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MOVIE RANT " the ugly truth" (spoilers)

Saturn/solar woman and ketu/jupiter man dynamic

Watching this movie again and omgg the lead male (gerard butler as Mike) is so mula coded , mula men are the type to be acting like oh they're so brutally honest and real while also being the most deceptive mfs 💀 anyways I get the appeal cuz he literally oozes sex and in the movie women were throwing themselves at him , even him as an actor I imagine he gets that alot (the ketu male effect)

But then he met a saturnian/solar woman to challenge him (Katherine heigl as Abby) .. we'll get to that in a bit , first let's talk about the mula of it all 😭

So, more about Mike's character , this man actually pissed me lmao 😩 bro was straight up misogynistic , vulgar and objectifying women .. I can see the vishaka in him for sure w his excessive sexual nature and how he loves pissing ppl off esp women, his delivery is tactless and messy but his charisma makes it work.

There's men who hide their hidden agendas and how they're after sex and then there's men like mike who talk about it openly which makes them seem "honest" not necessarily right but not misleading either

Mula Nakshatra natives, particularly men, do have a reputation for speaking uncomfortable truths and expressing unconventional ideas. This is largely due to the energy of Ketu, the ruling planet of Mula, which is associated with detachment, enlightenment, and breaking illusions

Lets dive more into mula and why mula natives speak ugly truths

Rooted in Truth: The symbol of Mula Nakshatra is a bunch of roots, signifying its connection to the core or root of things. Natives tend to dig beneath the surface and expose what’s hidden, often unearthing unpleasant or harsh realities that others might prefer to ignore. They’re driven by a need to uncover the absolute truth, even if it makes others uncomfortable.

Ketu’s Influence: Ketu is associated with cutting off illusions and attachments. This energy makes Mula natives more focused on higher truths rather than societal norms or emotional niceties. They are not afraid to shatter delusions, even if it’s seen as disruptive.

Unconventional Thinkers: Mula natives often have a rebellious streak when it comes to tradition or societal expectations. They question norms, challenge authority, and bring up topics others may find taboo or uncomfortable. This makes them unconventional in their communication and thought processes. They might say things that are considered too blunt or radical, but it's because they see things from a broader, detached perspective.

In essence, Mula Nakshatra natives are the kind of people who aren't afraid to say what others are thinking but are too polite to express. They reveal truths that people often avoid or deny, and while this can make them seem unconventional or blunt, it’s part of their deep-seated desire for authenticity and transformation.

Mula's truth is subjective when it's stemming from unresolved issues or trauma , mula needs to dig deep and go to the root of the issue in order to find out the actual truth about themselves first and why they think the way they think. Are they operating from trauma and is their personal truth an extension of that? Or is their truth coming from their core being, spiritual and enlightened?

As for Mike in the movie , his views and his personal truth is clearly stemming from hurt, which is why he didn't want to love again

Let's move on to miss Abby

Abby's character is described as this "neurotic control freak" but I actually don't see her that way, I think she just knows what she wants and is assertive about it like in a true saturn woman fashion. We can also see she's a quite idealistic in love and needs her man to fit a specific criteria , we can see that more in the beginning when she's fantasising about her dream man however when she meets Mike , her wounds around masculinity comes up .. he brings out her frustration and aggressive side

Which makes me think, ofc a saturnian/solar woman can spot a ketu man's bullshit from a mile away and call him out for it LMAO like it must be so frustrating being around eachother but there's also alot of sexual chemistry bc of the obvious tension between them .. her being unlike other women like she's not throwing herself at him or seeking his approval made him want her more

In the beginning Mike starts teaching Abby about the art of seduction how to make the guy she's into , Colin (who happens to be a saturnian as well) chase her and desire her by playing into some character and being hard to get. (Ketu men understand feminine energy and attraction which is why they can come off passive and more so on the receiving end of affection and attention from the opposite gender)

Abby's saturn nature (anuradha) resonates w Colin (uttarabhadrapada) which explains why she sees him as a reliable, capable and respectful man .. very much opposite from Mike the mula man LOL

In the context of love and relationships, Anuradha is known for the quest for ideal love. However, this journey isn’t always smooth, as the mythology suggests a constant tension between desire and the discipline needed to maintain harmony.

Search for the Perfect Love: Natives can have an idealistic view of love, constantly seeking the perfect partner or relationship. They may feel like they are chasing after something elusive, driven by a deep emotional need to find someone who truly understands and fulfills them. This quest can sometimes lead to frustration, as they may feel that their expectations are difficult to meet.

A saturnian woman (and any woman being in her feminine nature for that matter) actually benefits more from applying this especially when it comes to dating , raising your standards and even being hard to get will make her more desirable. The moment abby started doing this she got the saturn guy Colin hooked , not only him but Mike as well.

Even tho Abby clearly despised Mike in the beginning ig she couldn't deny the sexual tension but on a deep level it was the fact that mike saw her for who she is (the control freak and her neurotic side) and still fell in love w her , while Colin the saturn guy was totally under the false impression of her being spontaneous and chill LOL , so she broke up w Colin and went for Mike bc he 'accepted her as she is therefore she accepted him as he is' he pushed her out of her limitations which was her idealized image of the perfect partner/man to where she feels more "sexually liberated" and overall open being her true self around him (on the other hand she challenged him to face his fear of commitment and actually be true to his heart and feelings for her , which was kinda cute ngl )

This is where her solar uttaraphalguni energy came thro to me the most, I feel like solar women hate being anything but their true selves , they're not rly good at pretending or manipulating at least not for long , the facade drops quickly as they realize it'll get them nowhere and they feel restricted by this false image

They appreciate people who see them for who they are and love them for it

Final Thoughts:

While the dynamic between an Anuradha (saturn) woman and a Mula (ketu) man may not always be easy, it offers the opportunity for deep transformation. The Anuradha woman’s grounded, disciplined approach can help anchor the Mula man, while the Mula man can inspire the Anuradha woman to break free from limitations and embrace new perspectives. This relationship can thrive if both partners are willing to respect each other’s differences and work towards a balanced partnership based on shared spiritual and emotional growth.

Rant over

[jazzyjj]

Potentially unpopular opinion but I think this discussion came from a panel of the season 1 and 2 cast and director of the show where they discuss the differences in the motivations for Baku and Suho's actions. Baku does everything he does to protect everyone while Suhu does everything he does for Si Eun. And they as well as many in the fandome were saying that the latter is more moving and sweet but personally I disagree.

To be clear I love both these boys but imo doing whatever it takes for the happiness of someone really close to you is expected. Because viewers are so attached to these characters and they were here first it's ofc gonna be seen as the more endearing. Like I get it, however, there's something about completely, selflessly putting your ass on the line for everyone in your life, Gotak, his dad (who sucks) , Si Eun and Jun Tae (who he'd known for like what a month, maybe two), and literally the entire school. Mind you this isn't all good people he's protecting. He's doing it for the bullied, the bullies, the bystanders he's never even spoken to. He did everything he could to keep them out of the Union, protected them when the Union messed with them for it, and when he was forced into it, he didn't move like Seong je and the other leaders, making boys in their school participate in it. He alone would do Baek Jin's bidding and hide behind a smile to his friends and everyone at school that he was fine. That mf was constantly running, fighting, and taking literal crowbars to the temple, just to protect his friends.

Idk dude it's just something about being so unabashedly good, that I find endearing. Again both boys are great but I just think looking beyond the Suho x SiEun of it all that Baku deserves his flowers especially.

[rebo-chan]

Hello, everyone. To today's episode of Tumblr user Rebo-chan loses her mind and assigns each and every Vongola guardian a flower that I have painstakingly searched high and low for (I wish I was being dramatic, I got too invested in this as I worked on it). Is this done in a state of mania? Perhaps, but I am diseased by COVID-19 as we speak and this is what I will do with the time I am meant to be resting with. Nonetheless we must get started. Content under the cut, because I can NEVER make a short post. It's against my core beliefs clearly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi:

The European Orange Lily (Lilium bulbiferum)

My reasoning for this starts with the fact that the "lily" itself has a lot of different meanings, but the important aspect of the lily is that its considered the spring flower and represents often meanings of renewal and rebirth. The very messaging for our sweet boy, a life restarted after he meets his mentor. An orange lily specifically has meanings dipped into warmth, joy, passion (In regards to his devotion to those he loves), 'welcoming' to new opportunities in your life (lol), and most importantly - confidence and pride. Something that he grows to be over the course of his renewal, pride in his friends. Confidence in his strength to protect them. KHR is a story about a nobody becoming somebody strong enough to protect them, even and especially when they falter themselves. It should also be noted that in Hanakotoba (Japanese flower language), orange lilies represent 'revenge and hatred'. Which I think is a factor of Tsuna we can't ignore, as sweet as he is, TYL Tsuna's actions become darker the more you think about them. Tsuna can and has killed when a villain has overstepped too far, and never forget that he just wanted to know "who" Yamamoto's attacker was. For no reason, just to look at him, maybe shake his hand lol. Fr though, that boy's made of fire, both to keep his loved ones warm and to burn their enemies. I think the orange lily fits him nicely.

Also yes, I'll do my best to color-code these flowers~

Gokudera Hayato:

A Red Fressia

So, its quite hard actually to find any sort of 'red' flowers that aren't about some sort of romantic-esque devotion. Just being a red flower inherently puts you in that category of 'passion, love, marriage' meanings when it comes to flowers. It's a real struggle, but luckily he's our only red character amongst the Vongola kids. Okay, so the Freesia is represented by the concept of friendship and ultimate trust. I think it was easier for me to find a flower that represents devotion or duty and tack it on to Gokudera, but I think that's just looking at him on the surface. The story behind the freesia is that the botanist who found them in South Africa decided to name it after his friend as a symbol of their friendship. Very lovely :)<3 For all of Gokudera's dutiful affection for Tsuna, a lot of it is based on the fact that Tsuna was his first friend and the person who he trusted first. His eventual character growth and bonding with the other guardians came as he allowed himself to trust them, when he realized that his 'duty' that he believed to be absolute was above his bonds. Rather, it's his bonds that strengthen his resolve to be the perfect right hand man. Due to the intense representation of friendship and trust, freesias are given to a loved one to represent commitment to them, not unlike Gokudera's commitment to Tsuna and therefore the Vongola family unit. It should also be noted that in Hanakotoba, freesias also have a negative meaning which is childishness and immaturity which I do feel is something that Gokudera has to work through in order to become the best version of himself and has done quite well at by the end of the series. He's our little friendship blossom :)<3 Yamamoto Takeshi: Himalayan Blue Poppy

Let me start this by complaining that 'blue' flowers are so fucking rare, it took me forever to find something matched and was also color-coded with Yamamoto, that didn't dip into too indigo, because of the rarity of a nicely blue flower. To start, blue as a color has all those lovely Yamamoto vibes of being calming, easy on the mind, tranquility, all that beautiful stuff we know Yamamoto to be. (It's almost like Amano color-coded her characters guys..) Poppies themselves got a bit of cultural significance in the West, being the flowers given to WW1 soldiers after they'd passed as a way of remembrance. They're also known for growing in desolate war-torn areas, just a patch of poppies as well as having many soldiers buried with a poppy with them in honor. With that the poppy itself has themes of death, honor, lessons, tradition and remembrance. With Yamamoto’s connection to the Poppy flower, Yamamoto himself is..pretty death-coded. HEAR ME OUT. HEAR !! ME OUT!!!! Varia arc, Squalo ‘dies’ against Yamamoto. Future arc, Tsuyoshi is killed for Yamamoto being involved with the Vongola, Shimon with Yamamoto himself getting nearly killed and then that big moment where he offers to kill Daemon in retaliation for what was done to Kaoru. While not canon as well, the primo fillers are about Yamamoto dealing with the fact he DIDNT kill daisy and how he felt he had to be less easy-natured and actually go for the kills from now on. And of course, his attempt during daily life when he could not do what he loved anymore. He’s VERY death-coded y’all. But the poppy itself isn’t just some omen of death, but the lessons one can gather from those who have passed. Yamamoto’s own battle style is about taking the lessons of those before him who carried Shigure Soen Ryu and then growing upon that to carve a new and improved future for himself and those he cares about. He adapts to their lessons, what Squalo and Tsuyoshi have to teach him. On the fly, continuing the Shigure legacy and creating more moves to eventually pass on to the one that succeeds him. In general, he carries any lessons he has up until the end of the series and tries to never make the same mistake again. Whether that’s his lessons against the Mists he’s battled, his loss against Squalo for not having a proper sword style, and though he doesn’t get a chance against Gamma again, he’s always understood the importance of teamwork. That being said, he’s not just a poppy. He’s a Himalayan Blue Poppy. You see the himalayan blue poppy has a different meaning outside that of the ones that the other poppies do. With its rarity, it also represents success, potential, pursuit of dreams, and possibility.  Yamamoto is the Vongola family’s prodigy, a natural born hitman, the star baseball player on his team. Stuck at a crossroads between his dream and being able to be in a position to protect the ones he loves. An impossibly difficult choice to make, yet Yamamoto handles it with ease. He just won’t choose! He’ll do both! Which fights very nicely with the Hanakatoba meaning of the poppy. “Fun-loving” “A reminder to remember happiness.” Along with general blue color meanings of tranquility, that is Yamamoto to his core, I believe. When things get their worst, he is there to remind everyone that it is never as bad as it feels. To wash away the blood spilled, that is the role of the Vongola Rain Guardian. His crossroad isn’t an issue to him, because that’s not what he fights for! He fights to make things easier for everyone, so they may remember happiness. That sort of thing doesn’t exactly need him to make a choice on his path. Now, does it? If he’s forced to choose, he will just carve out new possibilities for himself and the ones that he loves with the lessons he’s learnt. 

Lambo Bovino: Green Envy Zinnia

Contrary to the title, the green envy zinnia has nothing to do with envy. Quite the opposite, actually. The zinnia itself represents endurance (HEAR. ME. OUT LOL), lasting affection, joy, and various other things. So, the zinnia is super fucking tough, again hear me OUTTTT. They bloom all the way from springtime to autumn, something pretty unheard of from flowers which gave them their meaning. A green envy Zinnia specifically represents growth or a journey. Wishes of a healthy and successful growth. And I believe that is the hope for Lambo, as he progresses through the series. He is quite literally a child, both himself and TYL. But that’s just the thing for him, to the one that chose the guardians (Iemitsu, it’s very implied that it was Iemitsu), Lambo is an INVESTMENT. And a correct one if twenty years old Lambo was anything to go by. Not only that, the zinnia represents a joyous endurance. This doesn’t have to be painful for him, and it’s not as he’s allowed to both be a kid in Tsuna’s care while also holding on tight when told to stay out of the fight. (“You have to take the younger me wherever you go, he wants to go with you.”). And as a bit of an angsty little hehe on my part, the zinnia also represents missing those who have passed, that you remember someone and love them even now that they’re not with you. (“Seeing you all again, I thought the day would never happen. It’s making me emotional.”) Honestly, judging by how Lambo fights when he gets the opportunity to properly do it, he just isn’t weak. Destroying Kikyo’s box animal, fighting against Ooyama, and of course against Levi too. In Hanakotoba, the Zinnia represents loyalty. He is their youngest blossom, enjoying being around the one he considers a brother with hidden potentials to grow into someone with the ability to be Vongola’s shield. If the ones he loves ever make it to see that sight, of course. 

Ryohei Sasagawa: Yarrow (Achillea millefolium) 

Okay, so the yarrow is first of all a funky flower. If you’ve never seen OTHER colors of the yarrow flower, I implore you to google it. Especially the red ones? Why are you so pretty? Lucky enough for this flower (and me I’m starting to lose my mind here, this was a much bigger task than I thought it would be) the different colors don’t change the meaning of the flower here which is neat. It also unfortunately has no hanakotoba meaning either. So, anyway. The yarrow. It represents a warrior’s bravery, protection, and healing. The healing comes from the fact that its a commonly used herb for bruises, cuts, and sprains. There’s also huge folklore around it which affects its scientific name, as Achilles used yarrow to take care of the men he was in charge of. This flower was also used as a ward against evil, where people would hang this outside of their homes in order to protect them from evil getting inside. A superstition developed around this leading to Yarrow to be named the devil’s nettle to refer to the belief that the devil would come around and shake the yarrow that people hung up due to wanting to curse them. This flower also represents strong everlasting love, to the point where a little tradition propped up where people would shove this flower up their nostrils whenever they had a nosebleed so if they dreamt about their crush it meant that they liked them back lol. Yall there was so much rich lore on this flower, it’s super neat. More than I could fit in here. Anyway, I’m sure yall see the connection with Ryohei acting as the group older brother, being the motivating factor for them. He was the first to go up during Varia arc and set the tone for the rest of the battles, that the Vongola would win. Last to show up during future, representing that all of them had finally been reunited. A draw against Aoba, again the very first battle, almost symbolizing HOW shimon would end. He’s the strength in their arms, acting as the last person to leave in future arc until they were ready to go. Taught them and helped lead them to make decisions during that arc. It’s almost his duty to protect the younger ones, even getting up on Hibari’s case in the fillers for not helping out his younger classmen. We can’t even dismiss the way he would prefer to shield Kyoko from everything that they go through, and getting aggressive with Tsuna when Tsuna broke something he thought both of them saw eye to eye on.  Not much rattles him, honestly if you pay attention to his scenes, only getting the most nervous and agitated TRULY when he fears he won’t be able to protect someone (Asking Tsuna how Kyoko reacted to the news, Tozaru getting on his case about Lambo coming to the battle) Otherwise, he’s his happy loud confident self ready to tackle on anything for the sake of the family. Destroying the misfortune that attacks the family with their own body, the yarrow represents that duty well. For every bruise the younger one gets, Ryohei has the ability to heal it. For every fear, Ryohei tackles it first. Acting as a ward and protector for his family. Hibari Kyoya

Clematis (Etoile Violette)

Clematis is a climbing flower, to start with. One of those flowers that grow along walls and vines. It’s a very adaptable flower, able to work with various environments and thrive amongst them. They’re known as the traveler’s joy, meant to wish travelers good luck and act as protection to those who pass by them. While also having a more negative reputation, having “killed” other plants by outcompeting them considered having done the devil’s work. (The plant is actually considered invasive aha oops) The clematis though, itself represents mental fortitude, cleverness, and the ability to find hope in perilous situations. Hibari himself, I mean just that back and forth reputation is just him, no? Acting as Namimori’s protector, keeping a watchful eye on the town while also being utterly terrifying for Namimori students and almost overwhelming to those competing with him. (Dino will only find escape from Hibari in death, Mukuro is the same) But, he is also undoubtedly Vongola’s wall. Similar to Ryohei, not once throughout the series really and truly faltering. The clematis itself with its representation in mental fortitude can be given to someone when they need mental strength. I think the best way to represent this is directing you to that moment in Shimon arc when Tsuna, while not physical beaten, had been mentally tormented by everything that had happened and Hibari came to his battle to Adel. A simple, but strong “Little animal, your face right now is dull. Watch my fight.” It’s in that fight Tsuna gets his mental strength back, being given a hint to answer the question he’s been stressing and faltering over. Then there’s future arc, having been the only one TYL Tsuna trusted with the plan. Kokuyo Arc, Gokudera seeing an already defeated Hibari and taking him to the battle. Varia arc, the gang realizing that if Hibari is fighting next then they may have already won it and refusing to succumb to the poison in the sky battle. Rainbow arc, Tsuna considering them in that list of people he “just expects to help him.” He has the ability to be their hope, to be another factor of their strength. Where Ryohei is holding them up on the physical aspect, Hibari is absolutely their mental strength. (Isn’t it charming that the two eldest are the pillars of their group? I think it is). Also, in Hanakotoba, the clematis represents moral beauty and order. And that’s just the kinda man who could run something like the discipline committee, isn’t? The special thing, finally is that the etoile violette represents a sense of freedom from troubles. A free man, unchained himself and choosing to help those younger than him. Sometimes for the thrill of a battle, sometimes to actually help them with the reputation of a devil. Unpredictable, but still trusted.  It’s the sky that allows the clouds to roam freely, but even someday that sky will be beaten to death. 

Chrome Dokuro

Lupine (Blue Bonnet)

The Lupine flower is before anything else, a second chance at life. A recovery from one’s trauma and the admiration that comes from that. Its gratitude and kindness put into one. There’s a legend around the lupine flower about a land full of drought where Native Americans had believed would be saved by selflessness and yet no one had come forward to do anything, until a young girl came forward and offered the last of her possessions. The rain came to fall at her sacrifice, and hundreds of lupines had blossomed from the ground saving the tribe from drought and hunger as the seeds of the Lupine could be harvested to be eaten. The Lupine represents that the world will always give back if you are willing to help. Chrome, from her introduction, is told to be a girl who has nothing. With two parents who want nothing to do with her and no friends by her side. She runs forward to save a kitten and is gravely injured. With neither of her parents willing to help her, Chrome wonders if she is going to die here but is offered a deal by Mukuro. It’s here that Chrome is offered her second chance and she spends the whole series trying to return the favor to Mukuro. All while healing from her own trauma, the type of trauma that “no one could care about her”, as she is offered food and bonds from Tsuna, Kyoko, Haru, I-pin, Bianchi, Hibari, and so many others. It's in her second chance that she gets to experience what life truly had to offer her, as thank you for her continued selflessness. It’s that gratitude that she represents and the never-ending desire to give when she doesn’t accept Mukuro’s assistance anymore with her organs because she can no longer give him anything now that he’s out of Vindice Prison. She resolves that she will become someone who can protect the people she and Mukuro like. Her confidence isn’t perfect and she falters quite a bit, not believing that her powers are as great as those around her. But, that’s okay, because her goodness has brought her to people who have got her back until she can figure herself out. She has Mammon to correct her when her illusions are seen through that they are well made, but she’s just dealing with professionals and that’s why they’re seen through. There’s Tsuna who relies on her blindly, never doubting her strength to protect them as he asks her to act as defense during Shimon arc and protect Enma from his attack. Alongside with Fran, she is trusted to protect Yamamoto and Gokudera in the final battle against Vindice and taken with Tsuna against Jaegar. She has a lot of space to continue growing, but Lupin also represents voracity and happiness in Hanakotoba. She has her second chance to learn all about that, or as Mukuro put it to her, “An ending is merely the beginning of another cycle.”

Rokudo Mukuro

Aconitum (Wolfsbane)

Wolfsbane is also referred to as Monkshood. This is another one with pretty rich lore with its connection to werewolves. It’s referred to as “queens of the poisons” and has a pretty negative message to it on the outside. First of all, this thing’s poison? TOUGH AS HELL. Delirium, frothing at the mouth, vision impairment, and of course the classic coma<3 It’s got an uncanny resemblance to what rabies actually looks like. Fun, right? Okay, fr though onto its meaning. Wolfsbane is an omen that danger is nearby, not unlike the unnerving feeling Tsuna gets whenever he senses Mukuro nearby. Said to have come from Hell itself, the saliva that has dripped down from Cerberus himself. Not unlike our sweet boy. But, being an omen does not always represent something bad. Is he bringing the danger to you, or is he warning you of the true danger that lies past him? It’s a little bit of both. Aconitum represents concealed wisdom and caution in decision-making. But it also DOES represent protection, a proper and true warning of the dangers of the wild. That beauty does not always mean safe. For his twisted sense of vengeance and believing that taking over the world is the only way to destroy it for the sake of what was done to him, he isn’t necessarily wrong for being enraged about what happened to him. Yet, despite his hate, he doesn’t drag those who he cares about further down into it than he has to. He sends Ken and Chikusa away when they are going to get caught, he never uses Chrome for anything besides as a vessel to help her, and he says during Rainbow arc that if he forced Fran to continue past his limits he’d be no better than those nasty adults of his past. Aconitum balances sweetly between light and darkness, similar to Mukuro. He won’t admit it, but he cares for those amongst the Vongola. He infiltrates the Millefiore and sends the Vongola information after Tsuna’s death, he helps Chrome form a barrier around Enma so he could be safe from Tsuna’s X-Burner. And, of course he teams up with Vongola’s team during the rainbow arc. These are undoubtedly kind actions,  but when Tsuna gets angry at Mukuro during Rainbow claiming that he didn’t believe that Mukuro was the type to abandon his allies, Mukuro says that that was just his idea of him. Even though it was Chrome ultimately rejecting him, he instead pretended that he really was some big bad heartless person. Definitely, Mukuro is no angel, but also he’s no demon either. He’s.. just a human at the end. The aconitum’s dance with both light and dark, a flower that tries to warn, can be read both good and bad depending on how you look at it. His rejection of his ‘official’ position as part of the Mafia, yet acting as the Vongola Mist Guardian when their goals align. He’s as confusing as the duty he embodies, but he succeeds nonetheless in ensuring the family is untouchable in his deceptions. After all, the best way to fool your enemies is to fool your allies first.

[katrinafromschool]

Fuck it, whatever. It's our day. Try and stop me.

ROBINS RANKED BY HOW LIKELY THEY ARE TO TRANSITION

1. JASON TODD

Definitely the one most in need of a good transing, both in and out of universe. Jason Todd's teenage years were spent trying his best to emulating an entirely different teenage boy that he barely knew. It's a funny case where obviously DC wanted a new Robin to replace the old one because Batman and Robin together is one of the great American concepts like the Golden Arches and Yabba Dabba Doo, but if you take it as its own thing, the idea of having your newly adopted son adopt the same clothes and persona as your older adopted son is pretty wild. One might even say debilitating!

But here's the thing: even after exploding, Jason never stops being other guys. His first instinct is to take the Joker's old schtick, his second is to take Nightwing's schtick, his third is to take a dead alternate version of himself's schtick, his fourth is to take up Batman's schtick, fifth instinct is looping back to Joker's schtick, sixth instinct is taking Wingman's schtick, before looping back again to Joker's schtick for his seventh instinct. From the start, he's only ever copied guys, never tried to create anything of his own. He's an aimless character, both fictionally and really, unable to expand beyond his past to make something his own, because he hasn't really made anything his own. Even now, his entire thing is essentially Less Fun Nightwing.

But none of the other Robins have taken estrogen. She could be a pioneer. More than that, she can expand outside of the masculine molds she constantly forces herself into. It felt like an intentional character trait pre-52 before they solidified Red Hood into a marketable action figure. Before that, Jason was constantly searching for purpose the way all of his writers do now. More than anyone, she needs a new purpose, a new shape to fit into the puzzle of the Bat Family and its tangled web of drama.

In my humble opinion, the way to save Jason as a character in the ongoing comics is making them an antagonist, or woman, or a corpse, or some combination of the three. It's the only way.

2. DAMIAN WAYNE

Anyone that believes Damian's destiny is to become Batman is either a loser and a Thomas. He was made to be a terrible Batman and is doomed to be unless something within him changes. Which luckily, has been the case in recent comics!

On paper, it seems obvious that Damian is torn between the legacy of his father and his mother, but it's really more of the legacy between his father and grandfather. Talia is merely a repetition of a cycle she has unfortunately passed down onto her son. Damian's meant to be the perfect fusion of the Batman and the Demon's Head, heir to both his families. Unless, of course, he chooses a third option.

Estrogen is always an option. And I think it'd be a really sweet culmination of rejecting any predetermined destiny. Much like Jason, Damian exclusively latches onto other mantles, albeit as a birthright. He was made to be Robin, so he could evolve into Batman. At least, this is the thought process what drove him into the hero business. The big thing is that he's had the chance to be Batman, to take that final evolutionary step, but he's always reluctant. He likes his little pupal state and fears blossoming into something bigger. Because being Batman is fucking miserable and he knows this and he's started to consider unmiserable ways to live his life.

Estrogen babyyyyyyy. Mess up those plans. Take that life into your own hands. Make a name for yourself. I'm not just talking a new mantle, give yourself a name that's yours and don't make it some meaningful reference to someone else in your family, fuckin make it beautiful and special. Damian would probably be the most fun option that would anger the most people, so hey, I say go for it.

3. TIM DRAKE

Tim is is mostly just a dude. But like the other two, he's a dude that also emulates other dudes. He didn't think Batman wanted a sidekick, he needed Robin specifically, but unlike Jason, there was far less pressure. He knew he could quit whenever he was ready, he was just never ready until he was forced to quit. He made Robin more of his own thing instead of being a mini-Dick, while he intentionally adopted Red Robin because it was essential a blank slate he could make his own. Just prime superhero mantle real estate, really.

There's also the way Tim is very selective about the masculinity he represents. He definitely sees Robin explicitly as an avatar of masculinity, but he fully rejects the idea of ever being Batman. He rejects the idea of being anything like either of his two dads. Robin is definitely an aspect of himself, but he viewed it as something to grow out of. Unlike any of the others, he has a fairly active social life both in and out of costume with a variety of males and females. (I don't believe he hangs out with a ton of enbies, which may be holding them back.) He has a pretty clear idea on who he is and tries his best not to lose that, at least until life comes crashing down hard and it's difficult to hang onto being anyone.

Unlike the others, I don't think Tim has a lot to personally gain from transitioning. Like personally and in the real world. He's already been deemed by Big Comic to be the Queer Robin, so the change would be marginal in the grand scheme of things. "Oh, I've been figuring out so much about myself, turned out gender was one of those things." "Sure, alright. Big year for ya, huh?" Not that being the Trans Robin wouldn't be an amazing thing to be. There's just probably nothing she has to gain beyond a sweet pair of knockers, which to be fair, is great and is worth it.

4. STEPHANIE BROWN

Maybe she tries out they pronouns a little bit, but I think she's good.

In fact, she might have the most gender affirming journey in comics. Starts off as Spoiler and struggles, takes up the mantle of a boy and loses it, then embraces the mantle of Batgirl and thrives. Also very much makes Batgirl her own thing! She's doing alright. Future State is about as butch as she'll ever be.

Now, this doesn't mean I don't have a lot of thoughts about Stephanie Brown and gender. That doesn't mean I don't thoroughly enjoy messing with her gender. Anyone that reads my Pulitzer Prize winning fanfiction Turn to Stone knows that. #plug #shamless

5. DICK GRAYSON

Dick is unfortunately a straight cis man and he simply has to live with this.

You wanna talk about self-actualization? Don't get me wrong, Dick's a mess, but there's not really anything he'd change. He was a boy and became a man! Not only was he a boy and not only is he a man, he's the boy and man everyone tries to emulate. He's the pedestal of masculinity just as much as Bruce. He's the guy that emerged from the pupa and became a beautiful butterfly. He was Batman for a bit and was pretty good at it, didn't even lose himself because he was kinda used to all this already.

He's a guy! If you gave him estrogen, he wouldn't change a bit.

BONUS ROUND: CASSANDRA CAIN

I have thoughts.........and ideas....but I'm not telling you........

[hapfish]

I have thoughts. Entirely self indulgent thoughts, but thoughts nonetheless.

Some close ups:

[blizwolfthewolf]

My wife is appalled at me for eating stir fried shrimp with the ahell on and I need to know how many people do this

[sizzy-ling]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63722188/chapters/165876004

Sneak peek;

“I know it’s hard for you, but do try to act like a civilized human being,” Pitts said, his voice perfectly measured. Knox knew better. Knox could read the exasperation behind his words.

“Bite me, Penhallow.”

Pitts tsked, shaking his head. “You definitely have a biting kink.”

And then – slowly, deliberately - his eyes flicked to Knox.

Knox had the sudden, overwhelming urge to deck his best friend.

[0fantasma0]

Petals to Thorns

Summary: Taking place just a few short years after the events of the 10th Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow has found respect and prestige serving as a Gamemaker. With his help, viewership in the Capitol is at an all-time high. Coriolanus has never felt more focused, more in control, more ready to continue his journey to restore his family’s great name. His hard work on the 14th Hunger Games is sure to prove that. But when a seemingly unremarkable tribute manages to escape Coriolanus’ meticulously built arena unscathed and victorious, he finds himself enraged and infatuated.

You may have escaped the Games but will you be able to hide the truth behind your victory?

Warnings: dubcon, stalking, manipulation, possessive behavior, canon typical violence

The sterile air of the infirmary makes your nose twitch. You had spent a handful of days in this room, but the smell still made you nauseous. The morphling tablets that felt chalk on your tongue and lead in your stomach weren't helping either. You knew it was better than feeling your cracked ribs with every breath. But there was an overwhelming part of you that almost wished you hadn’t taken them in the first place.

You should be suffering right now.

A quick knock at the door pulls your attention from the skin you had been mindlessly picking at. You wipe the blood from the scabs on the white blanket below. Not caring about the crimson streak it leaves in the perfectly tucked-in linen.

An unfamiliar face in a gray Capitol uniform stands rigid in the door frame.

“We’re ready when you are. Your team is already at the train station.”

“I’m ready.”

You don’t recognize the voice that floats out of your mouth in a cracked whisper. You couldn’t remember the last time you spoke. It must've been when you were still in the arena.

The bandages that are wrapped expertly around your midsection make it almost impossible to stand up gracefully. It takes several tries to steady yourself before you can begin wobbling behind the uniformed man. Even then, your knees threaten to give way underneath your weight. Walking was another thing you hadn’t done since your time in the arena.

The effects of the morphling finally begin to wash over you as you climb into the car meant to take you to the train station. Sinking into the plush leather seat with a shaky breath, you embrace the warmth spreading across your skin.

And as the beauty of the Capitol began to fade from your window, you found yourself not far behind.

It’s not long before you can’t feel anything at all. Not your broken ribs, not the raw skin from your picked scabs, even the buzzing in your head lulls into a dull hum. If not for the jostling of the moving vehicle, you would have thought you were floating.

The urge to nod off is strong, with the morphling now steadily flowing, but the screech of the car’s brakes brings you back. Looking out the tinted glass, you can finally see the enormous train station. A beautiful stone building that made your own District’s station look pitiful.

It was pitiful.

Pathetic, insufficient, inadequate.

All words that could accurately describe the state of your District and how you were currently feeling.

If nothing else, the parcels to be given out back home for your victory should help.

The Peacekeeper who escorted you opens the door and extends his hand to help you out of the car. You thank him as you steady yourself on the sidewalk. The warm sun on your face feels heavenly, but the bright light bouncing off seemingly everything is debilitating.

What’s that noise?

It sounds like yelling? No, no, chanting, maybe?

It doesn’t fully register until the car pulls away that the sound is emanating from the station. Carefully, you climb the smooth stone steps one at a time. With each step, the muffled voices become more decipherable.

Your name.

Reaching the halfway point of the seemingly unending series of stairs, you are greeted with what must be hundreds of beaming Capitol citizens. Their cheers only grow louder as they realize the object of their cheering has finally materialized. Peacekeepers line the doors to the station, keeping the surging crowd at bay.

You’re thankful for the Peacekeeper behind you gripping your upper arm and making you march forward. Staring blankly into citizens' faces before you, your eyes bounce from one face to the next. Their manicured hands were frantically outstretched, begging for just a brush of fingertips.

They looked nothing like the folks back home.

Their cheeks were full, eyes bright and well-rested, skin seemingly scrubbed clean of imperfections; even their clothing was immaculately tailored. Not one thing was out of place. There is not one distinguishable flaw you could find on any of them.

It felt like a spit to the face, almost like you were being taunted.

Did they do it on purpose? To remind you of what you’ve always known?

That you were still the same District scum you were before you entered the Games.

Just lucky District scum.

More questions swarm as you feel the Peacekeeper become agitated at your lack of movement.

Did they know hunger? Did they know pain? Did they bury their dead in unmarked graves? Did they kiss their children goodnight, fearing they wouldn’t wake in the morning?

Selfishly, you wish they did so they could feel a fraction of the pain perpetuated throughout your home.

Ultimately, you understood that sort of suffering was confined to the Districts.

Your brain finally catches up with the rest of you, and you begin moving up the last few steps to the station doors on your own. A weary smile twitches at the edge of your lips as you try to meet eyes with as many people as possible.

Continuing your journey deeper into the train station, the crowd does not dwindle much. Men, women, and children lined up on either side of the station, all pining to get a glimpse of the victor of the 14th annual Hunger Games. A tight line of gray uniforms was holding up the front of the crowd.

You’d never thought you’d be grateful to see so many Peacekeepers and Capitol officers.

It’s a short walk to your train, but the endless sea of people makes it feel that much longer. You feel the hand on your upper tighten, bringing you to a halt.

A stern warning to not wander is muttered before the Peacekeeper walks towards the train car. You smooth out the arm of your dress. You can still feel where he was digging into your skin.

Asshole.

At that exact moment, you can feel the room become that much smaller. The cheering begins to mesh together in your ears like television static, and you can’t tell if its because of the pills or if you’re going to have a heart attack.

If the Capitol citizens could see your suffering, they didn’t make it known. If anything, they were only getting louder, more restless.

Did they have to take time off work to be here? Did they even work? It didn’t matter. What did matter is that you would never hear the end of it if you snubbed the citizens in your last few moments in the Capitol.

Just pick someone, you coward. Just one.

With the confidence of the potent painkillers flowing through you, you scan the crowd for a moment before walking over to a young blonde woman holding a small child. You politely ask the two Peacekeepers who were maintaining the crowd directly in front of the pair to let you see them unobstructed.

“Hello there,” you direct your greeting more toward the toddler in the woman’s arms. His hair and eyes are the same shade as the woman holding him. His meaty little fist seemed to find a home in his mouth, drool sliding down his chin. “What’s your name?”

Instead of a reply, the tiny human lets out a squeal. Pulling his wet fingers out of his mouth to point at you before twisting and squirming in his mother’s hold.

“Would you like to hold him?” A bubbly laugh erupts out of the woman. Her voice was kind and sweet, like the berries back in your District.

Of course, they even sound perfect.

“I’m not sure—“

“Please hold him! It would be an honor.” The small child was now dangling awkwardly in front of you. His arms mimicked his mother’s outstretched position, tiny fingers grasping at the air.

You could feel the eyes of what seemed like the entire Capitol burning into your skin, all waiting with bated breath to see what you do next. It’s not until you go to wipe the sweat from your palms on your dress that you realize you’re shaking.

It's just a baby.

Maybe if you squint, you could pretend he was just a sack of wet, smelly, squirmy potatoes.

Just take the fucking baby.

Carefully, you pull the boy from his mother. His wiggling stops as you tuck his legs into your side, his butt sitting on your hip. The hand, not supporting his weight, lays across his tiny torso. A gesture that looks affectionate but also hides the fact that your hand is about to shake out of its skin. You were expecting him to weigh more. Cypress was much heavier—

Oh, Cypress.

As desperately as you tried to push the boy from your mind, that action became harder the closer you got to returning home. How were you to face his mother? It seemed wrong, shameful even, to return to the District without him. You didn’t even know what they had done with his body. You remained hopeful that he had already been returned to District 7, where he could be buried with his father.

Like the child in your arms could sense the inner turmoil brewing beneath the surface, his golden curls tickle your cheek as his head rests in the aperture that connects your neck to your shoulder.

The sound of cheering brings your attention away from the little boy’s porcelain face. It takes a moment to realize the cheering is once more directed at you. The child’s gesture of comfort has sent the Capitol citizens into a fit. You hear voices behind you begging frantically for you to turn around so they may catch a glimpse.

So you do.

A brief flash of a camera sends you reeling back. You bump into one of the uniformed men separating you from the crowd before quickly regaining your footing again.

To you, holding this child was relatively insignificant. People held other people’s children all the time in District 7.

So many, like yourself, were raised not by their parents but by others. Many were lost in the Dark Days, but the lumber yards and paper mills have no shortage of dangers.

To the polished Capitol citizens, you were sure this scene was probably the equivalent of a zoo animal showing love for a human.

A lopsided smile creeps on your face as the blonde-headed baby begins to belly laugh at all the commotion. Finding yourself getting lost in his features again, you almost miss a Peacekeeper coming into your view. He leans close to your ear so he doesn’t have to yell over the cries of onlookers.

“There is someone who would like to speak with you before you board.”

You nod deftly before spinning back to face the boy’s mother. He makes his displeasure known at the change of position with a cry and a kick of his legs.

“He’s beautiful,” your hands begin to tremble once more. “You must be a great mother if he’s so tolerant of strangers.”

“He’s a very picky baby, unfortunately. Just means you have a natural talent.” The young woman muses, the small boy starting to squirm in her arms once more. “By the time your children compete in the Games, they'll be quite the forces of nature I’d imagine.”

Her tone is friendly, but you pause at her words.

My children? Competing?

You weren’t sure if the bubble forming in your throat was that of a laugh or a scream. You hadn’t even begun to consider the possibility of having children, let alone them being trapped in the same hell you freshly escaped from.

While holding that baby and getting lost in the cheers and cries of excitement, you had almost forgotten what you were.

District scum.

You abruptly turn away from the mother and child. Fearing if you look at them any longer, you might launch yourself across the barrier and prove all the things they say about people from the Districts true. You trail closely behind the Peacekeeper as he leads the way You squeeze your eyes shut as they start to burn with the threat of tears. The sound of citizens behind you pleading for one last look makes you squeeze them shut tighter. They could beg all they wanted. They already have taken enough of you.

If you never saw another one of their perfect faces again, you would die a happy soul.

The gray uniform in front of you clears his throat as he steps to your right side.

“Miss this is—

“Coriolanus Snow.”

A cold, calculated tone cuts him off. Following the sound, you attach it to the figure standing directly before you.

Immediately, you recognized his face.

A Gamemaker.

You only saw it a handful of times, but it’s not one you forget.

His hair was a golden blonde that, from some angles, appeared almost white. You couldn’t tell if his eyes were blue or gray from where you were standing, but they were razor-sharp. You finally fix your gaze on the expensive fabric he has chosen to wear. A beautiful deep red that only further accentuated his objectively handsome appearance.

God, you were gonna be sick.

“On behalf of the Gamemakers, we wanted to congratulate you personally on your valiant performance.” He grins widely, but his voice tells another story.

He knows. He knows what you did.

“Well, you folks certainly didn’t make it easy.” Your smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes as you thank him for his flattery.

“I can assure you it didn’t appear that way,” Coriolanus remarked pointedly, “You ended the games before they even truly began. An impressive display, I have to admit. Even if it did come at the cost of this year’s game looking rather undeveloped and juvenile.”

“Perhaps I misunderstood. The finer details always seem to get lost on me. But I thought that’s what it was? A juvenile’s game.”

“Careful.”

The air felt torrid between you two.

The sweat sliding down from under your bandages, making your dress stick to your skin, making you acutely aware of your body. You know he could probably see the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you tried to suck in as much air as possible discreetly. The aching pain in your ribs had returned, radiating up your chest and into your back, making it feel almost impossible to fill up your hungry lungs.

You were deteriorating quickly.

Careful.

Careful? What did that even really mean?

You’ve found that people in the Capitol don’t always like to say what they’re thinking outright. Always vague warnings, vague advice, vague backhanded compliments. Yet another glaring difference between the life and the people of the Capitol compared to that of your District.

Nobody has time for that shit in 7.

You wanted to excuse yourself and get on the train already. You could see the open train car door to your right practically screaming your name.

But something about the Gamemaker in front of you kept you planted in your spot.

Feeling the need to squirm, you dig your nails into your hand to ground yourself. Perhaps, you were being rude. Misinterpreting his tone and mistaking his compliments as animosity. He did take time out of his day to come to see you personally.

Talk. Speak. Thank him again. Something. Anything. You look suspicious.

“What… parts of the Game did you make?” It sounded so stupid when it finally came out. But it was better than the silence you were being smothered in. Coriolanus hums before revealing his perfect set of white teeth.

“All the entertaining ones.”

Fuck this guy.

The Gamemaker seems satisfied with your silent reaction. He doesn’t get to bask in it for long before the silence is broken by a Peacekeeper letting you know that it is time to board.

Coriolanus extends his long fingers out towards you. You hesitate before you take his hand into yours. His grasp is vice-like, thumb pressing deep into the back of your hand. He leans forward, taking up even more of the finite amount of space that separates your bodies.

“It was a pleasure having you compete in this year's games,” He was so close you could feel his breath against your hair. “I do hope we meet again.”

Before you can even protest or think twice, the fire of your repressed anger and grief creeps its way up your spine and out your mouth.

“As do I, Coriolanus.” Your head dips to the side as you rake your eyes from his shiny shoes to his piercing gaze. “Perhaps in the meantime, you can find a game you can beat me at.”

You don’t wait for his response before you turn to your right and walk onto your train. You knew there could always be consequences for disrespecting a Gamemaker.

But what more could they take from you?

The train was a massive upgrade from the boxcar you were transported in a few days earlier. You ignore the call to sit with your Escort and Mentor. There would be plenty of time to talk to them. Instead, you wobble down the train until you reach an open door with a small cot built into the wall.

A glorified bench with a pillow and blanket, but that was all you needed.

Gently, closing the door behind you, you feel your shoulders begin to shake as the hot tears are now freely flowing down your face. Your head finds the cold pillow, muffling the sounds of your anguish. The lurch of the train and the shrill of the wheels moving on the tracks gives you all the permission you need to begin wailing.

I just need to get home. Things will get better at home.

Thanks for being here!!!

{Chapter Two}

[thevoidstaredback]

So, I've been all but binge watching Miniminuteman on youtube, and Milo has single handedly reinvigorated my love for archeology and the ancient world. I've always loved mythology and the influences it has on modern and ancient peoples. (I've also wanted to start a YT channel for a while as (hopefully) another source of income) I'm a storyteller through and through, and I love - not necessarily teaching, but - telling people about what I love. So, I figured, with Milo's probably unintentional inspiration, what if I start a YT channel talking about modern and ancient mythologies?

Thoughts?

[hotheadedhero]

If it couldn't be guessed, I'm also a big fan of Spider-Man (hence my Velvet Weaver story) and it got me thinking if I should apply the same concept to the other Bay Turtles

I kinda had this thought before when I was writing it out but sort of said no to myself because I didn't want to run the risk of the stories being too repetitive ya know?

Thing is, if people showcase enough interest and you guys like the sound of a various Bay Turtles x Spider-Reader then I'd be happy to give it a go!

Lemme know what you think <3

[corpulentfatfurs]

// so how we all feeling about toriumi?

Artist is donmonan on twitter/x

[becausevan118]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Bobby Nash, Howie "Chimney" Han Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Jealous Evan "Buck" Buckley, Feelings Realization, Eddie Diaz is a Tease (9-1-1 TV), Sexual Tension, Self-Worth Issues, Buck just wants to be loved, Clingy Evan "Buck" Buckley, Gay Disaster Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), possesive buck Summary:

The one where Buck finds out Eddie has other friends than him, and gets insanely jealous (in a healthy, cute, teasing way).

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

Arthur didn’t miss the militarisation; he chose to omit that information : a word salad

I don’t think there’s a single mistake in movie history that has riled up this many people as arthur darling missing militarisation of Fischer. It’s (beautifully, always) taken as the moment eames shows arthur “it’s okay bb I love you” in all the fics ever (keep doing that please it’s my jam) and over the past 13 years people have been toying different ideas trying to figure out the reason for the best point man in the industry to miss such important detail of the job.

nobody asked, but here’s my two cents on it.

But first, lemme briefly mention the theories I have seen so far in the fandom regarding this

1. Arthur missed it. Just as it’s portrayed in the movie. He’s just human and humans are bound to make mistakes. There’s no mystery/backstory/explanation; he just missed it. cause even tho he strives to be, he isn’t 100% perfect.

(it’s very possible, but where’s the fun in this explanation cmon)

2. Arthur missed it cause he was too burned out by the long two years of babysitting cobb and he was too busy in inception job itself playing mentor to Ariadne while doing his point man duties

(I agree. totally. He needed to be wrapped in a blanket and fed cookies 30 seconds in to the damn movie)

3. Arthur didn’t miss it. He hid the fact intentionally to con the team. He was double crossing cobb/Eames and was actually helping cobol/CIA so he made the job difficult by keeping it a secret

(I’m not overly fond of this explanation, and it’s doesn’t ring true with the canon, but I see the appeal. The whole eames/arthur enemies to lovers extravaganza *chefs kiss*)

4. Arthur didn’t miss anything. Fischer wasn’t militarised. The projections were cobbs, including that giant ass train.

(Im not smart enough to completely understand this explanation but it’s a big brain idea *applause*)

so.. now onto the silly little idea I had.

(this could very well be an already discussed idea, I’m waaaaay late to the party, but I just haven’t come across it so far. Please bear with me if you’ve mentioned/seen someone mention it anywhere)

What if..what if it was arthur himself who militarised Fischer. What if it’s a job he did while running around the world with cobb and he did it from everyone?

in actual, real world, country hopping, funding lawyers, paying for law suits and funding for two kids actually need a truckload of money. While the Miles couple must’ve helped with some of those expenses, there must’ve been a huge amount of balance for cobb to cover, and despite being a runaway dad, cobb must’ve tried his best to make things at home were going smooth at home, taking as much jobs he could get, even the riskier and shadier ones.

however, with his mind falling apart and mal being not so lovely, there must’ve been a moment the efforts just weren’t enough. Cobb wouldn’t have mentioned it or more likely, wouldn’t have even noticed it, cause if the movie is any indication, the tabs must’ve been kept by a certain very meticulous point man.

arthur ,more than anyone else, knew how much cobb wanted to see his children and how hard he was trying to get his name cleared and get back to them. so, letting cobb know that he wasn’t dong enough as a father and a protector was definitely out in arthurs book.

so what if, while pretending for both his and cobbs sake that everything was just fine, arthur started taking up extra work to fill out those gaps? certainly not heavy inception-level work, but the ones which would only require a point man or just an architect. jobs without too much trouble, almost legal and which could be done in between jobs.

and arthur wouldn’t have minded missing a few nights sleep here and there, if it meant the lawyers keeping the feds off cobbs back were paid and happy. he knew his best friend was already beating himself up for mal, both the real life person and the projection and leaving such young kids alone, so even when cobb grumbled about research being completed late, arthur never let cobb know it’s cause he’s also handling another jobs research and add to the staggering weight of guilt his friend carried.

so what if, militarisation of Fisher was one such run-in-the-mill job that was done in super secrecy? Arthur was consulted when fishcer senior fell ill, arthur flew in (stateside), met Robert barely once, did the job and flew back.

when inception came along, arthur was obviously in a nice little pickle and he knew he had to talk cobb out of it (in the movie, we could see arthur being wary of inception from the get go, and while the extreme chance of utter failure could’ve been the reason, this could also be the reason why he didn’t wanna go through with it *cue stabby salad scene*) there was no way arthur could tell this to cobb without hurting him as then he would’ve had to explain all the rest to him as well.

being the point does mean he has to know it all, but it never says the others also have to know as much he does. so arthur keeps it hidden, but takes all the precautions; he makes sure everything is planned well and that everyone is trained in gun combat ( even the first class flight attendant specially the first class flight attendant ), knowing that worse that could happen would be dying in a dream, which for arthur, only meant waking up at that point. arthur was sure they could go thru with it cause as he says in the movie “it’s nothing they haven’t dealt with before”.

I love the level of calmness arthur was exuding when cobb tears him a new one and while it could be simply because arthurs life long experience of dealing with cranky cobb, there was also this hint of resigned “I’ve been expecting this” nature to his demeanour that was too calm, even for arthur. He tries to calm cobb down in the most placating manner cause Arthur must’ve decided that he deserves whatever that’s coming along his way and has been ready to take the blame since day one and tries his damndest to make sure everyone makes it out alive cause he was prepared and was sure. arthur didn’t mind playing the betrayer so that cobb could walk away guilt free out of inception.

however, what arthur never, ever expected was the person he has considered as his closest friend, to betray him and everyone else in the worst possible manner.

[anxiousdragoncollector]

One of my favorite doodles from math class so far

[forlornmelody]

Today's List of Nice Things:

HOLY SHIT. IT'S EXACTLY A MONTH BEFORE I HOP ON A PLANE TO LONDON.

It was so nice to have a paid day off for Labor Day for once. Actually joined a picket line at the nearest grocery store.

The season finale of the second series of Staged is the best episode of the series. I will die on this hill.

I am finally through the 100 page slog of Tolkien obsessing with the life cycles of Elves. It was literally 100 pages of a writer trying and failing to do math. I cannot. But now he's talking about linguistics and I am happy again.

[baisemains]

Sweet Nectar

sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

contains: dom!sevika, sub!reader, food mention, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), praise kink, little bit of dirty talk, sevika and reader are married

description: sevika helps herself to a snack after a long day of working around the house, and the way she eats it makes you hope you’re next.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

sevika masterlist

Curled up on your living room couch with your latest book, you’re in full relaxation mode as you wait for Sevika to finish the yard work outside. She’s been working on the garden for the last couple of weekends and this morning, she told you she’d be done by today.

Taking a sip of the lemonade in front of you, the sliding door opens and your eyes flick up to your wife walking in, hoping this means she’s finally finished. Taking off her muddy boots, she strolls over to the kitchen in only her white undershirt and old pair of jeans, both sullied with dirt.

One of the biggest perks of being married to the woman of your dreams is that you’re able to stare at her all you want, and you are taking full advantage right now. All she’s doing is washing her hand in the sink, careful not to wet her prosthetic, but every little movement causes a ripple effect in her back muscles and a twinge in your lower belly.

After a minute or so, she turns towards you, wiping herself off with a towel, and starts informing you of her work in the garden today, letting you know it was finally completed. You don’t register what she’s saying for a few seconds, too engrossed in the way her forearm is flexing as she throws the towel over her shoulder, the slight sheen of sweat over her face capturing all your focus.

Sevika can tell you’re not really paying attention, you’ve let it be known that her doing housework is a big turn on for you, and honestly, she loves it. She knows the effect she has on you and is soaking it up, feeling the intensity of your gaze all over her.

Continuing her one sided conversation, she turns to the fruit bowl on the counter, looking for a snack and decides on a perfectly ripe orange. Pulling out the wooden cutting board from the lower cabinet, she grabs a knife and slices the orange into four wedges, not having the patience to peel it. She asks you about the book you’re reading as she raises a juicy piece to her mouth, and the sight has your reply fading into a sigh.

Her tongue ever so softly pokes out, catching the corner as she begins applying force and separating it from the peel. Catching it between her teeth, she pulls until the edible portion is sitting between her lips and bites down, juice dribbling down her chin to her neck.

The view is unnecessarily erotic and you squeeze your legs together, suddenly becoming desperate for friction. Your wife resumes eating her snack like nothing is happening, now looking at you expectantly because you still haven’t answered her. When she sees how blown your pupils are, she really begins taking her time, locking eyes with you as more and more fluid covers her face and hand.

By the time she’s done, you’re holding your breath in fear a moan will slip out. The sight of a sweaty Sevika looking at you like she wants to eat you next is too much. Throwing her trash away, she decides not to clean herself off, instead slowly walking over and standing right in front of you. Your legs start parting on their own accord and a knowing smile settles on her face.

“Did you hear what I asked you, baby?”

Looking up at her with hooded eyes and a slightly parted mouth, you don’t even try to pretend you’re not horny as hell. Shaking your head, she leans down, placing her hands on either side of your hips, squeezing the fabric of the couch.

“Mm. Any reason why?”

That causes you to roll your eyes a bit. She loves hearing you talk her up, it boosts her ego like nothing else in the world. You know this, but decide to play dumb for a moment, wanting to tease her the way she did you.

“Not really. Just kinda zoned out.”

“Is that so?”

Sevika then closes some of the distance between you two, noses centimeters apart.

“Didn’t have anything to do with the way you were watching me?”

Your eyes flick down to her lips, seeing that the juice from the aforementioned fruit is still covering the bottom half of her face. It gives you flashbacks to similar activities and almost causes your resolve to break. Inhaling, you slowly lean down, letting the tip of your tongue lick from her chin to her bottom lip, hearing a deep groan.

“Maybe.”

Wasting no more time, Sevika captures your lips in a deep kiss as you wrap your legs around her waist, causing her shirt to slightly rise. The two of you settle into a slow but intense rhythm, tongues sliding against each other and you taste the citrus on hers. Your hands move to rest in her hair and you eventually tug, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth as her eyes open. Deciding that she can take advantage of the space, she starts winding you up.

“If I don’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, angel.”

A whine escapes you, and when you try to close the distance, Sevika backs away just out of reach. Scoffing, you try to pull her to you instead but she’s as strong as she looks and doesn’t move an inch.

“I’m not jealous of an orange Sev, I just, I wanna kiss you, is that so bad?”

“It’s not. I just want you to admit it.”

Whining, you know she’s not gonna kiss you until you give her what she wants, and at this point, your ego is the last thing you care about.

“Fine, I want you to eat me the way you were eating the damn fruit, happy?”

A wicked grin spread across your wife’s face, and you sigh in relief, knowing you’re finally getting somewhere.

“Ecstatic.”

She dips down again, slotting your mouth against yours and a satisfied hum leaves you. After a few minutes of that, the heat between your legs makes itself known and you know you need more.

“Sev, baby, I, ah…”

Her fingers slip beneath your waistband, dragging through your folds before she raises them to her mouth, sucking them clean. You watch the way her eyes shut, how her tongue caresses every inch of skin, and you know you’re the luckiest person in the world. She somehow always anticipates what you need before you can even say it, and you’re getting wetter by the second.

“I know, let me.”

Pushing a finger into you, your back arches off the couch, feeling her pump into you at an even pace. Knuckle deep, she pulls almost all the way out before adding a second one and you’re now grinding down onto her hand, feeling the heel of her palm adding pressure to your clit.

“That feels so good, please.”

Your response was all she needed to hear and a wave of arousal shoots through her veins. The sight of you squirming beneath her, cheeks flushed and clothes in disarray, is everything she wants to see. She captures your lips, kissing you with an urgency she knows you crave.

"Fuck, baby."

She murmurs against your lips, voice low and husky. Her fingers move a bit faster as you moan softly into her mouth. Sevika knows you like the back of her hand and has you writhing in no time.

"Let me hear you."

She’s always loved how sensitive you are. Just the sound of her voice is enough to turn you on but the effect is amplified when she adds that rough edge to it. Your fingers curl around the fabric of her shirt, pulling her down until you’re able to bury your head in the crook of her neck. You let out a shaky breath, lips grazing the underside of her jaw before they rest lightly against her pulse point.

“Sev,” you whine, “I’m close, please, I need you.”

Your desperate voice begging for her is like music to Sevika’s ears. She picks up the pace, grinding her palm down harshly against your clit. You cry out, hips bucking up to meet her hand and your grip tightens on her.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Her free hand lifts from the couch and cups your jaw, maneuvering you so she can capture your mouth in another kiss. You’re on the edge of climax, whimpering into her mouth as Sevika keeps her relentless pace, and when she feels you clench around her, she knows it’s time.

“Cum for me.”

Your brain short circuits, and when she commands you like that, you have no choice but to obey. You bite onto her shoulder to muffle the scream ripping through your throat and your entire body tenses up, legs shaking wildly.

She guides you through your high, slowing her fingers but not stopping until you’re back to laying on the couch. She pulls them out, and before you can protest, presses them to your mouth. You moan softly, wrapping your lips around the digits and tasting yourself. Sevika groans, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

“You okay?”

Blinking down at her, it takes a second for your eyes to focus but then you see the care in your wife’s eyes and you gently nod.

“I’m amazing.”

Pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, Sevika leans forward and begins lifting your shirt.

“Good, cause I’m not done yet.”

She gets rid of your shorts and underwear next, peeling the last layer away slowly and watching the strings of cum stretch until they break. Leaving you completely bare, she pushes your legs apart, seeing the mess you made and audibly groaning.

“Fucking hell.”

Kneeling onto the ground, she grabs each of your thighs in her hands, careful not to be too rough with her prosthetic. Your eyes watch her the entire way, heartbeat thumping with anticipation. Dragging her nose along your inner thigh, the smell that hits her makes her mouth water, and she knows she’s about to enjoy this.

Bumping your clit with her nose causes you to let out a choked gasp, still sensitive from the first round only moments ago. Smiling at your reaction, she makes sure you’re looking at her when she envelops her full lips around it and sucks.

Every touch feels like electricity pulsing through you. Sevika’s eyes never leave yours, watching you closely for any sign that it’s too much, but every twitch and shudder just spurs her on more. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs and her mouth is relentless against your sensitive skin.

"Oh, fuck..."

Those words are all you can seem to utter, over and over again, as she begins to work your swollen clit in circles with her tongue, alternating between long, slow laps and quick, pointed suctions.

She can feel your fingers curling in her hair again. It doesn’t hurt, not at all, but the action lets Sevika know how good this feels, how badly you want it. When she’s in this state, she lives for you like this, wrecked beneath her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she’s locked on your gaze again, feeling you quiver above her.

"You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you, angel? So desperate and needy.”

Nodding rapidly, you sit up a couple minutes later and it takes everything in you to lightly push your wife away.

“Wait, Sev.”

Not expecting that at all, she backs away and looks at you with concern in her eyes.

“Is It too much, are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine, it’s just, I need to see you, can you take off your shirt?”

Realizing what you were getting at, she smirked.

“Of course, baby.”

She reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of her undershirt and pulling it off effortlessly before dropping it to the floor. Her upper body is on full display, and you get all the time you want to greedily roam over every defined muscle.

Your eyes trail from her broad shoulders, down to her full breasts, decorated with the nipple piercings she surprised you with one day. Looking lower, you count each individual ab, her belly button piercing catching the light just right, and bringing your gaze to the thick happy trail that disappears into her jeans. You could cum just from this sight alone.

"Better?”

Glancing up at her, you see the cockiness displayed on her face clear as day, and it is so well deserved. Nodding, you reach up and grip her chin, bringing her into a sloppy kiss before shoving her head down between your legs again. She wastes no time getting back to where she was, treating you like her last meal on earth.

Looking down at your new view, you audibly moan, seeing the blissful look on Sevika’s face and being able to watch her naked back at the same has you inching closer and closer to the edge. Scratching your nails along her shoulders, she moans into you and the vibration has you humping her face.

“I’m close, Sev, just a little more.”

Before you can even tell her what you need, she reaches a hand up and begins playing with your nipple, pulling and squeezing and rolling it.

“Yes! Oh you’re so good to me, baby, fuck.”

Grinding into her face now, Sevika shoves her tongue inside of you and starts reaching for your most sensitive spot, hitting it over and over until you can’t take it anymore. When you start whining ah, ah, ah, she knows you’re about to tip over and takes her hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing it until she feels your body tense up.

The band in your stomach snaps and you flood Sevika’s face, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. By the time you’re done, your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your breath is coming out in short, sharp pants. Sevika slowly pulls away, giving you a chance to come down from your high before gently cleaning you up her tongue, not letting anything go to waste.

When she’s finished, she moves to sit next to you, carefully pulling you into her arms. Wiping her chin and face with the back of her hand, she looks incredibly pleased with herself, and you can see just how much she’s loving your current state of bliss.

A satisfied hum leaves her chest as she holds you close, letting you nuzzle into her neck. One of her hands drifts down to stroke your side, feeling the shiver when her fingers graze along your ribs. She loves being able to touch you like this, comfortable in the intimacy of the moment. You’re draped over her, completely spent, and she’s still on alert in case you need anything.

“How was that?”

Shaking your head, you gently bite the corner of her jaw.

“Delicious.”

Sevika smiles at that and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah? Cause you definitely taste better than that orange, I promise you.”

That gets a laugh out of you, pressing your face into her neck as you slap her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking annoying, I swear,” you tell her with a smile.

Letting your eyes roam, they land on Sevika’s chest, sweaty and slightly heaving. You know she’s worked up, especially after two rounds, and she looks enticing as ever. Needing to return the favor, you lean up and whisper into her ear.

“What do you say…we take this to the room?”

Sliding your hand across her stomach, you curl a finger into the hair there and start playing with her waistband. She looks over at you, pupils widening as she bites her lower lip.

“That sounds good.”

Thinking for a second, you cup her chin, slowly licking into her mouth before standing up and walking towards your shared bedroom.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

While you continue down the hallway, Sevika sits frozen on the couch, taken aback by how quickly you turned the tables on her. Once she recovers, she sprints after you, catching up and throwing you over her shoulder, your giggles being heard through the rest of the house.

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