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widebrimmedhatsblog · 5 months ago

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I’d love to hear your thoughts on the ending!!

I'm soooo sorry nonny. This took 5ever. For some reason, I mentally decided that the completion of this ask would be the end of my Onyx Storm era, and then I didn't want to go near it because I didn't want the book to be done :(. However, I was brave, and I did it. This got insanely obscenely long, so you're getting Xaden's chapter 65 now, and then I'll reblog with Vi's LAST chapter some other time.

Chapter 65: Xaden

Veninism: I think the first thing that comes up in this chapter is the insight into the venin mindset. Xaden's significantly more intense (both than earlier in the book, and in his previous POV chapters). At first, I wasn't a huge fan of the "ice" thing, because I missed the part where he explains it (perks of reading till 5 in the morning) and I thought it was some anachronistic hockey reference. (Fun fact: I wrote this out before Rebecca gave that interview revealing that, yes, it WAS an anachronistic hockey reference. I know that lady WELL.) HOWEVER! The way it's explained here, (essay below the cut)

"Wrath courses like a current under the ice I willingly skate onto, cutting my emotions like the burdens they are so I can be the weapon she needs." (Yarros, 520)

reminds me a lot of a PTSD flashback/trauma event. Not only does this make significantly more sense with the metaphor at hand, but it makes a lot more sense with Rebecca's body of work. I know she's made addiction comparisons, and I can see some lines, but, frankly, I think it's a much more intricate web than a 1-1 metaphor. Especially with the use of the word "triggered" to describe what happens to him when he is "on the ice" as it were, I think (if anything) it's about using an addiction to cope with PTSD-type trauma.

Bond Fuckery: After revealing that Xaden cannot kill the sage himself, he goes on to say,

"I could no more raise a blade to his throat than I could Violet. The bond between Violence and me is the kind of magic that has no explanation." (Yarros, 521)

Which....is weird! Given that we have a precise explanation for said bond in Fourth Wing, maybe something else is going on? #the power of love?? I'm not trying to say they're soul mates in any real tangible way because this is not that kind of story, but I do think it means something. I just don't know what yet.

Further bond fuckery themes are found earlier in the book. There's the entire situation with Andarna leaving, in which Leothan says,

"Bonds are merely magical ties. You are irid. You are magic. Bend it, shape it, break it as you see fit." (Yarros, 443)

I've definitely seem some people floating the idea that perhaps Andarna broke Tairn and Sgaeyl's mating bond, re: Tairn's suspicious period of rest on page 526, (I personally thought he was tired from killing some dragons!) and I definitely think that's a possibility. However, I think it's really interesting that, specifically, Leothan also says bend it and shape it. I know we're supposed to finish the book thinking that Andarna/Leothan severed Violet's bond with Andarna, and then re-forged said bond mid-battle. To me...that doesn't really make sense? There was no real moment where you can say, okay, bond re-forged. It just kind of happens? Which I suppose is also how it happens at threshing, so maybe I'm the problem. Still, I think the idea that perhaps Andarna (or another irid??? given her 1 week of training???) bent or reshaped Tairn and Sgaeyl's mating bond (in order to protect Xaden/Xaden's mission/Violet from the consequences of Xaden's mission) is worth considering.

There's also the entire element of modern AU no magic isles. I know a lot of people thought that entire quest section of the book was filler, but I disagree. I definitely think that insertion was meant to demonstrate that the bonds are not as infallible as we've been led to believe, to show their importance to Xaden and Violet, and to further show just how much Andarna is not like other dragons, and therefore able to do shit with the bond.

Xaden's new brother! Xaden starts off describing the new venin by saying,

"and now that my sage has a new sibling he can use against me...I'm screwed." (Yarros, 521)

Then, he goes on to add:

"...my new brother and the unconscious dragon lying in the valley...how could he do this? Choose this after watching me stumble and fall over the last five months. How could he willingly walk the path I've fought like hell to leave? He's the last person I ever would have expected to turn, and yet here we are." (Yarros, 521)

My money's on Bodhi! There's a lot of "brother" mentions surrounding Bodhi, given the repeated descriptions of how similar he and Xaden look. He's "the closest thing (Xaden) has to a brother since Liam." Garrick even thought Theophanie called Bodhi his brother beforehand! It's Bodhi. Further nuance to Bodhi turning is found, in my opinion, in his frustration with Xaden's over-protection at the end of Onyx Storm. This feeling of impotence combined with something potentially happening to Cuir (re: unconcious dragon lying in the valley/Bodhi puking his guts up wherever that quote is) gives him a reason to turn.

I know @skyfallscotland thinks Xaden's new brother is actually Aaric, which is also super intriguing. Specifically, Amy suggested a scenario where Aaric knows he needs to be venin in order to win the war, and is willing to do whatever it takes to get to the future he sees. I do lean more towards Bodhi than Aaric, if only because of the element of knowing for 5 months (which Aaric does not--even if he finds out about Xaden's veninism from his signet, RY has confirmed Aaric didn't manifest in IF, and therefore it cannot have been five months prior to Battle of Draithus), Xaden really seems to care about this new brother. I know he says he has a "complicated sort of loyalty" to Aaric, but I don't think he and Aaric at the friendship level where Aaric can be used against him in the same way Bodhi can. There's also the whole having to give Vi Tyrrendor ordeal. I know some people think Xaden may have had a change of heart and decided to listen to Bodhi in regards to not forcing him to lead Tyrrendor in his stead, and/or Xaden just felt giving Vi the province directly (what a wedding gift!) was the best possible way to protect her. Who knows, not me. I think of Xaden as someone not particularly inclined to listening to people when he doesn't feel like it, but I also know he'll prioritize Vi regardless, so it could go either way.

Slayer! This is just for the one line mention of Berwyn killing the dragons with the alloy dagger. For one thing, I think this draws parallels between the venin and the dragons (which have been a theme the entire series). For another, I think this is how Xaden, Vi, and co. go about killing the dragons and elders in order to get to the eggs. Seems a lot less messy!

Everything, Everywhere, All At Once: Throughout the text, there's a couple mentions of individuals inability to be everywhere all at once. Theophanie, in chapter 60, for example: (from my Kindle copy, so no page numbers, sorryyyy)

"You're just another lightning wielder, mortally incapable of being everywhere at once."

Or, the slightly different take from Mira in Chapter 23:

"Even if he did, we can't be in two places at once."

I have no idea why this got me so bad, but every time I read it, my spidey-senses tingled. I really feel like it means something. Xaden then wraps things up with saying he IS everywhere at once, on page 522 in regards to the veninism amplifying his shadow powers.

Do I know what this means? No! Of course not! At first, I thought it was a papa sorrengail is venin hint, but I don't actually believe in that. I have been holding out hope that perhaps Vi is somehow venin from Lilith (this is why I think papa sorrengail had her dedicated. it doesn't really make sense to me for Rebecca to write her with a real disability, and then have that real disability be a birth defect when it isn't one in real life. that just seems odd?) and I think this COULD be a hint there. Although, as always, who knows.

What is a soul if not love? Some of you may know, I've been getting a wee bit heated about the implications of the corporeal soul. I get a bit gagged by this because it makes no sense. I ask @maethologies probably once a day, what IS a soul? And to that question, I raise you this: what is a soul if not love?

page 523 has this:

""I love you.' Violet's voice cracks the cold, and a silken thread of warmth wedges itself in the opening before it seals shut, locking it in place. No. Wait. I grab for that thread with desperate hands, clawing to keep her as more of my pieces are blown away, lost to the void. She is warmth and light and air and love."

For starters, I think "she is warmth and light and air and love" is my favorite quote from the entire series. It makes me want to cry!!! There's definitely something to the fact that being venin makes Xaden colder, and Violet only seems to get warmer in this book (her lightning being hot enough to blister, for example). But really, my focus here is that he's so aggressively in love with her. I genuinely do not know how people read this line, or the rest of the novel, and somehow thought Xaden was just going to go join up with the venin. Genuinely! I am REALLY not trying to be mean, it just makes no sense to me.

I'm going to go a bit out of order here to further contextualize, but other Xaden Riorson bangers include:

"What even am I? Hers." (Yarros, 524)

And, far earlier in the text, when Courtlyn asks to whom Xaden swears his fealty:

"Violet. (...) My loyalty is to Violet first above everything, everyone else." (this is a Kindle page number because I don't want to find it in my book, LMAO, but it's 326 in that format!)

Again, he's constantly making it as clear as humanly possible that SHE comes first for him. He is not going to spontaneously gain venin loyalty. Whatever soul-fuckery is going on here, it doesn't make him incapable of love. If anything, the presence of love is what is going to continue to save him. In the chapter 48 epigraph, in which a scenario is described wherein a venin returns to their village, desiccating an entire village except for her husband and two children. Clearly, the theme here is that the feeling of love helps venin gain control of themselves when lost to the thrall of power, if you will.

Frankly, there's a LOT of issues with venin as a concept and how willing the fan base is to accept the characterization of the entire "enemy" as evil, soulless, and incapable of feeling and love. Just on the most basic level, think about the real world implications of that ideology for about ten seconds. If you can't do that, think about it in-universe. The entire point of books one and two were that Navarre's government perpetuated a narrative of dehumanization in regards to the Poromish people so that Navarrians could see them as the enemy. This tactic of dehumanization is then DIRECTLY applied to the venin. The narrative on the surface-level is: These people ARE human, but these other guys are the REAL monsters. Please kill THEM instead. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen people say "Violet's never killed anyone in the series, she only kills venin!" The very fact of saying these people aren't human; therefore they can die...do you see what I see? I know I'm a bit more thematically minded than the average romantasy reader, but it's really VERY in your face here.

The most obvious narrative purpose for Xaden choosing to turn is that it gives Violet and the reader a way to humanize the venin, just like working with the gryphon fliers in part two allowed us all to humanize them. After I finished IF, there was not a doubt in my mind that this was where Rebecca was going.

And she went there...a little bit? She's about halfway there, I'd say. Violet has started to internally reconcile with the fact that Xaden being a venin makes it impossible for her to generalize venin any further, but there's definitely still an undercurrent of "he's not like other venin!!" I think this COULD be a logical progression of the story, and, partially, I think it makes sense for it to take a minute for her thought processes to shift. However, I think it needs to be better layered? And I think that when you have a book like this one with such a low barrier to entry, you need to do a bit more thematic hand-holding if you want people to really get things.

Anyway, this was all to say: Xaden loves her, and so, his soul is fine. HE's fine. He's not evil, he didn't marry her just to leave, he's not "team venin". Etc! I could go on about this further, and I think before book 4 I'll be pushed over the edge and do so. But, for now, I do think the direction Rebecca is pushing for is the "cure" being the power of love et. al.

Mommy Issues: We come back to Sgaeyl! I know some people think Sgaeyl breaks the bond with Xaden as part of his 12 hour plan, and again, I ask: literally how.

Basically, unlike his mother, Sgaeyl isn't leaving Xaden. When he breaks through the pulling from the earth haze, he asks Sgaeyl if she forsakes him, and she says:

"'What is there left of you to forsake?' Sgaeyl lowers her head and steam gusts down the canyon, reminding me of the moment she found me in the forest at threshing. (Yarros, 523)

My direct annotation here is : threshing! Threshing = choice. And I'm right! Threshing does equal choice. She has the option to forsake him, and she doesn't! Case closed. I will say, just as a side note, the idea that she'd leave him for being extra venin is wack as hell when he became extra venin for her. I don't think she was that heated about him being venin in the first place: the focus of her ire at the end of IF was that he "picked" Violet. "You cannot! I chose you!/ But Violet chose me too." She's just a pick me dragon at heart.

Quest Squad (Xaden's Version) I touched on this in response to my other ask about the ending, but now we're gonna go beat by beat.

Xaden starts what I call the quest intro by responding to Sgaeyl's threshing part 2 with:

"'You tell me.' I lower the ice and let her in."

Clearly, this is Xaden showing Sgaeyl whatever plan he's been concocting in his head.

Sgaeyl's response:

"Her next breath is laced with sulfur, and her eyes widen. 'You cannot mean to--'"

Now, this is just needlessly vague to make sure we buy the next book. Like we weren't going to anyway. Thank you for extorting me, Red Tower. However, at the very least, it reveals that his plan is, shall we say, problematic? Controversial? Illegal?

Then, we have (from Xaden)

"'You saw what happened. It is the only way.' She glances over her shoulder. 'And you think she'll help?' 'She loves me.' 'Tairn does not, and you haven't looked in a mirror yet. The red veins branching from your eyes look like her lightning.' 'She'll help.' It comes out with a hell of a lot more certainty than I feel. 'She promised.'"

Line by line time!

"it is the only way" is mad interesting from Xaden "the right way isn't the only way" Riorson. It could just be the influence of being venin on his psyche---everything feels more serious now, and he himself is more intense. But it's such an interesting switch, especially since Violet's assumed his way of thinking from FW.

At first I thought the pronoun fuckery in SHE'll help/SHE loves me was meant to indicate that the she in question was not actually Violet, but I don't think so anymore. I do think it's intentionally misleading! Again, for the money. But, more than that, I think Sgaeyl is glancing over her shoulder AT Violet and Tairn to indicate who they're yapping about.

Now, how will she help? I think this is a separate quandary than the marriage (hence where I broke up the text). Personally, I think this is him saying Vi goes with him to get the eggs/kill the dragons/etc.

The veins branching from his eyes are intriguing. I know he says he's no longer an initiate on this page, but I don't think he's an Asim either? According to Mr. Drake Cordella's venin compendium, Asim's veins distend only when riled, but Sage's veins are perpetually distended. (Iron Flame chapter 47 epigraph). I guess we'll see? I don't know, it would make sense to me if he was a sage, but who knows.

And, finally, what the hell did she promise?

WAY earlier on in the book, Xaden says:

"Swear you'll sound the alarm if I go too far, that you'll keep it safe, even if it's from me." (Yarros, 58)

This is what I think he's referring to! I know @hockeyspiral23 thinks the 'it' in question is actually the sword of Tyrrendor (correct me if I'm wrong!!) and not Tyrrendor itself. I definitely think there's something to that theory.

A few pages later, Xaden says:

"I'll use Tyrrendor to protect you, not you to protect Tyrrendor." (Yarros, 102)

Not to be a broken record, but again: Intentionally! Misleading! Content! I think you're SUPPOSED to interpret the promise as Violet saying she'll protect Tyrrendor from Xaden, and Xaden saying he's "gone too far". But when you actually look at the text, there's no way that's what he's saying. First of all, why would Sgaeyl think THAT plan wouldn't work with Tairn? Tairn does NOT fuck with Xaden right now. And then, why would Xaden Riorson, president and CEO of the Violet Sorrengail fan club, prioritize Tyrrendor over Violet? He cares about Tyrrendor, sure, but in the face of VIOLET? It doesn't compare. It just doesn't! ("I love you more than this city. Do not die defending it.") He's not winning any king of the year awards with those priorities, but that doesn't make it any less true. I basically already have a post ranting about this, (here! If you're curious) so I'm going to cut myself off here. Basically, we have to remember who Xaden actually is when we try to contextualize this vague ass chapter.

And then, wedding bells!

"'Even if she agrees, no one will--'

'Someone owes me a favor.'" (Yarros, 524)

This is the part of the quest that I think is more directly the marriage issue. This has already been covered elsewhere, but the Priestess from Dunne's temple says she owes Xaden a favor earlier on. She goes on to officiate their marriage. I just think the wording makes it clear that this is a multi-step plan. (How can Violet "help" with her own marriage?)

I already quoted the absolute banger "What even am I? Hers." But I'm going to bring it up again! His loyalty, primarily, is to Violet. Whatever quest he's going on, it's FOR HER. He steals the eggs FOR HER. He''s taking them somewhere FOR HER. I don't know how to make that any clearer, but if I keep seeing people misinterpret it, I'll probably try again.

Agency!

The final bit I'm going to pull is Sgaeyl saying:

"And her decision will determine our fate." (Yarros, 524).

I think this just really succinctly makes clear my 573938503 argument above. Violet gets final say on Quest Squad (Xaden's Version) but whatever he does do, he's doing it with Sgaeyl. I know there's some good bits Rebecca's said throughout the tour that support this interpretation, but I don't think I need them quite yet. Maybe next time!

For now, that's all. I'll see y'all back here with Violet's chapter in a bit!

#helena's asks!#helena's essays #onyx storm spoilers #I'm not tagging this any further it does not need to break containment

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cupcraft · 1 year ago

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Okay but what really guts me about S6E21 the therapy episode is the moment where I think House really feels like Dr. Nolan's not hearing him or getting him which contributes to his feelings of distrust to um gtfo of therapy 5ever. Which this is not to say House should've done that or that Dr. Nolan is bad, it's more like this contributed quite a lot because well I'm making 0 sense let me explain.

So, I'm thinking about the scene where Dr. Nolan was like "what do you think Cuddy & Wilson talked about together. Walk me through the conversation?" House does and he basically concludes to his therapist that his interpretation of his friends is that they view him as the "House Problem" that they're more worried he's going to do something "bad" or "attention seeking" or "[insert anti-addict recovery rhetoric/ablelism/etc thing] here" because of Wilson kicking House out, out of the blue. And in a way, this is truthful and from an audience's perspective it is a believable interpretation. House is generally pretty perceptive about the people around him and their impression of him given that he does purposefully construct a certain impression of himself (so that he is not harmed by people by allowing himself to be genuine). And even though Cuddy and Wilson are the people he's the most genuine to, he still self-destructs around them and struggles with trust. Anyway, based on how Wilson and Cuddy have handled a lot of things in the past (not everything) such as the Morphine/saline thing, the first time he went cold-turkey on opiates, the tritter situation, forcing him to go to his abusive father's funeral, etc. it really does seem believable they'd view him as the House Problem, or in a way it makes sense House thinks that way overall.

Though this is not to say House is right. He is right and valid to think that they'd be worry he'd relapse/etc. and he is right to have trauma from previous horrible responses done to him and thus not have faith in any different. But House is in fact wrong because Cuddy and Wilson do genuinely care about him and do not actually see him at this current stage in the show as the "House Problem". Especially Wilson, which it was clear Wilson later realized his actions were impulsiveness and fucked up and not at all recovery informed (especially as the person of stability he agreed to be for House's recovery) since House felt forced to go back home. There's also the issue that Wilson created a home for him and House (as reiterated by Dr. Nolan and the fact the thing Wilson chose for himself was the organ, solidifying House's permanency in that home) only for him to be like jk i dont see a future for you here even though Sam who hates you doesnt mind. House doesn't realize that a Cuddy/Wilson conversation would be done out of care and guilt of an impulsive mistake and not because they just keep him around to stop him from being a "Problem".

SO, Dr. Nolan does challenge this rightfully so but he doesn't do it in the right way which contributes to House feeling unheard and stuck and realizing god I am miserable and i distrust this. Dr. Nolan challenges it by imagining the conversation in a way we the audience knows would not be how at the very least Wilson would talk. He posits Wilson as a very rational person to the point it is comical because Wilson is also toxic and irrational (again the very thing that Nolan says it was a home for you both and then he kicked House out!). I think even House recognizes this because he looks as though Nolan grew a second head like what on earth Wilson would never say that which I think really in the end makes House feel unheard. Because the message "Hey Wilson and Cuddy do in fact love and care about you" didn't come across. The "I think wilson is being rational" is what actually comes across, when House feels hurt by Wilson over what is an irrational reaction (especially given Wilson's apology to house goes poorly and comes off as more guilt than accountability, see the apartment scene).

So it guts me. it guts me that their communication got crossed and the outcome didn't work out. That House felt unheard and that Nolan wasn't able to reach him. Because it does bode poorly for House to leave therapy right now as he is at a point of crisis in his support network and he's returned home to the place that is triggering to him for a lot of reasons (hallucination/relapse/etc).

and as always for my ramblings feel free to add on/send asks/etc. :)

#house md #meta #just polite discussions ofc

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biblicallyaccuratemeat · 5 months ago

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Carnations

A/N: Commission for my bby, @teaflavoredwitch! I had so much fun writing this, thank you for supporting me & being my bestie, Tea! ILY 5EVER!!! Gale Dekarios x Original Tiefling Character, fluff, angst, post-Act 3, Gale doesn't blow his ass up, Mystra mentioned, marriage proposal, established relationship, feels, super fluffy and sweet, my OTP forever <3 Commissions and requests are open!

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Gale rushed over to Tea’s side the moment they collapsed, his brown eyes widening in concern. He knelt down beside them, gently taking their hand that clutched their wounded side. The warmth of their blood seeped between their fingers, staining the fabric of their shirt a deep, crimson red. Gale’s heart raced as he assessed the gravity of their injury, his mind already racing through spells and treatments.

“My dearest Tea,” he murmured, his voice laced with genuine worry, “we must tend to your wound with haste. The battle has left you gravely injured, and I fear for your life if we do not act swiftly.” He turned to the others, his expression grave. “Bring me my spell component pouch and any clean cloth you can find. We need to stop this bleeding before it claims their life.” Gale’s voice was firm but tinged with an undercurrent of fear, a haunting reminder of what could happen if he didn’t act fast enough.

As he waited for the supplies, Gale cradled Tea close, his other hand pressing gently but firmly against their wound to stem the flow of blood.”Hold on, sweet Tea,” he whispered, his breath warm against their ear, “I will not let you slip away from me. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to heal you, to keep you here with me where you belong.”

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on Gale’s shoulders as he prepared to work his magic, his heart pounding with the urgency of the moment. He knew that every second counted, and he was determined to pour all of his skill and passion into mending their broken body, come what may. He took a moment to admire their beauty. The fate of their bond rested in his hands, and he would not falter.

Despite the agonizing pain mixed with an overwhelming dizziness, Tea musters up a weak smile. A ghost of the usual radiant beam they always had to offer Gale, “You didn’t blow yourself into a thousand tiny pieces,” they wheezed happily, relief flooding their system and momentarily overpowering the effects of blood loss, “Like you promised… I am… so happy.”

Gale’s brow furrowed in determination, his jaw set with resolve as he met Tea’s gaze. He could see the pain etched in their features, hear the strain in their voice, and feel the precious lifeblood draining from their body with each passing second. The fear that lingered in the back of his mind threatened to consume him, but he pushed it down, refusing to let it overwhelm the steadying hand he needed to heal them. “My darling, you need not worry about the orb or anything for that matter,” Gale murmured, his thumb brushing gently over their cheekbone, smearing away a bead of sweat. “I am here now, and I swear to you, I will not allow a single hair on your lovely head to be harmed.”

Pain clawed at Gale’s heart as he watched the vibrant color drain from Tea’s face, their usual fuschia complexion growing more pallid, their breath growing shallow and ragged. Each passing moment saw the steady trickle of blood from their wound intensify, the crimson stain spreading across their shirt like an ominous blossom. The fear that had been lingering at the edges of his mind surged to the forefront, threatening to blind him with its intensity.

“No, no, no,” Gale breathed, his voice trembling with barely contained terror. He tightened his grip on Tea, pulling them closer as if he could physically anchor them to the mortal plane through sheer force of will. “You cannot leave me, my love. We have come too far, endured too much together. We still have our trip, my darling, to Waterdeep. Remember?” He can’t panic, he can’t allow them to see his fear. He must put on a brave face, exhaust all his resources, and save them.

His other hand, dripping with their blood, fumbled with the pouch of spell components. He upended it, scattering Dust of Sending and essence of mistletoe across the floor in his haste. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he gripped the focus of his power, summoning every ounce of strength he can possibly muster in such a trying situation. “Mystra, goddess of magic,” Gale intoned, his voice shaking with desperation, “I call upon your divine aid. Lend me your strength, grant me the power to mend this broken flesh and heal the wounds that tear them apart.”

He pressed his glowing hand against their side, just above the ragged tear in their flesh. A silver glow with otherworldly light as he began to murmur the words of the spell, pouring every ounce of his skill and every shred of his love into the incantation. Gale knew he was gambling everything on this casting, trusting in the fickle mercy of a goddess who had abandoned him once before. But he couldn’t lose Tea, not when they had finally found something real and true in each other. With a sob of exertion and anguish, he released the spell, watching and waiting in hopeful desperation. His hands roamed over their body, feeling for any other traces of injury, silently praying to a goddess who had long since turned her back on him. But for Tea, for the hope of a future together, Gale would move heaven and earth, and sell his very soul if that’s what it took to keep them by his side.

Tea weakly reaches for Gale’s arm, their grip feeble yet insistent, “No, Gale…please.” Each word a strained whisper, their breaths shallow gulps of air, “Don’t…don’t call upon her. You don’t need Mystra for this.” There’s a flicker of something fierce in their hazel eyes, a stubborn set to their jaw despite the rapidly draining energy from them. “You’re stronger than you know…than any fickle goddess. I believe in you, Gale.” They draw in a shuddering breath, nose flaring slightly.

“Please…please don’t break my heart by doubting yourself now. Not after everything.” Long lashes flutter against their pale, sweat-slick cheeks, “Mend me with your own hands, heal me with your own power. Prove to yourself, and to me, that we have a hold on our own destiny…” Their voice trails off into a weak, hoarse whisper of a thing.

Their rapidly cooling skin, so soft and fragile, he’d spent many a night mapping the endless expanse of their loveliness with just his lips. Every dip, every gentle sway, every valley and curve. He knew them, far better than himself. He knew the weight of their tail in his hands, the playful smattering of markings that decorated their shoulders. His heart knew the song of their breath, the gentle patter of their heart and if he lost them, his own life would not be far behind. They gaze up at him, watery and weepy, bloody and soft and utterly his. So, with the finesse of a bumbling fool, he all but blurts out, “Be mine!”

They nearly flinch at the suddenness of his shout, an adorable look of confusion etching on their features, “I am yours, Gale.” They remind him so gently, so sweetly as if he was the one in mortal peril.

If he weren’t already kneeling, he’d sink down to his knees, “I know that, of course. But, I rather think you’d look lovely in white and if it wouldn’t be too disagreeable, I’d like you to be my partner in every sense of the word.” Gale thinks this would have been terribly romantic if they weren’t bleeding out in his arms, but reflecting back on their adventures, this was a rather fitting proposal.

Tea simply stares up at him in that sweet, docile way that would be absolutely patronizing if it were anyone else. But with them, it’s just soothing. A balm to his soul that even the greatest healers of Faerun couldn’t even begin to replicate. “As much as I adore when you bat those pretty little doe eyes at me, I’m afraid I’ll need an answer, my darling.”

Gale realizes they’re growing weaker, limp and noodly in his arms. He calls upon all the tricks and power he can possibly muster, hoping, praying that he’s enough. That he can do this without her. They believed he could, he knew that. They were rather vocal when it came to their distaste for his former…whatever, and they never wavered in their firm conviction that Gale was capable of greatness on his own.

“I love you,” he whispers fervently, cupping their face, pressing frantic little kisses to every available inch of flesh, “I love you, I love you, I love you. You can’t leave me, I won’t allow it.”

“Even when I licked that dead spider?” They joke weakly, cracking a smile that’s barely there, but lights up their angelic face nonetheless. Their spark hasn’t been snuffed out yet, there is still hope for them yet.

A tearful laugh bubbles up in Gale’s throat, it burns as he murmurs, “Yes, even then. Even when you’re being a little bastard, swiping from people’s pockets and stirring up a ruckus.” He smiles fondly, brushing a stray lock of hair from their bruised face. That earns a small, wheezy giggle from Tea.

“Just promise me…no gods, no deals. Just you and your skill, your fierce, brilliant mind.” They ache to pull him closer, trembling fingers tightening with the last of their fading strength, “This is your chance to save me with your own magic, Gale. I’m begging you…don’t sell your heart to another. Not now, not for me.” For a brief, fleeting moment doubt clouds their eyes, before resolve hardens them to twins of determination.

Gale’s breath caught in his throat as they reached for him, their touch a fleeting whisper against his skin. He met their gaze, seeing the flicker of determination that still burned in those fading hazel eyes. Their words, a hoarse and breathless plea, cut through the fog of panic that threatened to consume him. They were right. He didn’t need Mystra, didn’t need to barter away a piece of his soul, of his dignity. He had the power within himself, the skill and the strength to heal them, to save them.

With a shuddering sigh, Gale nodded slowly, resolving hardening in his eyes. “You’re right, my love,” he whispered, his voice low and fervent. “I am stronger than her. Your faith in me shall be my guiding light.”

He gently disentangled their trembling fingers from his arm, cradling their hand in both of his own. He pressed a fierce and lingering kiss to their palm, his beard a rough caress against their skin. “I will not let you down, darling. I will heal you with my own hands, with my own power. This I swear.”

Gale took another deep, steadying breath, letting their words sink into his very soul. He set down his bag, no longer needing the aid within. Instead, he let his own magic rise to the surface, feeling it pulse and thrum in time with his racing heart. “Permit me to try something,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hands to their wound, letting the warmth of his magic soothe the pain and stem the flow of blood. He began to chant, voice rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm, his entire being emanating a soft blue glow of magical energy. The chanting grew louder, more insistent, and the glow around them deepened in its intensity. Gale poured every ounce of his skill and concentration into the spell, his brow furrowed with the effort.

Slowly but surely, Tea watched in awe as the torn flesh began to mend and knit back together, the edges of the wound drawing closed until nothing remained but smooth, unblemished skin. Gale’s hands roamed over their body, the warmth of his touch seeping into their very bones, chasing away the chill of blood loss and pain. As the last of the wound closed, Gale slumped against them, utterly spent. But when he looked down at Tea, his eyes shone with triumph and relief.

“It is done,” he breathed, pulling them close and cradling them against his chest. “You were right, my love. I didn’t need Mystra’s aid to heal you. I had my own strength, and the strength of our bond.” He smoothed their hair back from their brow, his touch far gentler now that the pain had faded.

“Well now,” Tea teased breathlessly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of their lips as they gazed up at gale, “I seem to recall you getting all romantic and mentioning something about marrying me back there. Was all that just the adrenaline talking? Or was there a genuine proposal hidden in there somewhere?” Their hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity as they waited for his response with bated breath. Despite the teasing lilt to their voice, there was an underlying note of sincerity, a yearning to hear him reaffirm the promise he made in the heat of the moment.

Their browsing fingers absently played with the hem of their shirt, saturated in their coppery blood, as they studied his face for any clues to his true feelings. The soft curves of their body, from their pudgy tail to the harsh points of their horns, their chest rose and fell gently with each shuddering breath they took, a testament to the life he had fought so hard to preserve. The scent of vanilla and smoke clung to their skin, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that seemed to fill the air between them. In that moment, as they lay there in his arms, the events of the battle faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in a web of their own making. Tea gazed at him with a mix of playful flirtation and nervous anticipation, silently daring him to take a leap of faith and bind their hearts together for all eternity.

Gale felt a warmth blossom in his chest at their teasing words, a slow smile spreading across his face as he met their playful gaze. He chuckled softly, a rich and melodic sound that seemed to reverberate through his very being. “My dearest Tea,” he murmured, voice low with a newfound curiosity, “You mistake me not. The words I spoke to you in the heat of the moment were no mere figments of a panicked mind. They were a promise, a vow forged in the crucible of our shared trials and tempered by the strength of my love for you.”

He reached out, gently smoothing a stray lock of hair from their brow, his fingers lingering to trace the delicate curve of their cheek. His thumb brushed lightly over their lower lip, a feather-light caress that sent a shiver down their spine and set their heart aflutter.

“I meant every word, and I stand by those words now, in the calm and clarity of this moment.” Gale’s voice was low and fervent, his brown eyes blazing with a fire that had nothing to do with the magic he wielded. “I want to marry you, Tea. I want to stand beside you, not just as allies in battle, but as partners in life. I want to wake up to your smile every morning and fall asleep to the sound of your gentle breathing every night. I want to build a home with you, fill it with laughter and love.”

His hand slid down to their jaw, tilting their chin up, forcing them to meet his gaze, “You are my heart, Tea. My compass, my guiding star, my very reason for being. I am yours, now and for all eternity, if you will have me.” Gale’s other hand drifted down to their hip, his fingers splaying across the soft swell. He tugged them closer, until the length of their own body was pressed against his own, until he could feel every breath they took, every beat of their newly healed heart.

“Marry me, Tea,” he breathed, his lips a hairsbreadth from theirs. “Be mine, now and forever. Let me love you, cherish you, honor you, until the end of my days. Give me the chance to show you the depths of my devotion, to build a life with you. Say yes, my love, and I swear I will spend every moment of our days together proving to you the strength and permanence of my love for you.”

His eyes searched theirs, a tenderness and intensity that stole the very breath from their lungs. In that moment, with the ghost of his magic still tingling across their skin and the scent of him, of home and safety and love, enveloping them, Tea knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

Tea gazed up at Gale, their hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you,” they whispered, their voice breaking on a sob, “for loving me. Even when…” They swallowed hard, gathering their courage before continuing. “Even when I’m a tiefling. I know my kind, we’re not exactly appreciated or easy to love. We’re seen as monsters, abominations, things to be feared and shunned.” A single tear rolled down their soft, pink cheek, tracing the curve of their face.

Their delicate fingers fluttered up to brush along their ram-like horns adorning their head, a constant reminder of their tainted bloodline. “But you…you see past that. You look at me and don’t flinch, don’t recoil in disgust. You see me, Tea, and you say you…you love me.” Their voice caught on the word, hope and disbelief warring in their eyes.

They pressed against Gale, seeking his warmth and comfort, desperate to anchor themself to something real and true. “My horns, my tail, my eyes…they’re part of me,” Tea’s voice dropped to a whisper, a pleading, aching sound that cut right to the heart. “Thank you for not only accepting me, but for loving me, horns and all. Thank you for choosing to see the good in me, the beautiful, the wonderful things hidden beneath this tiefling exterior. Thank you for loving me.”

Gale’s heart clenched in his chest, a fierce and protective instinct surging through him at the sight of Tea’s glistening eyes and trembling lip. He saw the pain, the fear, and the desperate hope that warred within them. With a gentle thumb, he brushed away the stray tear that rolled down their soft cheek, his touch lingering to cup the delicate line of their jaw.

“My sweet, sweet Tea,” Gale murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion. “How can you not see the exquisite creature you are? Your horns, your tail, your eyes…they are not monstrous imperfections to be concealed or shunned. They are the very marks of your uniqueness, the stamps of a spirit that burns brighter and truer than the Hells.”

He leaned in closer, his brow pressing against theirs, their breath intermingling in the scant space between them. “You are not defined by the happenstance of your bloodline. You are defined by the strength and compassion and unyielding courage in your heart. And I…I love every part of you, just as you are.”

Gale’s hand drifted up to the horns protruding from their head, his fingers tracing the slope of them with a reverence that sent shivers down their spine. “These horns are a part of you, yes, but it is not the part that I see when I look at you. I see someone who has fought against the odds, who has forged themself into something far more magnificent than any monster or demon could ever hope to be.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against their ear, “I see someone who stands tall and proud, undefined by the prejudices and fears of a shortsighted world. I see someone who loves with a depth and fervor that has left me utterly awestruck and humbled. I see my heart, my soul, my very reason for living, and I know that I will love you like this, wholly and completely, for all my days.” Gale pulled back just enough to gaze into their eyes, his own brown orbs blazing with a fierce and unshakable devotion.

“I asked you to marry me, to bind yourself to me for all eternity. I don’t want you to think that I see anything but the pure, radiant beauty of the person I love. So I will say it again, with the same fervor and conviction I felt in the heat of nearly losing you: marry me, Tea. Let me love you, cherish you, honor you, with every breath I take and every beat of my heart. Give me the chance to show you, every single day, that I am worthy of your love and your trust. Be mine, as I am yours, now and forevermore.”

Tea’s heart swelled with a joyous, incredulous elation. A tiny, breathless sob escaped their lips, quickly followed by a giddy, overjoyed giggle. Their hazel eyes, magnified in the light, shimmered with tears of happiness as they stared at him. “I swear, I never thought I’d hear those words…” They giggled again, a sound like tinkling bells, “Yes, yes, yes!” They cried out gleefully, flinging their arms around gale with a sudden, passionate fervor.

They clung to him, burying their face against the firm expanse of his chest. “So much more than I ever dared dream of,” they whispered, their voice muffled against his shirt, their fingers curling into the fabric. “I love you, Gale. I love you so much. Yes, I’ll marry you!” Tea pulled back just enough to gaze adoringly up at him, their pink lips parted in a blissful, sweet smile.

“Now and forever, my darling,” they murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek, savoring the roughness of his beard against their palm.

Joy surged through Gale like a tidal wave as tea flung their arms around him, their delighted sobs and giggles music to his ears. He laughed softly, a sound of pure, unbridled happiness, and wrapped them in his arms, holding them close. His hands roamed over the soft curves of their body, marveling at the way they fit so perfectly in his arms, in his life.

“My sweet, sweet tiefling,” Gale murmured, his voice strained with emotion. “Your happiness is the greatest gift, the most precious treasure I could ever hope to possess.” He tangled his fingers in their soft, brown hair, cradling the back of their head as they buried themself against him. The scent of vanilla and smoke filled his nostrils, a perfume he would forever associate with this perfect moment.

Gale felt a tear slip down his cheek, mingling with the damp strands of their hair as Tea whispered their acceptance, their love for him. His heart swelled, threatening to burst with the force of his own elation and devotion. He cupped their face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the lingering tears from their soft, smooth skin.

“And I love you too, my darling,” Gale vowed, his voice low and thick with emotion. “More than words can express, more than magic can describe.” He leaned down, capturing their lips in a searing, passionate kiss. His beard rasped against their delicate skin as his mouth moved over theirs, pouring every ounce of his love and adoration into the press of his lips.

When he finally pulled back, his brown eyes glowed with a fierce, consuming adoration. “Forever,” he breathed, his forehead resting against theirs. “Forever, my love, my heart, my soulmate. You and I, together, always.” He smiled then, a slow, tender curve of his lips that spoke of a love that would last a lifetime and beyond.

“Mmm, in a weird way I should be thankful for the Absolute and the creepy tadpole thing. My life was dull as dishwater before I met you, Gale,” Tea hummed, a mischievous glint in their eyes, “But even if they never would’ve done that, I’d have found you somehow.” They leaned in, their nose brushing against his, breath mingling, “Forever sounds perfect with you. I’m going to hold you to that, mister. You’re stuck with me now, and I don’t plan on letting you go. Ever.”

Tea winked playfully before capturing his lips for one more soft, sweet kiss. They poured every ounce of their feisty, determined love into it, letting him feel their eagerness to start their new journey together. (Ideally with fewer mind flayers than the last one.)

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur’s gate gale #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale dekarios x oc #gale x oc #commission #writing commissions #commissions

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moonshynecybin · 1 year ago

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Ok but post Argentina 2018, and Marc doesn't choose Vale anymore, and he keeps choosing Dovi... and they eventually fuck

valentino saw trap number one… see i know you want me to construct a beautiful dovquez hurt/comfort story here which i do enjoy occasionally like a lil treat bc they are much healthier than rosquez (computer. the way i loved you by tswift. now computer.) but alas my greatest passion is creating situations where hot people get soooo divorced so i’m going to use this to talk about how repressed i think valentino rossi is… and generally i don’t think he’s very repressed at all ! but in regards to marc. oh my god. oh jesus christ. good lord.

like. crucially not in a sex context! i think he is a sex haver to the max no problems there BUT in terms of like. genuine tender feelings. desire to commit and connect. awareness of his trauma and how it relates to his relationship with marc. lol no.

so like. post 2018 marc chooses someone else (DOVI <3) which has NEVER happened before even at their worst and he thinks they fucked (they didn’t marc is in his celibacy era dovi understands and marc cries a lil about it. like maybe they fuck like 8 wins later it takes TIME if they ever do) and vale tries. SO HARD. to convince himself he didn’t want marc anyways and that he’s unbothered but like. he DID expect marc to pick him and when the message did not come through from race direction after podiums and he realizes marc chose someone else, his face does about eight complicated things his youthful impish smile FULLY drops and he starts feel like his stomach wants to eat itself and his heart literally hurts. eminem voice palms are sweaty. knees weak arms are heavy. like you can convince yourself you don’t care but that doesn’t make your body not feel your feelings lol.

anyway he puts up the facade again pretty fast before anyone notices but he is literally fucking nauseous every time marc wins after that 5ever and he tells NOBODY. like the concept of the winners rooms is so delicious for repression and divorce bc it introduces a halfway intimacy where he can break up with marc and still sleep with him without like. addressing that he loves him and craves closeness with him lol. like they broke up but were still so closely intertwined… still counting on that next win… never truly closing the door…and now he doesn’t get that halfway point anymore! he doesn’t get to hold him anymore in any context! marc CHOSE someone else. it’s actually over. which is fine. it’s what he wanted. he doesn’t think about it at all actually. it’s fine. he isn’t thinking about marc and dovi alone together doing things that make marc make noises that used to belong only to him. it’s great. dovi probably doesn’t even know how he likes it. and he just represses that spiral so hard until 2019 when marc wins like TWELVE TIMES and he feels literally insane enough about him hypothetically fucking other people (he is still. not doing that lmao) that he sucks it up and actually talks to him about it lol

#cal crutchlow starts sending increasingly desperate signals marc’s way after it’s clear he’s not just choosing vale anymore #and vale leaves a horse head in his bed like the godfather #callie speaks #rosquez #winners room au #asks #not what you asked i’m sorry i had thoughtsssss #mgp

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fxiled-fxithful · 8 months ago

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Any tips for writing with you?

(Why yes, there are a few.

When I'm feeling a particular character, I tend to write drabbles that have compacted head Canons for my character(s). Those drabbles usually give a bit of tea of how my muse is feeling at the moment or in a particular situation. I always tag those posts as ;drabble;

On my blogs, be it for Ash/Angela, Rosie, or Lilith. If reading my ramblings for my muses doesn't interest you and you want to do a random short thread or interaction, sending things via ask is more than fine with me. I know I've been doing that quite a bit with @hells-greatestdad because dragging myself to answer threads that require a lot of thought & detail are a bit much for me at the moment. I will try to answer threads every so often but brain is dumb.

As a quick side note, I do appreciate you being patient with me when it comes to replies. I know it's taking me 5ever to respond to basically anything on here..

#;munday ask;#;ask reply;

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reimenaashelyee · 2 years ago

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Tonight I am copying my Tumblr ask archives to my blog when I reached 'December 2018' and remembered that this year is the 5th anniversary of when I made Alexander Comic public. (Is it 5 years already??? Goodness)

My first encounter with Alexander was in 2017. We met in a little bookshop in Melbourne, Australia by accident, coincidentally, without intention.

He came hidden in between the pages of Kanishk Tharoor’s short story collection Swimmer Among the Stars; a book I picked up mainly because of the pretty cover and the whimsical premise of each of the short stories. One of those premises was a series of retellings about the Persian face of Alexander, Iskander, and how he built the first lighthouse, defeated the fairies, explored the sea in a submarine, and other strange anecdotes.

At the time, I had no real knowledge of Alexander (except that he was an ancient Greek conquerer, one of those Great Men in history I couldn’t be bothered with) so I was surprised to see that 1) he could be a character of such imaginative adventures, and; 2) this isn’t just Tharoor’s authorial whimsy - he was actually engaging in a centuries old literary tradition, the Alexander Romance.

This was how Alexander introduced himself to me — as a legendary literary figure who travelled across cultures, faith traditions and time periods. That impression stayed, biding its time, distilled in the single image of Alexander riding on the back of Bucephalus with the Servant by his side.

It was not until the end of 2018 — after several life-changing shifts and despite announcing my brief retirement from historical comics — that I decided that the calling I felt for the Alexander Romance was truly serious.

So with trembling hands and an open heart, I accepted Alexander’s invitation to join this quest for the Water of Life.

Some questions to answer since I am here

When is Alexander Book 2 happening / When is the comic coming back?

It's in progress!! Books 2 and 3 are my most challenging writing projects yet - not so much because of the content, but how the content should be framed. It also doesn't help that since Book 1 ended in July 2022, I fell into this endless void of Real Life Stress, Dayjob Stress and Masters Stress, and I severely overestimated my ability to juggle all these things in addition to maintaining my art career.

Now that school is on summer break I've been getting back onto the horse. Alexander Comic is happening. But I cannot tell you when exactly Book 2 will drop because I still need to finish the script.

Where can I buy a print/digital copy of this?

I have a whole store here.

Where can I read this (for free)?

Webcomics rock. Alexander Comic is a webcomic first and foremost. Forever 5ever.

What do you think of the new Alexander docuseries that Netflix announced today?

Lol lmao haha. Ok so I had been anticipating an Alexander cinematic revival after over a decade of complete silence, and it looks like it's coming soon. Generally I am curious to see how they would depict his campaigns, but I am not expecting the docuseries to go beyond stereotypical depictions of ancient Greece made by Anglocentric productions. I mean, costume-wise and aesthetic-wise, it doesn't even beat Oliver Stone's movie.

Personal beef wise: Alexander is even thinner now in this casting??? (He doesn't even have his classic long hair wth they gave him a Roman bowl cut if I am looking at it correctly) Persia and Egypt are so bland and dry and STILL in that horrible yellow filter they assign to MENA countries?

I wonder if my consultant will be featured in that docuseries. I wonder if they will mention the Alexander Romance at all.

Earlier this year I told myself I’m done with historical graphic novel epics but here I am again, finally figured out the design for Alexander the Great (on the second pass!!). Me hype!!

These design notes are based on cursory Greecian sources (Plutarch etc), but mainly Lysippos’ sculptures, which Alexander personally endorsed. So I’m gonna trust the man himself over some guys writing bout him 100 years later kthx.

#alexander comic #you all have witnessed this comic's becoming #so be reminded it's been FIVE YEARS!!!#which involves pandemic times!!#wild timeline #alexander the great

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elainemorisi · 3 years ago

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I think the thing is: I love breakup fic, but I hate "mature" "realism" about it. which is really just to say the thing I am saying about many of my fictional tastes, which is I hate most forms of closure

#I do not mean exes to lovers when I say breakup fic here #I also love that but that's a completely different beast than anything I mean here #like I don't have any interest in omgdrama angst 5ever life ruining either to be clear #but I have so very rarely come across any fic that doesn't take the #'and it was Hard But Okay and it Happened And Was Real But Is Over' etc etc tack ykwim?#anyway this just brought to you by plotting a whole new layer of Wicked Shenaniganery for the Badwrong Wicked Ship fic #informed also by the longstanding data point that in the really quite a lot of my original stuff #all of which includes romantic subplots by the dozens #there is One couple who die of old age still together #I love writing romance and I apparently do not ever write happy endings #and yet I almost never find anything else that could be described that way that I like?#(I mean I don't go looking for anything particular in my non-fic literature so I notice it all less but such as I've noticed)#anyway tl;dr fictional closure is wildly overrated in almost every sense #if the thing works artistically in how it ends (harder than it sounds) then cool bam done success #but like actually yes even in non-fic #all the works that have made me go oh so romantic so wonderful #end very badly and against everyone's will

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hajimescutie · 4 years ago

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Madi Madi Madi omg angst to fluff time... when they get to busy with work and their kid thinks their dad hates them :0 - 🦉

# — their kid thinks their dad hates them

includes: o. miya, k. sakusa, & r. suna x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: some swearing and sad little kids

a/n: :o you know how much i luv angst to fluff 🦉anon. so sorry this took 5ever. i hope you like it! ilysm <3

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OSAMU:

you both knew what you were getting into when you decided to have a child with osamu. with him being the owner of his own, very popular, restaurant, it was inevitable that he wouldn't be home a lot.

but you didn't think it would come to the point where your little girl would constantly cry every night before bed, wailing for her father.

"when is daddy coming home?"

"i miss daddy..."

"i wanna stay up until daddy comes home!"

seeing tears stream down her chubby little cheeks broke your heart as each day passed. you tried to talk to osamu about it, hopefully opening his eyes on how much he's been neglecting his time with you and the little munchkin. but, that would only end up in arguments, and at this point you were fed up with it.

the worst part was that osamu knew he wasn't spending enough time at home as he should. but he just gets so busy. he works with some incompetent people so he has to step in and work twice as hard. he figured it would all pay off in the end, when really it's doing quite the opposite.

so tonight, even though he told you he was scheduled to close at the restaurant, he was able to find someone to cover for him. he didn't tell you, since he wanted to surprise you, and made his way home, driving a little faster than usual.

when he walked in, he tried to be as discreet as possible to not disturb the surprise. he walked to your guy's shared bedroom, only not to find you in there. he did hear a small giggle though, his heart soaring at the thought of being able to finally spend some time with his little girl and with his beloved partner.

he tiptoed toward her room, seeing that the bedroom door was slightly ajar. he peeked through the crack and saw you both on the floor playing with her toys. he was about to walk in before he heard a question that undoubtedly shattered his world.

you were mindlessly playing with the toys when you heard your daughter ask, "does... does daddy hate me?"

your head immediately shot up, eyes wide with sadness and heartbreak. "no, no, no, no, baby come here," as soon as you pulled her into your chest, her little sobs started to surround the room, your own eyes filling with tears.

"daddy doesn't hate you at all, my sweet angel. what makes you think that?" you asked, caressing her back.

her small voice was muffled by your shirt, "d-daddy's never home anymore... s-so he must not like me anymore, r-right?"

osamu took that as his cue to step into the room, startling both you and your daughter. you let the tears fall as soon as your saw him, his own getting watery at the sight of your weeping child.

he sat down next to the both of you, reaching for her and pulling her onto his lap. she looked up at him with a wide, teary gaze," daddy? you're home?"

"i'm home, angel. i'm here. daddy could never hate ya okay?" he cradled her chubby cheeks in his large palms, swiping away any stray tears.

"y-you promise?"

samu felt a couple of tears slip from his eyes, "i promise. i'm sorry i made ya feel like i hated ya. i love ya, i love ya both so much."

you crawled over to osamu and your daughter, pulling them into a group hug as you all wept on the floor of the bedroom. this was osamu's wake up call. he was going to be better, and you knew he would.

SAKUSA:

sakusa knows he hasn’t been the best father. he could tell from the way his little boy always had tear-stained cheeks whenever he went into his room when he got home from practice; or when he’d find you both fast asleep on the couch, most likely from waiting for him to get home.

you’ve exasperated the grief your child is going through to the curly-haired male on multiple occurrences. his excuse was always that he had to practice, or that hinata made him stay late to practice spiking, or he lost track of time.

sakusa used every possible excuse in the book. in all honesty, it broke his heart to see his little family so troubled all because he wasn’t home often. he’d been wanting to do better, but he just never had any time.

he rarely ever had a break, and if he did, it was either spent practicing or sleeping. you were at your breaking point and sakusa was on thin ice when it came to maintaining a good relationship with your child.

unfortunately, your breaking point was tonight when your little boy asked you a question before bed that completely threw you off.

“does daddy hate me?”

you immediately started crying, pulling your son into lap as your cradled him. “my baby boy, daddy could never hate you.”

"but he's never home... maybe it's because of me," that's when he starts to cry, balling up his fists to wipe away any tears that escaped his sad eyes.

"he's just busy, sweetie. i know he's never home but he loves you so much, i promise," you responded, sweeping the hair out of his face.

after you settled him down in bed, you trekked back into your bedroom, thoughts racing throughout your brain. your body was in shock, and you needed to have a very serious conversation with sakusa. you couldn't believe he let it get to this point to where your own child was questioning if his father even loved him. it broke your heart into a million pieces.

speak of the devil, right as you were about to climb into bed you heard the front door open and shut.

“now or never,” you guessed.

you waited patiently for him to saunter into your room, wracking your brain for any way of how to bring up a conversation like this to the curly-haired male.

after what felt like forever, he finally came in with tired eyes, his mask pulled under his chin, a frown evident on his handsome face. his eyes widened slightly to see you glaring at him, "you're still up?"

you didn't answer him, instead turning your head to break the eye contact, anger starting to build up in your chest. sakusa dropped his bag near the bed, coming to stand in front of you.

"what's wrong?" he asked, worry filled in his eyes.

there was a minute of silence before you finally looked up at him again, sakusa's heart dropping slightly as he saw something in your eyes. something he knew wasn't going to be good.

"i just had the weirdest conversation with our son today..." you started, "i was tucking him into bed, about to say goodnight before he asked me this question."

sakusa gulped, afraid of your next words.

"you wanna know what he said? he asked 'does daddy hate me?'" you snarled, making dead eye contact as you spat each word, hopefully getting him to realize how close he is to ruining everything.

sakusa felt like his whole world collapsed. he felt out of breath, so much he had to sit down on the edge of the bed. he ran a shaky hand through his black curls, head hanging low as he was beginning to feel like the worst parent in the world. how could he not have seen how much this was damaging your family? all those times he ditched you both for some more unnecessary practice, all those times of going to do god knows what with the msby team. how did it take him this long to realize how much his actions were hurting you and his son?

you came to stand in front of him. your intentions weren't to make him feel like a bad parent, you weren't trying to compete to see who was better at taking care of your guys' child. you loved sakusa more than anything in this world, all you wanted was the bare minimum; for him to make time for you and your son.

"omi, look at me."

when he did, you were surprised to see tears in his black eyes. you were about to open your mouth to continue when he suddenly grasped the end of your pajama shirt desperately, "please. don't leave me. don't take him. i'm sorry. i'm so so sorry."

you let out a shaky sigh, feeling your eyes begin to burn with tears.

"omi-"

"no, please let me speak."

you gave him a look before nodding sadly. he let out a deep breath, "i know i haven't been the best dad lately. i know i've been neglecting you, our son, our family. i know it shouldn't have taken me this long to realize that. i'm truly sorry for putting you both through that. i never want to make him feel like that again. i'll be better, i'll cut back on practice, i'll come home earlier-"

"daddy?"

you both whipped your heads to the bedroom door, seeing your son rubbing his eye tiredly with his little fist. "daddy? you're home?"

sakusa was over to him in an instant, scooping him up in his arms and hugging him with all he has. that's when the tears fell free, for both of you.

"hi bubs, daddy's here. i don't hate you. i love you so much, you're my world, both of you are."

he felt tiny hands make their way to his hair, playing with the frayed curls as your son's little head slumped on sakusa's shoulder. you walked over to the duo quietly, standing in front of you lover and wrapping your arms around the both of them. you felt a kiss on the top of your head as more tears and sniffles were let out.

"i'm going to be better. i promise."

SUNA:

you were at your wits end with suna.

this was the third time in three weeks that he had blown off yet another family date. when your daughter came into your life, you wanted to make an occasion where at least once a week you both take a day to spend time with your daughter, whether it be staying at home and watching movies or going out to eat or whatever the case may be.

it was always the same excuse.

"sorry babe, they're making us stay later for practice. raincheck?"

you felt like you were going to crush your phone while you dialed suna's number. you really didn't want to express your anger in front of your daughter, but you were left with no other choice.

although, you were slightly thankful when he didn't answer, but all the more frustrated that he's skipped out on yet another date. you let your phone slip out of your hand and onto the table at the restaurant you were at. you let out a frustrated sigh.

"is daddy not coming?" your daughter asked with a pout on her lips.

you frowned at her, "no, i'm sorry baby. he has practice again."

you both sat in silence, looking over the menu finally since you were waiting on suna so you could order. it wasn't until you heard a small sniffle that made your head shoot up, your daughter silently crying into her hands.

"oh sweet girl, come here," you pulled her into your side, rubbing your hand up and down her back, trying to calm her down.

as you were comforting her, you saw suna's contact appear on your phone, vibrating on the table. you let out a scoff, pressing what you thought was the ignore button.

"does daddy hate me?" you heard her ask from beside you.

you froze, the hand on her back pausing. you took her face in your hand gently, making sure that her gaze met yours.

"my sweet girl, daddy could never hate you, you hear me? he loves you so much. he just... gets busy," you reassured her.

if you weren't frustrated before, you were beyond fucking livid. you silent cursed yourself, cursed suna, cursed everything that was around you for her father making her feel hated because he wasn't showing up to your dates anymore.

once she calmed down, you promised to get her whatever dessert she wanted, hoping to end this date on a good note. as you both drove home, it was silent. you were too much in your thoughts about what your little one said to you. you kept hearing her question repeat over and over in your head, your heart breaking each time it replayed.

you finally pulled up to the house, a confused look appearing on your face when you saw suna's car parked in the driveway.

"weird," you thought, "maybe he got picked up from the house today."

but, your thoughts were wrong when you walked into your home to see it completely decorated with lights, flower petals, and some snacks near the tv where your daughter's favorite movie was paused. and in the middle of it all stood your tall, green-eyed lover with a sheepish look on his face, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.

"rin," you started, "what is all this?"

"daddy!!!" your daughter ran straight to her father, wrapping her little arms around his tall legs.

he dropped the flowers and crouched down to her height, pulling her into a tight hug. he snuggled his face into her neck, feeling tears spring to his eyes, "hi sweet girl, i'm sorry i couldn't make it to the date today... i hope you know i could never hate you, you know that right?"

your eyes widened at his statement, thinking back to dinner when you realized now that you had accidentally accepted the call.

when suna heard those words come out of the small girl's mouth, he immediately told the coach he had to skip the rest of practice. he didn't wait for a response, bag already backed as he bolted out the door and to his car.

he cursed himself the whole way home. he felt like a piece of shit, he couldn't believe that he made his own child question whether or not he loved her. it's not that he intentionally misses the dates, the team is just always swamped with practice and it makes him lose track of time. whatever the case may be, it wasn't an excuse and he had to think of a quick way to make it up to the both of you. which led him to here.

"but daddy, you never show up to our dates anymore..." she mumbled with a pout.

"i know baby, and i'm so sorry. from now on, i'm going to be better, for both of you," he looked up at you when he said the last bit, placing a kiss on your daughter's forehead before making his way to you.

"'m so sorry, angel. i was- no, i am an idiot. i shouldn't have neglected you or her. can you give me a chance to make it up to you?"

you were about to answer when you felt little arms wrap around your legs and suna's, both of you looking down to see your little munchkin holding you tight.

you felt a smile creep on your face, looking back up to your lover, "okay rin."

"i love you both, so much."

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profesionalpartyguest · 2 years ago

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The Sim Tag 💚✨

got tagged by local icon @cobycobsy2k!!! ty

1. What’s your favourite sims death? death by woohoo from the sims 4. someone add it into sims 2 NOW. 2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? As the reigning queen of true maxis match, my choice is clear. maxis aesthetics 5ever 3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? no? most of my sims are just skinny just bc that's how the game is, but when i make my own sims i try to make a balance of fat and skinny sims. 4. Do you use move objects? constantly. 5. Favorite mod? New Ltws, shiftable everything, ACR edited by simgigglegirl and mega sickness mod mashup (which is by me) 6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? A pirated version in turkish of the sims 2 base game 7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? aLIVE 8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Lyam Lelouche and Luisa Viejo 9. Have you made a simself? I've tried? but honestly recreating alot of my ethnic features is super hard in the sims lmao. I've gotten way closer in the sims 4 though. 10. What sim traits do you give yourself? Artistic, Eccentric and Cat lover :D 11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? luv them all 12. Favorite EA hair? for ladies: braidsup, punkflip, longbangsep9, ponytail, every hair from apartment life, midwavemature, feather and dreadsband for men: choppypeak, combover, david, peak, fauxhawk, gelledrock and willFavorite life stage? 13. Favorite life stage? Ts2? teens and children. and adults i guess. 14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? i only build if i need to. 15. Are you a CC creator? (looks at my over 200 cc posts) probably. 16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I have tons of moots here, but i know i have a squad of "those moots". they're my squad (that's including you coby) 17. What’s your favorite game? TS2 4EVER!!! ts4 bc of pets and infants. 18. Do you have any sims merch? Nope! 19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? I only have youtube for my constant old hollywood obsession. 20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? I used to be super into downloading everything, then i was a 3t2 nhs girlie, then i removed all my cc and tried to start a clay era, now i'm true mm and that's the style i think i'll stick to 21. What’s your Origin ID? my sims 4's stolen i don't have origin. 22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? I have gigs upon gigs of it so there's tons of people. forever will love anyone who does tru mm though. also all of my moots cc y'all rock. 23. How long have you had a simblr? A year and a half? around that much time. 24. How do you edit your pictures? Smart Sharpen, 20+ brightness, 20+ vibrance and save. 25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? I NEED A SIMS 2 FAME PACK COME ON. if it was about sims 4 i wish there was a pack where they cleaned everything up so it doesn't suck <3 i'm tagging @stevelacysguitarstrings @jellymoo @alanna-goth @letomills @nonsensical-pixels @spell-bloom @curiousxsubject @curiousb @hhelpyourselff and @juliabachelor !!

#ask game #long post warning #edited bc someone got tagged already so someone else got included

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kuroheishi · 4 years ago

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Are you and littlxlamb still together? I've been following both of you for some time and that's so cute to still see you two still around writing together!

|| Aww man that's so cool of you to follow us for long enough to remember about us haha! But yeah me and @littlxlamb are still a thing, the double trouble heh.

I think we've been together for 5 years now huh... Going for the 6 I think?? Yeah I'm pretty sure, we had this conversation literally two days ago I'm so bad with remembering the exact dates uejhcdhjs but it's okay because Nia is the one who remembers all the little things she's hella gay just sayin and super caring with a grumpy attitude but that's why she's so precious hehe. But what matters is that we are still together and do not plan to be apart thumbs up!

Damn time flies, it's crazy to think we met on here so long ago thanks to Yu and Mika and it ended up with y'know- all the cheesy stuff haha! But I would have never thought honestly I'd meet my soul mate thank to Owari, so I'll be 5ever grateful to it!!

It's a shame with work and life in general we don't have much time to write anymore as much but it's good to always come back, Nia's Mika literally destroys me every time he's always been from the beginning THE Mika for my Yu, something just clicked since we started rping and my Yu was like POINTS AT I FEEL ATTACKED RIGHT NOW HE'S MY FAMILY HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY CHOICE.

And here we are shrugs.

Have a fantastic day anon, or good night if it's evening already? And stay always safe!!

p.s. Nia has literally just arrived now and she was like "Uhm have you told them we are engaged" I TOLD YOU SHE IS SO FREAKING HOMO

#vivitalks #ooc #anonymous #answered #my life without Nia would be like katsu curry without the potatoes #incomplete #that's why also owari is so precious to us though #it brought us together heh

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letterstothemidnightsociety · 4 years ago

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Previously On Supernatural Season 3, we had a really rock solid trio of episodes to kick us off right, so what does SPN do next? It’s gonna lay the groundwork for some spicy character development that may or may not pay off by the end of the season. Let's find out!

To be honest, I felt the next three episodes just sort of plateau? There’s enough nuggets in these three eps - “Sin City”, “Bedtime Stories”, and “Red Sky at Morning” - that it does feel like they’re setting up for something big but it’s taking too much time. If the season had been longer, I don’t know that I’d be complaining, because there’s SO much potential introduced with these character developments, but I know it’s gonna get cut off at the knees in the very near future. 2021 Me has been trained on what to expect from a short season, so half of my brain wants to give the show slack for Unexpected Circumstances, but the other half of my brain is shouting YOUR NOT DRIVING THE BUS FAST ENOUGH, YOU’LL NEVER MAKE IT TO THE END OF THE LINE IN TIME!!!

And that’s maybe unfair because there really are some great nuggets in here. We’ve got “Sin City”, which is Dean’s episode. I mean, they’re ALL Dean’s episode, but this one more so than the other two in this post. Dean gets trapped with a demon who turns out to be...kinda...nice? In kind of a Stockholm Syndromey way I guess? She let’s Dean in on the fate that awaits him when his year long contract is up and it is NOT great. This isn’t the first time we see that there’s more to the demons than SPN has shown us in the past (hello, Ruby), but it is the first time Dean chills out enough to actually have a conversation with one. Dean doesn’t really get it, like he’s still not interested in getting out of his deal, but the fear gets planted, it just needs some time to grow. Oh, also, the Colt Ex Machina is back in action, so that's important.

This dumb bitch thinks he can fool us with that devil-may-care side glance but he caaaan't

But then we get “Bedtime Stories”, the Sam episode, where Sam learns...to let go? That’s the point of this episode right? It’s about letting go of someone before that person becomes too toxic and dangerous? At least, that’s the lesson that Dean wants Sam to take away from this case. But Sam will NOT learn this lesson, so instead he tries to cancel Dean’s deal by killing the crossroads demon who wrote it. Spoiler Alert: it doesn't work.

And then we get “Red Sky At Morning”, which opens and closes with some heavy emotional baggage, but then is stuffed full of fun. Like, this episode ricochets wildly in terms of Feelings, but then that’s probably what we should expect from SPN. I mean, what show have I been watching for 3 seasons now?

Fun Facts guys: I’m a tired Millenial, and swapping DVD discs was too much work so I switched over to watching this season on Netflix and GUESS WHAT???? THESE EPISODES COME WITH A SUICIDE WARNING!?!?!

They're not wrong.

And like, if that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about this season I don’t know WHAT will. Cuz Dean is absolutely suicidal and I am surprised (??) I guess (???) by how much the show acknowledges that. Or I guess, surprised by how much Netflix acknowledges that. It’s something that I did not...pick up on the first go around on season 3, possibly because I was 19 and I was an idiot and found this sort of emotional vulnerability to be endearing. Listen, I know there’s a lot to be said about the producers of the show making...umm…poor decisions in regards to character developments? But if the target demographic of this show was anything like me - and I suspect they were - then the viewers were also...probably...responding inappropriately to some of those character developments. And here’s the thing - I’m looking at this from 12 years in the future, with 12 years worth of real life drama that makes the heavy handed melodrama of television feel...well, heavy handed. Maybe irresponsible? Certainly a little uncomfortable. Big Me is having A Time confronting Little Me’s taste in TV Characters. It’s one thing to have a kink, Little Me, it’s another thing to romanticize suicidal depression.

And hey, I can’t deny that the character development for Dean makes sense. I actually appreciate that the show is thinking through the world and the relationship dynamics that they’ve built and the toll that these misadventures are having on their main characters. These episodes all get bookended by Impala Fights where Sam keeps pushing Dean to give a shit about his own life and Dean responds with an inability to care. That’s just where he is right now, and I get that. We’re early in the season still. But how will the rest of the season handle this? I honestly can’t remember but I also don’t want this to be a throw-away issue that they use to remind us that Dean’s supposed to die at the end of the season. I’m prob gonna come back to this throughout the season because I ~just~want~this~show~to be~repsonsiblllllleeeeeeeeeeee.

Lol, I know, that’s a lot to ask from the CW.

ON TO MORE FUN THINGS!!

Sam is gettin’ reeeeeallll bitchy in these episodes and #1, I love it, Bitchy Sam 5Ever, but also #2, was this supposed to be the sign that Sam was going darkside? Like, he’s snarky, he’s angry, he’s not pulling any punches and that could just be him reacting to his brother’s situation but it could also be….you know...him...becoming slightly...evil? For instance in “Sin City”, he kills the two demons who kidnapped Dean without even thinking. On the one hand, this is the Winchester MO, they kill demons, that’s their job, but on the other hand, Dean is actively telling Sam to stop. Same deal in “Bed Time Stories” - Sam kills the crossroads demon in cold blood (or maybe viscera). Again, we could blame this on instinct - the Winchesters were brought up to do exactly this - but 1) Dean keeps telling Sam not to and 2) that’s not Sam. This show spent 2 seasons telling us that Sam is the Good Brother, the White Hat, the Touchy-Feely One. This is not the Touchy Feely Sam who reasons with ghosts and falls in love with werewolves. Like, everyone else sees it too, right? Also, he is usually very nice to everyone but he is a REAL BITCH to Gertrude in “Red Sky at Morning.” Like, come on, Sam, she just wants to have a nice time. She is OLD. You really think she’s got what it takes to climb that tree?

Honestly, how tall are this lady's heels?

I know that there was a plan for Sam to start Turning in this season before the show’s episode order got slashed due to the Writer’s Strike. And man, I really would have liked to have seen this play out. Like, first season Sam is the Innocent, right? He’s our stand in for the viewer in those first few episodes and then he’s revealed to be kind of the only thing that went right in the lives of both John and Dean, so Baby Must Be Protected at All Costs. The fact that John ultimately lets Sam go off to college and doesn’t contact him for the next four years says to me that on some level, John felt the need to preserve that innocence, that kind of untouched quality Sam has. Dean is very similar - whenever Sam gets too into the job, Dean calls him out on it. So in the second season when we find out that Sam might be evil, it’s a real punch in the gut, for Dean most of all. But then the show admittedly got bored with that storyline and it didn’t really go anywhere. So whereas Dean has personality in SPADES that fluctuates and changes and develops/maybe just gets more intense as the show goes on, Sam remains that kind of blank slate that the viewer can put their face on. Except now we’re in season three, and if you’ve bought into this show, then you’ve bought into it, so the audience doesn’t need a Blank Slate Sam anymore. And if you start with Sam the Innocent and then introduce the idea of Dark!Sam and then just leave that concept hanging, then isn’t this sort of like Checkov’s Evil Sam? If you introduce Evil Sam in the first act you really ought to deliver on Evil Sam by act three, right? Wouldn’t that have been A+ and Wild? Wouldn’t that have made Sam’s arc and emotional struggles over the previous seasons have more weight?

Will this be resolved in later seasons? Maybe. I’m gonna be honest, this is the last season I watched all the way through and seasons 4 through...like, 8 were real touch and go for me. I know that Sam ultimately is revealed to be a vessel for??? The devil??? And Dean is ultimately revealed to be a vessel for??? Michael??? And then the two of them???? Fight to the death???? Point is, season 5 got weird guys and I’m not there yet.

Back to more fun things! You know what guys?? I think I ship Dean and Bela. I’m...almost ashamed to admit it? Like, I remember Little Me watching this season and just dumping on Bela, I HATED her, but this time? I am 1,000% On Board This Ship. Like, there is an alternate universe somewhere where these two got a spinoff show that ran for 6 seasons and I watched EVERY episode. And then, like, 5 years after it ended, they rebooted it with Dean and Bela’s grown up daughter as the lead and the whole OG cast makes cameos over the three seasons it stays on the air and it’s amazing. I’d own both shows on DVD.

What I like about Bela this time around (and again, I am WILDLY surprised about this development), is that she can dish it just as hard as the Winchesters can. Like, every line Dean throws at her she holds up a mirror to say, “Oh yes, I know the Kettle is black, but what color are you, Pot?” and I’m just continually thrilled. She is also just as damaged as Dean is but somehow channeling it into a healthier way? Like, she’s true Chaotic Neutral, which is not necessarily healthy, it’s just healthier than Dean. Or maybe it’s just that she’s better at managing it. In either case, they are HOT MESSES and I love it. I just love it. I know I complained about shoehorned romances but Ackles and Lauren Cohan just totally crush it in every scene and when Dean walks down the stairs all She’s All That in “Red Sky at Morning”, I yelled at the screen OMG just BONE already!!!!! And then like, 5 seconds later, Bela literally says “We should really have angry sex,” and it was probably the most vindicating moment I’ve had on this ride so far.

I just think they're neat!

WHY did we cancel her? WHY?? I don’t want to believe it was the Wincest again, so I’m gonna pretend that it wasn’t, but it was definitely fans. According to Kripke, Bela gets the axe at the end of this season because of the fan hatred of her. Now, I’ve already admitted that I personally held a grudge, but good Lord, what was wrong with us, as a Fandom? To be fair to me (and all of us), would we have felt differently if we had not been introduced to Jo a mere season earlier?? I'm gonna say yes. Although I had misgivings about Jo the first episode we meet her, by the end of season 2 I was certainly on her side. Working through season 3, I am remembering that, when we were introduced to Bela, I was immediately FURIOUS because WTF, WHERE’S JO? SPN just introduced to her. They just settled on a love interest for Dean and the writer’s just got me on board with that. Now they’ve completely done away with both that character AND that dynamic and you want me to get on board this NEW thing? And be excited about it??? So I'm gonna blame the love-interest-whiplash, combined with the fact that Little Me related my own personal self more to Jo than to Bela, that made me hate Bela in the first place. When you look at how quickly the show abandoned one character to introduce another character, it makes sense why fans got mad, but I’m also mad that we continued to hate Bela when she turned out to be such an A+ Frenemy. It makes me want to shout at the writers through the time void COMMIT TO A FEMALE CHARACTER YOU JAGWEEDS.

What’s wild watching this show now is just how Male it was, especially considering its audience was already skewed heavily female by this point in the series. If you made this show today, I don’t know that you could do that. Today, there’s a real push for balanced, diverse casts in programming, especially in sci-fi/fantasy and young adult. I think if SPN had started in 2021, they would have introduced the Harvell’s or Bela up in season 1, and that introduction would have been much more intentional. The benefit of having a shorter episode count as the standard is that there’s less of the “throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks” approach. Looking at it from 2021, reading snippets of interviews from Kripke, that’s definitely what they’re doing with the side characters in these seasons and you can feel that in Jo and Bela. A shorter season means that the storytelling has to be tighter, it can’t wander, so every decision has to be a load-bearing decision. On the other hand, one of the down sides of having a shorter episode count is the exact same thing - less room to throw stuff, less room to experiment. Heck, Bobby was technically a character they threw at the wall and he didn’t just stick, he became a tentpole character of the series. The only side character that actually made it into the series finale even!

So how much room should we be giving our television programs? I think it depends on the show, honestly. I think you have to decide up front if you want space to experiment, or if you have one, tight, compact story line that’s gonna drive viewers from episode 1 right through the finale without giving them the chance to catch their breath. You have to make the decision, but that doesn’t mean we have to stop making one style of show in favor of the other. Just because we’re in the Age of Streaming doesn’t mean there isn’t room enough for both.

#Supernatural #Supernatural season 3 #Supernatural rewatch #Sin City #Bedtime Stories #Red Sky at Morning #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Bobby Singer #Bela Talbot #TV #TV history #TV format

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years ago

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James & Ava

James: [okay so we all know the mood is that he sees whatever she's posted and literally goes there immediately with no thought of who else could also be cos he NEEDS to check that she's alright. The drama of it all] Ava: [but luckily no one is there and she'd be so shocked but also grateful 'cos no one wants to be alone and feeling unwell, esp. not in hospital] James: [when he'd have to say he was her brother so he can take her #awkward] Ava: [lollol finding that more amusing than you would otherwise 'cos concussion breaking your awks] James: [oh she'd be so cute I can't] Ava: [just hugging him so hard] James: [we all need that moment but sadly it cannot last forever because he'd have some driver doing circles endlessly cos there's nowhere to park at hospitals ever] Ava: [seriously, and it's so expensive] James: [when you were so desperate to get in there you didn't think about how long it could have taken like she could've been admitted and that driver is just lowkey out there for the rest of time] Ava: [lmao i wonder how long he'd wait for that bag before getting bored, luckily they'd low-key be ready to get rid 'cos too busy and overcrowded] James: [practically pushing her out the door as soon as they saw someone show up for her so he doesn't even have time to give her a feelsy speech lol] James: [just help her out to the car boy, you've had a lot of practice with drunk girls in heels and it'd be the same vibe] Ava: [just saying thank you over and over] James: [meanwhile he's asking her if she's okay over and over like every step they trying to take here] Ava: ['Oh God, you must think I'm so stupid, I swear, they came out of nowhere'] James: ['We both know you're not stupid, Ava' shout out to that text cleverness 5ever tbh 'I'm just glad you weren't seriously hurt'] Ava: ['How have you been, I've been so worried' shoutout to this concussion giving me shameless freedom lol] James: [when you can only shake your head because 1. you ain't been good 2. you don't wanna tell her any of it and 3. you don't think you deserve her worry/ want her to worry about you] Ava: [sad face] James: [stopping to stroke said face, don't fall over girl, he's got you] Ava: ['James-' and then just looking 'cos what can you say] James: [looking back at her cos likewise but then you gotta drop them eyes cos so sad] Ava: ['you look tired' and making more of an actual effort to get into this car] James: ['I am tired' but helping her in and doing her seatbelt for her because not gonna see her struggle ever, telling the driver her address because there's nowhere else you can take her but home even though you have no idea if as soon as you get there someone is gonna show up for her and you obviously don't want that] Ava: [patting your shoulder like 'you can come sleep' like no no one can babe] James: ['no' but a little smile cos she's cute af 'I'm supposed to keep you awake'] Ava: [when you make a face like 😏] James: ['by which, of course, I mean, you've got a 8 hour date with Edward Cullen ahead of you'] Ava: [grinning like a fool but then being like, wait 'you'll stay though, can you?'] James: ['I'm not going to leave you alone' oh the heavy unspoken implication that she might not be if the friends or fam descend 💔] Ava: [resting your head on him as a silent thank you but then lifting it like 'so awake, promise'[ James: [stroking her hair and keeping an eye like] Ava: [being like let me tell YOU a story and honestly God knows but it'd be cute and she'd be trying to match his storyteller energy] James: [when that's lowkey the moment he falls in love with her bye] Ava: [asking the driver to play the new moon soundtrack] James: [loling and honestly when was the last time he did that, we all know it was when they were together] Ava: [live the emo life and love it babes] James: [he's GOTTA dance in his seat to keep her awake, no other reason #notanerd lol] Ava: [just clapping and cheering him on like nothing to see here driver God bless] James: [so not what that man was expecting to 👀 or 👂] Ava: [freaking out drivers is low-key a fave] James: [the one time you're happy about London traffic tbh] Ava: [even though we ain't gonna interrupt, you don't know that boy] James: [speaking of, probably send a text or something to check on the kids because you just ran like assumedly they at their grandparents but] Ava: [never leaving 'em with Chlo we all know] James: [lord her and Jay would kill each other] Ava: [I'd genuinely be worried for her safety so don't blame you remotely boy, least her parents are invested] James: [literally though & you can have those grandparents forever babs we ain't taking them away from you] Ava: [awkward that your mum never shows but that's just that on that] James: [lbr that's for the best stick with your dads kiddos] Ava: [we all know it, even if Matty might not end up remembering much] James: [Ava lowkey her mum now oops] Ava: [and Jay's actual auntie...lol what a tangled web we weave boo] James: [at least they can all stay connected] Ava: [true facts] James: [makes my heart happy even if it's weird] Ava: [lean in to how weird this family is James] James: [they weird af but they're better than the one he's got #noshadetoTeddythough] Ava: [all the shade to you Chlo, sort it out] James: [her poor future children & husband] Ava: [honestly, good luck] James: [he'd have to be about everything she is or else what the fuck] James: [anyway we've been sidetracked get to Baze's house you two] Ava: [movie marathon awaits, what else do we vibe or shall we just try and see what comes out, like] James: [let's just run with it and see what happens because we extra and anything could be said and done tbh] James: [imagine how awkward it'd be when they get there because he'd have to send her in first and just be shitting himself in the car like is anyone there or no] Ava: [at least you know full well no one is there 'cos business trips forever so you're just at the door shaking your head and doing the 'come on' gesture] James: [he'd just help her to the sofa like immediately & get her blankets and pillows and painkillers (even though it wouldn't touch a concussion headache) and a phone charger and everything else she could possibly need cos Chloe's got him trained like a dog] Ava: [low-key pulling at him, gently, like boy sit down] James: [when you are then looking at her like what did I forget/ do wrong before you realise] Ava: [squeezing his hand because you can only say thank you so many times, putting the film on but then pausing and gasping so dramatically 'coffee, I promised you coffee' and going to get up like can you be careful please] James: [thinking she's in pain or something because of that gasp so being at her side like 0-1000 and slowing her down cos they can do it together thank you] Ava: [making a face at herself like ffs when she catches on 'I'm not trying to age you' and touching his non-grey hair and wrinkles like totally necessary yep] James: ['but you're offering me coffee, what's next red meat or red wine?' but no actual shade cos we both know he doesn't care and none of that is what's aging him anyway, taking her hand from his face and gently kissing said hand before handholding to lead her to her own kitchen like let's do this] Ava: ['I don't know where my cigarettes are' shrugs and smiles like sorry not sorry, smiles even harder but lowkey stops breathing when, kissing ontop of where he just kissed her hand, then getting to this all-singing all-dancing coffee machine 'you have to pick the most daring option, one you've never, ever tried before, okay?' and waggling her finger like so serious about this] James: [takes his own cigarettes out of his pocket and slides the pack over to her 'okay' and does pick, really concentrating on the decision even though there'd be so much shit he hasn't tried and we all know he could just pick option 1 and be done] Ava: [takes one out and puts it behind her ear for later 'cos no need to light up in your parents home, just watching him 'cos so cute and then nodding like yes, good choice and picks the same, setting up this machine 'cos they're always more confusing and/or time-consuming than they need to be I swear] James: [where's the lie you gotta have the knack I swear, his turn to watch her now though because she's beautiful doing anything ever and he missed her so bad] Ava: [ahh coffee goodtimes forever] James: [he needs it cos he is tired af so thanks Ava you babe] Ava: ['do we talk about what happened, or do we write it off?' when you just saying this casually whilst waiting for your coffees] James: ['I don't know' because he is genuinely torn between wanting to and also not] Ava: ['Wait and see how we feel' 'cos no rush or pressure here 'you better carry these though' 'cos we don't need burns as well ty] James: ['wait here a minute for me' because carries the drinks through and then comes back for her because why not carry her though as well obvs] Ava: [does and loves it 'I've missed you, you know'] James: ['I know now' just giving her 😍 casually 'I've missed you too'] Ava: [😍 right back 'Ask anyone' when you're talking about your mood but you realize that sounds like you been telling the world lol 'I mean, I've been a delight' 🙄] James: [when you shake your head like no it's okay 'I overreacted about your cousin, I'm sorry' takes a deep breath remembering that whole sad ending moment 'And I'm sorry for fucking up the start of your summer' because she loves it and he knows] Ava: ['I understand why, understood, whatever. And I am still sorry, I was just too excited and-' sighs like, you know, squeezing his hand again 'I promise, that's all sorted now though' 'cos clearly told her it's over by now, 'cos thought it was anyway; she nods like thanks but shrugs like it's okay too, don't worry 'Sure even I can't be grumpy in the Seychelles, like'] James: [blatantly almost kissing her because he understands the whole being too highkey thing because he was (*cough* is) too but doesn't because she's going away 'when are you going?'] Ava: [sad face like you didn't just say you aren't gonna be grumpy 'when my parents get back, couple of days'] James: [strokes her face again like he did earlier 'you'll feel better by then' because someone's meant to watch you for 48 hours actually NHS website says] Ava: [😈 me 😇 her looking at him 'how did you even- why- I-' continuously cutting herself off 'cos you know he was checking in on you now and you know he came without hesitating so it doesn't need to be said 'Oh, James'] James: ['Ava' saying her name with SO MUCH feeling that I cannot 'I had to' when you mean so many things by that like you had to go but you have to stay now and you had to make sure she was okay today but also you had to keep checking on her the whole time] Ava: [definitely gonna go in to kiss him can't stop that soz] James: [we all know it was only a matter of time and that this is gonna turn into a not at all casual make out session] Ava: [you honestly deserve it lads] James: [that coffee gonna be cold and they won't even notice] Ava: [the movies are also not being watched lmao but no one cares rn] James: [on pause forever sorry not sorry] James: [but eventually like after AN AGE one of them should lean on the remote or whatever so it starts playing and they're like wtf] Ava: [when you shit yourself like who is here but then loving 'cos hi Edward] James: [we all shitting ourselves and all loling] Ava: ['he's very possessive' no lie] James: [looking at Edward and then kissing her again like when you're trying to make someone jealous] Ava: [when you're loling too hard into his mouth like 'scuse me] James: [kissing her neck instead so she can have her adorable lol] Ava: [reacting to that in a v different way] James: [we back at it again at krispy kreme soz twilight saga] Ava: [i swear to god the ily curse is so real] James: [this always happens to us, don't talk for a bit lads, wink wonk] Ava: [its because we give them such high-pressure situations but yes, you should fully hook up 'cos haven't yet] James: [I wonder if the orgasm headache thing would work for a concussion one or not] Ava: [my boo says #experiment] James: [imma google it but I don't expect an answer] James: [nobody is telling me but if it can help a migraine I don't see why it wouldn't] Ava: [you'll be fine bitch, just a shameless excuse that he needs to hang around longer] James: [we should totally also do the shameless thing when he falls asleep and then wakes up immediately but is like oh no how long was I asleep because not only worried about her we know] Ava: [for sure, just there chilling like 🥰 'not long, but you looked peaceful'] James: ['I was' and more 😍 'I am' just snuggling happily because deserved af] Ava: [kissing the top of his head 'good' then lying down and snuggling harder 'I'm so glad you're here, that you're okay'] James: ['I'm glad that I'm here & that you're okay' kissing her forehead and holding her so tightly because he was so worried that something much worse had happened to her] Ava: ['It was kinda scary how much I missed you- like I said I WAS extra but I think, no, I still am, I can't lie to you'[ James: [when you are just falling so hard for her rn smiling like look at this perfect 😇 'you don't have to miss me any longer, minus however long you're spending in the Seychelles, of course'] Ava: ['Yeah?' trying but failing not to sound so hopeful 'And two weeks, so not as long as it has been, not that I was definitely counting or anything'] James: ['I was afraid, no, I am afraid but very few things have ever scared me as much as when I saw you were in hospital & I thought-'] Ava: [just holding him back even tighter like you could not be closer 'I'm so sorry I scared you, I won't ever do it again, even if I get hit by something more substantial than a 90lbs mum on a lightweight bike' and shaking her head with a lil lol 'cos it is funny even though it can be as bad as a car crash actual sometimes] James: ['You scare me in the best ways, you don't have to stop, I don't want you to' because think of the new things he's already done and the new things he's already felt, it makes me emosh goodbye] Ava: [when that's the hottest thing you've ever heard like 'scuse me round two] James: [you've actually got all night for once so make the most of it lads] Ava: [like literally no one needs it more than him so I'm allowing it, there's enough shit happened, happening and still to come] James: [amen to that] Ava: [happy bubble forever] James: [if only like, he is NOT gonna wanna leave in the morning but maybe we could say that like Jay has a playdate with friends or something cos soz babe you can't keep a secret so he just gets the baby and comes back] Ava: [that would be a moment] James: [just casually meet each other how cute] Ava: [have a normal, happy day like you're meant to oh] James: [you all deserve it truly] Ava: [meet your potential future stepchild babe] James: [do we wanna have them go out or stay in?] Ava: [🤔 obvs really want them to go to Kensington Park 'cos Peter Pan and like obvs I doubt anyone who would be bothered to report to Chloe is gonna be there but it is risky so maybe save it idk] James: [we will bookmark that for the future because MUST but they could take Frank on a walk somewhere cos we ain't referenced that sweet sir even if it's just through the streets like] Ava: [that's a good shout, you better be a good boy lol] James: [and don't cockblock them rn please] James: [they'd look like a little fam, I am FINE] Ava: [and lowkey behave more like one in one day like the bar is so low tah Chlo] James: [the scolding tea] James: how are you feeling? Ava: 😊 So happy Ava: Only a bit tired from the whole staying awake thing and you keeping me awake, like 😏 Ava: oh, and Frank said you've redeemed yourself so well done there too Ava: how're you and the girls? James: I'm happy to hear all of that James: has your dizziness gone? James: we're fine, but tired too Ava: Yeah Ava: barely a headache Ava: and my parents get in early AM so I should be all set to go when they do get here James: how much packing is there left to do? Ava: All of it but deciding which 14 bikinis I wanna take shouldn't take too long James: are you sure? I think it would take me a really long time to decide Ava: I'll put some stories up Ava: You can help me Ava: I reckon I need your clearly more considered opinion James: of course you do James: you wouldn't want to spend the entirety of your holiday wishing you'd chosen differently Ava: so true Ava: especially as I'm not allowed to pack my pout James: everyone is well aware of how important the pursuit of a tan is to you, darling, anything that jeopardises that, well, it's bound to be very pout inducing James: you'll be forgiven Ava: I don't know if my family is as forgiving as you Ava: perhaps they don't like my pout as much Ava: they definitely aren't as supportive in bikini related decision making James: I'll dedicate paragraphs to both James: multiple lengthy ones Ava: It'll seem gratuitous in the movie but nothing is too much for the book James: as long as it remains included in the director's cut James: or else I will be devastated Ava: I'll demand it in my contract Ava: I think it'll be a first in favour of taking your clothes off instead of keeping 'em on James: thank you James: you do deserve a multitude of firsts, honestly Ava: you deserve so much Ava: much more than I'm allowed to give you Ava: that reminds me Ava: as I can't give you anything as a thank you, I've had to get creative James: so much of what I deserve is negative & there is nothing you owe to me in any capacity, thanks included James: but I'd never want to discourage creativity Ava: Shh sh Ava: in the spirit of firsts and trying new things Ava: when you're all less worn out, go to [a sassy but kid-friendly cafe/restaurant that's a bit out there and exotic and definitely nowhere Chloe has ever made you take her] and tell 'em you're eating on me, yeah Ava: then when I get back and you're free, you're coming over and I'm cooking James: Ava Ava: It's already arranged, I go there all the time, it's the 2nd best Brazilian food I've had James: you've been to Brazil for the 1st, haven't you? I can tell Ava: Actually no, mores the pity Ava: but my Uncle is Brazilian and a chef, my cousin too Ava: having a big weird family has unexpected perks Ava: if you like it, I already have a recipe lined up that's meant to be 🔥 but even a novice like me can master it James: you'll have to wait patiently for my review because I regrettably can't send you a picture of my face after the 1st mouthful to serve as one, but okay Ava: I'll do my best Ava: though having any patience when it comes to you doesn't seem to be my strong suit Ava: arguably not a virtue I'm known for, ever, but especially now James: I'll do my best not to miss you so hard that it's physically painful but that doesn't appear to be my strong suit either & as previously agreed, I won't make any promises I'm forced to immediately break Ava: Oh Ava: Knowing it wasn't just me finding out that painful cliche is painfully real is somehow a comfort, to know you'll want to avoid the feeling as much as I do from now on but it also hurts me even more, the idea of you having to feel it at all in the first place Ava: but there is no conflict in just how hard I'm looking forward to seeing you again after this ill-timed holiday James: I don't ever want you to be in pain because of me, I have to insist on only the good cliches going forward James: devastatingly a postcard can't be included in that Ava: Hmm, got any long-lost great aunties I can pretend to be? 🤔😂 James: If I do my wife is bound to be aware of them, their current financial situation & any possible health concerns they are facing Ava: Valid Ava: Don't need to give her any more reason to 💀💀💀 me Ava: At least no holiday is complete without the obligatory narcissistic poolside shoot James: suffice to say I've never had a complete holiday, in that case Ava: I bet you've had to be cameraman plenty though Ava: so rude when you're so nice to look at James: & yet I've never been trusted to pick a filter Ava: 🙄 Ava: does she not know that you're an artiste James: no, it's our secret Ava: 😊 I like that James: I like you Ava: I like that more James: I wish I could see you again before you go Ava: Me too Ava: I kinda wish I weren't going James: how early are your parents getting back exactly? Ava: like 4am kinda early James: I won't make you stay awake again James: I know how tired you must be Ava: 🥺 James: I'm so relieved that I can't see that look on your actual face Ava: It's 💔 Ava: but I'll survive Ava: about James: you're a very strong person Ava: You James: I'm not Ava: You are though Ava: you put up with so much shit James: is that strength or is it weakness? Ava: I think it's strength Ava: You can't necessarily stop shit happening or get shit out of your life Ava: no matter how strong Ava: and you manage to do all the shit you have to regardless James: I'd like to think you're right Ava: Then you should Ava: I encourage it Ava: 🤓 me James: you are undeniably clever Ava: Try to be Ava: when I'm not standing in the middle of cycle paths, obviously James: I heard you say that bike came out of nowhere Ava: Yeah Ava: I miss you already Ava: Frank is not as good a nurse, like at all James: if you can fall asleep now, I'd feel less guilty about the prospect of asking you not to later James: should I hypothetically be able to get away Ava: 🛌🏃 Ava: Promise James: I can't give you a promise back Ava: I know Ava: but this way, I either stay asleep and that's that Ava: or I get the best surprise to wake me up James: what did I do to deserve you? Ava: This is the part where I say something very bad but Ava: you don't seem capable Ava: you're just James: whatever it was, I need to know so I can keep doing it Ava: just be you Ava: another cliche you've proven to be true and real James: this fortnight without you is going to be really cliche James: there's no chance of it existing beyond the 1st draft Ava: not even for my eyes only? James: well James: maybe Ava: Please please please James: okay James: you are my fairest critic & you do have beautiful eyes Ava: Yours are better Ava: but I won't be too jealous if I get to look at them more James: I definitely can't promise not to be envious of everyone in the Seychelles who will get to look at you more than I can Ava: Do you ever get a decent lunchbreak? Ava: we could facetime James: I'll figure something out James: because my dad takes the longest lunch breaks, you'd be forgiven for thinking it's the 80s Ava: 😏 we love a throwback 🙄 James: I'll take Matty to work with me, she'll distract whoever I need her to Ava: She is very cute Ava: I see it James: I won't be saying anything the like of that if she won't sleep tonight though Ava: 🤞 for you and her Ava: shame she's not yet at the walking stage Ava: Frank is so 💤 James: I can't keep her in any kind of routine, it's frustrating for both of us Ava: That's hard James: it's harder for her than it is for me, she never knows what's happening Ava: She'll get there Ava: I was the worst baby Ava: hopefully before you totally lose your mind, 'course James: I find it impossible to believe you weren't 😇 Ava: I was pretty premmie so my poor parents were confined to perpetual bright light for ages when I got home James: both the girls were so late James: that was an entirely different struggle Ava: I can imagine how delightful Ava: usually excusable but when you set the bar low to begin with 😬 James: the last thing I want to do is badmouth her to you, but as we know, sometimes things write themselves Ava: I feel you Ava: not a cliche I particularly wanna be either James: of course not Ava: but you can vent, you know Ava: I don't even have to reply, just if you need to put it somewhere James: no, I can't Ava: okay, just a suggestion James: so much of this is already not fair to you, Ava Ava: I don't think it is Ava: you've never lied about any of it, you're always realistic about what you can and can't give me Ava: and I'd like to help, in any tiny way I'm able James: you don't know what she's like & I'd rather you didn't have to know James: let's keep it at you don't do sympathy Ava: I know very little but that's not positive so it doesn't take your author level of imagination if I wanna go there without your guidance Ava: and it isn't sympathy but okay Ava: I won't mention her and you don't have to either James: I just can't have you seeing me differently because Ava: I'd never see you differently because of what she's like as a person James: it's too big of a risk for me to take, that you'll end up thinking less of me than you do now Ava: You can trust me Ava: but you don't have to Ava: I won't push anything, I don't need to Ava: as much as I want to take things fast in so many respects, I'm never going to take it where you don't want it James: it isn't you I don't trust James: I'm not a reliable narrator, she's made sure I'm not Ava: However...intertwined and diluted you feel your story got, because of her, because of whatever Ava: it's always gonna be your story to tell, if you want it Ava: and I'll always listen to how you tell it James: Ava Ava: James James: if it was a story I was in control of I'd come to the airport & tell you not to go James: cliche or not Ava: and I'd stay Ava: but that's far too much like a happy ending and we've only just begun James: you're right again Ava: don't sound so surprised 😉 James: I was actually trying to decide where it falls on the scale of ideas & habits, good, bad or somewhere in between James: that you always seem to be Ava: Have you drawn a conclusion yet? James: I couldn't possibly tell you James: you're supposed to be asleep Ava: damn Ava: you'll tell me in the morning? James: yes Ava: Okay, I'll go, as long as you know it is so reluctantly it's practically under protest James: & I won't stay here hoping you don't, as long as you know it's under identical conditions Ava: Noted Ava: Goodnight and sweet dreams for whenever that happens for you then, love James: thank you

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fxiled-fxithful · 6 months ago

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My url.

[ URL Meme - Accepting]

My muse’s opinion of your muse:

"I think you try too hard to be a people pleaser with everyone you meet, be it angel or demon. I can only imagine that it's exhausting to be in your mind for a day. The fact that you manage to not create any enemies (yet) both baffles and amazes me."

My opinion of your muse: Very interesting OC! I was hesitant to interact with you at first but our rps have certainly helped me with building lore for some of my characters. Seraph is a fun angel to fluster. xD

My favorite part about our muse’s interactions: On my Lilith, when he reacts to both Lucifer and Lilith flirting with him. I'm over here giggling and kicking my feet 'cause that shit is hilarious. On here, when there is a topic that both Seraph and Angela disagree on, he doesn't push it and that actually gives him respect points from Angela.

A wish/plot I want to write for our muses: In the UC verse, little Ravina is going to be born soon. I would love to have the angel babies to interact. Just keep in mind she has three protective brothers that will protecc 5ever. Morgan's cousin, Ravina, will likely be surrounded by crows more likely than not. Her dad is the Crow Father/ Angel of Death. She's gonna be followed by birbs. Ya' can't get away from birds when it comes to branches of the Morningstar line.

A way your muse has made mine better: Seraph has certainly given her something to think about, despite their disagreements. His views are refreshing and she would love to have a full debate with him at some point.

#:ask reply:#darkseraphscorner #-unholy crusade-

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fatedtoendure-archive-blog · 10 years ago

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okay but what if the octavia/bellamy is a hallucination though like that shot of bellamy looking up all bloody is really reminiscent of 1x08 when he's looking up into the light and the way that entire sequence is shot with all of those shadows and both of them sort of fading in and out? plus, talk about a fear for bellamy???? like, everything he's done has been for octavia. he always did what he had to do to protect his sister, that's who he is.

there's no one more important to him than octavia. and before maybe he was terrified of being a monster, of being someone that hurt people and being terrible and not who his mother raised him to be but like? he helped clarke pull that lever and he holds himself accountable for what he's done, for all of those kids in MT and maya and everything else. being a killer or monster isn't a fear for bellamy anymore, it's a harsh reality. so what else is there to be afraid of?

"my sister, my responsibility." octavia is why he pulled that lever with clarke. losing octavia either through death or abandonment is probably the worst fucking thing bellamy can imagine, plus if anything would confirm to bellamy that he's a monster, it's hearing octavia say that what he's done makes him basically dead in her eyes, watching that look of betrayal cross her face and knowing that he deserves it and accepting that octavia is lost to him.

( also creds 2 @lydiaendures / @lingeringscars 4 this idea also i’m DYING )

#the 100 spoilers #the 100 #octavia x bellamy #me: doesn't come on here for 5ever #me: watches the 100 s3 trailer #me: comes online to post about the blakes #me: dies #( ooc. )

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Bea & Fraze

Bea: 👓 Fraze: ⛔ Bea: You'll get a right headache Fraze: Nah Fraze: Be more of one if I put 'em on 🤓 Bea: 🙄 Bea: be so 😎 when you don't pass this test Fraze: I ain't gonna either way Bea: Not with that attitude Bea: why not Fraze: Didn't study, like Fraze: too busy Bea: can't see, like Bea: such a bullshit excuse Fraze: Fuck off, I can see Bea: Alright well the squint doesn't look cute so you'll want to knock that on the head Fraze: Nobody's looking my way but you, babe Fraze: This ain't a paper to cheat off Bea: Better 🤞 they ain't Bea: since you're so concerned what they reckon, apparently Fraze: what are you on one for? Bea: you're distracting me with all your faces Bea: just put 'em on, idiot Fraze: You're distracting me with all this bullshit, that I'm reading easy, by the way Fraze: You know you're copycatting my Ma right now, yeah? That don't sound cute so you'll wanna knock it on the head even faster Bea: Not the same, your phones not even a foot from your face Fraze: And? Bea: 🤓 go sit up front Fraze: fuck that Bea: exactly Bea: what's the big deal anyway Fraze: you're the only one making a big deal out of it Fraze: like I said, Ma will be well proud Bea: whatever Bea: be like that then Fraze: Like what? Fed up that I'm getting a headache off you Fraze: Stop kicking off and get your own test done Bea: Bollocks Bea: you know why you've got a headache, even if you refuse to do anything about it Fraze: I ain't asking you to do anything about it except shut up Fraze: give it a shot if you wanna help, like Bea: you shut up Bea: go lie in a dark room Bea: that'll be cool Fraze: Miss ain't letting me go mid test, feeling fake sick is the oldest trick in the book Fraze: catch yourself on, she has Bea: it's not even fake Bea: you'll be seeing spots in a few Fraze: Who died and made you such a fucking expert? Bea: don't take a genius, babe Fraze: Shame, prime showing off opportunity slipping through your fingers there Bea: Get the chance when I ace this, won't I Fraze: 'Course Fraze: probably wanna concentrate then, yeah? Bea: what are you gonna do? Fraze: I reckon I'll text some girls who ain't you Bea: yeah, that's what I meant Bea: and that'll help Fraze: It won't hurt Fraze: Unlike the suggestions I'm ignoring from you Bea: Your funeral Bea: didn't you listen either Bea: if you don't get at least 50% you've got to come back and do it again at lunch Fraze: Me and Miss, it's a date Bea: enjoy Fraze: Cheers Bea: [slides him notes along the floor that's like everything from the board in as few words as possible 'cos that bitch] Bea: get it 'fore your mate does Fraze: [obvs takes he cos not gonna pass up that opportunity] Fraze: Why'd you bother? Bea: not like it took me long Fraze: Yeah but it ain't like you're gonna miss me that much at lunch Bea: Obviously Bea: idk does it matter Fraze: You tell me, you're the one being proper helpful today Bea: yeah don't say thanks or anything Fraze: Alright I won't Bea: 🙄 Fraze: You done already? Bea: yeah Fraze: fucking hell Bea: I ain't sending you the answers next Bea: before you even ask Fraze: Come on Bea: you ain't thick Bea: you can do it yourself Bea: and I wouldn't want to interrupt your lunchdate Fraze: Worth a try Bea: put half that effort in with your work Bea: mum enough for you? Fraze: 😂 Fraze: Yeah, you nailed it Bea: 👍 Bea: I'll take my bow Fraze: Let me get my 👓 on first, I'd be gutted to miss it, babe Bea: Funny Fraze: Nah but I'm trying to get this done, ain't I Bea: oh what, you'll be so much funnier when you're not busy Bea: sure 👌 Fraze: shut up Fraze: 'course I would Fraze: ask anyone in here, my rep precedes me Bea: maybe they've just got low-standards Fraze: Funny Bea: I'm done so Bea: got the time Fraze: not gonna clap for you like a proud Ma Bea: s'alright Bea: plenty will Bea: you focus Fraze: Let me then Fraze: Think about your 🌟s and head pat 🤓 Bea: like I care Fraze: Bullshit Fraze: I could be legit blind and still see how much you give a shit Bea: not about what anyone here thinks Bea: getting the grades to be where I wanna be, obviously Bea: what else is there, not gonna waste my time here when we've got to be Fraze: Never said it was for 'em, did I? Fraze: smarter than that, cheers Fraze: Even if this test don't show it Bea: I don't care what Miss reckons either Bea: and I said you weren't thick Bea: don't need to impress me Fraze: 'Cause Miss don't know fuck all and you're still the smartest person I know Fraze: I ain't trying to impress you, if you are, you are, babe Bea: Didn't say either way Fraze: whatever Bea: how you doing Fraze: give me the answers to the last couple and I'll be alright Bea: really Fraze: Why not? Fraze: what else you doing? Bea: you're such a pisstake Fraze: I'll be your best mate Bea: 😂 Bea: what an offer Fraze: told you I'm funny Bea: funny enough to be bezzies is another question Bea: hmm Fraze: You've got time to think it over, already heard that brag, like Fraze: can have more too if we fuck off after this Bea: yeah Bea: a valid point Bea: we've only got bullshit left today so Fraze: and I've got a headache Fraze: we both know what the best cure for that is Bea: 🍾? Fraze: Exactly Fraze: I got some hidden Bea: See? Bea: smarter than you look Fraze: You can just admit you're impressed now Bea: nah Bea: see how I feel after a few Fraze: there's 🚬 as well Bea: when did you get them Fraze: [throws her a smug look like 😏 IRL excuse him miss whoever] Bea: [looks back and pretends to be 😒 if the teacher looks but can't help but be a lil 😏] Bea: seriously where was I Fraze: [does an exaggerated stretch and puts his feet up on his desk to signal he's done cos pleasure to have in class] Fraze: dunno Bea: ugh Bea: how many have you saved me Fraze: loads Bea: awh Bea: cheers Fraze: What can I say? Great manners Bea: I'll tell your mum Bea: so proud 💘 Fraze: I'll take any good lad points I can get Bea: how many mates are you bringing for those points then? Fraze: For now you'll do Fraze: you really know how to stroke an ego, like Fraze: make a boy feel decent about himself Bea: not what mates are for Bea: you've been doing it wrong boys Fraze: 😂 Bea: I'll put a good word in for you with girls that ain't your ma Bea: how's that Fraze: I don't need your help Bea: sure Fraze: and what makes you reckon they'd listen to you? It'd put 'em off if anything Bea: why would it Bea: rude Fraze: just saying, not your mates, are they? Bea: doesn't matter Bea: everyone knows I'm smart Bea: regardless Fraze: book smart ain't people smart Fraze: they don't know you're that Bea: don't patronize me Fraze: don't be patronized when I ain't being Bea: yes, you are Bea: like I'm some stunted loser that can't speak to people Fraze: I'm saying none of 'em ever have a clue what's going on, that's it Bea: no shit Fraze: So get over yourself, it weren't about taking the piss out of you Bea: fuck off Bea: what was it about then Bea: telling me shit I already know Fraze: you fuck off Fraze: one rule for you, yeah? Bea: Asking where your fucking glasses are isn't patronizing Fraze: Treating me like a fucking kid is Bea: you act like one Fraze: fuck you Bea: seriously Bea: you can't see, just put them on, it's not hard Fraze: mind your own business, it's not hard Bea: fine Fraze: good Bea: bye then Fraze: Jesus, they're broken, alright Fraze: are you happy now? Bea: No Bea: how broken though? Fraze: am I fucking optician like? Bea: well is it the frame or the lens'? Bea: because we can fix the frame Fraze: If I put 'em on I'd look like the kitchen window after Joe took that wanky free kick and busted it but I said it was me Bea: Hmm Bea: okay, so you need to tell your ma and yeah she'll have a go about looking after your shit better but under 16s are free so it won't be massive drama Bea: until then we can steal one of those carbon copy pads from the art room, easy two sets of notes Fraze: That's actually a decent idea Fraze: first one you've had Fraze: almost reckoned you'd lost the knack, babe Bea: piss off Bea: you know I hadn't and how often I have them Fraze: don't make me actually laugh Bea: no laughing matter, boy Bea: you're such a 🃏 Fraze: [drumming the tune of ace of ♠s with his pencil on his desk so she can hear cos pleasure to have in class again ha] Bea: wow wanna start a band Bea: sure Joe will be in Fraze: 'Cause what he needs is more groupies Fraze: fuck that Bea: 😂 Bea: idk if he's there yet Bea: or they'd like that term Fraze: can we get out of here yet or what? Bea: Oh so you think we're cool again Bea: just 'cos I've solved all your problems Fraze: Come on, you know you wanna go Bea: Maybe Fraze: You don't wanna be stuck here, ain't no maybe about that, babe Bea: alright Bea: let's go Fraze: yeah Bea: can we 🚬 before we run Fraze: 'Course Fraze: who the fuck do you reckon you're asking, like? Bea: 😏 Bea: alright Bea: calm down Fraze: That ain't really me either, is it? 😏 Bea: 😱 are you saying I don't know you that well after-all? Fraze: you ain't got nothing to prove to me Bea: damn right Fraze: [let's say the bell goes so they can leave] Bea: [hit up that smoking spot lads] Fraze: [5ever a mood but don't get caught thank you] Bea: [don't need that today they'd be pros by now] Fraze: [when you're so little still but so grown oh my heart] Bea: [probably the youngest there awh] Fraze: [they so would be, little badasses that can hold their own and Bea is the smolest lil egg] Bea: [when you're cute so sketchy older boys always let you hang its just a thing] Fraze: [and when you could beat older lads in a fight and probably have] Bea: [#squad] Fraze: [gotta go get the booze from the hiding spot, probably buried Alaska style ha, none of the rest of y'all are invited bye] Bea: [toodles] Fraze: [where should we send 'em? playground or somewhere more secret so they won't get spotted?] Bea: [hmm probably be snekky] Fraze: [good plan] Bea: [I don't think Rocky has been born yet so they could attempt the house first lol] Fraze: [oh yeah good point let's send 'em there first and then they can always run if they think they hear someone should we want] Bea: [risque, they would, also not a huge walk] Fraze: [exactly dr phil] Bea: [okay so it is a bit cliche but in a good way I think, 'cos usually these moments are like you're for some reason close enough to kiss and then you just look at each other after a MomentTM and it's like welp, anyway, what if one of the 'rents does pop back for something so they have to get in a wardrobe sitch and hide 'til they gone?] Fraze: [omg yes because I call bullshit on adults/teens fitting in most wardrobes when peeps try and pull that shit but she's smol so believable] Bea: [he'll have to crouch but deal boy] Fraze: [love that for him haha] Bea: [even closer casually] Fraze: [when you're gonna have to get out and pretend none of it ever happened] Bea: [oh lads, good times] Fraze: [story of years of their lives literally] Bea: [soon children] Fraze: [Ali's cat should do something to almost lowkey give away their location since there's no dog yet, remember when Clove was throwing herself at the door lol] Bea: [heheheheh oh bluebs at least you will be ignored orrrr we could get 'em in trouble, means they wouldn't get chance to gloss over in person so we could do awks convo on messenger later] Fraze: [okay so he makes 'em go to work with him and to separate 'em for our own ends we could say Bea is counting stock in the back and he's cleaning up somewhere else idk pub stuff] Bea: [yes, that about sums it up, just in such bad moods lmao you could've been shame-walked into school] Fraze: [at least we can start 'em complaining] Bea: why have you got an easier job Fraze: how'd you reckon? Bea: there's 0 thought involved Bea: I may as well have stayed in school Fraze: there's loads of 💪 involved Fraze: wanna swap, like? Bea: 🙄 Bea: obviously not Bea: how would I manage Fraze: You're a girl, be fucked if you couldn't hack cleaning Bea: you're such a twat Fraze: Don't mean I'm wrong Bea: doesn't mean you're right either Bea: rude doesn't mean it's a harsh truth automatically Fraze: 'Course not but this one's bang on Fraze: Look at my Ma, spends her life picking up after us lot Bea: that's her choice Bea: don't have to be a mum Fraze: you don't wanna then? Bea: no Bea: why would you Bea: like you said, all she does is pick up after us Fraze: must be more to it than that or no fucker would bother Fraze: don't get nearly enough handouts to be in it for the cash Bea: nah don't be thick Bea: most are accidents Bea: or to fix the fuckups with the previous Fraze: Pretty obvious which I fall into, golden boy too Fraze: It don't need to be your turn to tell me shit I already know now, just 'cause you're bored Bea: not shattering any illusions Bea: but you asked so Fraze: I asked about you, not what the standard is around here Fraze: I ain't planning in following in any of these fuckers footsteps Fraze: or coming to 'em for childcare tips Bea: and you think I am? Bea: not one for the parenting books but could be worse I guess Fraze: you ain't talking about moving the goalposts, babe Fraze: why wouldn't you if you can do it better Fraze: goes for anything Bea: I can think of plenty of things I'd rather do Fraze: Me too but eventually I'll have done all them Bea: you gonna be one of those middle-aged dads running around after a toddler then Fraze: Be rude not to knock out a few with my supermodel missus before I run off with the hot nanny, like Fraze: give her something to remember me by and shit to do when the work dries up Bea: 😂 Fraze: what you laughing for, don't you reckon it's a good plan? Bea: I reckon you shouldn't repeat that to anyone else Fraze: alright but you should've said you were that desperate to have a secret with me 'cause I reckon I could've done loads better Bea: I'd hope so Bea: that's kid's stuff, like Fraze: you done treating me like one then? Bea: depends Fraze: on? Bea: you Bea: not acting like one Bea: obviously Fraze: I don't, obviously Bea: okay Fraze: come on, say it with feeling, babe Bea: Maybe when there's some proof Fraze: are you out later? Bea: are we allowed out later is the question Fraze: it's only the question if you're a little kid Fraze: I'm going, come with Bea: where? Fraze: you'll see if you ain't too scared of my Ma's wrath, like Bea: yeah right Fraze: I dunno, sounded like you were gonna pussy out there then Bea: I just don't like to waste my time Bea: nothing wrong with that Fraze: I don't waste your time Fraze: ain't ever Bea: didn't say you did Fraze: If I invite you out it's worth going and I did Bea: alright Bea: we can see Bea: not like homework is much to compete with Fraze: Cheers for ranking me above it, know how much of a swot you are Bea: shut up Fraze: Like to see you try and make me Fraze: just keep counting, babe Bea: easy Bea: you're clearly working hard enough to lecture me Fraze: Thought you might be missing Miss Bea: you're the one who wants her to be your first cliche Fraze: Nah, just 'cause she's missing me don't make it mutual Bea: 😏 Fraze: what can I say? Pleasure to have me in class is all hers Bea: definitely not the rest of ours, like Fraze: I'm well gutted I don't make your day Bea: Obviously Fraze: Yeah Bea: I'll survive Fraze: you and me both Bea: thank god Fraze: I told you there's no need to tell me shit I already know and how lost you'd be without me falls under that Bea: you reckon Fraze: Obviously Bea: Mm Bea: anyway Fraze: 😏 Bea: shame all these bottles can't go missing Fraze: but a few of 'em could Bea: you reckon Fraze: don't you reckon? Bea: I don't wanna fuck over your dad Bea: but I am doing stock so realistically Bea: one or two wouldn't be missed Fraze: one or two ain't gonna bankrupt him Fraze: it'll only matter to us Bea: okay Bea: I'll put them behind the bins, don't forget Fraze: I won't Bea: I ain't sharing with every fucker either Bea: make it last just me and you okay Fraze: 'Course Fraze: they ain't sticking their necks out, that's me and you Bea: right Bea: exactly Fraze: we'll ditch 'em easy Bea: always do Bea: though they're pretty persistent, give 'em that Fraze: Pleasure of your company, babe Bea: 'Course Bea: never mind if they get a sniff of booze or cigs Fraze: there's the secret you wanted then Bea: Yay Bea: let you off for telling me what I already know there as well Fraze: Playing nice for as long as the stolen goods last, yeah? Bea: I'm doing the actual stealing Bea: you gonna snitch? Bea: doubt that Fraze: fuck off Fraze: I ain't that cunt Bea: I know Bea: I'm saying, I don't need to play nice Fraze: You don't know how Fraze: It's why I'm miss' fave even though you get all the gold stars Bea: 😂 Bea: don't make me laugh Fraze: why not? Fraze: we ain't in that much trouble Bea: because I don't wanna Fraze: come on Bea: why? Fraze: why not? I asked that first Bea: Because I'll look insane Bea: in here on my own Bea: stocktake isn't the height of hilarity Fraze: stop before you get hysterical, like Bea: har dee ha Bea: you're never that funny, boy Fraze: You never get me in that good of a mood Bea: who does Fraze: I'll let you know when I meet 'em Bea: so sweet Fraze: shut up Bea: no, I mean it Bea: so adorable Bea: 💘 Fraze: and I mean it, shut up Bea: so sensitive Fraze: don't take the piss Bea: calm down Fraze: don't fucking tell me to calm down either Bea: jesus Bea: what's the issue Fraze: what's your issue? Bea: Nothing Bea: I'm fine Bea: you're being weird Fraze: You're being more of a bitch than standard Bea: Not really Bea: you're being more of a pussy Fraze: No I ain't Bea: sure Fraze: I'd be a pussy if I let you bullshit and didn't say fuck all Bea: What's your point here? Fraze: Why do I need one but you're a twat for the sake of? Bea: I ain't but whatever Bea: this has been boring for too long Fraze: Yeah, that shit we can agree on Bea: great Bea: happy days Fraze: what do you want? Bea: nothing from you Bea: I am going to see if I can go Bea: homework would be a better use of my time Fraze: He's a pushover, mention a deadline and he'll be convinced Bea: Yeah Bea: I've met him before Fraze: One of those involved, toddler chasing da's, like Bea: Not old though Bea: or a total cliche Fraze: Let him know, there's worse ways to point score Bea: tah Bea: I reckon I've got this Bea: you get in trouble much more than I ever do Fraze: see you later then Bea: TTFN Bea: I'm taking the bottles Fraze: whatever Fraze: they're yours Bea: I mean you don't need to try and get them in the car with your dad Fraze: like I was worried Bea: I'm not asking for a thanks, I'm just saying, they're gone Fraze: alright Bea: ✌ Fraze: Go do your homework 🤓 Bea: you as naive as your dad? Fraze: don't be stupid Bea: then don't take the piss Fraze: so sensitive Bea: so funny, you Fraze: I keep telling you Bea: Trust me, I know Bea: you've got more planned than talking tonight, yeah? Fraze: I ain't planning on doing any talking Bea: then I'm still in Fraze: you weren't ever out Bea: so sure Fraze: yeah Bea: well Bea: you know there's nothing better to do around here Fraze: obviously, I live here too Bea: 💔 Fraze: You sound it Bea: not as much as you Bea: gutted Fraze: Nah Bea: mhm Bea: 👑🍀 Fraze: Have a drink, it'll make you less of a wind up Bea: brave Bea: I could drink through your share Fraze: Like I said, its yours Fraze: I didn't do fuck all Bea: you would've if you could so Bea: only fair Bea: I didn't get the cigarettes or drink earlier did I Fraze: whatever Fraze: we didn't get to drink much earlier, barely counts Bea: need a better spot Bea: somewhere between home comforts and hiding from cops/nosey concerned citizens god knows where Fraze: I'll think of something Fraze: like you said, don't need my 🧠 for what my da's got me doing Bea: still more fun than double english, yeah? Fraze: Well yeah Fraze: 'course Bea: so no need to complain, like Fraze: I'm just saying, I'll sort it Fraze: no more interruptions Bea: no more wardrobes Fraze: don't need neckache and a headache, like Fraze: it ain't gonna keep me off school tomorrow Bea: have as much chance as growing pains Bea: no sympathy for your plight Fraze: they are fucked though Fraze: not that you'd know Bea: don't take your rage out on me Bea: you can reach the top shelf Bea: there are no perks to being small, lurch Fraze: 'course there are Fraze: you can get away with loads of shit Fraze: just 'cause you look cute Bea: well you fucked that from the off being born a boy Bea: no one would be calling you cute Bea: maybe your ma 💕 Fraze: 😂 Bea: 😏 Fraze: you home yet? Bea: yeah Bea: still a while before the others descend Fraze: give the cat a swift kick for us before they do Bea: I'm not committing animal abuse for you Bea: I won't feed it, because I'm certain it does not need it Fraze: shit partner in crime you are Bea: excuse you Bea: maybe we should go over the approved and not crimes, like Fraze: too late for that, ain't it Fraze: you know too much to just be replaced Bea: you're really gonna murder me to end it all Fraze: don't take the chance Fraze: behave better than that snitch of a cat Bea: 😒 Bea: you've got more chance 💀 me than telling me to 'behave' Fraze: lucky I don't want you to then Fraze: tonight'd be proper boring Bea: yeah? Fraze: yeah Bea: your friends ain't MY favourites but Bea: bit harsh from you Bea: they'll be 💔 Fraze: don't make me laugh Bea: come on Bea: why not Fraze: you got out, I'm still pissed at you Bea: no you are not Fraze: already aced one test today, fancy your odds? Bea: it's subjective Bea: no proving it either way Fraze: take me at my word that proves it Bea: but you're also saying you still wanna go out later so that contradicts it Fraze: I don't have to like you to have a drink with you Bea: but you do Fraze: don't flatter yourself Bea: fuck off Fraze: you first Bea: why are you bothered Bea: you don't mind being at the pub Bea: I know your dad ain't working you to the bone Fraze: Still don't compare to being home alone doing whatever you want Bea: don't worry, not like I've got time to throw a massive party Fraze: not like you would Bea: you don't know Fraze: bullshit Fraze: I know you Bea: obviously not Fraze: are you kidding yourself yet babe 'cause you ain't me Bea: you're such a dick Fraze: why are you bothered? Fraze: you don't need to impress me Bea: I'm not trying to Bea: I'm telling you how it is Bea: you're rude Fraze: to you 'cause you are to me Bea: oh yeah 😂 well special Bea: you're a delight to everyone else Fraze: unless there's a gun to your head, feel free to fuck off then Bea: I have Bea: be more mad about it Bea: not gonna be here when you're back, easy Fraze: What's your problem today? Fraze: you were alright earlier Bea: yeah well Fraze: What? Bea: forget about it Fraze: So you can avoid me, fuck that Bea: I don't appreciate being called a loser by you Fraze: I never said you were Bea: Bullshit Bea: you've been doing nothing but Fraze: Bullshit Bea: whatever Fraze: it's not Fraze: I ain't mates with no losers, you know Bea: well you don't like me do you Fraze: Don't be thick, it don't suit you Bea: Couldn't if I tried Bea: but thanks, that was ALMOST a backhanded compliment Fraze: Shut up, I just said I like you Bea: good Fraze: You gonna stop sulking now then? Bea: I am not sulking Bea: quit whilst you're even Fraze: Whatever Fraze: Are you gonna run off when I get back or not then? Bea: No Bea: dead giveaway, your dad ain't that much of a pushover Bea: your mum needs to see we're in before we ain't Fraze: so you are scared of her Fraze: knew it Bea: again, no Bea: idiot Bea: I'd just rather not get caught Fraze: we won't Fraze: she ain't caught me out doing anything for ages Bea: let's not get hyperbolic Bea: 🐈 managed it today so Fraze: yeah but if my Ma had been home she wouldn't have given a shit what the cat was doing Bea: maybe Fraze: come on, you know she'd have been in and out well before my da Bea: that has nothing to do with how clever you are Bea: or stealth Bea: so don't be cocky Fraze: never said that one did Fraze: I've got loads of other examples though Fraze: probably half of which you were there for Fraze: it ain't being cocky if you can back it up Bea: 😏 alright Bea: the others are back, Joe was on wrangling duty alone so he's in a good mood Fraze: always is Bea: yeah but you forgot, they had play rehearsal so he had to stick around for that joy 😬😂 Fraze: 😂 Bea: they're STILL singing Bea: even if I wanted to do homework Fraze: come walk with me, he's letting me off Bea: you need a chaperone too? Bea: okay Fraze: armed guard, like Fraze: that much of a troublemaker Bea: shh Bea: you're making me laugh and I don't want to encourage any of 'em Fraze: 🤐 Fraze: hurry up then Bea: alright alright Bea: lemme put my shoes on Fraze: you better I ain't carrying you home Bea: weakling Bea: I'm SO small, remember Fraze: it ain't 'cause I couldn't, princess Bea: well that's just mean Fraze: we've called a truce for now, like Fraze: don't mean I'm gonna play that nice Bea: however will I cope Bea: 🙄😏 Fraze: the booze will help Bea: your da recruited you for promotion? Fraze: would if he was smart Bea: trademark it Bea: not sure its an original concept but can work around that Fraze: 👍 Bea: be outside, I don't wanna hang about, like Fraze: alright princess, calm down Bea: k I'll get murdered Bea: you live with that Fraze: I'm not gonna let anything happen to you Fraze: don't be dramatic Bea: when the audience demands it Fraze: what? Bea: you're all about the dramatics, don't lie Fraze: you got my mates with you then? Bea: they didn't come knocking askinf if you could come out to play, no Bea: sorry Fraze: well there ain't any audience to worry about without 'em Fraze: I don't reckon you're that sorry Bea: I don't think you are either Bea: that's more of a story Fraze: if I wanted to piss about with 'em, I would Fraze: I picked you Fraze: end of story Bea: to me, yeah Fraze: I don't owe 'em fuck all Fraze: don't worry about it Bea: do my best Bea: bless 'em 💔 Fraze: you don't know how to do anything else Bea: thought we weren't playing nice Fraze: it weren't a compliment Fraze: sounds fucking knackering to me Bea: that's why I do it, not you Fraze: cheers for falling on that bullet, babe Bea: not for your sake or anyone's but you are welcome Fraze: I know it's for your own sake Fraze: I ain't that much of a div Bea: Good Bea: bit awkward if not Fraze: you ain't the only one who wants to get out Bea: I know Fraze: good Bea: not long now Bea: grand scheme of things Fraze: how'd you work that out? it's ages Fraze: can't believe Da had you counting Bea: Shut up 😂 Bea: so we're about half-way Bea: it's called optimism Fraze: halfway is only nearly done if you're half arsing it, babe Fraze: that's realism or whatever Bea: Stop being pedantic Bea: 🤓 Fraze: I dunno that one, like Bea: trust me, you do Fraze: come on, what's it mean 🤓? Bea: excessively concerned with minor details or rules; overscrupulous. Fraze: 😂 Fraze: you reckon I care about rules? Bea: when it suits you Fraze: I do everything to suit me, why wouldn't I? Bea: Exactly 😂 Fraze: What the fuck are you doing, any slower and you'd be dead Fraze: it ain't that long of a walk Bea: I didn't just drop everything to run, God Bea: I'm basically there Fraze: Legit or the same as how you reckon halfway is nearly done? Bea: 😑 Bea: I can turn around Fraze: don't though Bea: I won't Bea: don't like wasting time, yeah Fraze: I ain't forgotten Bea: Good Bea: [show up hoe] Fraze: [when you can't stop yourself from smiling when you see her though cos that's just how it is Bea: [gurl same even if that wardrobe situation was awkward we all know you're about it] Fraze: [passes her the 🚬 he's been smoking while he waits cos we know she ain't got any] Bea: [nudging his shoe with hers like tah when she takes it, also probably start walking 'cos a pub isn't an ideal place to chill outside of] Fraze: [strutting together but we all know they have to take a detour because fuck going straight home, should we say playground or shop?] Bea: [let's say playground] Fraze: [always here for that, on you go lads, get amongst those older kids you shouldn't be hanging with but are] Bea: ['how'd you break your glasses then?'] Fraze: [shrugs cos he never wants to talk about fights that don't go perfect for him obvs] Bea: [a slight eye roll but changing tact 'when even, then?'] Fraze: ['the other day' be more vague boyyy] Bea: ['when are you gonna drop it on your mum?'] Fraze: ['dunno, depends if Da grasses us up for earlier or not'] Bea: [nods like true life, you know he wouldn't lmao] Fraze: ['I'll tell her tonight if he keeps his mouth shut, like'] Bea: ['gonna bother making up a story or you just gonna ride out the nag?' be thinking 'we had PE today, could say they got broke then'] Fraze: ['see, this is why I picked you over those useless fuckers' nudges her as he says it] Bea: [😏 but genuine under it, nudging back 'could lob a ball in your face for extra realism, if you like'] Fraze: [😏 back but then a genuine little lol] Bea: ['take that as a no' as she's going through park gate] Fraze: ['take it as I ain't as sure of your aim as you are, babe'] Bea: [scoffs 'if that were true, you'd be happy to let me try, duh'] Fraze: ['Fuck that, I'm saying you'd go too far 'cause you've been waiting for the chance to hurt me, not that you'd miss'] Bea: [evil smile like damn you got me but shakes her head and heads for an available swing] Fraze: [gives her a look like yeah I keep saying I know you and throws someone off a swing so he can have the one next to her #truelove] Bea: [we all love a swing moment] Fraze: [soz random kid but she ain't your bae] Bea: [at least it won't be an actual kid this time of day lol, should be wearing school skirt for that moment of letting it fly but not showing your knickers, aka a dangerous game] Fraze: [yassss] Bea: [casual see how high you can go contest always] Fraze: [we should let her win cos he'd hate that but also be impressed af obvs] Bea: [heheheheh] Fraze: [he can jump off further though that'll please him] Bea: [yeah you don't need to be doing that in whatever lowkey heels you tryna wear to school bitch] Fraze: [don't hurt yourself bab] Bea: [there should be dickhead teens doing something dickheadish 'cos always] Fraze: [100%] Bea: [they'll have to walk away anyway 'cos not sharing their spoils so byebye] Fraze: [run babies run, take her sleeve and go boy] Bea: [that backpack be rattling a girl came out prepared] Fraze: [boy gotta offer to carry that cos gentlemanly you know] Bea: ['I managed this far, like' but gives it him anyway 'cos you may as well honey] Fraze: [gives her a look like yeah that's the point it's my turn now cos you've done your share] Bea: [gives him a look like cute] Fraze: [gives her a look like shut up] Bea: [lil lol] Fraze: [another genuine smile cos happy to be with the bae] Bea: [just talking about whatever shennanigans he missed at home] Fraze: [and he's filling her in about shit she missed at the pub it's like honey how was your day lol] Bea: [god bless 'em] Fraze: [when they are already a better couple than drow] Bea: [at least that's a ways away for everyone rn 'cos no one is less here for it than Bea] Fraze: [thank god ro and ali are living their best spooky kid lives rn] Bea: [they might be about to get separated tho? like soz] Fraze: [not yet I don't think cos it's when they 11ish and we said Rocky ain't born yet here but soon lads] Bea: [a few years then, defs living your best lives] Fraze: [we also need to think of a place for them to hang out like the hideaway way back when lol but more legit] Bea: [yes, like an allotment or a dump/wasteland moment, something not yours but shelter is there] Fraze: [that's 100% the vibe I was thinking too] Bea: [unless I can think of anything more specific we should go with that, I know in certain spots 'round here cars get stolen and left a lot so they could probs chill in them as and when they're found] Fraze: [oooh that's such a mood] Bea: [contaminate a crime scene honey] Fraze: [lol crack on kids, you know he's gonna open the door for her like a gentleman bye] Bea: [just giving him a look that's like amused like she's so over it and he's silly but also like oh and a LOOK 'cos we know] Fraze: [shamelessly giving her a LOOK back cos when has he ever given a fuck everyone knows he's in love with her at this point] Bea: [checking all the compartments in case they missed any good loot but probably not, maybe there's a lighter though] Fraze: [I approve wholeheartedly cos they'd be buzzing] Bea: [such sweet babies] Fraze: [I just keep screaming inside cos they're so young but crack that bottle open boy] Bea: [I hope you took something paletable girl] Fraze: [we know she knows her shit thanks creepy old dudes of the past] Bea: [truly, and can handle it so no embarrassing moments on that score] Fraze: [literally she'd be better than him on it but his pride and need to keep up would stop him from being cringe either] Bea: [you got this boy, she wouldn't let him get schwasted anyway lbr] Fraze: [not when you've gotta go home and tell Tess about your glasses boy] Bea: [exactly so they won't be knocking it back hardcore just taking that edge off sweaty] Fraze: [it's always one of those days for you two, we get it] Bea: [especially when you had a moment in the wardrobe lol] Fraze: [we all know he hasn't stopped thinking about it since it happened, god bless] Bea: [we should do a drinking game like best day/worst day but not that 'cos he knows lmao but like your funniest mem etc] Fraze: [it can just be happy ones we don't need to hurt ourselves] Bea: [keep it light lol] Fraze: [but don't think about how close him and Joe used to be and all those cute mems] Bea: [exactly it'd still get feelsy and emosh 'cos life they've been living but it isn't like let's go deep into the trauma] Fraze: [#bondingmoment cos you obvs aren't close enough you two] Bea: [its coming boys] Fraze: [imagine the texts from his friends that he's shamelessly ignoring rn] Bea: [boys are so highkey for the squad at that age] Fraze: [and you know he's #leaderofthepack of his school mates that are similar age to him so] Bea: [exactly dr phil] Fraze: [can we do another moment or is that flying too close to the sun?] Bea: [we absolutely can they obvs happen a lot] Fraze: [realistically who do you reckon should instigate it cos might be relevant in the aftermath] Bea: [hmm literally either or not to be annoying about it lol] Fraze: [maybe she should cos then she can also stop herself cos remember those younger years and he can be like wtf] Bea: [solid logic I'm wid it] Fraze: [bonus points if she stops herself before anything's really happened at all cos that bitch like its v subtle and other peeps might miss the cue but he be knowing cos he's that bitch] Bea: [yes absolutely hence you'd feel more awks bringing it up 'cos you could just gaslight him like what are you chatting about lol] Fraze: [literally cos you know that would've happened before on both sides] Bea: [mhmm, bonus of 'we were drunk' when you ain't even] Fraze: [you both know neither of you are even tipsy lads shut up but don't because so real]

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