1.3k words

It's raining. You pulled out a cigar and lit it with your gloved hand. You looked down at the body close to your feet and checked around the penthouse once more. Clean, no evidence, no witnesses, a knife close to the body, a sliced throat. An accident. You made your way to the back door and walked away with an umbrella, then quickly sent a text to your employer. Done.

Busan is pretty, and as you look up, the moon is also present today, gracing you with its presence. You look through your notifications to find 22 missed calls and 31 texts from your little money grubber. Always impatient. As you walked in the cool night, you called him back, hearing it ring a few times before being picked up. "Hmph! So now you remember me!"

You chuckled at his little tantrum, continuing to listen to him ramble about how you always abandon him and leave him to tend for himself, how you didn't care to ask what is he doing right now, checking up on him, how you didn't even care about his well-being!. How dare you. "Hi darling, I apologize for the long wait, it seems that my target suddenly has a different schedule today.." You apologized to him, finishing your cigar and throwing it on the ground to step on it.

"Hmph! I'd better see you tomorrow, if not. I don't want to see you ever again!" You were quick to wind him down, promising you'd be at the house by morning and would smother him with kisses, to which he switched his tone and happily accepted your proposal. You continued to talk to him on your way back to your little apartment, well, it's more like he continued rambling about his day, and how Gun is annoying for leaving him alone to collect debts, he whined on how he hasn't recieved his daily kisses from you, for a month now, since you've been away for that long. To which you apologized again, and he said that he only accept your apology if you drown him in kisses.

"Of course I will, darling I've just arrived at my apartment, I will be packing my things and see you this morning?" You could hear him complain again on the phone, making you chuckle as you put your umbrella away and went up the stairs, you pulled out your keys from your pocket, quickly opening the door and letting yourself in. "Okey fine, I'll let you pack your stuff, but please… I miss you a lot.."

You smiled at his cuteness, at times like this, you just wish you could french him right then and there, not allowing him to breathe even for a second. "I know darling, I miss you a lot too, sleep tight okay? I will be there before you know it." You could hear him mumble out and okay, and proceed to say good night to you, to which to replied with good night as well and hang up. You scanned around the room for a bit and grabbed a towel on your bed, and went to take a shower, after all, you did wait all day inside his house, waiting for him to get home.

You finished showering not long after and went to your wardrobe with a towel around your waist. You picked a simple shirt with pajama pants and dried your hair, but your eye caught your phone lit up for a second. Walking over to grab it, you were met with a transaction, money has been sent to your bank account, a huge sum, though you didn't receive a text back. Typical of him.

This particular person you've eliminated was a big one, he's been on your employer's tail for quite some time, and he didn't like it one bit. That's why he sent you. To finish the job. This is basically your life. An assassin. Of course, Gun and your lover are doing dirty work, but you're doing dirty work… sure, they were more than capable for it, but they appear too often in public, if someone looked into it closely, they can be seen cleaning up some stuff the authorities are not happy with.

Your employer needed someone private, someone who does not appear by his side everywhere he goes, someone happy to be lurking in his shadow. Someone clean-cut, doesn't talk much, and is ready at all times. And you were perfect. Simple, direct, and quite fancy. He didn't care for any of that, but you liked style. Few times you were urgently needed as his bodyguard, when Gun or Goo were not available, but you were never at his side. Always around, but never seen, blending quite well with the other guests, thinking you're just another businessman. But you would eye him from time to time, taking note of his posture and expression. People think he's here without a bodyguard, they are gravely mistaken.

You put your phone on charge and turn the lights off to sleep, you've got a promise to keep and a flight to catch in the morning.

It had stopped raining when you woke up, you checked your phone and it's 4 am, your flight is at 6. You've got some time to spare. Getting up from your bed, you walked to the bathroom to ready yourself, then packed what little stuff you brought into your bags and double checking the small apartment in case you missed anything. You then ordered a taxi to the airport and arrived swiftly. A private one, provided by your oh so kind employer. They served you breakfast there, which is a plus.

You've finally arrived in Seoul, getting off the plane to meet a person there handing you your car keys, he didn't say anything as he escorted you to the parking lot. Nodding his head to you as he walked away. You got in your car and texted your lover before you leave. I'm in Seoul, I'll be home in a bit.

Driving your way home, you stopped by a flower shop. You fancied yourself with the classic, a bouquet of red roses, and bought some cakes from across the shop for your beloved. "Him and his sweet tooth…" you shook your head as you load the stuff in the back seat and made your way home to your needy wife. He's been waiting for a while now, after all.

The penthouse is in sight, and you parked your car and grabbed your stuff, you didn't even have the chance to open the door before a whole body was thrown your way. "YOU'RE HEREE!". You could smell his shampoo, well, yours, as you hugged him with one arm and kissed his head. He had just finished drying his hair, you could tell. "I'm home darling, and I brought you gifts as a token of my apology." He didn't let go of the hug but turned his head to the side, seeing you holding flowers and cakes. He was visibly happy.

Goo smiled at you brightly, as you press kisses all over his face, then a deep kiss to his lips. He quickly grabbed the side of your head to deepen the kiss. He has been missing you, greatly. You were the first to break the kiss, making him chase your lips, wanting more. "Let's get inside first.." He pouted at you, but lightened up again as you gave him his flowers and cakes. But his mood changed back, your darling has quite frequent mood swings…

"You've left me to rot for a month, you're not allowed to leave! Anywhere! Without me for a whole year!" A whole year? you know that's not possible, but you gave in to his actics. He is, after all, your beloved wife, making demands.

"Yes dear…"

I apologize for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language, and thank you for reading. ✦ luca

#male reader #x male reader #lookism #lookism x male reader #lookism x reader #kim joon goo #goo x reader #goo x male reader #lvc-a.works

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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 9 hours ago

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Okay kinda joke ask, but Shapeshifter! Stan suddenly needing a women form and fucks around and makes a female version of himself… literally. Same looks, but more fem, same personality, literally calls Ford his twin, the whole shimbam. Also I imagine Stan is like 100% comfortable in a female body, but not with female pronouns. So you will just have Ford be like, “this is Stanley! He’s my twin brother! :)” with the most feminine person ever (this is nothing against any trans guy, or guy in general, who enjoy looking super fem while still being a guy. It was just a hilarious image to think of this scenario happening specifically in the 1980’s (also I feel like gravity falls would give zero fucks, they are somehow the most progressive society, accepting polyamory, homosexual marriages, interracial marriages etc. all from the very beginning of the town and also the least progressive society, where people with red hair literally can’t marry anyone with a different hair color, tho tbh I don’t think they enforce it, they just have not changed the laws lol))

Also nothing in this is meant to be a dig at anyone or be offensive, but please do let me know if it is. Thanks!

I don't think its offensive, but I am also human and don't tend to experiment with gender or gender expression, so if I'm wrong feel free to correct me.

While this does sound like something Stan would do when bored, its not an idea i'd personally explore. In this case its less to do with anything more than lack of interest than anything else.

Similar to romance, I don't really... understand? Gender. I'm a triple A, asexual, aromantic, agender. There's nothing there for me, its just me all the way down. Its not something I really get? Like. Pronoun-wise nothing really feels correct but also it doesn't really matter? To me? So works that explore gender stuff, while interesting, don't overly appeal to me as a writer.

Ford also calls Stan his twin brother no matter what Stan looks like. He gets a lot of side eyes whenever Stan's wearing anything other than his base lol. They go for a walk and Stan's a dog? Still his twin brother. Stan shifts to get the senior discount? People mutter about how strange to see someone so young with dementia. Stan's a woman? Good for him? Is he... planing on making changes? or did they get this backwards and now they need to beat Ford to a pulp?

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #stan pines #ford pines #shapeshifter stan #dark lord shifter au

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demonslayedher · 2 days ago

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Things that went through my head while watching this episode (in 2025!)

--Tamayo sure made that decision quick to go join the Corp. I love that it is so clear how much she and Shinobu do not want to work together. I wish, wish, wish I could have seen Tamayo meeting Ubuyashiki, as well as first meeting Shinobu. --The animation in the glass pane as Tamayo looks up at the moon?? love it.

--Giyuu really do just be sitting there in an empty room. Buddy, that ain't meditating, that be ruminating.

--I am so grateful for all my years of Japanese study so that I can soak in all the meaning of Aoi using such stiff keigo (polite speech) with Tanjiro (and for that matter, any active Corp swordsman). She truly sees herself as far beneath them, and in her dealings with Tanjiro, it is like she purposefully keeps things strictly professional. It is so revealing how diplomatically she addresses that, at least if she were the one who someone were trying to cheer up, she would prefer to be left alone. That is why she has kept this professional distance all along, isn't it? Somebody telling her "it's okay you weren't as brave as all those swordsmen who wound up fighting to the death anyway" would only make her feel worse, after all. I wonder about her decision to keep wearing the Corp uniform despite the adequacy she feels in it?

--Giyuu would tell her she deserves to wear it, wouldn't he? Luck or not, she likely did more to ensure her own survival on Mt. Fujikasane than he did. (Now I crave an AU in Shinobu dealt with Aoi's post-Final Selection fear not by allowing her to freeload (as Aoi might interpret it) at the Butterfly Mansion and avoid missions, but instead by creating a situation in which Giyuu is pressured to take Aoi in and train her--Water Breath users, after all!).

--Despite that Tanjiro killed the Hand Demon, whom Sabito could not, Tanjiro does not think of that at all. He instead thinks of how Sabito "saved" him back on Mt. Sagiri, and how in the course of the Final Selection, Tanjiro could not manage to save anyone like Sabito could, for Tanjiro could barely save himself. Their outcomes happened to be different, but Tanjiro sees the gulf between their potential and inherent ability so plainly.

--Tanjiro has made the switch from "Tomioka-san" to "Giyuu-san." Get FRIENDED, loser.

--The way the scene is framed so that you can't see Giyuu's face when he declares that the Water Hashira position is vacant

--GIYUU IS SO ANNOYED WITH TANJIRO, HAHAHAHAH. He's not only annoying for barging in when Giyuu is busy ruminating, but for trying to insist on some easy simple solution to a situation he doesn't understand (even though the way better solution to all of this would have just been for Tanjiro to use that battle sense and nose to become the Water Hashira, duh). But also, he is sitting so close. As Tanjiro keeps bugging him, like at dinner, he is still sitting SO FREAKING CLOSE and poor Giyuu just wants to eat. He just wants to bathe. He can barely sleep knowing that Tanjiro is curled up on his front door step, maybe Giyuu look like the bad guy for leaving this poor injured kid out there like that. How the hell is he supposed to explain that the kid is choosing to do that, when Giyuu can't explain anything else in the first place?

--And then he knows he must. So he does. Plain and simple. And Tanjiro gets it. And it hurts.

--And then he accidentally adds to Giyuu's pain. OH SNAP. Soba time.

--In the previous arc, we saw the drama of Muichiro instantaneously regaining memories of precious things people have said and entrusted to him, and how this brought him not only back from the brink of death, but pushed him over the edge to attain a mark. What happened here on the bridge was essentially the same thing for Giyuu--but in a more peaceful way. Though he did not have his mind as clouded as Muichiro, trying to find his way back to those memories would have drowned him in sadness, but now, all at once, all these years later, he can embrace the words Sabito said to him, and embrace the promise he made to Sabito that he would carry on Tsutako's will in the world. He has attained that power again, and in a way, reattaining that memory right after he said "Sabito might have, but I won't" is his first step on his path to being able to achieve a mark.

--and then "Let's have a soba-eating contest."

--wut???

--Was this kid always this weird???? I mean, okay, I guess if he insists, I will eat soba with him and let him be satisfied in making me join the training this way, though I really did just already make up my mind to do that because I am, in fact, the Water Hashira

--As he ate soba, I wonder if Giyuu found himself wondering if Tanjiro ever did weird stuff like this around Urokodaki, thereby second-handedly embarrassing Giyuu for having spoken so highly of him

--Stepping back a bit, I love the underlying creepiness of Tanjiro cheerfully looking down the alley and declaring, "nope, no demons here!" Kiddo, there is a reason for that.

--Also little Giyuu with light in his eyes, I will always miss him

--Jumping ahead, the eye-twitch is so becoming on Shinobu. She should sport that more often.

--My gosssssshhhhhhh I wiiiiiiiiiish we could have SEEN Kanao at all these Hashira trainings. The opening implies that she was with the boys and ran laps around them at Uzui's training. But where are the girls?????? They exist!!! We know they exist! If Kanao hasn't gotten out of this, they ain't either!! But like, seriously, what was Sanemi gonna do when she showed up? Hit her??? Hell to the nah'.

--Still, for as much of a battle queen as Kanao soon becomes after this, she is still strengthening that heart-to-voice connection, and it is hard to do that after so many years of leaving the connection broken. (And unfortunately for Shinobu, it is only because of Kanao's progress that there is any way for them to defeat Douma.) Still, going back to the previous episode, I love that Shinobu judges Kanao's battle prowess so strongly that she will entrust Nezuko to her in the event of, say, Kibutsuji Muzan himself showing up at the Butterfly Mansion (not that this would have been likely to end in Kanao's favor, but Shinobu knew she could at least leave Kanao in charge in case of other high-level demons--maybe even a swarm of them--showing up)

--So yeah, she will totally entrust the defeat of Upper Moon Two to her, even Shinobu, a Hashira, knows she cannot do it herself

--HOW EXTREMELY FRUSTRATING

--This ending theme, man

--That distinctly Muichiro-like silhouette is mean. But the second one looks more like the Heian-period doctor. And the pair of silhoettes after that still have us pretty firmly back in time by several centuries.

--Fly, crow, fly! Fly for the sunlight!

--Love these subdued stills of all these important moments in Corp history that have led them to this time, and how the one of Tanjiro has motion, with his tears flowing and then him standing to face this horrific reality--and that focus on the "metsu" on his sword to tie together all of these scattered scenes of all these people throughout the last thousand years who have been so whole-heartedly dedicated to defeating Muzan once and for all

--All these symbolic spots of red being dramatically destroyed as Muzan passes by, this the most chuunibyou ending song ever and it is great

--Daaaaaang, this means Muzan has been doing his dramatic walk since episode two

#KnY 2025 Rewatch #kny rewatch #my art #sabito #tomioka giyu #tomioka giyuu

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pseudophan · 3 days ago

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Height anon here, oh no by no means I think it's a big difference, lmao. It's no more than 2in, probably even less, I wasn't trying to be "omg Phil is so small and dainty and Dan is Shrek", it's just funny to me how they get so worked up over it, when yeah, there is a slight difference, but then it's definitely what you said, they probably just don't consider it big enough to even say there is one, lol. Dan DOES try to make himself smaller sometimes tho, which is endearing, but I also do reckon the discourse is rather annoying.

no i know, you're totally fine i didn't get that vibe either i just see a mention of dan and phil's heights and immediately NEED to bitch a little

but yes!! that too!!! that's also an important aspect i forgot to mention, while i don't think they consider their height difference anything to write home about and that's the main reason they usually just say they're the same height, i think the reason why dan specifically gets like Loudly Personally Offended by it is at least partly because he wants to be small sooooo baaaaad. he is literally so mad he's taller than phil lol, the fact that people point it out all the time probably gets on his nerves. he's like fucks sake i've been self conscious about my height forever and i'm lucky enough to find another tall guy to spend my life with and you guys won't shut the fuck up about how i'm still taller than him? okay fuck you then, goddamn

#answered

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 3 days ago

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“You,” Eddie says quietly, causing Buck to take a sharp inhale. “I came back for you. I can’t lose… I mean, I guess we didn’t lose Bobby. But it felt like we did, and I’ve been scared of losing you, too.”

“You won’t,” Buck promises. “You couldn’t. Okay? I promise. I know I’m… I know I’m not myself, but I’ll… I’ll get back there. I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie hugs him. Buck sinks into the hug, relieved. He hugs him back, holding on tight.

“We’ll figure this out,” Eddie says. “Together, alright?”

“Together,” Buck agrees.

And it’s a promise he knows he has to keep now. Be honest. Be forward. Or he’ll lose him. He’s already hurt him. He has to hold onto Eddie. He has to keep Bobby safe; keep him from destroying himself. He has to hold it together, when he hardly knows how to keep himself upright. But as long as there’s some kind of hope, he’ll manage.

He has to.

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Bobby isn’t sure whether Buck and Eddie went to the parking lot to talk about him or the strange sexual situation they’ve found themselves in that Bobby absolutely doesn’t want to hear any more about. In either case, when they return together, they seem far more like an organized team. Which could be good or bad, for Bobby. Good, because he obviously doesn’t want discord between them and discord with Buck leads to chaos. Bad, because if they’re planning something, that’s just annoying, honestly.

“Team huddle go okay?” Bobby asks dryly when they return.

Eddie gives Buck an alarmed look.

Buck nods. “Yeah, we think we’ve figured out what we can do. You’re still working with us?”

Bobby nods cautiously. “As long as I get to stay close to Athena and neither of you tells her or anyone else.”

He realizes his only leverage in this matter would be to disappear. Which he promised Buck he wouldn’t do. He also doesn’t want to. Maybe he should. He almost bit Buck. He really would have. He thinks so, anyway. Luckily, he didn’t have to find out. Maybe he should disappear. But he likes that Buck and Eddie are here, in some sick way. He feels a little less dead than he did yesterday.

Selfish. Monstrous. It’s not worth risking them getting hurt. Nothing is.

“Well, we think we can make that easier,” Eddie says. “Buck’s been living with me since I got back and-”

“Oh, I heard,” Bobby interjects.

Eddie glances at Buck yet again.

Buck’s cheeks go pink. “I thought I was talking to a headstone.”

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“I was hit by a car?” She asks.

Christopher nods mutely.

“Oh god,” she exhales. “Eddie… He was… He saw me die.”

Chris nods again.

Leaving again…

“Oh god,” she claps her hands over her mouth. She really did it, then. She missed his whole life. All those milestones. Her son is an adult and she has no idea who he is.

Part of her is aware that she is the parent and he is the child, and despite their minimal age difference in this situation, she should act with some degree of composure. A larger part of her is focused on how absurdly unfair this is. Her eyes start to spill over with tears. She hears herself gasp into the palm of her hand. How could this have happened? How could she have died and missed everything? And how did she get here, now?

“Oh, uh…” Christopher looks panicked. He looks scared. “Uh… Okay sit down. Sit down and… Uh…”

He doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know what to do. She wants to hug him. To hold onto him and say she’s sorry and she loves him and to please tell her everything about his life. But his posture is not really welcoming of a hug. He’s sort of leaning away from her, closed off.

“Do you need me to call an ambulance?” Raelynn says. “She might be high. Is this bath salts?”

“No!” Chris answers quickly. “No. She’s not high. I don’t think. She doesn’t need an ambulance. I just… Uh…”

“I’m sorry,” Shannon hiccups. Because here she is, ruining his life again. That’s all she ever does.

“Just sit down, okay?” Chris commands, reminding her strangely like Eddie in the way his uncertainty sounds almost like exasperation. “You sit down. I’ll… I’ll figure this out.”

Shannon obeys. She shuffles over to one of the tiny metal tables in the corner and slumps into a seat.

“Drink that water,” Chris says.

She does.

“Okay, uh…” Chris looks around, like there will be a instructive poster on the wall for what to do when one’s mother returns from the dead. He turns to Raelynn. “Three apple fritters, please?”

“What?” Raelynn asks.

Yeah, what?

“Do you not still sell donuts?” Chris snaps, a little agitated.

“Chill. Yes. Obviously we do.”

“Then three apple fritters, please,” Chris repeats.

He’s a little… Bossy? Is bossy the right word? Maybe because he’s stressed. She doesn’t remember him being this bossy. He was always so sweet and easygoing. But life changes people, she supposes. She doesn’t know how life has changed her son.

Raelynn gets the fritters and Christopher pays. He brings the bag back to the table and sits down across from her, leaning his crutches against the nearest wall.

#daisies and briars writes #bobby vampire fic #resurrection fic

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YN Sturniolo, a sophomore and younger sister to the well-known Sturniolo triplets, overhears cruel rumors at school but about her relationship with her junior boyfriend, Nathan Doe. and he find her crying and helps her calm down .

A/n: ofc! I put a little spin on it and made it into a little blurb! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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Being the younger sister of the triplets which were your brothers had some major great things that came along. I mean their friends were kind of your friends. So when you and Nate became close and started dating you really didnt think twice about what could go wrong.

You of course didnt factor in the fact that Nate was a year older than you making him a junior in highschool while you were a sophomore. That age difference allowed alot of people to make assumption about the realtionship as a whole.

It was supposed to be a normal friday in school last day of the week before the weekend. You didnt think that you would over hear a bun h girls in you grade calling you 'easy' and a 'slut.'

At first ignoring it seemed to work but as you got closer towards the last couple of passign periods of the day it got worse.

"oh my god there is no way they are actually together he like has to be in it because she puts out"

a random girl in the back of the class whispers a few feet away. The truth was you and Nate have never had sex so there was no way what they were saying was true butyour brain was telling you something completely different.

You scurried off to an empty classroom once the bell rang singalling that school was over, bawling your eyes out. How could they say something like that they didnt even know you or nate and they geuninely believed what they were saying which made it all worse when you thought about how many others might say and believe the same thing.

"hey you ready to head to the house since i know you and sis are wanting to hangout"

matt asks nate as they all met up by his locker for him to grab the jeep keys.

"yeah i just cant find her i saw her at lunch and then walked her to her last class but havent seen her since"

nate states shurgging his shoulders kind of worried.

"thats weird did you check by her locker"

nick asks as Nate simple nods his head 'yes'

"maybe she went to the bathroom then"

chris suggests.

"maybe i will look there and wait for her you guys can go out to the car"

nate states as they all nod and begin to bhead to the parking lot.

Nate walked his way to the bathrooms calling out your name to see if you were even in there but of course you werent.

"where could she be this school isnt that fucking big"

nate mumbles to himself. Nate stops in the middle of the hallway hearing muffled sob from a random class next to the bathrooms. Turning on his heels he follwoed the soun walking into the classroom to find you tucked in the corner by a bookshelf crying.

"baby"

nate quietly coos out making his way over to you sitting in front of you running comforting hands along your legs that were tucked into you chest. You continued to cry not bringing yourself to have response back.

"what happened talk to me"

nate softly asks you as you lfit your head up slowly eyes puffy from how long and hard you had been crying.

"girls are mean nate"

you mumble shakily out.

"what did they say"

nate asks.

"they said you were only with me because im easy"

you trails off.

"they are calling me a slut saying that you also just with me still because they think that i put out good"

you shakily let out.

"baby you know thats not true right"

nate asks you.

"yeah i know"

you huff out

"okay then let them talk you know and i know thats not the case okay"

nate states softly reaching his hand to thread through your hair softly. you leaning into his touch.

"yeah"

you sigh out.

"i got you princess always"

nate replies leaning over to place a sweet kiss to your forehead.

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My idiot chud son, Rusty

And the backstory I made tf up for him if anyone wants to read it plus my analysis of him as a character.

This is my design for him. looks ridiculous 💔💔💔

These are the clothes I imagine he would perform in. He also has a cleft lip, I think this kind is called unilateral incomplete. Not sure how well I drew it so if anyone was curious abt what it was there you go

Okay I’m going to paste my HCs about him under a cut because this is long and I would feel bad flooding the tag

By the way, only the last part of this write up is actually written somewhat well/in a more narrative way. I was just doing a quick write up months ago but I got overly excited half way through and went nuts, but couldn’t carry that energy back to the beginning.

I promise if you can get through the sloppy stuff the last part might actually be worth it. It’s still sloppy but I had fun. I tried to clean it up but eh. I’ll just mark when I started going nuts so the tonal whip lash is more palatable. Enjoy the shit I made up about my stupid chudling. Tell me what you think about my brain diarrhea

The premise of my HC backstory for him is that Rusty took care of his mother from a young age because she was suffering from huntington's disease after they immigrated to the counties.

Huntington’s is a cruel disease, and it does not kill quickly. It’s a slow and degenerative death.

His mother was a refugee from the Korean War- a stowaway, as was he- leaving him unable to ask for assistance when his mother changed.

He was conceived not a long time before his mother left but months before they would arrive. he would never know his father, not even his name , only that he was unlike his mother- white, not “oriental”.

And he, as a result, was treated as neither by both sides- all except for his mother.

When he was 9 He worked on the docks to a small, dirty little pier fair. He’d sweep up droppings from small unseen life, clean up piles of sick, and sift through thin sand under the docks for lost change to supplement his paltry salary.

but, as all children do, he’d sometimes slack off to watch the shows. He wished he could walk on the tightropes or swing from the trapeze- he wanted to fly too.

His mother scared him. she didn’t recognize him sometimes, and he couldn’t recognize her at all, but he was crushed with the guilt of wanting to leave her, because without him, she would die, and if he stayed, he would grow up to become like her.

For context, Huntington’s disease is a genetic disorder and if one of your parents has it the chance of you interesting it is very high.

Rusty’s mom also became erratic and sometimes aggressive- something that can happen to people with Huntington’s disease.

She would have episodes of rage and extreme confusion. Rusty didn’t understand why his mom changed, and he would often climb onto the roof of the house. He was terrified of heights but more scared of his mother.

(This is the part where I got too excited and actually started seriously writing)

One day, there was a great cargo ship that docked near the fair. He stared at it blankly. His hands were wet with spittle from trying to help brush her teeth, and there was a deep convex wound blossoming on his right.

She had cried today when she saw what she had done, a thin pink discharge coating her teeth like cheap veneers. He wished she had yelled, not beg for him to hug her while he stood inanimate and still, urine tricking down his leg and his bitten hand thumping like a second heart.

He boarded in secret and was a stowaway in all forms.

He slept among the cargo, in the freighter’s ice cold stomach and laid there, smothered and compact in the dark, laid to rest by the ships metronome sway.

And so he drifted into a world so similar yet different, infested with life of all shapes and sizes, some so spectacular that they could make crowds roar, and others so abhorred and aberrant that they would likely find themselves out of place even in the most exotic menageries.

And still there were others, children of all creeds, tongues, and complexion. They would stare at him with their little dormice eyes, heads popping up and disappearing as soon as they had emerged, like puppets in a shooting gallery. But when under the spotlight and draped in ridiculous costumes that hid the gaps between their ribs, they were brilliant and spectacular- they glowed, and Rusty- Rusty glowed too.

there were lights, sword swallowers, fire breathers, and funambulist- human canon balls, tigers tamed by wild children with whips, roaring audiences, and man dressed in purple- a companion to the diminutive doll-man perched on his lap.

And so he drifted deeper into Nowhere. And then I didn’t write the end but he got trafficked into the fuckinb carnivale and now gets bullied by borderline geriatric gay men.

Rusty’s back story mainly focuses on themes of escapism, abandonment, and the fear of growing up. He’s trapped in between two looming hells- growing up in the nowhere to become as morally bankrupt as any other adult, or to live in the waking world with the possibility that he could die a slow, degenerative death.

Because of this, Rusty is mainly motivated by desperation and feeling like he needs to escape. Similarly to how the devs said that the monsters lack goals but more follow these base urges, pretty much their id, rusty feels that pull too, deep in his tummy, and it’s got him guthooked.

But how do you escape two, almost certainly inevitable fates. Would you choose the certainty of becoming a monster and retaining your autonomy, or would you wait years, building up a life that you know has a very real chance of being dismantled by an incurable illness?

If rusty has survived my idea is that he would have become a Houdini like magician for the funfair, being locked up in absurd contraptions and escaping them on stage. He never stops running, never stops writhing away, always escaping.

He’s very much a “chew your own leg off to escape the bear trap” type character

And every time he escapes he ends up in another hell, another trap, out of the frying pan into the fire and then back again.

He was born as a result of an escape, and he died the same way. Even if he never got the chance to inherit her illness, he may be more like his mother than he will ever know.

Rusty is a sad character. Some people strongly dislike him for what he did to noone, which I understand, but I genuinely think it was due to desperation and some serious lack of foresight (my idiot chud son) At the end of the day though, he did end up using her, and I do think that part of him knew that and still did it. Rusty effectively threw her under the bus, and, intentionally or not, used her as bait.

At the same time though, Rusty likely suffered abuse for years at the hands of the ringmaster and dummy, along with maybe even the other performers to a lesser extent. I don’t think it’s fair to treat him as a villain like some people do to him (to a much lesser extent) and six

I see him in a similar boat to six in some ways. Even though he’s a teenager (I HC him as 16) he’s lacked a proper social structure for what can be assumed to be a massive chunk of his life, so he’s definitely way more immature if that makes sense. He hasn’t had time to grow in a way that wasn’t induced by trauma and pain. The environment of the carnivale itself is perfect for breeding resentment between performers, and Rusty is the star.

People often want to think they’d do the right thing in high stakes situations, but just one split second decision can turn you from victim to villain in the eyes of others.

It is incredibly hard to predict how we will react in life or death situations, and I feel very bad for Rusty despite all his flaws.

I also feel for noone too since she never even got a chance to process Rusty’s assumed death. Not to mention she never seemed to realize that she was essentially being manipulated by him- after all, it seems like Noone is used to that kind of treatment from not only her peers, but the adults around her.

They’re both deeply traumatized children, and Rusty is my idiot chud son.

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riteliso · 1 day ago

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ALRIGHT SO

Here's how we're doing things, right? We're gonna go one episode at a time, and I'm gonna give my thoughts whenever they come up. This is a train of thought type beat, alright? Unlike my usual grandstanding authorial and analytical self, this re-watch is purely for the rant factor. If you don't know me, and you just happened upon this thread because you like reading she-ra rewatches, hello. I'm a writer from Canada who found she-ra in 2025 and is currently on her sixth watch through. From that, hopefully you can discern that I like this show, even if I'm likely gonna criticize parts of it. We good to go? Good. We start with S01 E01.

RIGHT, THE SWORD PART 1! A zoom in, with an angelic singing being drowned out by digital bloopy fright zone vibes, and then Adora being a fuckin dweeb as her leitmotif plays in a decidedly crystiline synth-y tone.

Now, what do we learn from this? This, aside from one gripe I'll have more to speak on later, is an excellent introduction. With the music alone we're essentially taken from the beauty of the planet, the overwhelming dread of the fright zone, and then into a hopeful tune that isn't FREE from these sort of digital themes in the music, but is very defined and separate FROM them.

This isn't gonna be one of those things where I praise literally every single fuckin thing so keep your panties on, I'm not gonna full-on overanalyzing avatar this shit, but the most important parts of a story are the beginning and the ending.

Now, when I say that, I am speaking pragmatically. Every part of every story is important-- but when it comes to what people remember, what they love, what they never shut up about-- it's the start and the end. You need to nail the take-off and the landing, people will forget the turbulence from the rest of the trip.

Now, what does THIS bitch's intro tell us about her? Well, a lot, honestly. Most of what we know about Adora at this point is she plays by the rules, but she is a notably goofy person. She's goofy, but she's unwilling to goof-OFF too much.

And while we get a taste of the rivalry they have instantly, with "That's low, even for you." "You know nothing's too low for me~"

We instantly see that that is not the CORE of their relationship.

I'd like to praise the voice direction in this show for the first of many times here. The voice actors do amazing work in this, and the direction can be felt throughout.

"Come on, you look stupid hanging there" can obviously be a seen as a strange first line to show the warmth these two share, but the inflection from Catra's voice actor, AJ Mikalcha, makes it read as downright sweet.

Also don't get used to me using names of the crew besides ND Stevenson because I'm so awful with names I was still calling Catra Katara half the time on my second re-watch and I was like 90% of the way to realizing I kinned her at that point

Also don't make fun of me for kinning Catra there's no RESPONSE to people making fun of you for kinning Catra THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU SEEM MORE LIKE FUCKING CATRA OKAY

Anyway, the following scene makes it clear that this is not a one-way dynamic. The two banter, and it's clear Adora knows how to get under Catra's skin and annoy her as well. This is notable in a few places MUCH further on, but it is a difference worth highlighting NOW.

Once Adora leaves, Catra's primary goal is still to get under her skin. She's angry about it, she's mean about it, but she's still just doing what she's always done. The relationship between the two doesn't actually change as much as the context does. I'd say the relationship itself doesn't change much until the final season, at a scene I'm sure I'll have a lot to say about.

On the flip-side, Adora's goal when it comes to Catra is simply to fight her off. But that's not all there is. At points, it's clear that Adora holds some sort of REVERENCE for Catra, and while Catra is very capable of very mean things, don't get me wrong, Adora sees Catra as more of a threat than she realistically is.

At a few moments I'll point out she also relishes in getting under Catra's skin, but admittedly those are few and far between.

People have gone over this introduction billions of times, so I won't BORE you to death with it, but Shadow weaver's introduction does hint at a lot of what we'll learn later. I think it's very notable that while Shadow weaver brings a dark gloom that encompasses both our leads, her vile tendrils only dare to touch Catra. We learn the specifics of the dynamic these three have later, but it is a very unique and terrible situation to be the least favourite of an abusive guardian. Especially if you are repeatedly reminded of that fact.

I'm not gonna go over all the body language shit I've seen other text posts about it there's plenty of them a lot of focus in this show goes into tiny details where characters are constantly reacting to the world around them, and very rarely do we get lame stretches where anyone's face is just frozen and unflinching while they listen to someone else.

with all due respect to the setting at this point in time the bright moon rebellion is so pathetically anemic it's the two teens, some movie night lesbians, an immortal princess queen, and a bunch of fucking trees.

And you'd think the one carrying the team would be THE IMMORTAL PRINCESS QUEEN, BUT NO, ITS THE FUCKING TREES DOING ALL THE GOD DAMNED WORK

This introduction is fine. I don't particularly like it, nor have any strong feelings about it. It establishes the relationship between glimmer and her mother, but besides that it doesn't honestly do much. And don't come at me with "Uh, all it needs to do is establish that relationship?" Yeah, no shit, but we just had a better introduction to our other lead characters. And yes, those are the MAIN leads, the sort of heart of the show, but that doesn't mean that the other characters are unimportant. Glimmer's development later on is truly interesting, and Bow becomes a massively inspiring character. Fun jokey times are fine or whatever to show that they're immature and don't know the first thing about war, in contrast to our full-blown child soldiers raised from birth in the fright zone, but we really don't learn anything particularly INTERESTING about our best friend squad compadres in their intro, nor do we really see any of it until episode 2, to be frank.

This is something we don't actually see much of-- Catra has this ideal of being a conqueror, but it's very clear that she doesn't want that. Her threats are vapid and aimless-- She can enjoy some chaos, sure, but a shit-stirrer isn't gonna use that feces to build brick shithouses that they never intend to fall.

I think this should have been elaborated on more, personally. Catra is comically terrible with authority, and her plan, as stated later, is to wait it out until her and Adora are the ones calling the shots. But we don't really see what she thinks conquering even looks like, and it's not clear whether that's that she hasn't even imagined it and just likes evil words, or if she genuinely wants to rule with Adora as her Queen.

I gravitate towards the first, but that's partially because I wake up and post shit like "I want to destroy the world and rule its dust" and then forget I posted it when someone likes it 5 minutes later. If she do, in fact, as studies point toward, "be just like me fr," then I fully understand. If not, then I'd like to understand.

aw :(

Fuckin dweeb pulling the "my mom doesn't want me hanging out with you anymore" card

HA! Ah, what a bitch. Anyway, she's lashing out, but it's also quite tragic. A lot of people seem to think Adora IS, in some way, a people pleaser, but in reality she just has such an ingrained and violent sense of justice that she wants to right every wrong she has ever and will ever come across. She believes her validity is tied to what she can provide to the world, and she's got a natural sense of charisma, so it's natural for someone who refuses to blend in and naturally tends to put people off like Catra to have this view of her.

In reality, Adora is just-- a good person. And people LIKE good people. She's not a good person with an asterisk-- a good person with terms and conditions-- someone who falls into the definition of a good person while feeling and being treated like something else. Catra is the "a tomato is a fruit" of good people. Adora is just, like, a 1 dollar costco hotdog of a woman. An inarguable good treading water on this earth, no matter how hard it tries to pull her under.

Imagine falling for a brat with mad hops, like a fucking 50 foot vertical, you say you're too tired to play their favourite board game and they go hang out on your neighbour's roof, couldn't be me. Get fucked I guess

Yeah this is sad. Empathy is very much a learned skill, and people who don't learn empathy don't GET happy FOR people. Catra's not a complete person yet. She's not ready to be. That doesn't happen for a really long time, during an exceptionally long manic spiral. We'll get there, calm down, don't think about how far away that is and how much I've already yammered on.

Anyway, if you find yourself getting jealous or annoyed instead of getting happy for people, consider empathy isn't what you thought it was, and that you might still need to work on yourself.

fucking porno framing. Immensely sexual image, really. These bitches violently gay I suppose, I think I'm picking up on that during this sixth re-watch.

Buddy you got no idea how many problems those two already have you literally lose your little tiara at some point I think it ends up in the middle of a tree in space or something it's kinda unclear

Adora elbows her square in the nose during this so to everyone accusing Catra of physical abuse I just want it to be clear that Adora started it :/

Actually I'd like to retract that joke immediately because I know how people get about these two

My feelings are that they are literally child soldiers who were likely raised sparring each-other.

I was raised sparring other children and I ended up fine! Not for war, for Karate. And I didn't end up fine. And neither did they. Anyway, my point isn't even specifically that because this is sci-fi fantasy it's ridiculous to hold real life standards to it, it's more-so that because it's sci-fi fantasy there's extenuating circumstances that are going to affect how these two characters treat each-other. I'll go into hotter takes later, I'm sure, and get people to send me plenty of death-threats, but I'm gonna go into the nuances of exactly what forms Catra's abuse takes, and how it differs given by the separate circumstances we're shown the two in throughout the show.

my girl when I'm tryna live my best life playing as blue toad in mario 3d world

also holy shit we're only like halfway through this I am an AGONIZING yapper jesus fuck

Okay, what to say about lighthope-- well, their first words are "balance must be restored," far before they say Adora's name, so it somewhat lays out their secret priorities for us there. Besides that, I dunno, they got circuits on them? I don't have particularly strong feelings about lighthope, nor their introduction. I think they serve the setting and are written well, I just subjectively am not a sucker for the way they be. Their friendship with Mara is cute tho

I was gonna point out this is cute and how often I do this exact brat tactic but instead we data moshin, nothin wrong with a little data moshin, I'm down

This is the only reason she even wears a ponytail I'd stake my fuckin life on it

Once she leaves the fright zone that thing's fucking vestigial like a tailbone or having "any pronouns" in your bio when it's pretty clear you're very much a "she/they" type of bitch by now

glimmer why don't your windows have glass

or alternatively

how the fuck do you open and close that window

you can absolutely fucking hear her from this distance what on earth are you trying to pull

you a pillow princess tho how many of those arrows are just hitatchi magic wands attatched to a stick with duct-tape after the series ends do you think

The fuck you mean BOTTOM drawer we lookin at left and right here

or is this similar to my pillow princess comment and she's just addressing him and giving him an order

"Bottom; drawer."

It's established later on that he's a tech wiz but at this point in time they don't really give us much to lead us to the fact that he made that fucking thing

she's a freak

yes it's very sweet that she sleeps this way but I don't think it's some bdsm powerplay thing or anything like that, which would honestly be more tolerable, I think she's just like that

like how the way I'd sit in high school was to get two chairs and face them toward each-other then sit cross-legged across both

even if there weren't enough chairs to go around

people would sit on the FLOOR because I wanted to sit criss-cross-applesauce across two chairs, they wouldn't even ask for one of my chairs

also since I was sitting, again, cross-legged, it would have made more sense for ME to sit on the floor

I mean I think I got asked ONCE for one of the chairs and I just said "fine" but besides that people just let me sit on my fuckin throne

She really is kinda dumb, though. Like I ain't complaining, it's a character trait, but like obviously even if just you get in trouble Catra's gonna get blamed, you've seen it like at least once a month for your whole entire life

Mind you, can't really have Catra for the next part, because Catra's reaction to Bow and Glimmer wouldn't be "just let me have the sword" it'd be murder

oh wow we hit the image limit looks like we're doing TWO SEPARATE POSTS FOR THE VERY FIRST EPISODE YEE-HAW!!!!! THIS IS GOING TO TAKE ME FUCKING FOREVER

#spop #she-ra rewatch #she ra and the princesses of power #live watch

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batlcver · 14 hours ago

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As soon as the puppy's back within his arms he's going "hiiii" in a quiet voice, following out the lobby and back into the lot. He turns a different direction than Eros, heading up to where they had parked the car after his test drive. Opening the car door just to be taken aback by the heat, oh yeah it was going to be nice to have AC again, hopping into the driver's seat as he places the puppy down in the passenger side. As soon as that AC is on he's reaching over to angle it right to hit the little guy before hopping back out and closing the door.

Flagging Eros down as they bring the car around, surprised that they're able to open the door on their own. What a time to learn how to get it working, right as he was selling it off, isn't that funny how things work? Today was just an odd day all around it seemed like, but in a good way, in a way where the oddities were working for him. Shoving his new keys into his pocket as he walks over.

❝I got this, if you wanna go sit with the little guy again. He's in the passenger seat with the AC on him. The doors are unlocked.❞

Trading sets of keys as he speaks. It wouldn't take him long at all. The real struggle he felt was checking under the seats for anything that might've fell, bending over that low or kneeling on the hot ass concrete didn't sound fun, but you have to suffer sometimes when everything else seems to be going your way.

Swinging around to the trunk to pop it open, he grabs the sole item in there, his backpack that he hadn't touched in years. Only kept in there for the day where he'd get rid of all the stuff inside, and that day had come. All but slamming the trunk shut so it'd actually close, he peers into the back of the car just in case! He never put anything back there, but you never know. Then with a deep breath he's ducking into the passenger seat, starting with the glovebox, grateful that most of the contents were just little things like pocket tissues and hand wipes. Ah, and his sunglasses! He'd been looking for those for months, putting those on while he shoves all else into his backpack or into a pile to toss before heading back inside.

The console is even neater than the glovebox, only a handful of receipts and a bunch of napkins really taking up the space. During one cursory glance under the seats only to find nothing. With everything sorted into his bag or into a throw away pile, he slings the backpack over his shoulder and gathers up the trash, walking all the way back over to the bin and then back all the way to the lobby. Who knew this was such a process? He did, but still. Disappearing inside for a moment before coming right back out, he stops at the old car for a moment. Pausing as he looks it over, it was kind of sad, but in a bittersweet way. He would miss it, not how it was falling apart, but the memories he had with it.

A soft sigh leaving him as he makes his way over to his new one, opening the back driver's side door and placing his bag on the floorboard. It was gonna be weird getting used to all this space, not being crammed in when he drove people around. Maybe actually go on a road trip again, that'd be fun. Getting that shut he climbs into the driver's seat, relaxing back as he lets the AC hit him for a second, before he's back up and getting his phone out.

❝Give me just a second.❞

Tapping around his phone and on the screen inside, is this what it felt like to be older and be given an ipad? Maybe not exactly, but it does take him a second to figure out how to get the bluetooth connected. Setting it down on the wireless charging, narrowing his eyes for a second before it pops up showing it was charging, letting out an "ah!" as it does, now he could put his seatbelt on.

❝Okay, pet store.❞

Finally for the little guy, it was going to be his time. Even if technically the new car was also for him, this was going to be his time where he gets to run around and get stuff that he'll enjoy. Pulling off the lot with a content sigh, it felt so nice to be able to drive without keeping an eye on eighty other things, and to not have that fear of breaking down on the side of the road 'cause the engine finally failed.

❝What do you think so far?❞

“ Oh, okay. Word. ”

Eros gives a little nod before heading inside with the puppy and finding a place to seat. Not that he minds waiting, it just feels a bit awkward, he supposes. Though, he knew that, right? It'd be a bit weird just sitting by himself. Especially when one of the other salespeople tried talking to him and he had to shake his head and assure them he was just waiting. Why would he want a car in the first place? He had his own mode of transport!

Meant that he could look at his phone and watch videos with the little puppy in his arms.

Finding ways to entertain yourself became a bit harder when you knew that someone else was going to be coming any minute to tell you it was time to go. All that aside, he at least had his headphones so he could watch the videos in peace and alert anyone else that he didn't really want to interact with them.

He gives a little wave when Mason passes by and then goes back to what he was doing. Giving the pup water when it seems he's getting hotter. Taking care to make sure everything's alright before he settles back in on his phone. Quiet until he hears that jingling and he's laughing as he gets up.

“ Tha's nice of ‘em. I c’n bring th' – yeah, I c'n bring th' car 'round, no worries. ”

He hands over the puppy before getting the keys so he could do that. At least it would be the last time he was driving and having issues with Mason's car. Not that it was – awful, but it was certainly hard to deal with when it was hotter.

He'd head over to wear he parked and make quick work of getting it around so that they could clean it out. Huffing softly as he had to finagle his way out so as not to burn himself on the makeshift handle that let him back out.

#lovesfolly #🩸 / im doin too much research into this car like im actually buyin one 😭#🩸 / also mason choosing a suv after months of research bc its a /family/ suv and hes thinkin about his future i need to be put down

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