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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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ciryc ca'tra (cold night sky): chapter three || din djarin x reader

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Series Summary: When you crash-land on a frozen planet on your way to Trask, you and Din work together to keep the Crest afloat and keep your little family safe under the cold night sky. || Part One of Jate’kara (Lucky Stars)

Chapter Summary: You panic when the baby goes missing, only to find him trying to help his daddy fix the ship. You panic when the frog lady goes missing, only to find her trying to warm her eggs. You panic when there’s suddenly spiders all over the place. You’re really not having a good time on this frozen planet.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst | Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Maybe old fashioned ideas about marriage? Idk, I’m an old-fashioned kind of girl. Let me know if there’s anything you need me to tag!

A/N: I’ve been writing this fic nonstop for the past few days and it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I’m thoroughly enjoying it, and I hope you are too! Also, I think it’s actually very sexy of me to post each chapter less than 24 hours apart. Enjoy! ♡

You couldn’t get back to sleep.

You tried - your whole body ached with exhaustion, and you knew you should rest - but you were too rattled by the scare with the droid and too worried about Din out in the cold. You tried to find something more productive to do than fret, but the baby had slept through everything, and there was very little to do when you weren’t chasing him around the ship. You’d already organized and cleaned everything you could; there really was nothing to do but wait.

For the sake of your sanity - and Din’s, as you knew an anxious wife was absolutely the last thing he needed right now - you decided on a shower. The refresher was outfitted with a regular shower as well as a sonic; you’d be using the latter, considering the fact that there was no heat on the Crest at the moment. Neatly folding Din’s spare cloak and putting the rest of your clothes in the laundry basket in the refresher, you stepped into the sonic and let the thing work its magic.

The state of the refresher when you’d first come aboard the Crest was... abysmal, to put it honestly. It told you all you needed to know about the Mandalorian bounty hunter you’d met when he arrived in your small town deep in the hills of Naboo: he was used to being alone, and very unfamiliar with a woman’s company. When you started working for him and living on the ship - he’d needed your help finding a man who used to live in your town - you’d asked if there was any way to at least have a door on the blasted thing. He readily complied, and with the help of a few of the handyman types in your community, the Crest’s refresher was sorted out in no time, and more elaborately than you’d hoped for.

The sonic was made to be used with or without water, and warm lights adorned the new mirror above the sink. Best of all, there was a sliding door - much like the one on the bunk, which had been expanded slightly in all the renovation. Until you were married - only a short while after you came to work for him, as you’d both fallen head over heels in a matter of weeks - Din had slept on the reclining passenger seat in the cockpit. You’d always considered that likely miserable sleeping arrangement and the new refresher his very first love-gifts to you, and you knew you would always cherish his selflessness and generosity.

Clean and a little less wired after the sonic, you quickly put on new clothes and wrapped yourself back in Din’s cloak. You went to check on the baby, sure he was still sleeping; to your dismay and instant panic, your little foundling was nowhere to be found among the blankets you’d nestled him in earlier.

“Ad’ika!” you called, searching through the ship like Din had earlier. Your little one was an escape artist, that much you’d known from the very beginning. Usually it was of little consequence - there were only so many places he could go on the ship, and you or Din found him contentedly playing with his silver ball or some other toy he’d fashioned. But here, with the temperature dropping and the wreckage everywhere and only the tarp between the ship and the icy world outside - you had to find him.

Your panic grew to a fever pitch as you searched the ship high and low, calling for him with an increasingly desperate tone. Finally, positive he wasn’t anywhere on the Crest, you ventured outside; snowdrifts piled across the rocky ground, and the air was bitterly cold. Heedless of your own safety, you searched around the wreckage of the ship, calling for him as you felt the sting of tears.

“Cyar’ika!”

You heard Din’s voice calling you from the other side of the ship, and you made your way to him as quickly as you could. Surely Din would know where your baby was, and if he didn’t, he would know where to look. As you rounded the corner, you almost couldn’t make him out as tears blurred your vision. You tried to collect yourself before you told him - what, that you’d lost your son? That you’d had one job and couldn’t even keep your toddler safe?

Your distress must have shown on your face, because Din reached a consoling hand out to you and met you halfway as you walked through the snow towards him. You prepared to tell him, to beg for his forgiveness and help -

Then, wrapped in the corner of Din’s cloak and nestled snugly in the crook of his arm, your baby peeked out at you and gave a babble of greeting.

“Oh, Maker,” you gasped, the words coming out like a sob. You reached out for him and Din gave him to you; you held him tight as tears streamed down your face.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” you said, shoulders shaking as you tried to get a hold of yourself. You felt Din’s hand on your back, drawing you close against him; you let him hold you, the baby pressed safely between you.

“It’s ok, cyare,” Din soothed, running his hand up and down your back.

You gave a hitching breath. “It’s not ok, Din,” you insisted. “I thought he was - ”

You couldn’t make yourself say it, and felt a flash of anger at your husband that you knew was misdirected, but you didn’t know what to do with the guilt and fear that still ran through you.

“You knew where he was this whole time?” you snapped, looking up at his visor. Your tears were cold on your cheeks, and you angrily brushed them away. “How long was he out here with you, while I was worried sick looking for him?”

Din held up a hand in a conciliatory gesture. “No, I didn’t know he was out here,” he said, determinedly calm and patient. “I only just found him, and I’d just finished getting onto him when I heard you calling for him. I was coming to take him to you, cyare.”

You knew he was telling you the truth - he’d never do something like that to you. You didn’t know what to say, ashamed that you’d accused him of letting you worry needlessly when he’d actually been doing all he could to prevent that.

“S-sorry,” you managed brokenly. You could see your vague reflection in the planes of his helmet, tearful and small and overrun with emotion.

He sighed and drew you close to him again. “I know,” he said gently. “You don’t have to apologize. I know that scared you.”

You shook your head as you leaned against his chest. “He was asleep,” you tried to explain. “I closed the door on the bunk and I just went to take a shower - I didn’t mean to - ”

“It’s not your fault,” he said, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “He knew better than to wander off like that, especially outside.”

Din looked down at the small bundle in your arms, wrapped now in the cloak you wore.

“It was very naughty to make your mama worry like that,” Din said firmly, raising a finger for emphasis. “Don’t do that again.”

The baby gave a babble that sounded somewhat affirmative and apologetic, looking up at you with those big eyes for good measure. You were so relieved that he was alright that you couldn’t stay upset with him; you covered his ears with your cloak and held him close.

“You ought to get back inside, cyar’ika,” Din said. “Try and get warmed up.”

You looked up at him, intending to say that he should come in as well, and felt a wave of guilt that you’d only just realized how his beskar was completely frosted over. The usually shiny metal was dull and white, and you knew he had to be freezing.

“Oh, Din,” you said, reached a hand up to touch the icy side of his helmet. He took your hand in a gentle grip before you could, saving you from touching the cold metal and warming your fingers with his touch.

“Please come inside,” you said, already trying to think of ways to warm him up without any heat on the ship. “You must be freezing.”

“I’m alright,” he soothed, though you knew he was probably more uncomfortable than he let on. “I need to keep working on the repairs. You and the baby shouldn’t be out in this.”

“Neither should you,” you said. “You’re - I mean, you’re covered in frost.”

He nodded. “Beskar clouds pretty quickly in the cold. It’s nothing to worry about.”

You sighed, realizing you weren’t going to get anywhere with him, but you weren’t annoyed. Since the frog lady had urged him to begin repairs sooner, he’d been single-mindedly working on the major parts of the ship that were damaged; he was going to work until he couldn’t feel his fingers any more, and then probably a little bit longer before he came inside. You admired his determination and hard work as much as you worried for him, and you wouldn't have had him any other way.

You were hesitant to leave him, but knew you should get the baby inside.

“At least kiss me before I go,” you said, knowing it was a lot to ask. “That way I can see for myself if you’re turning into an ice block under that helmet.”

He chuckled and lifted the bottom of his helmet just enough to oblige you, giving you a gentle, chaste kiss.

“There,” he said, once his helmet had been replaced. “Warm enough for you?”

You hummed in agreement. “For now.” You lightly tapped your boot against his. “Don’t stay out too long, my love.”

He shook his head. “Ne baatir, cyare.” He’d said that to you enough times over the years that you didn’t have to ask what it meant: don’t worry, beloved.

You gave him one last smile before heading back around the ship, bundling the baby close against the temperature that had started to drop steadily as the sun went down. Minding your steps lest you stumble over a snow-covered rock or bit of debris, you noticed something odd; it looked like there were another set of footprints in the snow, bigger than either yours or Din’s. You stopped and followed them with your gaze, trying not to let fear get the better of you; they led away from the ship towards the jagged side of the cavern, around a corner that seemed to lead into a different cave.

The baby started to babble excitedly, his little clawed hand pointing in the direction of the cave. Goodness, had he followed something out here? Come to think of it, where was your passenger?

You looked back over your shoulder and saw your husband diligently working on a smoking part near the back of the ship.

“Din!” you called. You tried to make your voice carry without any indication of panic, but he looked up and zeroed in on you all the same.

He cocked his head in question, as you weren’t in any obvious danger, and you waved him over. He set his tools aside and started towards you, and you hoped you hadn’t annoyed him by interrupting his work.

“What is it?” he asked, not unkindly, and you knew he hadn’t minded coming over. You gestured to the footprints.

“Do you think it’s the frog lady?” you asked.

He studied the path of the footprints, most likely through his HUD, and sighed.

“She’s not in the ship?” he asked.

“No,” you answered. Recalling your frantic search for the baby, you realized that you hadn’t seen her anywhere. “Why would she leave?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, but I need to go find her. There’s no telling what’s in those caves.”

You suppressed a shudder at the thought. “Should we go with you?”

He considered that, looking over you and the baby for a moment. “I guess. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone, but - do you think you’ll be warm enough?”

You drew his cloak closer around you and your baby. “I think so. I’d feel better going with you.”

He put a hand on your back as you followed the path of the footprints, his touch steadying and safe. “Just stick close to me, cyare. Don’t wander.”

“Din,” you said, affectionate and a little exasperated. You’d been married to a bounty hunter long enough to know that right by his side was the safest place to be. “When have you ever known me to wander?”

He chuckled. “I know, I know. You’re very good about it.” He looked around as you walked through the mouth of the cave, and you knew he was making himself aware of every possible danger.

“I don’t have any idea what to look out for,” he said honestly. You could tell how much he hated not knowing what you were up against, not being as prepared to protect you as he would have liked.

You had never made a habit of questioning his authority - he knew much better than you how to keep you safe, and if he gave you an order in a dangerous situation, you complied. It was the least you could do, considering how often he was called on to protect his wife and child. With your marriage vows, Din had sworn to kar'taylir bal cabuor, to hold you in his heart and to protect you; you had vowed your love and trust in return.

You reached out to put a hand on his arm. “I trust you, Din,” you said simply.

He nodded. “I know, cyare. Thank you.”

You stayed close to your husband's side as the cave darkened and threaded through the columns of ice that loomed on every side; it was eerily quiet except for the sound of your footsteps through the snow. Din scanned the area constantly through his HUD; you trusted him to lead you, as you couldn’t make out the footprints in the dim light. He paused for a moment at a fork in the path.

“There’s a heat signature through there,” he said, nodding to the leftmost path. You held onto the edge of his cloak, hoping to settle both of you a little, and followed as he cautiously made his way down the path.

After a bit of a tricky slope that Din offered his hand to help you over, the path opened up into a cavern that was noticeably warmer than the rest of the cave had been. Steam rose from a wide, shallow pool in the middle of the space that you guessed came from a hot spring. The frog lady was swimming in the pool, her eggs spread out around her like little jewels on the water’s surface.

“There you are,” Din said, his voice echoing around the cavern as he walked over to her. He sounded understandably frustrated; you watched as he got a sense of his surroundings and assessed any threats, undoubtedly coming to the conclusion more quickly than you had that it was too big of a space with too many shadowed corners for him to be at any sort of defensive advantage if the need arose.

“You can’t leave the ship,” he told her, rounding the pool to the side where the egg chamber sat full of liquid but without any of the eggs. “It’s not safe out here.”

You followed and knelt with him beside the pool, putting the baby between you.

“Let’s gather these up,” Din said, gesturing to the eggs bobbing in the warm water. The frog lady croaked in dismay as she cradled a few.

“I know it’s warm,” Din said, a gentle sympathy coloring his voice. He scooped up a handful of the eggs, paying no mind to wetting his gloves, and put them back in the chamber. “But night’s coming fast, and I can’t protect you out here.”

You helped take the eggs out of the water, careful of their seemingly thin protective skin; the water was delightfully warm, and you couldn’t help a fleeting wish to be swimming in it too. You handed the eggs to Din to put back into the chamber.

In your periphery, you saw your baby’s little hand inching towards an egg floating close to the edge of the pool; you and Din both noticed it at the same time, and both of you held an admonishing finger between your son and the tempting egg.

“No,” you said at the same time, in the tone you reserved for scolding. The baby looked from you to Din with a pleading expression, but Din wasn’t fazed.

“No,” he repeated firmly. He went back to gathering the eggs as the baby gave a squeak of protest, and you made a mental note to find your son something to eat when you got back to the ship.

The eggs were more slippery than you’d expected, and rounding them up took all three of you working together. You knew Din was trying to be careful and quick at the same time; being away from the ship made him wary, and there were a lot of you to protect in such a large space. You helped as best you could, holding out handfuls of eggs for him to put back into the chamber and quickly going back to gather more.

From behind you, you heard the distinctive, fearful cry of your baby; you whirled around, looking everywhere for him, and found him running over from between rows of little white eggs that seemed to be twisting in a sickly, grotesque sort of way.

You felt an icy wash of uncanny terror and needlessly called your husband’s name, abandoning the pool to rush over to your son and pick him up. You saw with a sudden wave of nauseated horror that things were coming from the eggs, chittering things with long, spindly legs. You stumbled backwards and would have lost your footing if Din hadn’t caught you, immediately pulling you back towards the pool.

You couldn't have spurred yourself to move, so horrifically entranced were you by the loathsome creatures as they swarmed over the far side of the cavern floor, but you wondered why your husband didn’t seem any more inclined to action. You felt a little faint.

“Din,” you said uncertainly. You vaguely wondered how often you called your husband’s name like a plea for help, and if it ever wore on him.

“Right here,” he said, and it sounded so unlike him, so dreamy and faint, that it snapped you back to awareness like a slap in the face.

“Din,” you said again, more firmly. You turned and looked at him; he was watching the spider-like creatures start to climb the walls, his posture slack. That alone scared you badly enough to smack a hand against his chestplate in panic.

“Din!” you said again, sharp and loud. The spiders were inching closer, their chittering growing louder with each passing second -

Your hand on his chest and the sound of your voice seemed to snap him out of it, and his whole body tensed up immediately.

“Kriff,” he bit out, anger and panic tightening his voice even through the vocoder. He shut the canister of eggs and slung it onto his shoulder, taking your upper arm in a firm grip with his free hand.

“Go,” he ordered, and you couldn’t have disobeyed him if you wanted to. He released you and you started to run towards the cave entrance you’d come through earlier, your baby pressed close to your chest -

You only made it a few feet from the pool when a terrible roar shook the cavern, stopping you dead in your tracks. A giant, eldritch spider was crawling from behind the outcropping at the far side of the cavern, and it was all you could do to hold onto consciousness as you saw it take another step towards you.

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misterbitches · 3 years

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I ship muren and li cheng bc i only saw it through gifs then i watched this episode cos i was like im only starting this show if they kiss im waiting and they did and it was nice and i got so anxious that i was about to fucking vomit. I really like them together. The top/bottom shit is dumb and i hope if they must mention it they all build a bridge and get over it so they can switch cos who gives a shit. I didnt realize how large they all are like most “tall” men on tv are lying. But bc that kid is so thin and tall and the other one (idk the stepbrother) is huge too. Li cheng is shorter than them both but more ~manly~ but still short so why doesnt he take a DICK UP HIS BUTT XD since that’s all that fucking matters and there’s only 2 genders and 2 eays to have sex lmao so nothing else otherwise ur screwed

Hd a terrible past couple of weeks personally and because i keep seeing my peopl eget murdered and things ripped from us ^_____^ anyway here’s Some libertatrian communist dumb bitch discoars so i’ll tag it:

keep in mind these are my opinions’”” when i engage in discourse. I am not the end all be all and I don’t need you to agree. There’s some shit I am non-negotiable on but thsi is just exchanging of information. Any authoratative tone I take on comes from my beliefs, my life, my experiences, and what I choose to cultivate as a person and an artist. I dont have control over your feelings, you do. If it hurts you then either tell me the issue and be PRECISE about it, understand that context matters which is why i type so much in engagement, and do not fucking lie or misconstrue my words. Do not call me western ever in your life either. I am a black-american. I have adhd and bc i am a black woman if ur automatically thinking im brolic i am accepting money in my paypal for ur wellbeing to get me to shut the fuck up.Thanks.

The stepbrothers storyline is stupid and lazy writing. I really want to counter people that say it’s written well and that it’s interesting because it isn’t. Even if it was illicit and fucked we can write a story out about this. Let’s rethink what they could have done shall we:

- become stepbrothers at about 16 and their parents mismanage the relationship and they fail in trying to get an integrated family together (this is what happened in the #iconic transit girls and that was fuckin’ weird but hey dude guess what we watched it and it was weird but not unethical and we know one is like 19 and the other is 21 and a girl so it’s like wow you avoided so much and handled their stepsister story very…….um lightly given the end lmao but it was there and people had AGENCY)

-OR you realize that freak is obsessed with him and then he realizes it and is like “bitch i swear to god” and in typical shtity trope BL fashion they can find a way from obsession, to loss and independence when you lose your obsession, to “love” if they choose

- have the fucked up shit but make it clear what the issues are and you literally cannot write your way out of it so do not try

But why can’t fucked up things be shown? Also this is realistic.

0. Well according to you but no one said that they can’t. So that’s on your interpretation of critique (that is, again, not bullying or harassment.) They can, i just gave plenty of scenarios in which it is affective and not just annoying to witness, trope-y, and frankly ridiculous and offensive. Sorry! They don’t do it well. You can come up with alternatives too. See #2 btw.

1. No it isn’t doing a good job of reflecting life because life has consequences. The exaggeration in drama doesn’t mean the arc shouldn’t be there. Almost always things that aren’t heavy with the message or meant to be sobering in a deep way are COMPELLING. The realism is the basis for art because we are human. This is not the way real humans act.

Someone said Tharn Type was mature and I had to laugh because no, no one acts that way and is “in love” if they act that way that means they fucking hate each other and they’re immature and frankly it’s just not that interesting for many of us to watch because the dramatization of the “realism” is fucking bonkers. That was such poor writing it is unbelievable and someone has the audacityt o say it’s how real adults act. Fucking murder me if I’m with someone for 7 years and we break up over a miscommunication and for some reason I am not as horny as my always horny boyfriend. The fuck? What kind of lives do you lead? Either you are not an adult or you are an adult who needs therapy.

I also hear the “realistic” argument but then people try and temper it with “but also it’s fiction.” What do you think fiction is? Why do you think filmmaking exists? Number one, it’s propaganda in the sense that you want others to buy into your presentation and see what you see. That means that the creators are telling people and influencing them WITH ART BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT IT IS about their feelings around a situation. That’s why it is imperative to be responsible as a filmmaker and artist and underline the deepness of creepiness if that’s what they want. If they want to relay that rape sometimes ok and psychos are crazy so they get boy (??!?!?!? BITCH?) then they achieved it with no innovative information. We know people get raped bc we are human beings and many of us live with that fear. You know, being the target demo and all. And bc BL loves that trope it’s rape fantasy peddled to young people and women. Just like shitty wattpad fics or NYT best sellers. Hooray, what now? Or are you trying to purport that this isn’t glorified fanfiction? Which it literally is

2. This is the issue with these shows. No one is saying that fucked up shit cannot be shown. There’s a film about a woman who is raped and she falls in love with her rapist (because he was masked but i think we find out later that she knows. Binoche is in it.) I have no desire for that film—i think it’s by a man and i extra dont care—but I hear it’s sort of powerful for many. I heard it was a good film. But the act itself is always eschewed and the conflict comes from how fucking ridiculous it is especially finding out that she knows. The power imbalance adn the possibility. They may not have handled it in a way I would have cared for but it was there.

There’s simply no imagination because these people do not care that much and aren’t great writers and filmmakers because they simply do not have to be. Sorry.

The industry doesn’t rely on the best they rely on efficiency (this is everywhere.) You can tell by the camera angles, the editing, the camera itself (idk if it is multicam but the flatness is typical soap flatness without the glowboxes to soften their faces.) Simple constant lighting. Now the surroundings are mostly beautiful. But even to some of the costumes. And those edits are abysmal, some of that camera work.

So with all that said even with the couple I extremely enjoy I see its (H4) faults. Add into that a lazily thrown together “shocking” love and if they are trying to get us to feel a type of way about its sexiness they fail. This is why movies like 50sog, 365 days, etc aren’t enjoyable to people because it’s fucking strange situations that they dont want to entangle or make enjoyable to viewers across the board. They know what people will take. It’s just that bitch what are we here for if even the sexiness isn’t there for ur stupid story.

At least with that teenager and 30 yr old man in MODC (which i do not love but i like them in theory if it wasnt totally repulsive to me and also if it was developed in a way that was good TO ME) they had their, er, “sex appeal” i talk about this as well the main couple in MODC to me, visually, was a miss. Not bc whatshisface was small and stuff but bc he was so sickly and they needed that to propel the story but it was just not appealing given how the story progressed. A missed opportunity in tying the two together besides making him look waif-y and sickly only to have the “did ur mom die in a car crash? No, cancer” type of move in not another teen movie. But the opposite. And not funny. Wayne tho????? GORL. Eggs. Cracked.

fandoms have a very warped sense of harrassment and discourse.

Most fandoms have harassers who are “protecting” the cast and crew who don’t need their protection (or maybe the crew does since they probably dont get paid well but why the fuck would anyone care about that lol) but very few have the people who have concerns or massive critique about the show are not going to be “bullying.”

If people are saying “if you like xyz, u suck” then sure it may suck for you to see but who fucking cares. Either talk to the person or don’t be friends with them. That is not bullying or harrassment. Things that are shitty get criticized. Fuck, things that aren’t shitty don’t. Get away from this idea of cancel culture and people misunderstanding the story. We have the ability to.

Think beyond your noses of personal preference. You don’t have to convince people of what you believe. Discussing it is good but critique is not bullying, harrassment, or hate. Neither is fucking roasting shit because even this shit I like (manner of death lets say) deserves it. Art is meant to be critiqued and if you dont fucking like the bullshit people make then say it. They know stupid stories like this are scandalous and they don’t give a shit in how to present them.

And guess what? You won’t like everybody. Many people can’t stand me i’m sure. Oh well. I mean frankly I don’t like that and I feel very unsettled when I don’t feel understood. That’s ok! I have to temper it. Sometimes calm myself down. I won’t get anything and everything I want. And you won’t like every opinion and sometimes it’s like “man am i a dummy?” But the part of growing up is fucking maanging that and beng honest about “bashing and harrassment” and “bullying” and growing up. Yuo can like what you want the “let people like what they want thing” is so fucking juvenile and THAT is not the real world. Which is probably why so many people feel that way, they dont want to live in the real world. Unfortunately, you do.

Think beyond our noses of personal preference and what we feel emotionally in conjunction with others. You don’t have to convince people of what you believe. And you can say things that you believe to be true but it doesn’t make them so or maybe it isn’t received that way to people. And many times we learn new things in the discussions “oh shit i didn’t see it that way” right? Discussing it is good but critique is not bullying, harrassment, or hate. Neither is fucking roasting shit because even this shit I like (manner of death lets say) deserves it. Art is meant to be critiqued and if you dont fucking like the bullshit people make then say it. They know stupid stories like this are scandalous and they don’t give a shit in how to present them. Usually the “opposition” in these situations aren’t the popular beliefs that permeate through society. Trust me lmao

Antiblackness

Antiblackness is a thing. It permeates everywhere. It permeates in this genre and it permeates in fandom. Get it the fuck together. Also do not conflate cultural relativism with being repsectful. They are not barbarians, they are smart human beings either making work or deciding to. We all have diff cultures but we have fucking sense in what is respectful and not. And if we don’t we fucking learn. You cannot excuse things and say “oh culture” when you have 0 idea of that culture or actual people who are radical etc and are fighting against it. Additionally the word westerner is an ignorant term when referring to people in the US or UK who are black. Because we are not. We extend sympathy to other groups and empathy since we know so there is no inherent power imbalance between a black viewer and their subject. Don’t suggest that because it’s wrong and ahistorical and contextless.

FIRST the fallacy of representation as freedom makes people fucking complacent, individualistic, and doesn’t let them think critically. Consumption and discourse around consumption is not helping material conditions of the marginalized communities in your home, the black ones who are ignored, those intersectionalized in these communities. Groups talk about art and what it means for them outside of just what we see and because we also don’t have access to a bunch of Thai reviews or what movements or going on we are less likely to know if we don’t FUCKING SEARCH for it. Because art is constant...which leads me to....

Representation is difficult. It matters and it doesn’t.

Tthese shows are not meant to overturn the LGBTQ+ community.

There are queer filmmakers and artists in these countries. Deep illustrious film careers or even TV that is moving and deliberate. We can even see it with the dude from “your name engraved” in their short series he was in beforehand. BL is no wa pejorative because it is simply not “qu**r” storytelling whatever that means. But know it has always existed everywhere and there are also out artists or radical artists in all these countries who do no respect mediums that are cash-grabs and poorly made.

ex: As much as “Like in the Movies” sort of isnt for me and is a bit hamfisted you can tell how much love goes into that. Love of the characters, acting, and message. Yes it’s cringey to see some of the lines (like very tbh subtlety wasnt exactly their strong suit) and yea naming them after lenin and marx is just 0ihgoaudgijposkagjihou BUT GUESS WHAT? THEY FUCKING DID IT. THEY TRIED. And class was a large component as well bc u cant fuckin ignore it. The show is aware of the machinations in its world as a show but also in the philippines and for a fuckin reason. And duatarte? Loooooooool so like yea not so sure bl makes him love his ppl but the show isnt trying to do that

It’s not a transgressive genre and it has no reason to be. No ethical anything under the way we live it’s just trying your fucking best to be. That’s it. They serve societal ills and capital’s purposes. Which is fine but it is not revolutionary.

These countries in SEA or even SA do not have as big budget for even mainstream dramas—though things are changing and that’s bc REVENUE like revenue from kpop is fucking huge for SK and again so much about that is bc of what happened in their history from japanese imperialism to WWII to the US—so for “queer” stuff it is sort of now important to make that an export and it sure is one. Not only globally or to the west but a lot of these places make their money within asia (duh!) outside of their countries. OBVIOUSLY. so BL is a way to output and gain money. The thing is, it doesnt seem to be put back into the industry at all. For people in all these countries to make works that aren’t for mainstream or wont reach as many people there’s a difference between trying and just shoving shit in your face and going here it’s gay you like it right? But dont antagonize the inherent patriarchal nature of BL.

Another thing: did you guys know thailand was never colonized? You should look it up. There’s little hints of things in ITSAY to represent french influence still. Isnt that fascinating? Find out why. It’s certainly interesting that the representation, though damaging and dubious many times and also incorrect like any media, is huge in asia and this isnt a commodity here (the US) exactly. A lot of that has to do with colonial ideas of gender of which I am sure. But listen………lmao

Sometimes people dont give a shit. And it very much shows. Here is the thing once again. GOOD TRANSGRESSIVE WORK exists.

Een within the capitalist Bs paradigm or you can see people trying (I can sort of applaud parts of lovely writer) also queer media has always existed everywhere the reason you don’t know about it is because it gets takena nd commodified into a mainstream product. We hvae little incentive, particularly if we are not fans of cinema or art in gen, to search fror others when the output is right here. Being dictated by others and the state and who will give you money. No longer an effort of a cast and crew who want to convey things. But google [any country] independent cinema, radical cinema, queer radical cinema, or even retrospectives on the cinema and rethinking what is queer and radical in film. What if we took that, diluted it, got rid of the creators who put themselves through all the work, ignroe al the nuances and do……………….two actors who are conventionally attractive with no chemistry making out.

It’s the same here lets say daniel kaluuya winning the oscar for the film about the BPP. I heard it was okay and not too offensive but it still isnt’ enough. It still isn’t like hwood isn’t trash, nnati black, misogynistic towards BW and women, and all that other shit. It was pushy but it can’t be enough where we are. Black KKKlansmen i think won an oscar, by circumstance i fuckin hate these award shows they mean nothing, and i like the film a lot but he has his misogynoir still resting in his films even if it is poignant. And it was a film that honestly wasn’t really made for black people. And should all art be a response to direct trauma or trying to make ourselves palatable when we’re just human?

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ and it’s importance (capitalism) but also sorta individual responsibility

Considering a lot of these actors are rich and then just dip that’s another problem. Mainstream isn’t what sustains marginalized art ever. It doesn’t change in the vast ways we think it does. What changes is the people of these groups pushing, fighting, forcing and then capitalism trying to make it work under capitalism. It will not. It cannot.

This is why artists and labels often don’t mix or you see people like Sonic Youth doing whatever they want and pissing off their label but making them give them money. Same with Nirvana. Vince Staples. The thing is they can fight and make good shit but what capitalism helps people….not care? They don’t respect the audience? We’re getting those returns on poor executed product placement, lighting, editing, framing, fucking acting. And you surewon’t see mixed black asians in these shows. WHY R U is the oNLY one i have seen it in and he just disappears (but that was pretty cool.) so who the fuck is this representing? And before you start: asian countries are not homogenous the way we believe them to be. There are marginalized communities outside of even mixed people that are harmed. So you can skrrt cause on that one: you’re wrong buddy. But it gives us the IDEA of a paradise which is what they NEED.With representation and visibility comes consequence and responsibility as artists. What it allows them to do is coast and not think complexly because why should they; it’s mostly the fantasies of some older woman who probably has money and much less interaction with the world. It’s bonkers. And what that allows even further is for them to say YOU ARE THE THING THAT YOU CONSUME and the THING THAT YOU CONSUME IS YOURS. It is not, it is not your identity, form a close bond but figure it the fuck out. Especially for adults who are hellbent on twisting their minds into pretzels and can’t acknowledge what’s just laziness in art and not giving a fucking shit. Truly.

There’s damage that has been done from Parasite as he was supported by CJE&M and the bullshit obsession america had and eveyrone’s poor interpretation of it if they are rich. BJH is a socialist and he is a filmmaker. He has made films that are outstanding and cost a lot of money. But now a fear for indie filmmakers is just not being able to raise that much or have that much attention. Getting funding that helps them instead of expecting the Next Big Thing that is a fad because capitalism is trash. Yes this funneling of money is absolutely harmful to us artists. Even buying in is strategic. Additionally, that film is probs one of the most radical films to have that wide release and accolade (unlike “Sorry to Bother You” which i have a lot of thoughts about. One being that asian exports are acceptable but black ones are not. This is an overall art critique and global media critique. Blackness is removed, not respected.) However, filmmaking isn’t green, it can’t be socialist, and it’s a lot of work. They used tons and tons and TONS of water to do a huge beautiful feat but we still know there is a cost. We have to figure that out because it shouldn’t be. It doesn’t go back into the crew’s pockets the way it should and the work becomes that of the director’s and actors solely. It’s fucking hard. We have to do our part but it doesn’t mean we are doing it perfectly. We just have to try to do better. So does BJH cos he needs to not be a misogynist but anyways i digress.

additionally and this is something some users fail to understand: people in the media sphere generally have fucking money. I went to film school that was international with super fucking rich kids. Taiwanese kids, kids from south asia, china, thailand. They had money. No not upper middle class money, not “rich” money, not some paltry 1m that’s chump change. Fucking money. Fucking RICH-RICH. MILLIONAIRES. BILLIONAIRES. WHICH IS DISGUSTING MIGHT I ADD. The domestic people didn’t have the money for school (in the UK) and i am in a massive amount of debt like every other black student that went there. You do not understand how much money is needed to survive so people who turn to these crew positions even casting etc need this fucking money usually. OKAY. A lot of the people that do well in these dumb shows or even on a larger scale HAVE MONEY. The reason these industries are small and struggling is because of lack of people and lack of resources to independent shit because oh gee it takes money to make things.

Why should I try? Well you don’t have to really if you have money or a name. Yet...

We can tell when like those Tik Tok shows or DCOMs dont give a shit (anymore.) You know how frustrated we get when content for young people is garbage? Well, see, BL is literally that under that system. Occasionally we will get something good now but there is virtually no need in any sector in the world at this point to truly figure out how to make it better and what to do to enhance artistic literacy, outreach, teaching people new things, getting people from these communities there and having true realistic says. Art and culture is IMPERATIVE TO WORLD LIBERATION but not when it is so stiffly trying to bend to capital’s idea of progressiveness. No. Neoliberalism. No.

That’s why in a way ITSAY is a huge feat; it takes from films etc and they clearly had money (the actors rae rich too which….lmaooooo j’aime pas) but it was a respected fucking script, acting was important, blocking, framing. There’s very little to critique as a visual medium for that because I understand what they are trying to do, their market is going to be mostly young girls, but they RESPECT THE FUCKING AUDIENCE. And guess what guys? You can make money from it!!!! WOAH! Since that may be the only goal which is disgusting and repulsive.

HOWEVER AND THIS IS WHAT IS SAD: itsay is an ex of a great show however knowing the actors backgrounds and the pseudo trouble it stirred when they weren’t supporting people protesting against the coup in the summer it really put a damper on my enjoyment. And this is how we can see that:

a) it’s honestly just a show and a good one but b) now what?

These kids (actors, who are like idk 19? 20?) are rich and not saying anything while countless actors, who were filming, did. Even tul who has $$$$ and the thing is the protesting against the coup legitimately attacks the rich. As it should. The protests going on were cries for help, against a dictatorship and fucking coup, asking people to get fucking help for covid, having kids be able to live. There’s a mini on VICE about this and it probably doesnt go too in depth but there’s a kid in there who talks about his friends getting into drugs and how he just wants to make music, have fun, skateboard. And it’s harrowing to see. This is a direct example of what these things do and don’t do. Yea we know a good show is here, we know growing up and slice of life, we know this is a bit of escapism and idealism but the idealism is reflected in the way these actors also choose to live their lives. So what progress? To who? For who? How is this helping me? What purpose does it serve? I say ITSAY serves its purpose as a piece and a glimpse into possibility of growing up but i do not say it antagonizes a broader issue that needs to be relevant in some sense but simply is not. It’s very singleminded and, well, it’s sort of like “besides my sexuality, what do i have to worry about?” But for real humans like....a lot. I do not respect their decision at all.

Why can’t we do our jobs and make something decent and respect our audience? No time, gotta make that sweet sweet sweet cash baybee. Look how progressive we are! Don’t look at history and material conditions. Thanks in advance, management.

History 4 does not have that respect. Many of these shows do not. Sometimes we hit good, sometimes we don’t. But in the end we cannot settle. And I won’t. If I am critiquing something I will not be shy and if I am meant to enjoy something as escapism then these shows NEED to highlight that and it’s rare sometimes (the best twins is a good reminder like that show is bad but man do i Brain Empty when i turn it on and i like that and there’s not much in it that makes me want to kill myself from annoyance but there are transphobic jokes i dont love however the whole show is a comedy about this dude’s crazy homophobic sister and she is constantly positioned as wrong and they talk about the aforementioned trans women as the actor was in drag. Interesting that they can manage that, huh?)

Oh btw.....taiwan has a very complicated history but ignore all the bad stuff it’s good now you can kinda sorta get married and stuff. KMT? You know how i learned that? I care about human beings and read about it lmao. I am not Taiwanese and look at that. So now I have historical and DIALECTICAL~**~*~****~*~*~ context so i can judge it as an artist, a black woman from america, and from the knowledge i have to pick up on their history to see if this fits into a broader picture besides the micro-one of sexuality on an individualized level. And this is kinda where it comes full circle: these shows are not you, you are not them, they do not exist in a vacuum because nothing does. The failure to critique now means continuing on as it has and it will still do so. History and time are not linear in the sense we think it is. Someitmes things are better, sometimes things feel more austere. We are not living under liberation though and these shows are not going to do so. So they are not US nor are they for a nebulous “us” of which the groups are all fractured and have diff opinions anyway (my opinion as a black american is going to vary from an asian woman’s say and that could really clash and i do not feel solidarity with all those in every community i am for several reasons.)

Final thots that have taken up my time and the only thing i actually wanted to write but got distracted:

Anyway my dissertation is that I ilke Muren and LiCheng a lot a lot and i like how cute they are and how truly dumb li cheng is. This is an example of mostly good writing, decent actors, nice chemistry, and sort of a calmness to them. And I super enjoy how Muren is pretty forward with LC in the sense that being together is like very important to truly be together. When he was like “no i didnt forget!” Or when LC asked him something in the office I forget it was 6 am and again i almost threw up and muren nodded and then LC leaned on him. Very cute. I want more of them tho i may have to skip that othre couple (the cameo the ones from MODC) but omfg the younger one HIS HAIR GREW SO MUCH HE LOOKS SO MATURE AND CUTE OMFGIJ0HUG9SAOGIJPKOAGJSIOHUAGIJP hahhaha the one good thing i will say about THEM.idk how old the actor is i figure he was young idk it makes me happy to see him he’s very cute. I hope he’s in something i can watch and not gag at. Is he hot? Who knows but he is a cutie!!

Anyway muren and lc have a good thing going it’s nice to watch ho\pe they dont fuck it up but im truly a sucker for some true finds 2 luvas i think some user on her\e was like i’m not a fan of friends ot lovers bc it doesn’t seem like they’re actually friends and maybe they were referring to this show idk. But it made me think and it was a very good observation. So i think they are friends and also luvrs <3

#history 4 #history 4: close to you #i told sunset about you #a thot #tharntype #lovely writer #bl fandom #idk #lol #long

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deans-haunted-baby · 5 years

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There's a reason I stopped watching Arrow and the Flash seasons ago and this recent crossover event reminded me of why.

The Arrowverse fandom is just plain toxic as f**k. And I thought Riverdale had it's issues which it does.

The blantant ugly treatment and disrespect of Oliver Queen from fans, other characters (some who don't know him at all) and the writers. Even his mental illness is a joke to these people. And I'm for the first time disappointed in Barry who I always considered one of Ollie's truest friends in the Arrowverse.

The writing on these shows just keeps getting worse and worse. I'm embarassed at this point. Glad I bailed when I did. But why am I still watching Riverdale Idk.

Ships have taken over the story and turned these shows into melodramatic shells of what they once were. Seriously (no offense to anyone following me) I am sick to death of Felicity and Iris and their hypocritical/condescending behavior especially towards their spouses. They're constantly presented as the moral high ground and better than the actual protagonists even when they don't deserve it. Why are they the center of Arrow and Flash and not Oliver and Barry?

The teams on these shows suck. I can't stand any of these characters anymore. Worst group of friends these heroes ever had. I get that Riverdale isn't exactly perfect in this area either but at least the characters on that show are still likable and the friendships are more solid. Who needs enemies when you got Team Arrow and Team Flash.

The annual Oliver Queen bashing/villainizing. Oh do I not miss the days of going through his tag to find people sh*tting on this character. And the Arrow writers do it enough, why do the Flash writers feel the need to add their wank every time? How many "lesson of the day" episodes does he need to be beaten over the head with while the other Arrow characters get away with their sh*tty (no consequences earned) decisions and mistakes?

The butchering of Lois Lane. This character finally gets introduced into this universe (along with Superman) and I was excited for Bitsie's portrayal because I loved her on Grimm (before that series went to sh*) but what does she do two seconds after meeting Oliver and Barry? Not only is she gleeful to see them fighting but she actually encourages Barry to assault Oliver (his friend and ally who he's known for years) for sh*ts and giggles. Oh and her reasoning for this (after seeing the guy for about a decimal) is she thinks "he's a jerk" 😡 What is she in 3rd grade? I'm so done with this BS. Sorry Flarrow fans but this version of Clois has got nothing on SMALLVILLE.

The overcrowded Arrowverse. Too many heroes and side characters are being introduced that it's turned into a monster tidal wave of incohesion. The veteran heroes are being buried in this universe (mostly Oliver) to make way for newbies and it's annoying. I feel like all the heart and soul in Arrow has disappeared. And btw that show's darkness was part of its appeal to fans like me.

The action is sloppy. One thing that made Arrow so memorable was the action and Stephen Amell's ability to do incredible stunts. I lived for that but now it's like the fight choreography has taken a massive nosedive. I remember the fights and stunts done in the very first Flarrow crossover and this recent one is abysmal in comparison. I will credit Grant Gustin though he did kick a lot of a**. He looked great in the GA costume too and his fight scenes were some of the most exciting moments. I only wish his physical abilities were utilized more on his show.

Plot holes and continuity errors. This has been my biggest pet peeve for years. You've seen my Riverdale rants on this blog you know what I'm talking about.

Barry Allen. I loved this character so much but ever since the Flashpoint failure that was S3 the writers continue to regress him. I do not like that he refuses to learn from his mistakes. I feel like when he got Oliver's abilities (which would've been a golden opportunity for character development) he treated it like a game instead of understanding/appreciating where thoes skills came from because he knew what Oliver had been through. And it made no sense for him to be so giddy about losing his powers either. Not to mention that immature desire to "get revenge" for the arrow in the back incident (which was obvious bad Flash fanservice). I just thought that after all these years he would've grown up. Oliver and Barry's relationship was my favorite thing about these crossovers, it's the core. They have a very special bond and been through so much together. While they don't always agree they have each other's backs and respect one another. In this crossover I felt the writers fundamentally shat on that and that pisses me off.

In conclusion of this sudden (and final) SuperFlarrow rant I will say that despite its massive flaws this crossover was better than last years. I never want to see that thing again. I liked the concept of Barry and Oliver swapping lives (they both were fantastic in that aspect) and the chemistry between Stephen and Grant hasn't wavered. I liked seeing the Kent Farm (easter egg: it was the same one used on Smallvile 😁), Gotham, Superman (good and bad), the SMALLVILLE theme, Supergirl, Batwoman and the Batman references. There was some funny scenes where shade wasn't being thrown at Oliver. I don't know if I'll watch next years but considering it may be Oliver/Stephen's exit from the Arrowverse (and I'm not thrilled about it) I'll have to check it out.

However watching this crossover confirmed to me that these shows aren't aging well and I'm not sorry I left. I just feel sad over how things have turned out.

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cornfields-and-bad-dreams · 5 years

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21 Questions 21 tags

Tagged by @thesherlockdavenger

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to know better.

•Nickname: Em or Emmy.

• Zodiac: Leo, I'm a sweet summer child.

• Height: 5'5 I guess.

• Last Movie: In theaters, Spiderverse. Other than that idk.

• Last Thing I Googled: Neko Atsume

Favorite Musician: You better believe I'm a sucker for Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco.

• Song Stuck In My Head: Fernando by Abba.

• Other Blogs: My first and only other blog is @justcallmedingo98 and I really don't use it anymore.

• Do I Get Asks: Not really.

• Blogs Following: 135, I'm just realizing how little people I follow.

•Amount of sleep: Roughly 8 I suppose. Idk, my sleeping schedule is abysmal.

- Lucky Number: none.

• What I’m Wearing: Blue Tijuana shirt and some fleece pajama bottoms with a pattern I'm not quite sure how to describe.

• Dream Job: Anything where I'm famous. Behind that Cryptozoologist. Neither will happen.

• Dream Trip: Trust me my dream trip is just to get out of the united states once in my life.

• Favorite Food: Spaghetti, steak, and parmesan breaded pork chops.

• Play Any Instruments: I used to play Violin, I kinda want to learn it again.

• Languages: Only English.

• Favorite Songs: Suger We're Going Down by FOB, One Of The Drunks by PATD, Hey Look Ma I Made It by PATD, Hurt by Johnny Cash, We'll Meet Again by Johnny Cash, You Are My Sunshine by Johnny Cash, Highwayman by The Highwaymen, and lets just say the entire Pray For The Wicked album by PATD.

• Random Fact: The farthest I've ever been from home was when I went on a 2-week long school trip to the western states, a trip I hated since the first day, and by the end of the trip had made enemies with my 4 tent mates.

• Describe Yourself As Aesthetic Things: Empty liquor bottles, burnt candles, night sky, plaid shirts, Denny's at 3 in the morning.

Tags: @br33zyb34n @artlesscomedic (I can’t think of anyone else, sorry)

#ask #questions #look into my life

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brownjet-archive · 6 years

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Umbrella Luck (Soulmate Nine-Nine)

Pairing: Steve x reader

Summary: In a world where soulmates are found by tree tattoos that change with the seasons, but bloom pink in spring instead of normal if you met your soulmate, you haven’t been so lucky. In fact your luck has been abysmal. That all changes, for better or for worse, when you meet Detective Steve Rogers.

Word Count: 1,300+

A/N: Ahhhh, I can’t believe I’m being productive again!!! Trying to keep this as gender neutral as possible, but for this chapter I didn’t do very well!! I’m sorry!!

Warnings: Swearing,,,,,,being down on luck?? Idk

Masterlist

Lady Luck was definitely not on your side. You had no idea what you could have possibly done to get on her bad side, but you somehow had, and it was really pissing you off.

Your bad luck streak had started back in the spring when your significant other of the time, who you were deeply in love with’s, tree blossomed pink. Without you. The heartbreak was unbearable.

You had a ton of expenses, still having college debt, and it didn’t help that the promotion that was supposed to be yours got nagged by that stupid bitch at work. Then, the accounting job that you had had since sophomore year of college, was stolen from you because the corporation had gone bankrupt.

So, expenses were tight and all you had now was a crappy waitressing job at a diner that hadn’t seemed to have changed since the 50’s, where old men would come in and try to hit on you because of the stupid uniform. But it was all you could do to make sure you never received another letter from the landlord, the red ink of the eviction warning.

And then your apartment had burned down.

How was it possible for one person to be so unlucky?

And now you found yourself here, nearing the end of September, on the way to your best friend’s apartment (where you were staying) from a job interview which had almost certainly gone terribly wrong, two bags of groceries swaying dangerously in the wind, the rain pouring down, seeping into your clothes, chilling you to the bone.

You chattered your teeth slightly, your shoulders instinctively hunching forward to try to preserve your non-exhistant body heat. You checked back at your watch, seeing that you would have to wait at least 10 minutes for the next bus, and you would rather walk the 40 minutes home than wait 10 minutes without moving for a 12 minute bus ride and another 10 minute walk.

You crossed the street, ignoring the honks you earned, and made your way towards Central Park, nor far from the Trader Joe’s you had stopped at, figuring that if you walked underneath the trees you were less prone to be more soaked than you could possibly be. Also, cutting through the park was a bit of a nice short-cut.

For the first time in awhile, you were glad that you had worn the turtle-neck knit sweater your grandmother had given you, pulling the neck up slightly, while scrunching your neck, shivering slightly before treading on, your feet already soaked. Surprisingly not many people were in the park, it seeming that people had opted to stay in on this dreary, Autumn Saturday, making you the idiot.

The rain began picking up, cursing slightly, trying to run, though ultimately failing in your heeled boots. Why had you decided to wear the fucking things?

Oh, that’s right. Next time you saw Kitty you would kill her.

You felt as if you had gained a little bit of luck as you saw a rather large tree about 10 feet in front of you, wasting no time to immediately run under it, feeling slightly relieved that you had managed to get under it before all hell started breaking loose. The tree didn’t do much to shield you from the rain, but it was better to stand under it for the next five minutes waiting for the rain to stop a little bit before continuing. You shivered in silence, staring slightly up, bringing your hands up to your mouth to breath into them to try to warm them up, the two bags of frozen entrees seeming to drag you down into the earth.

You looked out from your somewhat secluded shelter, the rain around you not seeming to stop, if anything, coming down even more merciless. The rain seemed to patter onto the concrete and you stood still noticing for a few moments before you realized that you no longer felt rain drops on your head, and heard the sound of rain falling onto an umbrella.

Hesitantly you looked up, and saw a rather large black umbrella held above your head, by a tall, muscular blond man with piercing blue eyes. Rather than scream as you had been meaning to, you turned to face the man, ready to tell him that he really didn’t need to hold his umbrella above you, although as you got a closer look at him, you felt your mouth go dry, feeling as if you were staring at a god.

He had a chiseled jawline, and a defined chest, his muscles bulging against his hoodie, letting you know that there was a lot of muscle. His face was clean shaven, and his blond hair was cropped short, looking as if it spiked slightly. His lips were pressed together. He seemed pretty uninterested, until you saw them, seeming to hold such depth, captivating you, being able to see pain and joy and wisdom in the blue of his eyes.

He was looking at you with concern, his head cocked slightly to the left. “Miss?” He asked, seeming to whirl you out of your trance, his voice as warm as melted chocolate, filling you with the sensation of being safe.

“Thank you, I mean I’m fine, I mean that you didn’t have to stop, I mean that it was really appreciated, but uh, you really shouldn’t have. I mean, I wasn’t out here that long and I really wasn’t that wet, and I’m fine.” You rambled on a bit, slightly unsure of how to speak to this incredibly attractive man that had just practically saved your life.

He cracked a grin at you, revealing perfectly white teeth. “It’s really no problem, Miss?”

“(Y/N).” You told him. “Thank you, uh…”

“Steve.” He finished for you.

You smiled up at him, happy to learn that he didn’t have a perfect name, but rather a dopey one, making him seem puppy cute as opposed to the Adonis he was at first glance. “Thank you, Steve.”

“Here, would you mind holding this?” He asked, handing you the umbrella handle, and you took it from him, holding it above the both of you, surprised as to why he was taking off his hoodie, revealing a very tight white t-shirt underneath, his body more muscular than you had initially thought. He took the umbrella back from you before handing his sweater to you.

“No!” You denied, shaking your head vehemently. “You’ll get cold, and besides, I’m really not that cold.” You said, despite your teeth chattering and how you shivered whenever the wind would blow, feeling as if a thousand tiny needles were stabbing your bones.

He rolled his eyes at you. “You’re going to get sick. Don’t be stubborn and take the goddamn sweater.”

“I am not being stubborn! You have been nice enough and I’m not going to take your sweater because then you’ll get sick.” You told him, your voice unwavering.

He just rolled his eyes at you, before putting his sweater on you and picking you up in his arms, your groceries hanging from his arms, all before you could even process what was happening, as he handed you his umbrella, asking you where you were going, making it very clear that he was going to carry you the entire way.

You mumbled the address to him, feeling your face heat up at the situation you were caught in, hiding your face in his shoulder, ignoring the chuckles reverberating in his chest.

As he walked with you, you felt yourself nod off slightly, the warmth emitting from him being amazing. Unconsciously you snuggled into him, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence for the rest of the walk.

Maybe Lady Luck was looking out for you. Or at least, not totally against you.

Tags: (Still open!!)

@axidental-pol @irepeldirt @katykyll @megs4real @meowmeow230 @musedhufflepuff @siriusleeblack

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve x reader #steve rogers #mcu #soulmate au #mira writes

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zeloinator · 6 years

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I was tagged for a music thingy by the beautiful amazing wonderful @ayzis 💖💖💖💖 thank you so much for the tag!!!!

rules: put your music library on shuffle, list the first 10 songs and tag 20 people

1. Nom Nom Nom by Wa$$up

2. Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy (this song is still a bop idc what others say)

3. Rose by Lee Hi

4. Too Very So Much by MyName

5. The Divine Zero by Pierce the Veil (I’d say ‘ahh my emo days’ but I’m not exactly over them lol)

6. We Were in Love by T-ara

7. Let Her Go by Passanger

8. Do it now Remember it Later by Sleeping With Sirens (one of the few songs I still like by them lol)

9. Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds (fuck yes I love my queen)

10. Trauma by Seventeen (I fucking love this song so much)

Idk if I can remember 20 of my mutuals so I’ll tag all my mutuals and those I can remember urls too @hello-its-bre @nerdyzelo @jaeingmyhyo @99minseok @zach-o-tron @hopeless-nightowl (I wanna know more T music) @the-snap-wexxley @itsjibby and I know I’ve forgotten a lot but my memory with URLs is abysmal I’m sorry ;-;

#stephs gay adventures #tag meme

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Randy Orton - Should’ve Listened

Randy Orton - Prompt #33 and #69: “Bite me.” “If you insist” and “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.

Requested for - Anon

Warnings - Swearing, Implied smut (idk)

Word Count - 996 words.

Another successful Smackdown live pay-per-view in the bag! A huge win for you and your bestfriend Nikki Bella in a tag match against Natalya and Carmella was the icing on the cake and now it was time for the celebrations to begin.

A local bar had been hired out and everyone’s drinks pre-paid for by the big boss himself and it was safe to say that everyone; even the most sensible of superstars were totally wasted and you (normally one of the sensible ‘mothers’) found yourself talking to one of the guys you hated most out of the whole roster; Randy Orton.

In fact, you weren’t just talking to him - you were blatantly flirting with him and the sober part of you was still trying to listen to the angel on your shoulder (and you really knew you should be)- the side of your conscience that was still aware of who you were becoming involved with, the side that was screaming at you to go and find Nikki and John or even Naomi. But in your alcohol induced haze he was captivating you and your devil was winning. Everything about this man you usually despised was so intriguing and he was captivating your thoughts and damn he was putting your mind in the gutter - but did you really care right now?

Muscles straining against a tight white button up, those muscular thighs framed perfectly in a pair of tight fitting jeans, you could feel yourself gawking at him as he aimlessly rambled on about something you frankly didn’t care about. But you could see the staring being reciprocated clear as day as his blue eyes gazed upon your cleavage perfectly framed in a fitting maroon dress (that Nikki and basically forced you to wear)

A giggle bubbled from your lips as you caught him staring, you went to move off of your bar stool but almost toppled over partly as a result of the alcohol and partly due to your stupid heels (that surprise, surprise Nikki made you wear) . Randy caught your arm and with a smirk ‘accidentally’ brushed pulled your smaller frame against his in order to support you - although even he stumbled in his worse for wear state.

“I think I should get you home” he mumbled into your ear spinning you around looping your arm through his. You nodded dizzily and giggled as you two stumbled to the bar exit - some part of you still looking around to make sure no one saw you and him leaving and to be honest, at this point you didn’t care that he was the most arrogant and self-conceited man on the whole roster. You were getting laid - and after months of no action it was a completely feasible idea to your drunken mind.

Soft moans escaped your lips as he threw you onto the somewhat uncomfortable mattress in your seedy hotel room, but the idea of no luxury was quickly dispersing from your brain and being replaced with pure bliss as Randy worked magic all over your body. Every nerve tingling at his very touch, you could tell he was teasing you, with painstakingly slow and light movements. He chuckled at your absentminded whines and whimpers before you really caught his attention.

“Bite me” you growled at him placing a harsh kiss on his lips, you received an even more animalistic growl back from Randy before he gave you a wink.

“If you insist” he murmured before attacking your neck - and if you were honest the rest of the night was just one pleasurable blur; one that almost certainly kept everyone awake.

You grabbed your phone of the bedside table, you head spinning and that unpleasant sick and hungover feeling washed over your body - along with some sort of muscle ache. You groaned aloud looking at the time 8:45 - far too early. You dropped your phone back down and rolled over only to be met with the warm presence of a body and a large tattooed arm slung over your waist and that’s when everything from last night came rushing back. As you continued to mull over what had happened the ultimate worst finally set in, you slapped your hand against your face in disgust and horror realising that you, last night did the deed with the most unbearable man on the the entire fucking roster.

“Fuck sake!” you pretty much screamed waking the ever vain viper, he smirked as he turned his head to face you.

“Morning Gorgeous” he chuckled grabbing your hips a smug smirk etched onto his stupid face. You grimaced and forcefully shoved his hands off of your hips, standing up from the bed and dragging the sheet with you.

“Get out of my room, now” you huffed calmly launching his boxers at his chest, he once again snickered that always present cockiness radiating from him.

“C’mon you don’t want me to leave Y/N, you want this again” he motioned to his tanned also naked body. You flared your nostrils in anger taking in a deep breath trying to keep calm.

“I mean it Ran-” he interrupted you with some crude remark that you wouldn't waste your time paying attention to and that’s when you finally snapped. You stroppily gathered the rest of his clothes from last night and threw them in his direction. “I’m fucking serious Randy, you have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you” you screamed manically from across the bed. He looked at you in shock as he slowly slid on his clothes and walked towards the door. He gave you one last look over his shoulder,

“You know you loved it Y/N” he sneered before slamming the door. You collapsed on your bed, head in your hands. What the fuck did i do you thought to yourself shaking your head in abysmal shame as you thought about all of last nights events.

A/N: Hey guys another imagine finally here, Nikkii and I are so sorry we had exams last week so we didn’t even have time to breathe that’s why we were a bit inactive however, they’re over now which means hopefully we can get a few more imagines out for you guys! Also regarding Nikkii’s social media imagines the should be out tomorrow as she as had some troubles with her internet today. Anway, hope you guys enjoy this (slightly smuttier than usual) imagine ~ Moxxii

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