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notworkingsposts · 6 years ago

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Revelation (Parker x MC)

Special shout out to @politicallycorrectinnocentteen for this request for the @choicesjulychallenge hosted by @kinda-iconic .

This is the first time I'm writing for Parker so bare with me.

Tagging: @queerchoicesblog @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @crazypeanat @tornbetween2loves @politicallycorrectinnocentteen @brightpinkpeppercorn

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Several months had passed since Harper Vance visited Pine Springs, and all she could think about was Parker. Their plans always failed due to Parker’s duties as Chief of Police but they were determined to make the most of their short time together.

Harper happily sang along to the radio, her hands tapping along to the beat. The radio lost its appeal real quick, so she skilfully attached her phone to the aux cable while keeping her eyes on the road. A devilish smile creeped on her face as “Lick - Joi” began to play. The last time she heard the song was with Parker, by the lake as they enjoyed a picnic and…more. She remembered how Parker immediately flushed upon hearing the lyrics, undoing the top button of his shirt. With a wink, Harper had moved closer, raking her hands through his soft brown hair, looking deeply into his hazel eyes. She ran a hand slowly over his broad shoulders, then down his chiselled chest. He took a nervous gulp, as she moved lower again until…

Violently, she was jerked out of her thoughts as the car skidded out and came to a stop. She inspected the vehicle only to find a tyre had blown out. To her disappointment, the local garages had a minimum waiting time of 3 hours. She bit her lip as she worked out how long the walk would take to Parker’s lake side cabin. 20 minutes, not bad right? Wrong! She wanted to be there yesterday. “Fuck it” she mumbled to herself and began jogging. As she reached the path leading up to the cabin, she struggled to breathe, her legs were covered in dust and she was dripping in sweat. With her last bit of energy, she pushed on, only to see Parker sitting on the porch reading a newspaper. He looked up, his eyes growing in concern, and before he knew it he was running towards her. Harper jumped in to his arms as their bodies collided, she wrapped herself around him and squeezed for dear life.

“Harper…what happened? Are you ok? What are you running from?”

Still at a loss of air she chuckled, “I’m…not…running…from anything. I’m running…to YOU. My tyre blew out and I couldn’t wait any longer to see you. I-”

Parker silenced her with a long kiss, which deepened by the second. They broke the kiss at the same time, leaving their foreheads pressed together as they gazed lovingly into one another eyes. The couple heaved a sigh of relief; the comfort of being together feeling like they were home.

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The week went by in a blur; shopping trips, hikes, boat trips and of course spending each and every night as one. The night before Harper's departure came in a flash, so Parker wanted to treat his girlfriend to the perfect evening. He decided to keep the evening to his cabin as most places in Pine Springs was a reminder of the awful events which had taken place earlier that year. He paced up and down the porch, ruffling his own hair, going over every single detail. For some reason, he was working himself up, he took a seat and with a heavy sigh he forcefully placed his face in his hands.

“Ouch, that looked like it hurt. Want me to kiss it better tough guy?”

Vance grabbed Parker by both hands, forcing him to stand up while she peppered his face with firm kisses, finally ending on his lips. All the worry had left his face. He ran his hand down her arm until their fingers interlaced, and led her indoors. Harper gasped as she saw the three course meal he had prepared, lighted by a crackling fire and all of her favourite treats surrounded by rose petals. He let go of her hand, enabling him to move behind her; encircling his arms around her waist as he placed a gentle kiss to her neck,

“How did I do babe? Do you like it? If you don’t, we can-“

“Parker!!! Shush, this is perfect, anything is perfect with you. Even if we spent the night fighting off monsters, it would be amazing as I'd be with you”.

With a smile, Parker moved them both towards the closet, fumbling as they moved together. He reached over to open the door and gestured for her to go in. She looked confused but followed his instructions as he would never lead her astray. He softly closed the door, their bodies pressed together in the small and dark space.

“Sooooooo…Chief? This is weird. What are we doing in here? Is this the awkward moment where you tell me you have a closet fetish?”

“Haha, no, but if I did would you be in to it?” He pulled her tighter against his body, their breaths mingling as one. “Don’t you remember? I put my hand here” he ever so carefully moved his hand to the small of her back. “ Then when you told me to kiss you, my heart skipped a beat and I couldn’t believe I got to do it for a second time. You brushed your fingers across my neck which made me go crazy. Even though we were hiding from those damn-murderous-cultist, at that moment, I knew you were something special and that I HAD to keep you in my life”.

Harper closed the distance, kissing Parker hard, “I love you so much Parker”.

“I love you too, let’s get out of here and enjoy the rest of our evening”.

They ate, danced, laughed and enjoyed one another; mind, body and soul intertwined as one. The next morning was undoubtedly hard as they said their goodbyes - not wanting to let go.

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6 weeks later, they made plans to meet at a half way point. The excitement they both felt was uncontrollable; Harper even felt a little nauseous…

Both of their faces lit up as they saw one another, taking large steps to close the distance. However, Harper came to an immediate stop, just a short distance away from her boyfriend and vomited. He offered her a bottle of water, while comforting her with loving strokes across her back,

“Are you feeling ok?”

“Yeah, I’ve been feeling a little sick over the last few days but I thought it was the excitement. I’m not sure what else it could be - I feel fine otherwise. My boobs feel a little tender as well, maybe it’s a bug?”

He shifted from foot to foot, mulling over all the possible illnesses, when it dawned on him, “Do you think…you might…erm…be pregnant?”

Vance looked up, searching Parker’s eyes, trying to read how he would take it if she was pregnant. She shook away those thoughts as she calculated the last time she was on her period, “I think we need to go to the store…”

After checking in to the hotel, Vance immediately took the test, set a timer and anxiously paced up and down the room. The timer went off but Harper couldn’t bare to look, so Parker slowly walked over, he looked down to see the Clearblue pregnancy test revealing the result.

“Parker, what does it say?”

“...Pregnant”

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seriouslycromulent · 6 years ago

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MCU’s Captain Marvel - Thoughts, review & more

I’m off to see DC’s latest superhero reincarnation Shazam later today, but I wanted to make sure I captured my thoughts on the MCU’s last superhero outing, Captain Marvel, so I don’t get my feedback crossed.

I know I’ve said in the past that I’ve been a bit burned out when it comes to comic book movie (CBM) adaptations, but there are a few here and there that still catch my eye, and essentially I’ve boiled it down to: “Does this genuinely pique my interest?”

Now, I wasn’t too interested in Captain Marvel based on the trailers and didn’t plan to see it, but I struck a deal with my Mom. (Backstory: She and my stepfather go to see all the superhero movies because, hello!, they’re the nerds that nurtured this Big Nerd. Seriously, I started reading comic books because of them, and my geekery just grew and grew. I rely on them often to fact check the fandom details most comic book nerds on Tumblr claim to be authorities on. And yes, their 40+ years of comic book knowledge and expertise puts most of you to shame.)

With that said, she wasn’t very interested in Shazam. She said it looks like they’re aiming for a kids-only audience, and that made it kind of m’eh to her. But I said I would go see it because I’m a Zachary Levi fan. Billy Batson’s OK, but for me, it’s the casting of Zach that piqued my interest. So the deal was that she would see Captain Marvel and tell me if she thought I’d like it. And I’d see Shazam and do the same for her. Based on her commentary, I went to see CM, and now I’m returning the favor.

That was the intro.

Now, here’s the set-up.

If you’ve read anything related to the CBM-world here on my Tumblr, you know that I am a supporter of the DCEU, X-Men and the MCU, but I go hardest for the DC universe. You’ll also know if you stop by often that my point-of-view rarely matches up with the popular perspective within the fandom world, in general, or in the fandom communities, specifically.

But unlike some (dare I say, many), I never want to harsh anyone’s squee! If you loved something that I didn’t. Bless you. Live in that love, and pay me no mind. I have no desire to rain on anyone’s parade simply because I don’t land on the same conclusion regarding comic book characters or their feature film adaptations. I don’t think less of you, hate you, or even care if you don’t agree with me. If you do, that’s cool. If not, that’s cool too.

But before I jump into my mini-review of Captain Marvel, allow me to prepare you for how I roll. Here are some examples of where I landed after watching many, but not all, of the films from the MCU, DCEU, X-Men, Deadpool, and Spiderman franchises. I repeat, I rarely share the popular perspective or take on a CBM as the masses. You have been warned.

I enjoyed Ant Man and the sequel. If they made a third film, I’d see it.

Logan is a brilliant masterpiece, and I would change absolutely nothing about it.

Although I’ve never been a big fan of origin stories because they’re typically written like the audience is simple and can’t appreciate anything beyond the most cookie-cutter of plots and a paint-by-numbers of good and evil characters, I enjoyed Sam Raimi’s first film of the Spiderman franchise the most when it comes to comic book adaptation origin stories. So far, he’s still the person to beat in this category.

I enjoy most of the X-Men films, but often find the changes they make to the characters unnecessary and poorly executed. I also want Bryan Singer to leave the Summers boys alone.

I found the Wonder Woman film completely underwhelming. Why? See my #3 regarding origin stories.

I enjoyed Black Panther, but was not really wowed by it.

I enjoyed both Deadpool films, but I still think his character is highly overrated by male fans. I like the movies for what they are. They don’t really say anything. You’re just meant to “Ooh!” and “Aah!” and LOL! Then go home. I can respect that.

I thought Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice was brilliant, and easily one of the best comic book-based films of the last 20 years. That film is a work of art, and I’m saddened that Zach Snyder’s vision wasn’t appreciated and respected by the studio. Even if the mainstream public thinks that comic book movies should be light and fluffy with virtually no connection to any messages of substance or strong characterization, the studio should have respected his vision and let him complete it with Justice League.

I liked The Avengers and I thought Age of Ultron was pretty decent, but I felt that Civil War was a mess of poor characterization, weak execution, absurd conclusions, unresolved tension, and a dispensable villain unworthy of the audience’s time. Literally everything the mainstream public and MCU fanboys (and fangirls) complained about Batman v Superman applies to Civil War, not to BvS. Civil War was the film that was rushed, and it shows.

I have virtually no interest at all in the main storyline of the MCU anymore. I don’t care about Thanos. I didn’t see Infinity War, and I don’t really plan to see Endgame. Yes, I’m aware of certain events happening regarding specific characters. Still don’t care. The run-up to this final showdown with Thanos was so poorly done and underwhelming that I have no emotional investment in this fight anymore.

Now, if you’re still reading, I want to say thank you for sticking around and ... welcome to my brain. Since this post is already long, let’s dive into Captain Marvel.

I saw the film twice. So that right there should tell you I enjoyed it. Yet, the weekend it came out, apparently, a bunch of fanboys and a handful of critics took to their keyboards and YouTube channels to review it and cry disappointment. Ultimately, I didn’t care too much because, again, it didn’t really pique my interest.

Then my Mom told me what she thought about the film and how it was the antithesis of what the fanboys and reviewers were claiming, and this ... is what actually piqued my interest. I love a good mystery, and I felt as if I needed to see the film for myself to not only see what the hubbub was about, but to also determine who was wrong/right.

So I saw it the following Tuesday after its opening weekend. And I walked out feeling as if the MCU had finally grown up.

What I liked

The 1990s nostalgia without the 1990s “nostalgia.” That is, the language, the clothes, the tech, the venues, etc. were all great throwbacks to this oddly romanticized decade without any of the romanticizing. As someone who was a teen throughout the ‘90s, and remembers it somewhat differently than others, I appreciate that. Respect.

Maria Rambeau. She is a best friend who gets to shine and enjoy the spotlight in her own way. She also has dark skin and short hair. (Yes, it matters.) But more importantly, Maria Rambeau isn’t a sidekick. Instead, she is the best friend everyone dreams of. Not only is she smart, fearless, and a badass behind the controls of a space-worthy fighter jet, but she’s also not judgmental. I don’t know many people who wouldn’t have some residual anger over being made to believe their ace boon was dead for 6 years, then one day just knocks on your door and say “What’s up? I’m not sure who I am.”

The villain-turned-not-so-bad-after-all Talos, played to perfection by Ben Mendelssohn, has the best one-liners and reaction shots in the film. Also, we get aliens with a variety of accents, character depth, and families.

Despite the fact that the passengers on the light rail/subway car saw the “old lady” could handle herself in a fight, the surrounding passengers did get involved to try and pull Danvers off of the old lady because, from a common sense perspective, this young woman should not have been trying to beat the hell out of an old woman. Kudos to them for trying to do the right thing.

I’m scared of Ms. Monica and her guilting her Mom to fly with Danvers, Fury and Talos on a life-endangering mission. When she said, “Just think about what kind of example you are setting for your daughter if you don’t go?” I was like, “No, she did not!”

The perfect subversion of the “prove to me you can beat me without weapons” gag at the end. Not only because it means that Yon-Rogg (Jude Law’s character) might show up in later films, but because that trope is sooooooo annoying. Plus, we all know she’s stronger, so why bother?

There’s some subtle commentary about the treatment of refugees as terrorists or enemies of the people by the same people who made them refugees in the first place. I would like to think that commentary is intentional, but that may be asking for too much.

What I didn’t care for

The CGI on Phil Coulson’s face. Um, yeah. That was not good. It would seem they spent more time on getting Samuel L. Jackson’s face just right so he could look believably younger, but then they ran out of time to do the same for Clark Gregg.

The CGI they used on Annette Bening’s face is ... not great in some scenes. Not all. Just some.

Why does Danvers sitting down with Fury in the bar for a Q&A about their past provide proof that they’re not Skrull? If the Skrull can’t adsorb distant memories, then this Q&A would only fill you with confidence to trust the other person if you actually know the other person. Danvers didn’t know Fury before that day, and he didn’t know her. Sitting there and answering questions only lays the groundwork to determine if they’re not Skrull later, but it shouldn’t provide proof that they can trust that the other isn’t a Skrull at that very moment. Also, how does Fury know that the Skrull can’t shoot blasts from their hands? He’s just going to take her word for it? Although given he was told by his “boss” to stay close to her and find out what she knows, I could see this as him simply playing along for the sake of his mission.

I’m not really buying this imaginary world where a black woman in the military is taking the time to keep her hair straightened while flying jets and working on special aircraft missions. However, I will suspend disbelief this time due to the fact that Rambeau was working on a top secret project and therefore was not necessarily hindered by the typical schedule of the average fighter pilot. ... This time.

I wished we could have seen more of Gemma Chan. Yeah, Minn-Erva’s a bad guy, but ... it’s Gemma Chan. I already had fanfiction theories playing in my head about her relationship with Yon-Rogg before I left the theater.

What I loved

We go on a journey with this character. We learn about her as she learns about herself, which is what keeps us invested beyond the “she’s going to be Captain Marvel by the end of the movie, obvs.” idea. This is an origin story done in a far more interesting and captivating way than anything presented in the Marvel cinematic universe since Iron Man. We get flashbacks to the most unassuming events of her life that later turn out to be the most important ones. Where others complained about this approach to an origin story, I wholeheartedly applaud it. Nothing in CA: The First Avenger, Thor or Ant Man was as clever or interesting as this angle when it comes to introducing a superhero’s origin.

I don’t want a flurkin. But at the same time, I want a flurkin.

Having a villain who turns out not to be a villain, and a mentor who turns out to be our actual villain, was to me another sign that the MCU has finally realized that complexity isn’t a bad thing and not every story must have a one-note single-purpose villain. Yes, we get a little bit of that in Ronan (Lee Pace’s character), but to lead the audience down this road where not all the information you receive can be immediately trusted suits me just fine. It’s realistic and engaging. Danvers’ confusion mimics our confusion, but not so much that we can’t enjoy the story. We don’t have it all figured out and determined who has the moral high-ground until she does. I love that. And as a writer myself, I respect that.

I love, love, loved the 1990s songs in this movie. Not only because the songs reminded me of my adolescence and you can never go wrong with Garbage’s “Only Happy When It Rains,” but because No Doubt’s “I’m Just A Girl” is THE perfect song for the big showdown between Danvers and her former Kree brethren. I almost jumped out of my seat in excitement when I heard that music intro. Kudos to whomever made this soundtrack!

There is no love story. Unless you count the love between 2 best friends/family being reunited, there’s no love story. Thank you.

When I first started watching the film, I had to scratch my head. I thought, “Since when are the Kree good guys?” After watching every season of Agents of Shield and knowing how it’s the Kree who leave mankind dangling on by a thread, manipulating them, torturing them, and turning them into their own little ant farm, my brain had to pause and question this version of the Marvel universe where Danvers is a Kree. But as the story continues, of course, we’re led on this journey where we learn 1) I was right not to trust the Kree as good guys, 2) there are some Kree who are good and Dr. Mar-vell is one of them, and 3) the MCU is capable of writing stories where character development isn’t sacrificed just for laughs and boss fights. See what I mean about growing up?

I think that’s it for now. This review is already long enough, and I’m sure I could discuss more details about the film if I had more time. Yes, I am aware of the mainstream critic and fandom backlash against the film. I’ve heard some of the complaints, and frankly, I struggle to find the justification for them anywhere in the film.

I read one critic complained saying that because the audience doesn’t know who Danvers is from the beginning, she’s hard to root for or identify with. I disagree. The audience learns as Danvers learns. And by the end of the film, it’s clear that what matters most about her is not her name or where she’s from, but what she does with her power. Personally, that’s a great message to everyone when you think about it.

I’m also aware that a lot of the fandom backlash has been ... how do you say ... male-driven. I think that’s unfortunate given that Captain Marvel is the MCU’s first female-led superhero movie and it’s long overdue. I don’t know if CM is flawless (I doubt it), but I know I enjoyed it as much as (and in a lot cases, more than) the other superhero origin MCU films. The message was great and the character relatable.

No, I’m not saying everyone can relate to a human-turned-all-powerful-superhero by a blast that should have killed her, but we can all relate to understanding that it doesn’t matter how many times we are knocked down, what matters is how many times we stand back up.

I’m not usually one for the hokey, after-school special messaging that a lot of MCU films (and DCtv shows) push, but that message about what makes her a hero (the standing up after getting knocked down) seems just as powerful as the message behind what makes Steve Rogers a hero (it’s not the special serum, but the fact he was willing to die for his countrymen in battle). I’m not sure how Danvers’ story is less worthwhile than Rogers’ story.

As for fanboys saying the studio should have just made a film about Natasha/Black Widow, it’s statements like that that make others wonder if your dissatisfaction with Captain Marvel isn’t rooted in misogyny. You would rather watch an origin film about a female team member on an already predominantly-male team where she plays a role, but is in no way as strong or as powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with most of the team members. Hmmm?

Hear how that sounds? There’s nothing wrong with liking Natasha. She’s the bomb. But again, making a film about Black Widow instead of Danvers, leaves the Avengers with one less female character, and one less character who can kick ass and take names with the big boys. The fanboys -- whether intentional or not -- have painted themselves as afraid of Captain Marvel’s strength and the power she has to be actually considered an equal to the other members of the team.

Perhaps if they said the MCU should’ve made a standalone or origin film about the Scarlet Witch, the misogyny wouldn’t be as glaring.

I don’t know. I’ll leave that argument for others for now. I’m heading out to movies now. Shazam here I come!

#captain marvel #shazam #brie larson #zachary levi #mcu #dceu #dceu positivity #wonder woman #batman v superman: dawn of justice #dc comics #marvel comics #avengers: endgame #avengers: infinity war #zach snyder #justice league

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dontcallmehelpless · 8 years ago

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13 Reasons Why (Daveed x Reader)

Sooooooo this took me literally forever to write, but I’m happy with the way it turned out!! Lil shoutout to Becca ( @angeilca-s ) helping me with some of the reasons ;) feedback would be lovely, and enjoy!

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, it gets a little heated at one part but other than that I think it’s all good?

Words: 5447 (dang this took forever)

One - Constantly distracted

You mindlessly scraped the food around on your plate, your eyes glancing from the food up to your boyfriend, who obviously had something much more important than your three year anniversary on his phone.

“Babe, can you please put that away?” you hinted, glancing down at his phone when he looked up at you.

“Oh, yeah, mhm,” he nodded, sliding it into his back pocket and looking at you. That’s one of the many things that killed you, was the way he looked at you. No matter what you looked like, what you were doing, it didn’t matter. His chocolatey brown eyes bore into you like you put the stars in the sky and made the earth spin on its axis. You sighed and continued eating.

“Babygirl,” he strung out, letting the word slide right off his lips like music to your ears.

“Yes?” you responded, once again giving him your attention.

“I love you, I promise. So much,” he grinned, reaching over to take your hand. He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand, something that you had always found calming.

“I love you too,” you replied, smiling back. It was a truly genuine smile. You couldn’t be more in love with the man sitting across from you.

Two - Coming home late

“I’m home,” you called out into your shared apartment. Daveed normally got home before you every day, so you weren’t expecting anything different. But when all you were welcomed with was emptiness and silence, you were a bit thrown off.

“D? You here?” you called again, only to be met with silence. You huffed, setting your things down and making a cup of tea. You had a stressful day at work, and all you wanted to do was cuddle and sleep. Kicking your heels off, you headed upstairs to change into some more comfortable clothes.

Once you had settled down onto the couch, fuzzy blanket and tv remote in hand, you flipped on Netflix, putting on old episodes of Gossip Girl. It ended up being more just background noise, as you fell asleep halfway through the second episode.

You were never a very heavy sleeper, which explained how you got woken up by the door closing, even though Daveed tried his hardest to be as quiet as possible. You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and stretching out a bit.

“D? That you?” you mumbled.

“Of course babygirl, now go back to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he cooed, kissing your forehead and letting you curl up into his side. You were happiest in that position, feeling safe and warm. A smile spread across your face, only to be reciprocated by Daveed. He truly did love you, and he was trying his best to show that.

Three - Increased effort in appearance

Stumbling into the bathroom one morning, you found Daveed shaving. This was definitely something that happened often, but he was being quite particular this morning. The lines were smooth, the prickly hairs rubbing against your cheek as he kissed you good morning.

“Good morning my love, how did you sleep?” he asked, walking out of the bathroom and over to the ironing board, which was oddly out of place in the spare bedroom. You had put it in there a few months ago when you decided that it wasn’t used enough, and it had never been taken out since.

“Fine, what’s that for?” you questioned, nodding your head towards the board which had a light blue button-up laying across it.

“Oh, I’ve got a big meeting today with some producers. Gotta look the part,” he shrugged ever so slightly, slipping the shirt on. Tucking it in, he grabbed his phone and stuck it in his pocket before walking back over to you and pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

“I love you babygirl, I’ll be home before dinner tonight,” he gave you a warm smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I can’t wait until then,” you called after him as he walked out the door, he waved back at you, before hopping into his car and driving down the street.

The house felt cold, almost, without Daveed here with you. It was a Saturday, which you had off, so he agreed to not work Saturdays either. Why he didn’t tell you about this meeting beforehand threw you off, but not as much as why he was putting in so much of an effort to look nice. You weren’t complaining, he obviously looked very handsome, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up. Shrugging it off, you continued on with your day, the thought still nagging at the back of your mind.

Four - Change in music

Music flooded your ears as you walked into the kitchen, catching sight of your boyfriend making dinner. It was a wonderful thing to see, him acting like the spoon was a microphone, dancing around. When he noticed you watching him, he pulled you into it, twirling you around, earning a giggle from you. You couldn’t help but smile as he sang all of the words to you, staring into your eyes with his own. It was a song you didn’t recognize, but you still loved it nonetheless.

“Is this country?” you asked curiously, considering he never liked country music.

“Mhm,” he nodded, twirling you around once more. You cocked your head to the side and stared at him.

“Why are you listening to country? I thought you didn’t like it,” you questioned. He shrugged.

“I can’t like new music?” he said defensively, although he didn’t mean it that way. You went rigid, pulling away from him.

“Sorry for asking a goddamn question,” you muttered, slipping past him and into the living room.

“Wait, Y/N, I’ll change it. I’m sorry,” he pulled your arm, dragging you back into the kitchen. A small smile played at his lips, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I think you might like this song, can I play it?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before scrolling to find it on his phone.

Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair

First time I seen her walk by, man I ‘bout fell off my chair

Daveed serenaded you with the music, grabbing your arms and making you dance with him.

Had to get her number, it took me like six weeks

Now me and her go way back like Cadillac seats

He spun you to him and wrapped his arms around you, swaying back and forth along with the music.

Body like a back road, drivin’ with my eyes closed

I know every curve like the back of my hand

Doin’ 15 in a 30, I ain’t in no hurry

I’mma take it slow just as fast as I can

You laughed, watching Daveed get so into the song. Watching with adoration in your eyes, you pulled out your phone and recorded a video on snapchat.

“Y/N, delete thaaaat,” he dragged out the last word. You shook your head.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” you smiled, watching him pout and roll his eyes before pulling you into a kiss.

Five - Simultaneous cancellations

Y/BF/N: Sorry, I got called into work and I can’t make it to dinner tonight! So sorry, raincheck? xo

“Ugh, Y/BF/N cancelled. Again,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I just want us to be able to go out with friends once in awhile, but she always cancels,” you crossed your arms, getting pissed that once again, she did this.

“It’s fine, we can just go out. I’ll call Oak and let him know we’re rescheduling,” he replied, kissing your cheek, before going to call Oak.

You finished getting ready, in a slightly better mood than before. Once you and Daveed were both ready, you got in his car and headed to a random restaurant across town.

You enjoyed spending time with just the two of you, however you were still irked that your best friend would just cancel on you again.

Suddenly, Daveed’s phone rang, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry babe, I’ve gotta take this,” he said, squeezing your hand before excusing himself from the table. You absentmindedly played with your food, waiting for him to return. After a few minutes, he rushed back inside.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, but something came up with the recordings, you know how they had to be submitted by last Friday, right?” You nodded.

“Well one of the tracks is missing. Just, like, up and disappeared. So we need to go back in and record it now if we want it to be on the album,” he continued, pulling on his jacket.

“I’m getting a ride from the guys, they’re on their way now. You good to meet me at home later?” he asked, glancing up from his wallet where he was pulling out two twenties to pay for dinner.

“Yeah, go get that taken care of,” you smiled, letting him know it was okay.

“Okay, great. I’ll see you later,” he kissed you once, forcefully, yet passionately, before running out the door.

“I love you!” you called after him, but he was already out the door.

Six - Newfound defensiveness and secretiveness

“Hey babe, how was work today?” you asked your boyfriend as he entered the living room, only to find you sprawled out across the couch.

“Fine,” he replied curtly. You squinted your eyes slightly and cocked your head, not sure why the short reply. You shrugged it off, figuring it was nothing major.

“That’s it? Just fine? Normally you can go on and on about your day, Will did this, John did-”

“Okay? And that’s every other day. Today it was just fine. Anything wrong with that?” he snapped, his jaw tensed and his shoulders back.

“No, just asking,” you went back to watching Supernatural, wondering why he was being so defensive all of a sudden. You heard a sigh from behind you, before a pair of hands rested on your shoulders. Daveed started rubbing them, and you let your head roll back.

“I’m sorry, it’s just a little more than I thought it would be. Nothing too bad though,” he replied, but you still felt that sense of cold.

You sighed, getting a little fed up.

“You good?” wondered Daveed out loud, noticing your tense position.

“Mhm,” you nodded, although it wasn’t too convincing. He raised an eyebrow.

“What’s on your mind? There’s gotta be something,” he pushed, sitting up a little straighter.

“What has gotten into you lately? You’ve been… different. Weird. I don’t know,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“I’ve been busy with work. You already know this,” he grumbled. You could practically feel the tension in the air surrounding the two of you.

“No, I don’t. What’s got you so much busier than usual? Your last album didn’t require this much overtime, so what’s going on? The staying out later, always being on your phone, leaving when we’re spending time together… What’s more important than to you than our relationship?” your voice cracked at the end, tears welling up in your eyes. Daveed’s face faltered, and you could see the hurt evident in his big brown eyes.

That hurt was quickly replaced with rage.

“Since when do you feel the need to know my every move? What’s next? A tracker in my phone? Huh?” he stood up, waving his hands around as he yelled.

“Maybe if you just told me and didn’t lie I wouldn’t be asking questions!”

“Well maybe I can have my own life without someone knowing every single thing,” he spat, turning around and walking out of the room. You shook your head, tears falling freely down your face.

“Fuck you!” you yelled after him.

When you got no response, you sank to the ground, pulling your knees to your chest.

Why?

Seven - Anxious when together

“I’m just saying, they should have a drive thru at movie theaters so you can just go buy the popcorn,” you laughed, arguing about random nonsense with Daveed on your way home from the mall.

“Okay, whatever you say,” he rolled his eyes playfully, earning a soft punch in the arm from you.

“So what are we doing now?” you asked, glancing out towards the horizon where the sun was setting.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. Whatever you wanna do,” he shrugged.

“Okay… How about we just go walk along the beach? We haven’t done that in so long,” you suggested, only to get a shrug and a slight nod in response.

“Or not,” you added after being replied with silence. Daveed shook his left leg at a constant pace, waiting for the light to turn green. You turned to the side to look at him, studying his beautiful face for a few moments.

He seemed more tired than he usually did, his eyes not as bright with bags underneath. He was holding your hand, but it almost seemed like he wasn’t really holding it, just letting it lay there.

“Babe? Are you okay?” you pulled him out of his thoughts after the light had been green for a few seconds. He snapped out of it, looking around before proceeding through the intersection. He nodded in response to your question.

“Yeah, I’m just worried about the album. What if the fans don’t like it? What if it totally fails?” he worried, pulling his hand away from yours to run it through his hair. You put your hand on his leg, rubbing it comfortingly, only to have him tense up underneath your touch. You slowly pulled your hand away.

“They’ll love it, they always do. You sure that’s it?” you questioned once more, and he gulped and nodded, almost too quickly. You didn’t say anything else, just stared out at the road, waiting for him to say something.

He didn’t say anything that night until before you went to bed. He muttered goodnight, trudging up the stairs and into your bedroom, leaving you alone on the couch in the living room.

Eight - Encouraging spending time with others

“So because I have to go to another meeting today, I was thinking maybe you could go out for a girls’ day with Pippa and Jasmine. You’re always talking about how much you miss them, so you should go have fun,” Daveed rambled on, the sun shining brightly through the windows on a Saturday morning. You snorted, holding back a laugh.

“Since when do you suggest girls’ days?” you asked, chuckling to yourself.

“Since I think you deserve to have fun. You can spend time with people other than me ya know,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m aware. I’m just curious as to why you feel this way all of a sudden,” you wondered.

“Because I have a meeting, and it’s not good for you to spend all this time inside. Get outside! Go have fun, please. You deserve to be happy,” he made sure he had everything before grabbing the car keys and opening the door.

“Okay, okay. I guess I’ll go,” you laughed, a sound that was music to Daveed’s ears. He smiled at you before shutting the door and leaving you to go about your day.

Nine - Emotional distancing

Soft sobs echoed their way through your apartment, meeting your ears as you entered the room.

“D? Babe? What’s wrong?” you called, setting your things down and racing off to find him. You searched everywhere, the living room, kitchen, bedroom, when finally you opened the bathroom door to find Daveed with his hands resting on the counter, his head lowered. Tears were running off of his face, and it was very evident that something was wrong.

“Babe, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me,” you repeated, pulling him into a hug. He pushed you away, eyes glancing in your direction as you stumbled back.

“Wh-what, is everything okay?” you composed yourself, trying to keep it together for Daveed’s sake.

“Yes. Please leave,” he told you, his voice rough from crying.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong,” you countered, crossing your arms since he wouldn’t let you comfort him.

“Leave. Now,” he said through gritted teeth. You did as you were told, figuring he just needed some space before explaining the situation to you.

But as the days, soon weeks, passed, you began to grow nervous. He was still shutting you out, offering no explanation as to what had happened.

You were hanging out with Jasmine at her and Anthony’s apartment one day, gossiping and laughing, just like it used to be.

“So how are you and Daveed?” asked Jasmine.

“No kids anytime soon, right? I don’t really wanna have to babysit,” Anthony added, wrinkling his nose. You rolled your eyes at the childish gesture before turning back to Jasmine.

“Actually, he’s been a little distant lately. He won’t tell me what’s going on,” you leaned back against the couch, stirring your drink with the little straw inside.

“Well you know everything that’s going on with his mom, right?” she asked, your eyes widening.

“No? What? Why wouldn’t he tell me? What’s going on?” you bombarded her with questions, standing up and pacing around the room, one of Daveed’s little quirks that you had picked up on over the years.

“Y/N, his mom’s sick. They don’t know what caused it, but she’s been in the hospital for over a month,” Anthony said, pulling you into a hug along with Jasmine. You let your tears out, clutching onto Anthony’s shirt like you would never touch anything again.

“Why wouldn’t he tell me?” you sobbed, thinking about all of the wonderful times you had with her. You two got along extremely well, having the same views on many different political topics as well as on everyday things. You had spend many holidays helping her cook, clean, and making sure everything was perfect.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him again? Don’t bring it up directly, just make sure everything is okay,” Jasmine said, rubbing your back. Anthony nodded in agreement, and you pulled them both into a tight hug, muttering thank yous to both of them.

“Everything’s still okay, right?” you asked Daveed later that night, sitting next to him in bed. He nodded, pulling you into his arms.

“That’s good, how’s your mom doing?” As soon as the words left your lips, Daveed tensed up.

“Who told you?” he stammered, narrowing his eyes.

“Jasmine and Anthony. Although, if you didn’t keep secrets from me, I wouldn’t have had to find out from them or bring it up like this to you,” you ranted, keeping your voice level as to not turn this into a full-blown argument.

“Did you ever think that maybe I can deal with my own problems? I don’t need to burden other people with them, like some people do. Like you,” he scoffed, getting up to walk downstairs.

“Oh, I burden other people? If anything, you’re burdening me with the worry of never knowing what’s going on, or if you’re okay, or if you need anything,” you spat, standing up as well.

“I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you,” he pointed his finger, letting it hit your chest, before grabbing a pillow and walking out of the room.

“Where are you going?” you called after him, walking to the edge of the door.

“I’m sleeping downstairs, I don’t need to be questioned for every move I make,” he remarked, before walking away.

You were left standing in the doorway, not knowing what to think or do, you slowly made your way back to the bed, where you laid down on your back and stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out where everything went wrong.

Ten - Stops doing special things

Your hips grinded against Daveed’s, a moan escaping his lips. You took this opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth, fighting for dominance. You eventually let him win, but mainly because he squeezed your ass, causing a squeal to escape your throat, allowing him to take over with his tongue. He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses across your jawline, down your neck and to your collarbone.

“Daveed,” you whined, wriggling in his grip.

“What babygirl?” he asked, bringing a hand up to your breast and squeezing, causing you to moan his name breathily.

“I-I need you,” you choked out, getting up and wasting no time in pulling him into the bedroom. As soon as the door was shut behind you, you quickly pulled off your shirt before attaching your lips to his, your hands roaming down his back and across his toned chest and stomach.

Moving your mouths in sync, you both managed to get over to the bed, Daveed lying down first, with you straddling his hips. You didn’t let your lips part at all, with the exception of the short gasps of breath you both desperately needed. You allowed your hands to roam his body, from his abs, to his abundance of curls, to his hips. As his hands roamed around you, his fingertips felt like they left fire across your skin, sending sparks flying with every touch. You fumbled with his belt buckle, pulling it open before pulling his jeans down to his ankles, where he kicked them off. He did the same with your shorts, wasting no time bringing a hand inside your underwear.

“Daveed,” your breath hitched in your throat when he slipped a finger inside of you, toying with you ever so slowly.

“Hm? What was that?” he questioned, his cocky demeanor taking over.

“Please fuck me, like right now,” you practically begged him, but he only stopped. He pulled his pants back on, mumbling things under his breath to himself.

“Wha-what was that?” you stuttered, slightly shocked that he just stopped. Normally he was all into this kind of stuff, so why was tonight any different?

“I just, I, uh, I’m not in the mood,” he said sheepishly, but you could see right through it.

“Bullshit, Daveed,” you accused, gathering your clothes and slipping them on as you walked out of the room.

“What? What’s so wrong with that?” he asked, getting defensive.

“What’s wrong is the fact that you’re lying to me, and I can see right through it,” you spat, yanking the door open and slamming it in his face, leaving him dumbfounded right in your entryway.

Eleven - Doesn’t answer certain phone calls

Things had been going smoothly with Daveed for the most part. Sure, you’d had your fair share of fights over the past few months, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

You both were finally off together for once, and you decided to take advantage of it and get dressed up and go out to dinner and a movie. It couldn't be more cliche, but you loved it nonetheless. As you twirled around your room, you and Daveed both getting ready, you sang along with the music blasting from Spotify on his phone. Your music taste varied greatly, from rapping clipping. songs to singing along with Moana.

However, you were in the middle of a verse in Wriggle (which Daveed found insanely attractive when you rapped and moved your hips with the beat) when you were so rudely interrupted by the music stopping and his phone ringing.

He walked over to see who it was, and once he saw the screen his eyes widened and he hurriedly ended the call.

“Who was it babe?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him from behind. He turned around in your embrace, hugging you back.

“No one important. Let's just finish getting ready,” he gave you a smile, his eyes twinkling when he looked at you. You still melted a little when he looked at you like that, but it wasn't something you expected to go away anytime soon.

Not long after, his phone rang again.

“Really? It must be important if they're calling you again. Go on, answer it,” you waved your hand towards his phone that was lying on the bed.

“It's nothing, really. Don't worry about it,” he pecked your lips, continuing to get ready.

“Who was it anyways? I know that if I called someone twice if they didn't answer, it would be for an important reason,” you pressed, not because you were nosy, just because you were generally curious.

“No one. Drop it,” hissed Daveed, defensiveness once again taking over his demeanor.

“I won’t drop it until you tell me who it is,” you argued, crossing your arms and standing in front of him.

“Since when do you need to know my every move? God, every waking moment I spend with you, all you do is cling onto my side like a child! I can’t ever get any space to myself! I might as well introduce you as ‘Hi, I’m Daveed Diggs, and this is my 6 year old daughter, Y/N’” he spat, raising his voice ever so slightly. His words dripped with venom, but it was something you were used to by now.

“I’m childish! Maybe I wouldn’t be like that if you just paid attention to me for once! All of your effort is put into your work. I might as well just be a maid, living here, cleaning up after you, taking care of you. It’s like I work in a goddamn nursing home with a 35 year old man! I do everything for you!” you screamed, letting all hell break loose as the words flew out of your mouth and hit Daveed straight across the face.

As you finished, you were breathing heavily, and Daveed stood on the side of the room with an apologetic look on his face. Tears were threatening to spill over, and you knew he saw that too.

He cautiously stepped towards you, watching your eyes. You shook your head and backed away from him.

“I can’t…” your voice broke, as you slowly stepped back, before turning around and rushing out of the room.

Twelve - Blackouts

Your situation with Daveed hadn’t gotten any better over the course of the past few weeks. You tried, but you couldn’t have a one-sided effort. You were planning on talking to him about it once he got home from work, but he wasn’t back at 4, like he normally was.

You played it off, thinking he was just running behind, finishing up some new verses or recording another part differently.

An hour passed, and you paced around the kitchen, worrying about all of the places he could be. You figured he had just gone out for drinks with the guys and not told you, that’s happened before.

Another 2 hours passed, and still no texts, no phone calls, no physically there Daveed. You were starting to think something bad had happened. What if he got in a car crash? What if he was thinking about the awful things you said to him and he got in an accident? Your pacing became quicker, the glass you were holding in your hand shaking.

You tried to take your mind off of things by watching some sappy movie, but it only made you feel worse about the whole situation. You tried to go to sleep, but you just tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for more than a few minutes. Finally, at around 3:30am, you got up to get some water. You rubbed your eyes, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass.

Once it was filled, you turned around to take a drink only to be met by Daveed standing in the doorway. The glass slipped from your hand and shattered across the floor, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Jumping over the glass, you ran over him and hugged him as tightly as you could. You wrapped your legs around his waist and buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

“I was so worried, I thought something happened, I didn’t know where-” you rambled, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, I was out. My phone died,” he stated plainly.

“That’s it? You were out? That’s all I get?” you asked. He shrugged.

“No big deal,” he said, starting over to clean up the pieces of broken glass.

“No big deal? Daveed I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere,” you croaked, looking at him with sad eyes.

“I’m here now, aren’t I? I’m fine, don’t worry,” he kissed your forehead before continuing.

“I’m going to bed,” you said vaguely, trudging up the stairs.

“G’night,” he called after you, but the door was already shut.

Thirteen

Coming home from work was one of the few things you looked forward to. All you wanted to do was curl up in some sweats and fuzzy socks and watch Gossip Girl while eating ice cream.

Starting up the stairs to your front door, you were surprised to find it already unlocked. Upon opening it, you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, meaning Daveed must already be home. This didn’t happen often, he had been working later a lot of the time lately.

“Daveed?” you called out into the house.

“Coming,” he called back, stumbling down the stairs in a pair of sweats and no shirt. You raised an eyebrow at him, prompting him to look down at himself.

“Oh, uh, surprise?” he said, but it came out more like a question.

“I’m sorry, I’m not really in the mood,” you sighed, heading towards the stairs.

“Wait!” Daveed grabbed your arm and pulled you back, taking you by surprise.

“What? Need help with something?” you chuckled, glancing down.

“What? God, no, how about we stay down here for a little bit?” he said, giving you one of his mile-wide grins.

“We can right after I change out of these clothes,” you said, wiggling out of Daveed’s grip and starting towards the stairs. You noticed a burgundy scarf lying on the bottom step. Picking it up, you turned to Daveed.

“What’s this?” you asked, knowing you didn’t own anything like it.

“It’s, uh, it’s a little gift to say I’m sorry,” he quickly thought, although you didn’t buy it.

“Then why does it smell like floral perfume? You know I don’t wear that,” you countered, taking a step towards him. He seemed to shrink back, shuffling backwards.

“I, uh, it was my mom’s! Yeah,” his voice turned up and the end, raising more suspicion.

“Oh, okay, well I’m just gonna go change…” you trailed off, shaking off the weird feeling and jumping the steps two at a time.

“Y/N wait,” he called after you again, but it was too late.

All it took was 3 seconds.

One to turn around.

One to open the door.

And one more to be met with a girl lying in your shared bed.

Not just any girl either, but your best friend.

You felt the tears drip down your face and onto your shirt before you even noticed you were crying. Briskly wiping the tears away, you whipped around to face Daveed.

“You,” the word broke you, it all becoming too real.

There was always a nagging thought in the back of your head that he would find someone better. Someone skinnier, someone smarter, someone prettier. He always pushed that off with a ‘I love you and only you, I always will’.

You never thought that the person he replaced you with would be your best friend.

It felt as if there was a ton of bricks dropped on your chest, like you were underwater trying so desperately to reach the surface only to have the air slip farther and farther away.

You were shaking, your lungs feeling like they were on fire. You sharply took in a breath, shaking your head at Daveed.

“I give you everything. I do everything for you, and this is what I get in return?” you ask helplessly.

“Look, Y/N, I know you’re upset but-”

“But what? What could you possibly have to say?”

“I still love you,” he croaked, his voice breaking.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have broken me,” you countered, shaking your head.

You stumbled backwards towards the door, rushing to get outside as fast as you could. You still couldn’t breathe, tears blurring your vision. You slammed the door, sliding down the front side of it until you were sitting, head in your hands, shaking and sobbing. He broke you.

Three years managed to get thrown away in three seconds, all because of thirteen reasons.

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– mod– I’ll add to the comments as usual. Anon: The DM ran photos of DK in the exact same outfit with the exact same shopping bags iSaturday – walking alone. Check it out. No way she wore the identical outfit and had the same bags yesterday. The story conveniently tags them as yesterday when it was known N was back in NYC. The “getaway” makes for a much better story than 2 friends hanging out like he’s done with several female friends in the past few weeks (Ira, Jarah, Liz) – and been photographed with them too. These pics were set up.

Anon: what is everyone talking about with norman and what did this DK woman do? i’m late and curious because i really don’t want to find a way to dislike norman

Anon: grooooooooossssssssssssss. well if the other rumours are true, she wants a baby w him.

Normansweetpie: I honestly am surprised about Norman and Diane. And to the person that said Norman is a horrible person, you’re wrong. Norman liked Diane and I believe that Norman can do whatever he wants to do with his life. If Norman wants to date Diane, that’s fine.

Anon: So he is w a disgusting famewhoere. completely changes the way i see him. bye bye norman, no longer your fan (and im a lesbian, so this isn’t butthurt shit here)

Anon: If this is true, I don’t want to go to WSC London now. I don’t feel like meeting him if he has been lying to us this whole time.

Anon: Norman has to address this. He’s getting so much hate. I hope he shuts it down. Please Norman say it’s not true.

Anon: I can’t believe he lied to us. If this really is true, then everything he says is bullshit.

Anon: Mod, I am at a loss how this whole narrative in the NR fandom went from “DK is vile, they’re not friends ” to “DK is vile they’re definitely not dating cuz NR is sweet and great” to “They’re dating! They’re both vile!”…. Like, where is this coming from? Norman’s own fans would rather believe he’s some sort of vile scumbag than the alternative that maybe, just maybe 1) NR and DK are both decent people? And 2) none of us knows the private details of when/how they got together?

Anon: Mod in your opinion do you think he would have done that? He did things that made us believe he was single so do you think he was really lying to us the whole time? I want to cry if he was. I thought he was different. Do you think there’s a chance that he is just friends with her?

Anon: Just friends my ass. They’ve been together off and on for over a year. Time for fans to take off the delusional glasses and accept it. He’s a good ACTOR, isn’t he?

Anon: II thought that if this happened I would feel angry and sad and disappointed. But I feel relaxed and calm and I wish Norman finally have found the woman that will stay with him till the end. I feel really happy for him.

Anon: I hope that Norman realizes that Diane probably called the paparazzi and set that whole thing up so they would finally be outed as a couple. She is a real piece of work.

Anon: A few choice words like unwise, irresponsible, childish, selfish, asinine, and dishonest, as well as many more like them are all coming to mind right now.

Anon: I know it’s his life but I think he needs to say or do something for his fans now. Just like when he shut down the EK rumor. Btw, TMZ also reported that as official too, if I recall and that was never true either. Please say something about the truth of this, Norman

Anon: In the midst of this DK stuff, someone on Facebook who works at LaGuardia airport says she talked to Norman at work today. Do you know if he’s heading somewhere?

Anon: What had Diane done and why does everyone hate her?

Anon: I am an extremely disappointed… I was gonna say fan, but I can no longer even bring myself to write that much less say it. What an effing nightmare. Seriously, I’m not sure if Norman could make a more foolish decision.

Anon: I want to be clear this is not a DK hate (or even dislike) post. I have to say I find it a bit ironic of NR fans blaming the trash mags for NR not being able to “live his personal life”. If I’m not mistaken didn’t the pap pics originate in daily mail? Doesn’t DK and her people have a deal with them and they set up pics all the time? So I’m assuming DK or both of them are courting this attention, yes? I think we need PR wife again, lol.

Anon: Ok wait, it doesn’t have to mean they are together. She could have been hanging with him like he does with a lot of his female friends. And I stil think the pics are only one day. Not a “weekend getaway” I really hope he says something now, though. This back and forth is too much. I pray it’s friendship and nothing more because I don’t want to have to stop supporting him. Say something Norman.

Anon:  I cannot think of a single nice thing to say about Norman right now and I’m not sure I will ever be able to again. Anon: Dont you think that this is kinda ridicilous , this whole dk / nr is going on since 2015 , if they were together , they would already admit that and dont forget joshua and diane broke up a long time ago , so nr and her had a long time chance to admit it 🙄(sorry my english is not very good )  

Susa206: Everybody should calm down! In my opinion it´s obviously, that they are a couple. I think we don´t have the right to judge about his or her life! Nobody knows what really happened between DK and her former boyfriend….. I never liked her … but the most important thing, is that he is happy…. and we have to accept his choice…. ( sorry again for my bad english)

Anon: So are we to believe they have been so careful to not be seen out together in more than a year and now they are caught in his parking garage? Set up

Anon: she is just so unlikeable. ive read her interviews and seen her interviews. she is not likeable. this is bad new for his brand, but its his life. i know i won’t tune into anything he does if she is accompanying him or being mentioned. i know celebs are humans, but i also consider them brands that i choose to consume. ive no interest in using my money & attention to help her brand, and won’t consume anything she is attached to. sorry normski, not interested if you come w her as an add on

Anon: But hold on remember when he was photographed with Elsa Hosk? and they aren’t together. I know because of DK, it’s strange but I don’t think it proves it yet. Until Norman comes out and says it.

Anon: Mod , i would like to help you a bit. I also dont believe that they are together , in fact i do believe Diane might have a crush on Norman (who not) and im sure Norman knows that , but it seems he is enjoying his single life and told her that , and still wants to hang out as friends with her , because why not? Maybe they were out having dinner , maybe he or she made dinner at their homes! 😊( just what i think about the whole dk/n thing)

Anon: this norman stuff with TMZ, is utter bullshit. they are probably just friends and so what if they are dating, they should be happy that they are happy.

Anon: Mod , it seems you doubt about if they are friends or not ….

Anon: Mod, do you think they really are together or do you think the friends theory is possible? I just want to cry if it’s true. It’s not that he’s with someone but that it could be her! I hate her. She is nothing like him she is so full of herself and now he looks like a cheater and a liar. I didn’t think he was anything like that but now he looks like such a fake person. Not who he said he was to his fans. I’m so sad. What do you think Mod??

Anon: If them unloading a car together is the smoking gun on their relationship… damn! I am in a relationship with a bunch of cab drivers! Dammit… and here I am thinking I’m single!  

Rebellacycle: I’m sorry I’m laughing at a lot of this this man can’t be any where near a woman or his female fan loose their shit “ oh he’s with her no ” if he is dating her at least she is close to his age if she slept with him I’d hi- five her good for you Diane 😂🤣💪🏹 let him live his life I don’t know her we really as fans don’t know the both of them it’s his and her business if they are dating or not what ever and I would love to be at his next convention to see if these “ fans ” ask him about it

Anon: Sorry!! I meant good luck to HIM. I want the man to be happt but she is just YUCK. My bad. You always rule. I’m going to drink whiskey til I puke this weekend. Why do I care? I have no clue but am just disappointed.

Anon: Can someone post the pics of DK that are supposedly from Saturday, please. Also, are those pics on tmz from yesterday or Thursday. I’m confused!

Anon: Sooooooo are they together or were they just carpooling to like Whole Foods and Best Buy or something?

Anon: I’m done with NR. Cannot support this disgraceful behaviour whatsoever. More to the point how can he be okay with a supposed partner calling the paps on them? Entire thing is a mess. he is not who he pretends he was.

Anon: NR and DK kept their relationship hidden this long because they knew people would never forget about how their relationship got started (cheating) and they knew if they went public they would be one of the most hated couples in Hollywood. I seriously want to throw up she is such a horrid human being. N has developed really shit taste in women.

Anon: Here it goes. Seems like we finally got our proof and Norman and DK came out and made it public finally. They are together. You can’t tell me she’s just a friend cruising around with him and unloading his car. Not after all. I’m so disgusted, I almost vomited. I can’t believe Norman fell for this woman. I’m SO SO disappointed and disgusted! 😞

Anon: Those two horrible people deserve each other. And they deserve every ounce of hate that they get as long as they are together.

Anon: Isn’t there a simple way to clear it up? One or both of their reps will confirm or deny the rumors, right? NR had to do that with the EK thing. Plus I think isn’t DK going to LA for Oscar weekend stuff? If she gives any interviews I’m sure they’d ask about this, right?

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RWBY V7E1 Watch And Comment

AlIm going to leave this untagged and under a read-more so there is NO WAY anyone will be spoiled by this. This is more me commenting on the episode, to get it out of my head.

First off; Atlas has hanger bays noted by Greek letters. Omega-12 for example. If theres a reference in that I don’t know but its interesting.

Weiss notes that Atlas’s forces are deployed “aggressively”. Which is weird considering they’re in a defensive holding pattern with dozens of dropships running combat air patrols. Perhaps she means aggressively as in “out there” as opposed to being in the background...

That being said Weiss makes the same assumption jump I made so them going to Mantle makes more sense

On Mantle...its as gritty as I imagined it would be, but at the same time, far more prosperous. Im okay with this change, but I had to throw out some old headcanons of mine.

THAT BEING SAID the way it looks strikes me as a place with a lot of underground grey/black stuff. It looks like something out of Shadowrun.

Interestingly there’s a reason for the change and why I had to throw out my headcanons; you can see red-lit fan vents on many buildings, some emmiting steam. Possibly these are some kind of heating vents that keep the whole city from freezing, which is really cool.

Also despite the presence of traffic lights I see no cars.

Okay, even more Shadowrun; Ironwood talking to everyone on a giant fuckoff TV screen on the wall. And...hes got a pointless shoulder belt. Haha!

Damn, they missed a chance to have him punch his chest with his fist and say “Atlas Endures!” or something cool like that.

I get the overall feeling Mantle got really cracked down on for some reason...also lot of people with cold weather gear on. I guess its not THAT warm there.

Oh, and AKs patrolling the streets (headdesks) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! YOU IDIOTS KNOW THEY DONT WORK!

And Winter’s now the face of Atlas. Somehow Im not shocked.

NO SHIT THERES SOMETHING WRONG Weiss. NO. SHIT.

Also if they set that ship down in Mantle five bucks says by the end of the day its just gonna be GONE. They’ll have stripped it CLEAN.

Oh, wait. We hear some guys in teh background go “It landed over there, lets go!” and we see Atlas troopers running for it. Huh. Guess they DO have human soldiers in the area.

So according to the glowing news wall, we see something about an election, a journalist is dead (might be important later) and they’re commending on the embargo. Also the sign is for someone named Hill. Looks like she’ll be important too.

Graffiti reading “show your teeth”. With an Ork symbol on it. Interesting.

Hover drones to keep track of people. Oh joy, going full authoratarian huh? Not subtle, RT. Not subtle.

Oh, theres a car. Convenient.

Wait...”The kingdom had just lost the Great War”. I KNEW IT. I KNEW Mantle was technically the looser here.

More trucks. Old school looking. Carrying Faunus dust miners covered in black greasy shit. Hmm. Also, not terribly subtle.

Random angry exposition drunk guy is random, drunk, angry, and expositional...and properly disposed of in a trash can by Weiss. Thank you Miss Schnee, I appreciate that.

Dude on the steps is probably Ash’s cousin or something. Hmm. More signs. Literally saying “Protect Mantle”. Im calling it, this Hill person is the Mantle Resurgance leader and I think Im going to like her.

Prostectic for a faunus. Hmm. Something tells me thats not standard... OH MY GOD HES HUEY FROM MGS MEETS DR. LIGHT WHAT THE FUCK

Something on the X-ray screens behind Maria. Looks like...full cybornetic implants of some kind? Superhumans? Spartans? Some kind of Grimm? Interesting.

Peitro. And hes got a whale on his shelf there. How clever.

OH THANK GOD It looks like its not Schnee doing all the work. I can handle this cool old dude.

Shoes that make you dance.

Ironwoods gone paranoid. And no one commented on it then? Interesting. I guess Remnant doesnt have the best veterans health benefits...

I do love his “days since last nonsense” sign, still reading 0

Also a place called Atalal or something. Atlatl? Like the old throwing weapon? Perhaps a new city.

Convenient Grimm attack is convenient...also, daughter. I wonder who THAT COULD BE...

Gambol shroud is still broken I see.

“Somehow that doesnt surprise me” No, I agree with you there Nora, when has ANYTHING defensive in Remnant ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED?

Also shocker, the AKs are COMPLETELY WORTHLESS against Grimm. Who would have thought?!

I’ll just let the fight scene go for itself. Its great. Though I will note the AK rifles sound different now. Actual gun noises instead of the pew-pew of the plasma pistol from V3

Qrow punches a Grimm in the face and then kills it. FUCKING NICE.

Also is it just me or do these Grimm disintigrate WAY faster than they used too. I remember back in V1 and 2 they stcuk around for a bit, but the moment these guys take hits they’re just DUST.

Green laser. WELL NOW WHO COULD THAT BE...

AND ITS...SEXY FEMALE MEGAMAN! Wait no its Penny. But upgraded. Dishwasher style. Yaayyyyy. But...no assault robot.

DAT ABSOLUTE TERRITORY ON HER LEG THO. GIRL SLAY IT

The little bow wiggle

ANNNDDDD RUBY’S DEAD. Thats it, shows over. Killed by flying robot ginger.

Her bow is also metal, which is adorable. Ohhhh. So THATS where the Arena went. It flew all the way back to Atlas. Man that must have been something to see.

Aww, shes protector of Mantle. Thats...actually kinda cute.

“I must go, my people need me” SHE GONE

Oh, look, vents leaking heat into the air behind Maria. So Mantle DOES heat its air to keep it snow-free.

Bolos. Really.

Please dont be specialists please dont be specialists please dont be specialists OH YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME

(Rages in lack of Tier 1 operator tacticool). Leaders a fucking douche looker too IMO. Really, a horseshoe? Oh. Wait. Hes got a clover on his shirt. I bet you anything hes the mirror opposite of Qrow.

Ace Ops? REALLY. This is the best Atlas has? I know they’re just Huntsman but LEGIT REALLY. REALLY.

And they think th ey’re SOOOOOOO cool. Dude, Bravo Six could take your shit apart without even TRYING. Captain Price would stub his cigar out on your fuckin’ skullhole.

And thats the episode. Next week!

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