#And has always viewed him as a good thing in his life ever since Law saved him in Marineford

[jeiyuuen]

Honestly, how am I supposed to live normally with the knowledge that Luffy's flower is sunflower while Law's is Queen of the Night?

[bakugoushotwife]

Daddy's Home

a/n: yes this is a repost!! it got com labelled straight at posting last time and didn't even crack a hundred notes! btw there is a continuation coming by request so get excited for baby daddy satoru :0

cw: breeding, unprotetected p in v, daddy kink, sorta rough maybe idk

wc: 2.1k

“You really should know better angel.” He growls, his large hands gripping the backs of your thighs so hard they were starting to burn. You could only choke out a moan in response, your eyes stinging with tears as he fucked into you relentlessly. Your hips hurt from the wide-spread angle your eager husband loves to take you in, keeping your legs by your ears and fingers clawing at his biceps. The pleasure was so intense it colored your vision, circular orbs of bright greens and purples floated across your sight, and you knew you were losing composure. Your screams ramped up deliciously, making the strongest man in the world let his head fall back with closed eyes to memorize the sounds.

He couldn’t help it, really, and it was all your fault. He came home earlier than usual, meaning his sister-in-law’s toddler was still at the Gojo residence. He was two, and just a precious kid. He was usually well behaved and was a massive fan of his Ti-Ti and Uncle Sato. But when he entered his home to see you passed out on the couch, the little boy curled up on top of you, his heart skipped a beat. The boy shared a lot of your features since your sister was the mother, but it took him aback to see you look so peaceful. You had your arms wrapped tightly around him, even in sleep. Your breathing was light, mouth parted slightly. The little boy had his thumb in his mouth  and head buried in your chest. There were soft nursery tunes in the background, and he could smell dinner simmering on the stove. Everything was right in the world, it seemed. The boy must feel someone staring, for he picks his head up and sleepily looks at his uncle. The boy smiles softly at him before turning over on you and going right back to sleep. Gojo smiled at the sight, heart warming in his chest. He snapped a picture for you, but he couldn’t stop staring at himself. 

It stirred something inside him, something that yearned to see you cradle a child he gave you, one that looked just like you. He never pictured being a father. Not even when he took in Tsumiki and Megumi, he felt more like a cool older brother rather than their dad since he was still a teenager himself. But he also never imagined being a committed boyfriend turned completely whipped married man, but here he is. He couldn’t ever possibly imagine the joy and love he feels with the life you’ve built so far. He wouldn’t even know how to tell his past self about it, if he had to. It made him wonder if children were the same. He could only imagine a tiny little mixture of himself and the person he loves most, and he knows they can’t lose that genetic lottery. How could that not be the best thing in the world? Spoiling you for an extended period of time? He does that anyway. The thought of you growing his kid, watching you swell month by month, god it was so perfect to him.

So don’t blame him for this, you had to go and make him think about a family. So it’s only natural that he’s keeping you locked in this position, all his weight leveraging his slender hips into your body. He always abused this power, smirking at you as you twitched and jerked beneath him, getting more and more sensitive with each orgasm he brought you. You looked so good like this anyway, his sweet pillow princess just laying there taking him oh so well. Your hair somehow always fell so perfectly around your head like a halo, lips swollen and bruised from his assault on them and your face pulled together in a picturesque pout. Your gorgeous tits bounced rhythmically along with his feral thrusts, sweet hands pawing at him to ground yourself. Not to mention the view he has of your glistening cunt and cute ass, his balls slapping up against your warm flesh violently. He loved everything about it, watching your ever tight pussy swallow his long curved cock, coating him in your arousal and arrivals so beautifully it made him moan. His noises were always so breathy and dreamy, you felt blessed every time he made one. 

He was impossibly pretty, his hair messy from the paths of your fingers, the tendrils that hung in his face were starting to stick. His eyes always shined brighter, filled with focus and admiration for his wife. His mouth was also slightly open, soft pants leaving his similarly-swollen pink lips. You feel your core tighten again, pulling like a rubber band while your eyes rake over your husband’s body; pale skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat and several fleshy pink scars. His physique was ever perfect, tone chest and tight muscles through his abdomen, you loved trailing your fingers down them. You felt hyper-aware of everything, the sheets tickling your back and the noise from the fan overhead. The moon lit up the scene, giving Satoru an ethereal glow. 

“So pretty Sato..” You mumble mindlessly, smiling to yourself at your magnificent luck in attaining the world’s most beautiful man. 

“Thanks, pretty mama.” He says, managing to pull his lips together in a smirk. He was close, feeling your choking walls spasming around him made goosebumps spring up on his skin. 

You moan softly at the pet name and squeeze down on his muscular arms and his throbbing erection. He grins at your reaction, leaning over your upper half to whisper in your ear. The feeling of his breath fanning over your neck makes you squirm, making him chuckle airily. 

“You like being’ called mama? I’m tryin’ to make you one.” He grunts, kissing the shell of your ear. You can feel him twitching inside you, the slight squelch of your fluids was the only sound other than your soft moans punctuating every roll of his hips and the lewd words he whispered in your ear. 

“Oh yeah?” You muster the willpower to say, getting absolutely punished by his force. “My hubby wants to be a daddy?” You coo, holding the back of his neck. 

He shudders, and you can tell he definitely likes that. You giggle and watch his cheeks flush as that sends him over the edge, pumping his hot seed into you and moaning quietly through his high. He leaves himself there even once he’s come down, intent to keep any of his cum from leaking out. He does let your legs rest around his hips, knowing you must be incredibly sore. 

“You would want that, right?”

You look down at his member keeping you plugged up. “Looks like it’s too late for protests.” You joke, giving him a soft smile after. “Of course I want a family, I just never knew when you’d be ready. I’d love to see you be a father. No doubt you’d be great at it.” 

He smiles in that arrogant way of his. “Just like everything else huh?”

“I would say my favorite quality of yours is your humility.” You groan, rolling your eyes at your lover. 

Things would just spiral from there, his craving to breed you not fulfilled until you present him with the evidence. He would bring you vitamins and you would make sure to track your cycle and dress in a more accessible way at home. If possible, his need to fuck you has skyrocketed, forcing you to be impaled on his cock at any given spare moment of the day. You’re not surprised when your dress is slid above your hips shortly after hearing the front door open and clothes. 

“Hey there pretty mama.” His voice rumbles in your head, his warm bulge pressed against your bare ass. 

“Hey there baby daddy.” You giggle, bending over the counter a little more, wiggling your backside in his grip. His hands press into your hips for a moment, and then you hear the sound of his belt. You grin, spreading your legs wider. 

His expression is similar as he slides his arm around your hips so he could reach the front of your pretty pussy. As eager as he was to plant his kids in your womb he always took the time to get you ready for him. Your body instantly starts to tremble when he begins to rub methodic circles around your bundle, sending jolts of electricity through you. He chuckles at you, making sure his other hand was holding your hips upright. 

“That’s my girl, I know you love this shit angel.” He coos, sliding his hand down to slip a digit inside your waiting entrance. You moan lowly, clenching around the one finger. You’re a whimpering mess shortly after that, his second finger added to the mix doing enough to you fuck yourself back onto them. He always curled them perfectly, tickling your pleasure spot so perfectly you were coming around his fingers in record time. 

You turn your head to watch him pull his fingers out of your cunt, slipping them into his mouth happily. You moan at the sight, wishing nothing more than to have the evidence of his love growing in you. He cleans his digits, pulling off his underwear in a swift motion. His hard member slaps his white happy trail, and you’re wiggling in anticipation at the sight of his pretty length. His tip was leaking and pink, what you guessed must be at least an hour’s worth of need pent up causing that color. Even his veins were pretty, slender and purple perfectly decorating his long shaft. 

“Ooh, mama’s feeling impatient today?” He asks, quickly tugging his blindfold down to rest between his collarbones. He hums, eyeing your weeping cunt happily. “All this after just my fingers? You wanna be bred more than anything, isn’t that right?” 

He spits on his cockhead, stroking the lube around himself. You nod, his words and touch doing unspeakable things to you. It was true, you wanted him to knock you up just as badly as he wanted to do it to you. 

“Yes, I wanna make you a daddy so bad.” You whine, gripping the sides of the counter when you feel his tip spreading your lips. You gasp sharply when he shoves his way in, bottoming out with no resistance. 

He hisses at the tightness, always mystified by your pussy. “You’re gonna, I know you are. Not gonna give you the choice, princess.” He groans, grabbing hold of your hips and using the grip to slide you along his cock. It’s filthy, the sound of skin on skin and your helpless wailing. 

It only takes him a few minutes to have you sputtering brainlessly, grip loosening on the counter, your ability to support yourself long gone. You’re seeing stars and calling out for him in a mumbled pant, letting him know you were adequately satisfied based on your body language. 

“My pretty girl. She’s being so good for me, taking all this cum all the time. Makes me s’happy…can’t wait for my pretty girl to get pregnant..” He voices, only making your walls squeeze down on him sporadically. “I’m gonna give you my kids, mama, you be good and keep it.” He grunts, your ass rippling with his thrusts. He only needed a few more thrusts before his sperm was fertilizing your womb, making you feel impossibly good. 

Your soft pants are music to his ears. He grins as he slides out of you, easily sweeping you off your feet and into his arms bridal style. “Now go lay down and hold onto this round.” He winks, just intent on spoiling you even though you’ve explained that that doesn’t necessarily matter. He refutes you every time, simply refusing to accept that there was nothing extra he could do to help you conceive. 

Luckily you didn’t need any more help. Not two months later are you bringing him a handful of different at home pregnancy tests that prove that all the hard work has paid off. And naturally, you're swept into his arms like a baby yourself, getting peppered with kisses and sweet whispers of his excitement and his oaths to take good care of you, as his latest fantasy has come true. 

He stays true to his word, you don’t want for anything and he keeps you as happy as can be, though his insatiable craving for your body doesn’t lessen now that his mission was successful. Now that he gets to watch you swell with his child, your body changing to become even more heavenly if possible, he can only think of keeping you this way.

[witchthewriter]

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: knife flirting, a bit nsfw but not much

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were enemies, you were supposed to be enemies.

・But fate (always) has other plans.

・Your first interaction wasn't the normal law vs outlaw situation

・It was like James couldn't breathe; your eyes, there was something so ... invigorating about them. They drew him in. Words became difficult.

・But when you pulled a weapon, he snapped back into his normal self.

・With his sword pressed against your neck, your smirked and in a flash, twirled and slipped out a hidden dagger. With the sharp knife pressed against his throat, you both subconciously agreed never to hurt one another. Even if you were sworn enemies.

"What's your name?" James said sternly. The height difference made it harder to keep your dagger pressed to his skin.

"Oh, wig, wouldn't you like to know?" And then you lightly bit his ear and disappeared.

・A shiver went down his spine.

・And he hoped no one saw the interaction, because now he was smiling.

・When you were apart, time felt like it was going by too quickly. James was yearning for you, his heart thudding whenever he thought about you.

・After running into each other three separate times, being away from you was too much to bear.

・When you were together, time stopped.

・Eyes looking into eyes. Hands caressing the smallest part of bare skin. Both of you were breathless.

・But you had to keep this from your crew. From the rest of the pirate community.

・If they knew you were together with someone from the law, no one would trust you.

・Your nickname for him is 'wig,' since he always wears that awful powdered white wig. You've told him how terrible it is, but he sees it as another badge for his status.

・Being together means you become more open-minded. You see things from each other's point of views.

・You love the way he becomes so flustered when you whisper in his ear. He always thanks the good god in heaven that he's wearing sleeves because goosebumps erupt as well.

・When he whispered, "I love you," for the first time, you couldn't breathe. This wasn't supposed to go so far. But it did. It has.

・You sat up as thoughts flooded your head.

・Could you ever get married? Would either of you even want to quit your life for the other?

・You looked back at James, who was sprawled in the sheets. His ugly wig discarded, no uniform to be found.

・All you wanted to do was stay in his arms. But your crew could only stay drunk for so long. And you had to get back to them.

・One thing you did know, was that his love would last.

・But your life wasn't ready to change just yet; so you both got dressed, kissed each other goodbye and ... walked away.

・As he had slipped a piece of parchment in your clothes. It read, "forever."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Literal Angel (James) x Smooth Devil (You)

Soft for exactly one person (You) x Is that one person (James)

"Do you love me or do you love chaos?" (You) x "Yes" (James)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

The true Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈(s)

Wands Into The Earth by James Newton Howard

First Kiss by Howard Shore

You Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo

[rae-and-mezo]

Life After Hogwarts: Ominis Gaunt

Summary: Headcanons for Yours and Ominis's life after Hogwarts!

Warnings:

A/N: I AM DOWN BAD FOR HIM MAN! I am thinking about making this a series with other characters. Let me know who you would like to see next!

First of all, I feel like you guys have been together since the end of seventh year ish? You really fell for each other the summer after sixth year when you both spent it with Sebastian and Anne. Either at your place or Feldcroft.

And he knew you were the one for him.

He flat out asks you one day in seventh year if you would ever like to be married (way in the future though,) and respects your answer either way. Of course, he would love to be called your husband, but he doesn't need a ring to know you love him.

He gets his training to become a ministry worker, taking up a desk job in magical Law Enforcement. It pays fairly well actually, and he enjoys it even if it comes with more paperwork than his liking.

Whatever your job is, he very much is supportive. He dislikes the traveling part if you chose a job that requires it and worries himself sick if you chose something like an Auror or Cursebreaker. But he would never hold you back from what you would like to do.

It doesn't take him long at all to break off from his family after graduation.

All it took was one meeting where he grudgingly took you to meet his parents for dinner.

It doesn't matter if your blood status or views, chances are his family will hate you. And if that's the case, it's the driving factor between Ominis and the rest of the Gaunts. After all, he will stand by you to the very end.

He actually asks you about marriage again, just to see if you are sure about your answer.

If it's no, that's okay! Just expect him to ask again a few years down the road.

If it's a yes, he plans his proposal right away! The man is Ecstatic to marry you.

He is a romantic soul, sure, but he isn't one for giant acts of love. So it's a quiet, sweet proposal in the back garden of your families home. After all, he asked your father for permission only moments before.

It's the same thing with the wedding actually. You both wear wedding attire, but not overly expensive or extravagant clothes. After all, he just broke off from his family and is trying to get his feet underneath him. The wedding is in Feldcroft, and Anne is one of his groomsmen. Sebastian is his Man of Honor of course, and he only invites his cousins that is more like family than his own parents. You only invite your closest family as well.

Instead of a honeymoon, you guys work on a run down cottage not too far from Hogwarts. This also counts for if you aren't married.

If you aren't married, he doesn't care for social rules. He doesn't mind the judgement from living with you out of wedlock! Not at all.

Sebastian is over at your cottage like all the time. He never overstays his welcome, but he might as well live there!

Ominis has always had such a cold and uninviting home, so he tries his best to make your house inviting! He does a good job too. Guests love visiting you two.

Now, you would think I would dive into the children part of this story. Not now.

No, instead, Ominis wants to experience things he never has before. He asks you to take him to muggle pubs, muggle concerts, etc. Even if he can't see, he adores experiencing a world so different from his own. Anything you wanna do, he does as well.

The two of you take a trip to Australia. With how much he loves magical creatures, he wants to see some muggle animals as well. And he thinks Australian accents are funny.

He wants a cat SO BADLY. Of course he would never ask if you don't like cats or are allergic. But if not? Oh boy, you're in for it.

That cat would be his best friend. You are not getting cuddles if the cat is there first, and he talks to it like it's a child.

Honestly the cat prefers you but loves the two of you so much!!

It's basically your first kid.

A circus comes to the small town closest to your cottage and you guys go see it just because you can. Why not? Ominis likes peanuts and finds the music and cheering amusing. Also enjoys a play by play by you!

There was a vendor selling exotic pets...and well one of them was a snake.

Normally Ominis wouldn't bat an eye but the snake started begging him for help because the vendor was abusing his animals.

How are you supposed to say no when your partner is almost in tears over a little snake?

So yeah, you get a new pet.

NOW I TALK ABOUT THE CHILDREN PART OF THIS STORY

I feel like Ominis is indifferent.

He really likes kids actually and would like to have some of his own. But it's not a deep desire. The two of you had talked about it before moving in together and so he already knows your preference.

If you wouldn't like to have children, he is A-OK with that! Just...don't let him turn into a crazy cat man. Because he will. He just can't say no to their fluffy little faces.

If you would like children, he is so happy! Of course, he would love you either way, but he just cannot wait to be a father once he gets the idea in his head.

Though, because of his genes, I am not sure he would want biological children. After all, he isn't proud of being a Slytherin descendant or the fact that his parents were cousins.

If you would like biological children, he could make an exception after some convincing.

If not, he is so excited to adopt! I feel like he would rather adopt an older kid rather than a baby but you know. Your opinion weighs heavily on his too.

Either way, he cries when he finds out you're expecting/adoption went through.

That night he cries himself to sleep on your shoulder and wakes up still crying and smiling so hard it hurts.

He lowkey wants to shove it in his parents' face that he's going to be a father with the most amazing person he has ever met and they won't get to witness any of it!

Of course he apparates to Sebastian's and cries again, to him, for what feels like hours.

He breaks once he meets his child. You've never seen him cry hard before, only silent tears and little sobs. But he's crying like a baby because he just is so happy and can't believe he is at this point with somebody he loves.

If you don't want children, he asks if you can raise Nifflers in the back garden, or maybe get a Unicorn? He would build the stable with Sebastians help. Boy loves his animals SO MUCH

Mornings with him where he makes breakfast and you set the table, both of you listening to his favorite record on the Gramaphone.

Ominis can be rather playful, so expect him to tickly your hips while passing through, or to jump out and scare you when you least expect it.

And after YEARS of living in the same house, he smacks his head on the doorframe of your kitchen. Because, like, he's tall and the cottage is not.

Yes, the bed is perfectly comfortable, but like naps on the floor or in the garden hit different.

You start a little flower garden in the back yard, and he really loves to sit in it. The smells are just so nice! But he would rather gouge out his eyes than ruin your garden so he never stays out there for long. No matter how many times you tell him he won't step on anything.

[disgruntledexplainer]

The Squadron Supreme, or How Man of Action Studios showed how stupid power scaling contests really are

Man of Action Studios, for all their flaws, have a remarkable understanding of the superhero genre and what makes heroes compelling. I could go on and on about their original shows like Ben 10 and Generator Rex, on how they always make sure that their heroes prioritize the safety of civilians over their mission or their own safety, how they use the posture, movements, and behavior of the heroes as a way to show how the hero views himself and his job, and other such things. Indeed, I already have done both of those in brief. But I think one of the best examples of their grasp on the genre actually comes from the Avengers Assemble cartoon, which they worked on during seasons 1 and 2 (the absence in season 3 onwards is actually kind of noticeable in the sudden drop in quality).

In season 2, Avengers Assemble does something that by all accounts shouldn't work, something that under normal circumstances I would ABSOLUTELY HATE. they had an Avengers versus Justice League plot arc for a third of the season. Personally, I hate power-scaling. "Oh this guy can beat that guy! Let's smash our action figures together and see which one breaks!" But despite this, they managed to make it work. How?

Obviously the show couldn't bring in the real justice league for legal reasons, so instead they made obvious parallels. Hyperion, a twisted version of Superman, had already been introduced in season 1. Nighthawk was their version of Batman, Zarda was their version of Wonder Woman, Speed Demon was their version of The Flash (clearly taking inspiration from the Barry Alan iteration), and Nuke was their version of Captain Atom. Interestingly, Professor Prism seems to be a hybrid of Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter in origin and powers respectively.

HOWEVER

these characters are VERY MUCH NOT their actual justice league counterparts. Nor are they "mirror images" of them with opposite traits. But they are those characters with all of their heroic traits carefully, surgically removed.

The Squadron Supreme, as they call themselves, are the justice league without justice, heroes without heroics. They disdain the rule of law, instead favoring the rule of terror, taking justice into their own hands, beating the living daylights out of people who cross them. Hyperion, unlike superman, has no restraint. Speed Demon revels in tormenting his opponents. Nuke uses his powers at will despite knowing the danger they pose to everyone around him. Zarda kulls the weak to demonstrate her power. Professor Prism cowers behind the others, and bends to their will with little resistance despite ultimately being a good person. And nighthawk.

Nighthawk is the most telling of the bunch. He is the "batman could beat anyone given enough prep time" version of batman. He is the "actually batman should be totally fine killing people" version of batman. He is the "batman works alone and beats up goons" version of batman. He is the juvenile version of batman as thought of by power-scalers and, apparently, Hollywood executives. In other words, he is an ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE PERSON, and one of the most dangerous foes ever introduced in the series. He uses his friends as living weapons, deliberately endangers civilians to try to take out the heroes, and beats criminals within an inch of their life to send a message. Trying to fight his plans is like trying to hold back a tsunami with your hands; time consuming and futile.

They say that if you can't imagine your version of batman comforting a scared child, he's not batman, but punnisher in a funny mask. well nighthawk would fire a rocket at a child if it was part of his many unstoppable schemes. He's a monster.

You would expect, since the show is about the Avengers, that the Avengers would wipe the floor with the Squadron. But nope. All other things being equal, the Squadron ABSOLUTELY WIPES THE FLOOD WITH THE AVENGERS. Iron Man gets into a fight with Nighthawk, only for nighthawk to completely dismantle his armor in seconds, and the rest of the Avengers can barely take down Hyperion if they all gang up on him, let alone the other members of the squadron. They are just too powerful; it is essentially an admission that in a straight fight between the two, the Justice League would win.

But it is also a statement that in order for the fight to occur at all, the Justice League would have to cease to actually be the justice league. they would have to be reduced to their powers and strategies, with all that is good about them thrown in the trash.

Ultimately, what allows the avengers to win in the end is this exact fact: that the Squadron AREN'T actually the Justice League. The members of the Justice League care about each other, and have each-others back. They would never willingly sacrifice each-other for the sake of a plan, even if that plan assured victory. But the Squadron ABSOLUTELY would. Ultimately they are able to isolate them, or convince Nighthawk to sacrifice them one-by-one for his schemes until they finally have an opening to finish things, and Iron Man manages to defeat Nighthawk not through fighting or even guile, but through making an act of self-sacrifice that Nighthawk couldn't rap his head around.

The Squadron Supreme shows what traits actually make up the Justice League and make them who they are by contrast; showing us what the characters would be like without those traits. Without compassion, restraint, empathy, friendship, the Justice League simply isn't itself.

To think this insight came from an Avengers cartoon instead of a DC property.

Anyways, that is why I think Man of Action Studios deserves a bit more credit for their writing.

[witchsickness]

as a rule, billy tries not to think too much about stuff. things happen, and that’s all there is to it.

it is what it is. people do dumb stuff and end up getting possessed. then they pull something even stupider, like clinging on to life instead of listening to every single doctor’s very-fucking-helpful predictions, and what this leads to is—

it’s an ancient, sputtering lawn mower, feasting on the overgrown grass of a house bought in a coward’s name. the machine spits out a few murdered blades, and then abandons all hope, dying in billy’s hands for the fourth time this morning. this sunday-fucking-morning, where everything’s alive.

somehow, that includes billy. it is what it is.

‘again?’ harrington walks out of a house his lawful owner hasn’t slept in for months, a glass of semi-translucent liquid in each hand. ‘next time i’ll bring around the one maurizio uses, how’s that sound? that way you’ll be done in an hour and we can spend the day doing something actually productive.’

for fear of an answer that will lead to reconsidering the still alive situation billy finds himself in, he decides he doesn’t need to know if maurizio is harrington’s gardener, or the fifth cousin he had his first kiss with when he was eight. ‘only thing you’ve done all day is sit around and ogle me,’ he mumbles instead.

harrington laughs, passing him one glass. with his newly freed hand, he brushes the sweat-stuck hair on billy’s forehead. his palm’s icy cold, and billy shivers under the touch.

things—happen. that’s one of those things. harrington, his fingers tangled in billy’s sun-baked, disastrous curls. harrington, passing him a glass of susan’s watery lemonade. harrington, always around.

there’s probably a name for what they’re doing, but harrington hasn’t offered it, and billy—doesn’t ask. it’s a rule. the one thing he’s good at.

max crosses the lawn to them. harrington drops his hand, but doesn’t step back. at the sight of the folder in max’s hands, billy can feel him frowning.

with a perverse sort of pleasure, billy accepts the folder from max’s outstretched hand, and he lifts the cover, making sure its contents are hidden from harrington’s view. ‘whassat?’

max is busy cannibalizing herself, one lip at a time. ‘you know how to read,’ she mumbles thunderously.

billy makes a show of looking up before, finally, looking down. at the—the divorce papers. ‘oh,’ he says, ‘is that—’

‘it’s official. my mom’s not married to your dad anymore.’

‘right.’ he hands the lemonade back to harrington, who’s waiting for it with a claw-shaped hand, like billy’s that-fucking-predictable. ‘well, uh. congrats. sue must be—wait, is that what the lemonade was about?’

max—doesn’t laugh, and doesn’t call him a brainless ex-zombie. she’s just. she’s chewing on her lip, eyes big and watery, fixed on the papers in billy’s hands.

he forces out a breath. honestly, this probably would’ve been avoided with maurizio’s miracle lawn mower. ‘max,’ he says, patient as all hell, ‘what is it?’

her features scrunch up into a frown, mouth twisting like it’s trying to lock the words in. she looks at him. it’s been a while since billy’s had her fury directed at him. he hasn’t missed it, not one bit.

‘you got what you wanted,’ she says, ‘i’m not your sister anymore.’

billy—blinks, then barks out a laugh. ‘what’s the big deal? not like you ever were,’ he says, which. okay, in hindsight, isn’t the line he should’ve gone for.

if there’s one thing he knows about max, it’s that she hates crying in front of people. that’s probably why she’s turning around, walking back into the house, chin already trembling. billy’s hand shoots out to catch her by the arm before a rectifying plan has formed in his stupid, monster-fried brain.

‘wait a second, you goof, come here,’ he says, letting go only once max has stopped thrashing and is trying to dig a hole on the freshly mowed lawn with the tip of her lemon-yellow chuck jones instead. billy passes a hand over his face. ‘look,’ he says, ‘look, what does it matter? that’s what i mean. ‘s not like we were ever actually related, right? no paper will change that, one way or the other.’

‘right,’ max mutters, ‘whatever.’

‘i mean,’ billy says, forcing her eyes to him with a knuckle under her chin, ‘my—my dad marrying sue isn’t what made you my sister, peabrain. a divorce isn’t gonna un-make you, either.’

max sniffles, looking significantly less homicidal. ‘i don’t want you not being my brother.’

‘i don’t want you not being my sister, either,’ billy says. ‘how ‘bout we shake on it?’

‘nah,’ max says, and then she’s burrowing into him, top of her head knocking his jaws together.

his mouth tastes coppery and lemonade-sour, but the corners of his eyes were stinging before that.

max pulls back, taking the folder with her. ‘better take those back,’ she says, wetly, ‘mom said something about framing them.’

billy watches her go, and turns around to find harrington watching him. the two glasses have landed on the ground, condensation running down to water the grass billy’ll spend the rest of the day wrangling with.

there’s something profound, and jittery, and almost-new in the way harrington’s looking at him, that makes billy frown self-consciously. ‘what?’

harrington—takes a step closer. his hand finds billy’s curls again. the ones on the side of his face, this time. ‘i love you,’ he says, smiling at whatever recalibrating’s taking place in billy’s mind shows in his eyes. ‘just occurred to me, you—you probably didn’t know that.’

‘i—’ billy tries, ‘we—’

‘easy,’ harrington laughs, nodding towards the house, ‘establishing one relationship’s enough for today. we’ll try again tomorrow, yeah?’

there’s not much to do but nod. ‘okay,’ billy says, fingers tracing harrington’s knuckles. ‘okay,’ and then he kisses harrington, right there. under the tree in the backyard legally owned by someone who’ll never get the chance to ruin another one of their days.

it is what it is.

[youngstarfishphilosopher]

Smoke and Mirrors

Yandere Two-Face X Oblivious Spouse Reader

(This one shot is based off the song Smoke and Mirrors. Warning: Mentions of kidnapping, being held at gunpoint, implied murder, extremely unhealthy behavior. )

You had always been known to see the good in everyone. It was one of the many things that Harvey loved about you.

Even from a young age, you had always had a good heart and always thought the best of the world,which is hard when you live in the hellhole known a Gotham City.

Although Gotham had taken away some of the innocent ways you view the world, the city never completely got rid of your optimistic and loving personality.And Harvey loved it.

The older you and Harvey got, the more he was certain he wanted to marry you. The first time he ever asked you out he was a nervous wreak. But he was overjoyed when you said yes.

After a while of dating, you decided to make your relationship official and go married two years later. Although life wasn't perfect, the two of you were happy with each other.

You worked as a kindergarten teacher while Harvey was pretty big on politics,mayors,law, and all the really random boring stuff you didn't have any interest in. But it made Harvey happy, so you were more than accepting of his interests.

Everything felt perfect. . . until it wasn't.

That one fateful day were everything in your life changed. You had been just finishing up with your shift when you got a call from the hospital.

"Hello?" You asked raising the phone up to your ear.

"Hello, Is this Y/N Dent?"

"Yes, this is. Can I help you."

You were still in the middle of your shift. So you assume that the person on the phone was one of the children's gaurdian.

Oh, how wrong you were.

"I'm one of the doctors from ________ hospital. I am calling to inform you that you husband has been in an accident."

You froze all in hearing those words. An accident? What kind of accident? Is he hurt? Is he DEAD?

"Hello?"

You snapped out of your shock when you heard the woman speak again. "Are you still there?"

"Y-yeah." You respond, your voice full of worry. "I'm still here."

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Harvey hated how he looked now. He had never been the same since that mob boss splashed acid on his face. He thought that once you saw his face, you would leave him forever, disgusted by the man you had once married.

But you... Oh sweet and kind you, stayed.

Even when Twoface came along, even with the switching and colliding personalities, even with the violent outbursts, you never gave up on him.

They both started growing obsessed, possessive,unstable. They made sure to keep there criminal activities out of your knowledge and leave you oblivious to the fact that they had been making the other people closest to you drop like flies.

This included Twoface. In all honesty, you didn't actually know about Twoface. Harvey just always played it off as him just having a really bad day whenever Twoface came through.

Neither of them could stand how some people, especially your co-workers, would look at you. How you were oblivious to the fact that so many of them wanted you for themselves.

They Despised it. How you never knew how much you had been hurting them. How you always gave those good for nothing meat sacks your attention.

Just who do you think you are to go and do something like that? Don't you know that you belong to them? Your THEIR spouse!

They would always come home annoyed and angry at those co-workers of yours. And at you sometimes as well.But you would always start acting all innocent and concerned,so they couldn't really stay mad at you for long. Harvey would just brush you off and say he had a rough day.

Twoface wanted to confront you head on. Show you a little murder or two and put it into your sweet little head that you can't go around doing something like that.

Harvey was opposed to the idea at first. Until one day he couldn't take it anymore. Two-face's idea had begun to sound extremely appeasing.

Especially because of one co-worker you had seemed to become attached to. They decided that they would be the perfect person for your punishment.

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Your head spun in a daze as you opened your eyes. You awoke finding yourself tied to a chair in a room you were unfamiliar with. As your eyesight started to clear up, you noticed two other figures in the room.

You soon recognized them. One of them was your husband, and the other one was your co-worker. The co-worker that was like a best friend to you.

You starred in horror as you watch your friend , who was bound, blindfolded and gagged immediately receive a slap across their face by your husband.

"Stop struggling!"

"H-harv..."

You were terrified as you watched the man you loved hurt your best friend. He had never acted this way before. It was almost as if he wasn't your husband at all.

He immediately turned to you with a scowl on his face once he heard the sound of your voice . "Well, Well, Well. look who finally decided to wake up frome their beauty rest."

Your fear soon turned into anger one you had came back to your senses.

"W-what... Just what the hell is wrong with you?! What on earth did you do to them!?"

"Harvey's" eyes darkened at your outburst. As he walked up to you , regret seeped through you.

"Harvey" roughly grabbed you by your shoulders and lifted you and the chair you were tied to slightly off the ground to reach his face, making you let out a small wimper.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me Y/N!" He snapped, holding your shoulders so hard that you started to think he was going to break them.

"Harv! S-stop it, your hurting me!" You wined. You then let out a small yelp as he immediately dropped you and almost made you fall over in your chair in the process.

"Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but I ain't Harvey." Twoface said as he pulled out a pistol from its holder. That immediately shut you up. He took immediate notice of this.

Straddling himself onto your lap he raised the pistol to your chin and forced you to look up at him. Although his eyes were dark and bloodthirsty, they had a glint of amusement in them as well.

"Listen up darling." Twoface whispered into your ear. "Me and you are going to play a little game. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let that little home wreaker go free. How does that sound?"

You look past him to your friend. What other choice did you have? You couldn't just let your friend die.

Giving a satisfied smirk when you slowly nodded, Twoface put his pistol back into the holster. Now resting his arms on the top back of the chair, he sat there looking down on you.

"First things first, I want you to tell me that you love us."

"W-what?" You asked confused. "I don't un-"

"I know you heard me!" Twoface snaped. "Look me in my eyes and tell me that you love us!"

Flinching slightly from his out burst you took took a small pause before mumbling "I love you."

Twoface was getting aggravated at this point. "You and I both know that you can do better then that Y/N." He said now leaning even closer to you which made you extremely uncomfortable. "Lets try that again sweetheart, and this time, act like you mean it."

Taking a deep breath look looked up into the man's eyes and calmly stated the words that he so desperately wanted to hear. "I love you darling."

Twoface let out a small chuckle. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

You didn't say anything.

"The next thing I want you to do." He states, getting even closer to your face."Is give us a kiss."

Wanting to get this whole game of his over with you immediately smashed your lips into his. Twoface responded by kissing back even harder as he roughly grabbed the sides of your head to bring you in closer.

He made sure that the kisses happened for as long as possible.

It soon got to the point were he would move away from your lips ,for your neck, and then move back to your lips again.

Once he was satisfied with all the hickeys he had given you, he pulled away slowly, leaving a taste of blood and copper on your lips.

He was able to quickly compose himself before going to the last part in his little "game".

Getting off your lap, Twoface reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal coin.

" You should know that this last little part of my game darling, is a game I like to call Heads or Tails."

Your heart sank into your chest. You had a feeling that you knew exactly where this was going.

"Here is how this is going to work. If The coin lands on the clean side, then I'll let your so-called friend go. If lands on the scratched side, then I pump them full of lead."

"W-wha-"

Before you could get a word in, he threw the coin into the air. As it gently fell back into his palm, he slapped the coin onto his other hand and reviled it to be . . .

Scratched.

Ignoring all of your begging and pleading, Twoface immediately pulled the pistol back out from its holster, and headed towards his hostage.

Ripping the gag off their mouth, you could hear small relived breaths.

Tears started to stream from your eyes as you kept on pleading to no avail. You then watched Twoface raise the gun to their forehead.

Then . . .

The sound of a gunshot fires.

You just sat there in shock. You tried to speak, but no words seemed to come out.

Harvey had now taken over as the two of them walked back over to you.

Sitting back onto your lap, he placked his head comfortably onto your shoulder.

You wanted to yell at him. Punch him. Kick him. Run away. But for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"Please don't be sad love." Harvey lovingly whispered into your ear. "We just couldn't take it anymore."

Sitting back upright, Harvey gently wiped the tear that had trickled down your face.

" Their not in the way anymore s-so just. . . " His voice now sounded desperate. "Please say that you'll stay with us. . . We love you so so much, darling. "

[shion-yu]

Wait for Tomorrow

My entry for the spot “Hospital” for @hurtcomfort-bingo. 2,271 words, TW for hospital, chronic illness, discussion about potential death of a parent. Ft. OCs Cliff (toyhouse) and Al (toyhouse), plus their respective partners Elliot and Theo. 

The organ transplant unit reeks of hope and loss. There’s always someone who has just received something new and life changing, a very tangible second chance which is only thanks to someone else’s great sacrifice. There’s a little room that always has coffee and snacks, a room for meditating, a little gym, and a room that’s just for crying in. A huge window stretches across the entire end of the unit looking over the city providing sprawling views of the outside world: a world that people like Cliff needs to stay away from because it’s full of germs that could kill him.

Cliff’s thirty-one. He hoped he’d have more time to delay this, but he’d contracted aspergillosis at Christmas, right before Mia’s third birthday. Instead of celebrating his happy and healthy little girl on her special day, Cliff had been unconscious in the ICU, intubated. He’s only gotten to see her in person twice since waking up and it’s March now. Kids aren’t usually allowed on the unit because of the risk of infection. The doctor had let them break that rule twice, and Cliff knows he should be more grateful for it but he isn’t. He wants more, always more.

He misses his daughter more than he can stand. Elliot visits nearly every day and calls at least twice per day. He sends Cliff plenty of videos but it isn’t the same as being there. He watches Mia say new words only second hand through recordings and he’s not there to clap for her as soon as it happens. He’s not there to read to her and kiss her pudgy little cheeks goodnight. He wants to be there for everything, but instead he’s stuck here in this negative-pressure hallway. It’s a beautiful new unit, nicer and sunnier than any Cliff's ever been on before, and yet it feels like a prison.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels the couch he’s sitting on dip and Al silently hands him a tissue. Cliff mumbles a thank you and removes his oxygen to blow his nose, coughing into the tissue afterwards.

“Ugh. I hate crying,” he sniffles to Al. Al pats his back to try and comfort him, but doesn’t tell him it will all be okay. They’re both realistic enough to know that’s not always the case. 

“Me too,” Al says. “Hate getting snot in my oxygen.” He smiles knowingly with a humor that only someone experiencing the same thing as Cliff could really muster. Cliff laughs wetly, dries his eyes and puts his nasal cannula back in. He clears his throat and tries to remind himself that things could always be worse.

Al is waiting for his second set of lungs while Cliff waits for his first. Al got new lungs fifteen years ago, he says, which was a pretty good run of it. They’re not doing so well anymore, but he tells Cliff that he believes the medications are so much better these days. Al never had any kids, but Cliff can see that Al’s wistful about that fact. He acts almost like a father figure to Cliff while they’re stuck on this ward together, although age wise he’d be more like Cliff’s older brother. Cliff thinks it’s funny - when he was nineteen he did a summer internship with Al’s partner, Theo, at Theo’s law firm. He vaguely remembers seeing pictures of Al back then and Theo mentioning his partner was on the transplant list, but it hadn’t really meant anything to him at the time. He’d just said sorry and never thought about it again. He hadn’t known back then how privileged he was to have that mean nothing to him.

Theo recognized him when he came to visit Al, shortly after Cliff had left the ICU and was moved to this floor. Cliff was being pushed down the hall by Elliot when they heard a voice say, “Cliff Barrows?!” It was then that they made the connection that the new patient Al had made friends with was the same person Theo had once been a mentor to. Cliff mostly remembers Theo as unabashedly gay, something he didn’t think was possible for a lawyer at that time. He looks the same now, Cliff thinks, just a bit older and his hair’s starting to go gray. 

Theo asked Cliff if he ever became a lawyer. Cliff laughed and said, “No, I got sick and became a stay at home dad instead.”

Theo grinned at him the same way he had back when he was a teenager. “A dad!” He exclaimed. “Even better than a lawyer.”

Being a dad was better than being a lawyer, Cliff thought to himself. Being a lawyer was his dream and losing it had been incredibly painful at the time. Now, though, he can see it made way for other things in his life. He got back together with Elliot, they got married, and they had their beautiful daughter. Cliff wouldn’t have it any other way - except for the part where he’s stuck here, now. There’s no silver lining to this part, he thinks.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Al asks him gently. He has a way of saying this that makes it easy to confess everything, but also easy to say no if Cliff wanted to. He’s so calming and impartial. Cliff thinks he feels far better after his chats with Al than he ever did after therapy.

“Mia is going to pre-school in the fall. Elliot’s out visiting a few right now to see which one fits her. Both of us should be there, but it’s only him.” Cliff’s voice breaks sadly at the end of the sentence and he can’t say anything more.

Al nods. “That must be really hard,” he says gently. “I’m sorry you can’t be there too. I’m sure Elliot will make a great choice though.”

“Oh, definitely,” Cliff says. “I know that. But it’s not fair that he has to do it alone.”

“I understand,” Al says. He doesn’t have kids, but Cliff thinks he’s probably the closest person to actually understanding so he nods.

They stay there a bit longer just watching the sunset until they know they have to be back in their rooms at 7pm-8pm for shift change. Cliff doesn’t see the point, because every nurse on the unit already knows them and their details intimately, but nevertheless they insist on bedside report every twelve hours. Sometimes Cliff pretends he’s sleeping just so they’ll do it in the hallway so he doesn't have to hear all the depressing details one more time. He feels like nothing ever really happens, anyways. Sometimes he has good days, sometimes bad. He doesn’t feel the need to summarize further. Either way, he’s been here for months and won’t be going anywhere until they find him a pair of new lungs.

The idea that some poor stranger has to die for him to live bothers Cliff immensely, but since he’s had Mia he no longer questions if it’s the right thing to do. It’s not that he’s no longer morally confused, he is. But he’ll do anything to see his little girl grow up now, his role as a husband and a father the most important things to him in the world.

When Mia was born, that was the first time Cliff was actually happy to be in the hospital. She was so tiny, Cliff asked if something was wrong with her. No, they told him, she was perfect. He agreed. She was absolutely perfect.

Fatherhood suited Cliff far more than he had expected it would, considering his own parents had never been good examples. But as the stay-at-home parent and a perfectionist, Cliff naturally made it his job to do everything right. And in the process, he found he loved every moment with Mia, even the difficult ones. He kept her close to him and was always hyper vigilant about her wellbeing. He read many, many books. And every afternoon he’d tie up Rosie, their rescue dog, to the stroller and take a slow walk down the street. While their home was located in a nice neighborhood in Brooklyn, Cliff didn’t think New York City pollution was very good for either his own or his child’s lungs. However the socialization was important (for both of them) and more importantly, he wanted Mia to grow up to love people. He never wanted her to hide away from society like he had. And he never wanted her to doubt that her fathers didn’t love her and wanted to spend time with her.

He’s nursing a bad headache in bed when Elliot calls him to say goodnight. Cliff answers because he always answers Elliot no matter what. Back when they were younger Elliot barely left Cliff’s side when he had to spend long stretches in the hospital, but with their daughter it had to be different. She’s their priority, not Cliff, and they had promised to give her as normal of an upbringing as possible. Even with a chronically ill dad and famous papa. They had been doing a pretty good job of it, Cliff thinks. Sure she’d spent a lot of her early childhood in recording studios and doctors offices thanks to her dads, but she was happy and loved. That’s what mattered. It’s still what matters, but it’s so much harder when she doesn’t understand why one of them is suddenly nearly missing from their home, only available through video calls each night.

Elliot’s face pops onto the screen of Cliff’s phone. His black curly hair looks long and messy. He has dark circles under his eyes and Cliff’s heart aches knowing it’s his fault that he has to be a single parent right now. Still, his tone is cheerful and he smiles when Cliff answers. Mia is sitting in her chair at the dinner table behind him. “Hey babe,” he says. “It’s all dark, do you have the lights off?”

“Yeah, hang on,” Cliff says. He reaches over to turn on the lights even though they’re way too bright for his aching head. He squints at his family and puts on his reading glasses.

“Headache?” Elliot asks automatically. They’ve been married - been dealing with Cliff’s illness - for way too long for him not to know exactly what to expect. Cliff nods. “Aww, that sucks,” Elliot says. “Here, Mia will make you feel better.” 

Elliot moves around so that Mia is in full view and can see Cliff on the camera. Her face is messy with grains of rice stuck to her cheeks. Cliff chuckles. “Hi baby girl. Dinner’s kind of late, isn’t it?”

“Daddy!” Mia squeals happily. “Rice and chicken and peas.” Cliff assumes that’s what was on the menu for tonight. It’s what looks like is stuck to her hands, anyways.

“I got home late,” Elliot explains, “Haven’t even showered yet. God bless Paula.” Their nanny, always willing to stay later than planned when she needed to. She was brilliant, but Cliff felt sad every time he remembered she was doing the job he was supposed to be doing.

“Lion!”

“Yes, Mia, good girl,” Elliot says, poking the lion on her bib that she was wearing. She laughs. God Cliff misses that laugh. It sounds entirely different in person - in person it’s like he can feel it with his whole body. “Cliff? Hello? Anything new?”

Cliff realizes he’s been zoning out for several seconds and shakes his head. “No. Nothing new. Same old boring hospital.”

“Boring’s not a bad thing,” Elliot reminds him. Yeah, Cliff thinks. He could be in a coma still, that’s true. But he’d rather be at home fostering Mia’s newfound love for lions this week. They talk for a few more minutes but Cliff’s head hurts a lot and Elliot can tell, even though Cliff doesn’t say anything. He and Mia blow kisses to Cliff through the screen. Cliff closes his eyes and pretends he can feel them hugging him.

Elliot moves to the living room for a moment to ask Cliff privately, “Are you okay?”

“I just really miss you guys,” Cliff said. He takes a shaky breath. He doesn’t want to cry again.

“I know,” Elliot says. “We really miss you too. But we never know what might happen tomorrow! Or the next day.”

Cliff nods. He’s not an optimist like Elliot is, but he listens to his husband. It’s the only way he can continue on here when there’s so much waiting for him at home. “I love you,” Cliff says. “Thank you for everything.”

Elliot’s brow furrows in concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? Why are you thanking me?”

“No special reason,” Cliff says, forcing a tired smile. “I just want you to know it.”

“Okay,” Elliot says slowly, a bit puzzled. “Well... thanks.”

“Don’t thank me for thanking you. Then I have to double thank you.”

Elliot laughs. Cliff’s relieved he took that worried expression off Elliot’s face. He doesn’t want to make Elliot worry about him more just because Cliff’s missing home while Elliot is working so hard to hold everything in their family together. “Goodnight, Cliffy. Go to sleep. I love you and so does Mia. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Love you too.” Cliff hangs up and he thinks about tomorrow. Another day of phone calls and the hospital and being far away from his family. He doesn’t know how long he can keep doing this, but he has no other choice. He’s never been so determined to stay alive. Mia’s growing up with two dads, not one, he tells himself. So he’ll keep waiting, forever if he has to. 

[bi-naesala]

Dismas and lovers

9. Houndmaster

One of the many things Dismas worried about, when it was pretty obvious that there was something going on him and William that didn’t involve fighting, but rather, the opposite, was the dog.

That wasn’t his first thought, of course – that would’ve been the implications of shagging a man of the law, or rather former man of the law, while being a wanted criminal – but it was certainly the more pressing: he’d seen that dog kill beasts double her size; he didn’t want to necessarily fight her, if she thought that he was a threat to her master, not only because he seriously risked his life, but also because he didn’t want to hurt William by doing something to her.

Luckily for him, that doesn’t seem to be the case: Laika was wary at first, but with his immense charm – and the extra food rations he’d sneak to her – he’s managed to win her over pretty soon. William told him that, even though he’s never been the kind of person to actively find a partner, he’s had a few, and she never had problems with them either, but Dismas likes to think he’s a special case anyway – he’s pretty sure William didn’t fight eldritch horrors with his former partners, that has to count for something.

She lets herself be pet, she wags her tail whenever she sees Dismas, she’s even taken to accompany him in his errands – always with the blessing of William, of course – so he likes to think they’ve become pretty good friends.

Dismas too, has grown fond of her. Not that he ever bore ill will towards her – she’s a dog, why would he do that? – but, well, what was he supposed to do if his partner’s dog didn’t like him? Things would’ve been awkward at least. Thankfully, it’s all in the past, now.

It is good that they get along, but sometimes Laika could really start to mind her own business...

Things are getting pretty heated, inside the barracks: William has taken Dismas to his room, and has lost no time shoving him on the bed, settling between his legs and stealing kisses from his lips.

It is pretty obvious where things are going, which works extremely well for Dismas: it’s been a while since he’s been sent out, and he has a lot of restless energy that he would love to... unload.

They’ve barely started to get their clothes off – only Dismas’ coat lays down on the floor – when they start hearing the familiar sound of the door’s being scratched.

At first, they both try to ignore it, but the sound gets louder, accompanied by a series of sad wails, to the point that William has to pull away – reluctantly so – and head to the door. He only needs to open it just a tiny bit, that Laika manages to push herself through, making it immediately for the bed and jumping on it, accompanied by an exasperated “Laika, how many times do I have to tell you not to get up there?” by William.

The dog, of course, doesn’t listen to him, and instead starts to lick Dismas’ hand, while the thief can’t help but to chuckle and give her a few pets.

Sure, she’s ruined their moment, but come on, who can be mad at her? Definitely not Dismas!

William sighs, shaking his head, but there’s a smile on his face – and how can he not smile, with such a view in front of his eyes?

With slow steps, he joins them on the bed.

“You’re a bad girl,” he tells the dog, but there’s no real heat in his voice, which sounds, instead, most sweet, like it always does when he’s talking to her. By the way Laika barks and wags her tail, she must’ve understood that. It makes William chuckle, as he starts petting her fur as well.

This wasn’t how either of them has envisioned their night to go, but to tell the truth, they don’t really mind.

[marshmallowprotection]

Platonic bonding time with Saeyoung while planning the most elaborate surprise for GE Saeran 🥰🥰🥰

Saeyoung is happy to know his brother is in good hands.

Ever since he started to talk to you, from the very beginning, he knew there was something about you he could relate to. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, but it made sense just as soon as he realized you meant something to his brother. His brother's warm feelings for you transferred across the universe to let him know you were a safe person.

He could talk to you about anything and take you in as a friend without hesitation. He found himself able to tell you things that he could only tell V before he met you. That's why he views you as his best friend these days. That's the great thing about being twins, you know? He'll joke about that a lot, too. His brother cares so much for you that even the universe couldn't hide it. 

You're his best friend, and he's your future brother-in-law! You get to catch him up to speed with the person his brother is today, and he gets to tell you all about the person his brother was before you met him. It's kind of like you have somebody to put together the pieces you didn’t have the chance to know.

Saeran sometimes loves to walk into those conversations, because hearing his two worlds collide... it feels like he's whole.

To this day, he still has a hard time coping with the fact that there are memories that are still out of reach. He still struggles with his health, and even if he doesn't talk about it all that much, it's hard to talk about the weight on his shoulders when it comes to feeling like certain things are lost forever. To have blanks in your memory even after making it out of a nightmare is not something that's easy to put into words. 

But, when you're trying to plan a surprise for Saeran? The best person in the world for you to go to is Saeyoung. That might seem obvious, but hey, maybe it's not. He can come up with all kinds of elaborate busy plans to keep Saeran away from his surprise.

Make no mistake, Saeran is going to know that you guys are planning something, but he'll go along with it because of how much fun his brother makes those quests. Saeyoung takes your input every step of the way and helps Saeran enjoy the lead-up to the surprise just as much a the surprise. You know, Saeyoung could stand to be a good party planner, no pun intended. He just knows how to take care of his family, and that serves to his benefit when it comes to the RFA and you.

"Saeyoung, I have to thank you for helping me. I know we're still getting to know each other as proper family, but it's nice to know you're always ready to be there for me. I understand why Saeran's happy to have you back in his life, even if it's hard, because you've... always been there for him when he needed you, even if he didn't say he needed you," you paused, as you continued to keep your hands steady on the bow you were wrapping up. "He's still learning how to talk to you but I hope you know that even though he's learned how to take care of himself, knowing that his brother will always be there for him brings him peace. It brings me peace to know he has that back, to know that he has you back."

That cheesy but knowing smile would spread across his face. "I'll always be there for him, even if he doesn't need me every step of the way, and I'm happy to know he'll be there for me, too. I'll admit that's kind of a learning curve for me because I'm used to taking care of him instead, but we are equals and I want to treat him that way."

[hella1975]

IM ONE OF YOUR MUTUALS I HOPE YOU RECOGNIZE MY WAY OF TEXT CUZ I WANNA SHARE W YOU HOW TAMS URSA/ZUKO MAKES ME FEEL WITHOUT PUBLICLY EMBARRASSINGLY TALKING ABT MY LIFE. LMAO. BUT ALSO UGHHHH IS THIS PARASOCIAL??? let me know I will back the fuck off. anyways. idk if you have plans to mention Ursa more for tams but like the stuff that was done will HAUNT ME. Like, azulas reactions to her mother remind me of my sibling and zuko was me, sibling was so angry with my mother for what she did to us and their fights got nasty and I guess I reacted like. a child. Idk how else to say it I think I was just a child with a sibling I wanted close even though we'd fight just as bad and a mother I wanted to take care of me. Instead I took care of my mother a lot, it often came to me to convince her to leave her bed. When ursa asked zuko to her room /"my precious boy" scene, I... SOBBED, because my mother did that to me and zukos joy and shyness was literally me. Like my mother's good days were incredibly incredibly few and far between and they were fickle but I always remembered them specifically, I would get giddy with her and it'd feel like change and when it wasn't I became depressed. My sibling became more angry and distrustful from them, they were much smarter like azula while my high hopes kept crashing. I just really want to say that because I resonate SO DEEPLY, with tams ursas story actually soooo so acutely and the only way I can really say that is by explaining how real they feel to me. I left stuff out cuz uhhhhhh this is already really intimate and I feel bad I'm doing this as anon JJDNWKE 😭 SORRYYYYY SORRY. I love tams and actually for real that ursa shits stuck with me ever since I read it <3 im haunted. thank you

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME AND NOT TELL ME WHICH MUTUAL YOU ARE YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BY THE LAWS OF MUTUALSHIP YOU COULD LITERALLY UNLOAD YOUR ENTIRE LIFE STORY AND ID BE NODDING ALONG ENRAPTURED HELLO

'idk if you have plans to mention Ursa more for tams' she is literally one of the main characters imo like the impact she has on zuko and azula is topped only by the impact they have on each other. i consciously write the fire sibs around the images of themselves they have in their head CREATED BY URSA. azula sees herself as cold, calculated and inhumane and her entire arc sees her grappling with that image; all things ursa viewed her as. zuko sees himself as the protector to honour his mother's last words to him, but he's haunted by the gentle, scared boy his mother loved so much. it literally punctuates their entire character arcs and becomes huge as tams goes on. reading your ask is just so heartaching, because it really is so so similar to tams (and that's actually going to increase as we go so be wary of that). no child should have the world dumped on their shoulders even by hands trying very hard to be gentle. i hope you can acknowledge that you were a child and your behaviour would have reflected that. if not, at the very least i hope you find ways to make sense of it as tams goes on x

[pezboisworld]

Silly au: d-tent boys all go to the same college with Hector and Stanley in already established relationships. Stanley studying to be an archaeologist, Hector a mathematician( I headcanon that Hector is a genius especially in Mathematics and I'm just imagining him filling in chalkboards with difficult equations. Think good will hunting the movie)

Not silly at all.

A college AU with the Holes characters would be pretty interesting actually.

I couldn't see all of them going to college, but definately the majority of them after counciling should be ready for it.

Can easily see Stanley and Hector both going to college. Always saw Stanley trying to give back to under-served kids and communities through teaching, counseling, or therapy. So he could study psychology or education. The thing about Hector is he has a natural affinity for numbers, but has to do a lot of catching up from his early years of homelessness. Mathematics is a specialized degree, though. He'd likely have to go to a college that specializes in that. I can't see any of them moving far from Austin for too long. After so long apart from his mom, Hector won't move away for college. No recruitor would sway him on that. Then there is Stanley. They are definitely together by their 20s. And Stanley studying something more generalized would also keep Hector local. Eventually he may have to consider moving to continue his education if he seeks a bachelor's, but Stanley is coming with him. By then they might even be married.

Also going to college I could see X-Ray and Squid. In the Sequel Small Steps, X-Ray shows his familiarity with the law and a detective recommends he become a lawyer. And with his personality, critical thinking, and oratory skills he would be a great lawyer. Oppertunities would be there for him and he would take every chance he got. Then in Stanley Yelnats' Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake we learn why Squid had a rubber Squid at camp. He loved marine life and aspired to be a marine biologist. And while this is possible, it is expensive I could see him working as a line cook to pay his way through school. And he can continue this seasonal work between field research if he had to. His knowledge of ocean life could relate back to his cooking if he specialized in seafood.

Magnet would study to be a vet or animal caretaker at a santuary because he loves animals. Can't see him ever condoning cages or small enclosures considering he stole a designer puppy that was caged up. He could see him as a veterinary assistant with just a high school diploma. If he gets an Associates he could be a vet tech (which is more interesting). A cool job he could do without any schooling is working with an ethical breeder. I could see Jose doing it all and hopping job to job.

Not sure what Armpit or Zig-zag would study while at college. These two are still figuring themselves out. Armpit in the sequel, Small Steps Armpit continues digging holes for a landscaping service. Gets wrapped up in an assassination attempt that makes him take things slow. But he's going to college for something even if it is a general major.

With Zig-zag, he definitely applies for the military. And since he was convicted for arson he will likely get rejected. At camp he had the TV guide memorized and knew the time of day without a clock based entirely on showtimes and could tell you what would be on and which channel. After being released he didn't care for TV anymore because there was nothing good on TV anymore. Why not get into making TV shows. He's creatuve enough to be a writer. This could give him a lot of time to learn a new skill. Maybe he learns video editing and gets into production somewhere. School wouldn't be needed for something like that. Or using his unique point of view as a comedian.

For whose definately not going to college, probably Twitch. According to Stanley Yelnats' Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake, Brian started a band. With a successful music career I can't see him continuing his education unless it's something he can finish quickly related to his other interests like a trade or 2 year degree. Likely becomes an online personality before that. Using his indie fame to market himself would be right up his alley.

[harleiquina]

Argentina won't turn into Hell that's what the *actual* fascists want you to believe.

A summary (trust me, I left so many things outside this post in a vain attempt to make it shorter) of what is going on in my country and why "the Far Right" has won.

I've seen many meltdowns on Tumblr about how everyone (especially the Queer community) is terrified, asking others to help them out. And it's painting a view of my country that is quite similar to the lives of those under Real Dictatorships (think North Corea, at least) and that makes my eyes roll because if us argentinos are one thing that is over the top. Go ahead, blame our Italian heritage, we do it all the time.

The first thing that I want to point out to the World is that the concepts of "Left" and "Right" are heavily polluted in my country. They've reached the point of "good" and "bad" without any critical thought behind it. And it was possible thanks to decades of a political party sucking the life and money from us: the Peronismo.

At the very begining:

Remember the "don't cry for me Argentina?" whether you are thinking of the Broadway's Musical or the movie inspired by it you are also thinking of Eva Perón. Pity that reality is a thing and nobody is perfect.

The Gral. Juan Domingo Perón came to be after being part of a military coup (something every single peronista forgets) that helped him to become relevant among the workers which lead him to his victory on the elections. He followed Mussolini's footsteps and allowed many Germans *if you catch my drift* to come and seek refuge in Argentina (before the end of the WW2 the Luna Park Stadium in Buenos Aires-usually used for boxing matches- held the largest N*zi meeting outside Germany with 70.000 supporters). He was also known for going after many women (is pretty much confirmed that one of his mistresses was 15 years old when he was over 40... or maybe 50) many of them were actresses that ended up leaving the country to escape from him and the Peronismo altogether. BUT since he approved a few laws -created and championed by the opposition years before- that helped the workers (8hrs shift, paid vacation, and such) and built a few -heavily- needed things he was The Greatest Guy Ever™️.

And Evita does not stay back. She earned the title "the standar-bearer of the poor" because of her many charities... that weren't real charities either. She would call toy or sewing machines factories and others to pressure them to give up merchandise for her to donate. What's wrong with that? That 1) an honest person would buy those items to donate them and 2) that she would send the AFIP (our IRS) to inspect and elaborate cases against the owners that denied to "help her" even if there wasn't a single pencil out of place. That's called blackmail, kids. And somehow (on the President's salary and her savings?) she had the biggest jewellry collection in Latinamerica and always dressed up with Chanel (yes, she was an actress but other actresses at the time were a hundred times more successful and did not spend THAT much money on their every-day outfits). I read her book and she does say that she wore modest clothes when meeting with her "shirtless" (a endearing? nickname both her and Perón used when talking about their followers) and that she "hated" wearing expensive clothes... and she says a lot of things as well that would scare the hard-core feminists that have a tattoo of her face somewhere in their bodies: Evita wasn't a feminist, 👏🏻read 👏🏻the👏🏻 goddamned👏🏻 book!! 👏🏻

The Peronismo built a movement out of an utopy? oximoron? the promise of finding the perfect balance between Capitalism and Socialism. It created the concept of "Patreon Goverment" (had to adapt it to English, the literal title is "Estado Bienestar" that could be translated to "Wellfare State" but it doesn't really encapsulates the real meaning) and the idea that the Goverment shouldn't just care for the overall of people but for every single individual person, so basically to get the State inside the houses instead of securing the good of the country in general. You might think that is ok-ish but in long term is a TERRIBLE idea.

Creating their voters

I once read the line "The Peronismo breaks your legs and then gives you clutches, so you are eternally greatful to them for the clutches" and whoever said it nailed it.

Perón & Evita always gave stuff to people who pledged loyalty to them in return. In here we have the word "clientelism" for this tactic: you give something and people gives you their vote and still happens to this day. And yes, you've guessed, within the Peronismo.

Now bear in mind that I don't mean that the State can't or shouldn't help people with food or basic clothing/items or even money when needed... but they always do it when their popularity is going down. You could argue that Evita gave sewing machines for those struggling women that needed to find a way to provide for their families but the overall endgame was to gain voters. Even in her book she claims that only "useful"* women should have kids... to end up in Perón's ranks. No other reason.

*Evita divides women in 2 groups: The Useful Woman (typical 1950s woman that takes care of herself, her family and is -kinda- well educated, maybe even went to College) and The Un-Useful woman which was basically a lazy one, this kind of woman shouldn't procreate (according to her) because she adds no value to the loyal soldiers of the General. Oh! How the turntables! But we'll speak about this later.

In addition of conditioning the most vulnerable groups to receive stuff in exchange for a vote (in people's minds if they don't remain In-Office, no-one will ever give them anything again) the education began its ongoing decay.

To give you an idea:

My grandmother in the 1940s saw stuff in 1st grade (aged 6) that my mom, in the late 1970s saw in 3rd grade (aged 8) and that I saw in the early 2000s in 5th grade (aged 10).

Education should always make you aim higher and not below average. It used to be normal for kids at the end of the year to see an few basic concepts they would have to study next year but this practice is long gone... kids start the year re-learning things from last year.

Argentina in 1930 practically had eradicated illiteracy, it held (if my memory doesn't fail) the 2% of illiteracy among citizens and it was the lowest percentage in Latinamerica. Even if you watch movies from 1930-1950 you'll see that they even tossed around some lines in English, Portuguese, Italian and even French... and this were the type of movies that everybody could see and understand (so nothing too high brow) starred by popular idols of the time.

Now our kids can't read or understand a text nor do basic math... bah! I keep saying "kids" as if my own generation is any smarter (I'm 31, btw). I was 20something in College, one of my classmates was 33 at the time and he didn't know what an index was or the purpose of it on a book, the rest of the class (about 30 people between 18 to 25) never noticed that 2 lists of 12 rules in Marketing were the same (but written in sinonyms, obviously) that we had to study for Managment and this people supposedly had a better education than me because I went to Public School my whole life (minus College) and they all went to Private Schools.

In 2022 15% of kids didn't end Highschool and we are getting high numbers on those that abandon Elementary School as well. There is no point for them to study because there have been about 3 or 4 generations that receive everything they need from the Goverment... why would they aspire to be something more? There's no need for that. And that's exactly what peronistas want: people too blinded by their miserable lives (that are good lives according to what they are told) to actually care about anything else.. It is a Capital Sin to try and become your own boss in a business or try and own anything at all like a home. Seriously my neighbours hate my family because we are the legal owners of our house... and they want our house for them because they think they are entitled to it -?!-.

So a mass of uneducated people that lives off gifts was created and this is the same people that votes for them every single time.

Of course, there are others that are not *that* easy to convince and this is where the maquiavelic plan is set to motion. Some people are looking to better their lives and their communities', and since these are large communities they equal to a large amount of votes.

That's how women got their vote. Everybody keeps thanking Evita for the female vote but who always championed for it was one of the most prominent feminists of our history Alicia Moreau de Justo (among many others since circa 1914, of course). The reason why the Law of Female Sufrage was approved in 1946 was because there was a strong opposition to Perón after his first term that could mean in him not being re-elected. So he needed more votes... hmm... I wonder how could he get those numbers? Got it! Make women vote, they most likely will vote for that one that allowed them to do so. Something similar happened around 2010 with Cristina Kirchner allowing 16 year olds (and up) to vote when the law was for those above 18.

Over the last couple of decades many social concerns took the spotlight and were legalized (same-sex marriage, abortion, the equivalent to Social Security, you name it) and they are atributed to the Peronismo/Kircherismo (a new branch born out of the Kirchners -husband and wife that became presidents and ruled for 12 years + their return in 2019 with our current president Alberto Fernández. So 16 years in power-) even if this projects were born on the opposition or independent organizations.

Even the Abortion legalization was a result of Macri (president between 2015-2019) a "Far Right" leader that said: "even if I don't agree with this project, its a conversation that our country needs to have" before allowing the Congress discuss it. What kind of "Alt-Right" leader lets such a divisive project be approved? Or better yet: what kind of "Left" leader like Cristina Kirchner, a woman that was in-office for 8 years, didn't send that project to Congress as soon as she took over because she wasn't *that* convinced about it?

The Peronismo/Kirchnerismo has convinced everyone that they are the Left and that anyone else that stands against them is the Right... the Ultra-right... because being just "The Right" isn't scary enough for some.

Corruption

While people is seemingly happy still living in dirt roads, with kids eating literal garbage and with no access to drinkable water, all the money that should've gone to different infraestructures was just there lying around... crying for someone's embrace... so of course the politicians decided that the money would be safe, warm and cozy in their own pockets.

My country is rich. We can have all kinds of industries because we have all weathers and enviroments: jungle, deserts, sea, mountains, fields, lakes, cities... and yet many of my fellow countrymen are starving, especially the Originary People (Native Americans). But the idea that whoever can invest in anything here is a vulture that doesn't care about their workers as long as money keeps pouring into their pockets was imposed throughout generations now by the Peronistas. (Mind you, I am fully aware that this kind of people does exist but it doesn't mean that every single business owner is like that, especially when speaking of PYMEs -Small and Medium Size Enterprises, in Spanish- that are the most popular model in my country. So basically family businesses)

Just last week Formosa's Governor (one of our poorest provinces), peronista clearly, publicly scolded a poor Wichí woman that sells her crafts online to the world (I wasn't able to find her name or her business' but is part of a program named Womek by the Foundation Gran Chaco that connects and educates people from native communities in how to use internet and build a business in it, among other things). I swear if you could either hear or read his words -it's all in Spanish and I don't feel like translating, sorry- you'll see a clear case of Gaslighting... and this happens everywhere.

The message is clear: How dare you go out to find something better if you have everything you need in here? And all of this while they have the most expensive cars, watches, houses and travel around the globe.

In this final election the phrase "what Rights will Milei take away? We don't have any!" Became almost a motto among people in the lower classes (just the few that are opening their eyes to the life they could have)

This meme sums it up perfectly: "Milei will take everything I built away"

The people is angry

Milei won because people is done with the corruption (the Kirchneristas didn't even counted the money they stole... they weighted it. They knew how many dollars equal 1 kilo -half a pound- can you imagine how insane that is? They moved such large amounts of money that there was no time to count it, so they weighted it), the insecurity and also because people is tired of seeing our country falling apart.

Socially, the large uncultured masses don't do anything else but grow bigger (the whole "Un-useful women" came back to bite Eva in her a$$ because these women are the ones that are feeding the Peronista/Kirchnerista movement today), the other half -the working class- always has to pay for the party.

My grandfather retired at age 65, if I'm not wrong, but one or two years later a law was approved where if a retired person kept working, they would receive a bigger compensation once they finally retired. So he went back to work... and worked until I finished College (he would take the bus with me everyday so I wouldn't do it alone due to the insecurity) at his 83 years old. Once he decided to retire "for real" I went with him to the bank and Social Services so he could arrange his compensation. I was there when he was told "Sorry, grandpa, all the money you've made ended up in the different Social Plans. You won't see a cent" and this happened to all retired people.

All the workers have to pay taxes that do not end in needed improvements (like remodeling schools, hospitals, roads and such) every single Peso we give them ends up in Clientelism or in their own pockets (it is very well known fact in Latinamerica that you are not a real Socialist unless you have a Rolex on your wrist and lots of gold at home). Even if you take a plane to travel you have to pay a 2nd ticket in taxes alone to support both things... so of course people is pissed. Of course we want them Out of Office. And this doesn't make us "Far Right".

Is Milei the argentinian Tr*mp?

I'd say no.

As a Publicist, Milei never quite jelled for me. He's eccentric, sometimes agressive (but not in a way that equals violence or physical threats. If I say Agressive I can also mean Passionate), and... bizzarre just to say something. He's laser focused on our economy and nothing else... his team has some... odd... pieces that I don't like and that's where some level of fear might be born. However, is Milei who'll have the last word and the Opposition (a really big one even if he has some allies in it) will not just give in into his every whim.

After watching interviews and hearing him speak I'm starting to suspect that maybe he is within the autistic spectrum. Of course, I'm not the right person to say so... but the way he moves, how he explains everything in so much detail (but still accessible to anyone in his "University Professor" demeanor, something he proudly brings up every time) and the fact that his older sister is his corner stone and guide that keeps him going and coaches him on how he should behave adds up to my theory.

I do believe that he is honest... at least the part that wants to fix our country. He doesn't sugar-coats what he says, which is awful for us but good at the same time because Macri refused to do so back in 2015 and it costed him greatly.

One thing that I dislike about him is that Economy is his jam and tries to apply it to everything. He doesn't think much from any other point of view, but more like "if I cut this off, I'll have money to use in X". The other day in an interview said something like "Why should I absorb the deficit of the State's TV Channels and Radio when I can use that money to feed the kids?" which is not wrong (and by the way, this is not a Right-wing-nutjob type of speech) but in this case it works... I'm not so sure about every single problem around here. Only time will tell.

Yeah... but he is in line with Tr*mp and Bolsonaro and supports Israel.

To be fair, I do not know if he ever said anything about Biden or Obama, not even about Tr*mp (I'm not his follower, I haven't watched every single interview he's ever given). It is understandable that a country like mine would aspire to be like the USA. I do not know if Milei likes any of the economical decisions that *that* administration executed. But, in my opinion, Tr*mp has a lot more in common with the Kirchners than with Milei... even down to the point of ranting in Twitter (sorry, X) at any time. Tr*mp is a populist and Milei is against Populism.

I've heard Milei saying that he is not homophobic (time will tell), I've seen how he trusts and protects the women in his movement so I wouldn't label him as a misogynist either. His team, however, does have some rotten apples.

Why are they there? I dare to say because he needed people to fill in his list so it was a matter of quantity over quality. He's been in the political arena for 2 years... nothing compared to any other politician in my country, most of them started around 1983 (The Return of Democracy) or started with Perón back in the 1940s. Macri was also an outsider, but still, he started in politics in 2011 when he ran for Mayor of CABA (Autonomous City of Buenos Aires) so even now he's been on the field for 12 years and knows better. Hopefully, with time, Javier Milei will be able to pick and choose who he really wants next to him instead of settling for anyone that offers their help.

About Bolsonaro. Yes, he does have a relationship with him... because both countries faced the same enemy: Populism. People, I think the Bolsonaro is a terrible person... still I can't believe that Lula won again. Wasn't there another option? Why going back with the executioner? You were supposed to escape that fate, mate!

The so-called Socialism in Latinamerica is dirty. It steals from people, overpowers the Sindicates and they use that power to jeopardize a country's economy and even bring down goverments (in Argentina, since Perón's first presidency no other political sign ended its mandate. Macri was the exception because Social Networks allowed movements to show him support and the many attempts to bring him down failed) they dumb-down the people and want to close the doors to the world even though we live in the era of Globalization. No country is an island (figure of speech) that can do things on its own. We need to connect and sell our products outside our borders, that's the way to achieve a estable economy.

So, of course that he will try and connect to those that are fighting the same battle. Does it means that they are besties, doing each other's hair and that he agrees 100% to anything Bolsonaro has ever said? No, it doesn't.

About Israel.

Our history with Israel and the Jewish community reached the major peak of support in 1992 and 1994 when the Israel Embassy and the AMIA (a jewish association) suffered a terrorist attack (a car-bomb in each one) at the hands of Iran.

This was 31 years ago, the names of those involved are very well known but they are not in jail. The District Attorney Alberto Nisman was killed (or killed himself according to the Kirchneristas 🙄) the day before he was going to Court to show how the goverments and especifically Cristina Kirchner's were involved in the cover up that allowed the perpetrators to remain free.

So... we kind of owe Israel justice.

Milei is working into being converted to Judaism and if we add our history with both creed and country, of course he'll be on their side.

In any case, he's denying the 30k disappeared and supports the 1976's Dictatorship

As a side note: all media here covers what the international media says about the Israel conflict with Palestine. So just one side of the story and the brainwash is hard. Hell! I've even tried to explain mom about the reality of what is going on but she oversimplified everything to "If the Left supports them (Palestinians), then it's wrong" (because, as I said, the concepts of Left and Right are very contaminated in here and is really hard to get rid of the Peronista Stench).

Just a small personal note here: I'm not Jewish, clearly (I'm Agnostic) so I don't know anything about territorial history and/or rights on land based on that religion. But I do know that saying "X country shouldn't exist", name it Israel, USA, Argentina... or any country in the world -lets face it all of them are based on wars and extermination, no matter how far back you go in history- doesn't ring well (especially when someone is a Public figure) it is almost an invitation to war or genocide altogether because "that country shouldn't exist". I believe that as long as a country doesn't go back to the times of expeditions to gain land or to show power or stir fake-patriotism because its people is unhappy with a goverment (as Israel, Russia and USA -mostly- do) they should be respected. Let their own people choose their fate, like it happened to Yugoslavia or Czechoslovakia, they decided to split up and create new countries out of it. If they step out of the rules, they of course should be held accountable and there are many ways to do so and trying to erase it ain't one of them (it's usually economical and global punishments. Ask Cuba). Germany didn't stopped existing after WW2, Israel won't stop existing after this... the best next thing will be to educate as many people as you can and pray -if that's your thing- for all it inhabitants to understand and take action on how their future should be and how to make ammends with those they've wronged. End of communication, let us continue.

For those of you that didn't know, Argentina and many other Latinamerican countries suffered Military Coups in the 70s. All of them were part of the Condor Plan elaborated by the USA.

My country suffered many Dictatorships but the one between 1976 and 1983 was the worst of them all.

It all began after Perón's death, when his widow, Isabel, ended up being the President (because she was his vice-president). At the time, the Peronistas had 2 major guerrillas: Montoneros and the Triple A.

Montoneros worked mostly as a terrorist group and the Triple A was more like a Service of Intelligence (allowed to kidnap, torture and even kill those against Perón).

So we had local terrorism and a economical debacle. The perfect Petri Dish for a Military Coup.

In order to "fight" this terrorists, the militars kidnapped, tortured and disappeared many "leaders" BUT once they were being "arrested" their possesions would be taken and if they had a notebook with phone numbers and adresses of friends, classmates (many were university students) or even handy-men all of them would be turned into targets as well and suffered the same fate. Once the Democracy returned, we had the Trial of the Juntas that you can see in the movie Argentina 1985. Many cases landed on the laps of the Distric Attorneys so they decided to stop counting after 8 thousand disappeared otherwise the Trial would never start. So those 8.000 are like the "official" victims. Still the people decided to close the number in 30.000 for those that didn't make it into the final count and those that maybe nobody reported as disappeared. The actual number could be less than 30k, or maybe more... we will never know, but it is not wrong to say that there are 8k victims (that's the confirmed number) or 30k (a simbolic number).

Since our education at school only says "soldiers bad, victims good" a lot of people that didn't lived back then does not know the nuances of why this happened. Trying to bring the true version of History afloat is not denying that it happened but broadening the picture and showing some nasty sides with it.

Once the Militars were losing power they decided to evoke our sense of fake patriotism by starting a war against the UK (mostly England) over the Malvinas Islands (or Fakland Islands), a very old conflict that began in the 1830s. Everybody was on board until news from the front arrived. The Dictators sent literal kids to fight with no equipment to survive the cold, nor food or good weapons (we are talking about using weapons from the WW2 in 1982). Many soldiers died both in the battlefield and their homes because they just couldn't cope with the horrors experienced and took their own lives. We all hate the treatment our veterans had to endure and still go through today because some people is like "they were part of the Dictatorship, they were soldiers and deserved to die because they are fascists" completely ignoring the fact that this kids never wanted to be soldiers, they were drafted to do the Mandatory Military Service just to be sent to war a few months later.

And guess what? Milei's vice-president is the daughter of one of those soldiers. So of course she wants her father and other veterans to be recognized and cherished.

They were kids forced to fight to keep some dusty asses in Rivadavia's Chair. They were not part of the problem, they are also victims.

But once again, our lack of nuance turns everything inside-out.

Milei and Macri are not "The Alt Right" they are Center if anything.

"The Left" is a fascist movement and I will list as much evidence as I can remember about it (in a different post, this one is now far too long).

Yes, some members of Milei's political party are more "Right-Wing" but the party in itself doesn't have any kind of power at this moment (he's got like 8 mayors, no governors and maybe less than 20 legislators and senators in chambers that go above 200 members each) THERE'S NO WAY THAT ANYONE'S RIGHTS WILL BE STOLEN.

● Being against Peronism does not equal to be a "Right wing" supporter.

● Peronism is the real Fascism in here. They hate being out of Office and more than once admitted that they can bring down goverments (5 so far).

● They hate people that thinks differently (or that thinks overall) and use and abuse their own followers nearly forcing them to shed their blood in protests and fights so they can cry later about how they are "The Right's victims".

And one last phrase that I once heard somewhere:

"Dictatorships are dangerous in Latinamerica because they disguise themselves as the Left" so you can't just fight it because then you are the villain.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 21

Any bravado Dr. Two Brains tried to display when demanding answers was rapidly depleting from him, being replaced with fear as Steven calmly approached him, bent down, and got right into Two Brains face bearing an all to familiar malevolent grin with piercing dark eyes he saw once before. Whether it was from a dream or memory, Two Brains knew that the person before him wasn't his good side, but at the same time, he could not recall the figure before him. "I have been dormant for far too long Dr. Two Brains." The figure bearing Steven Boxleitner's face spoke. "The villains here and even you have so much potential, but it is sadly being wasted away by the idiotic imps that run this waste of a city. What's worse is that these same people think they can just hide behind their own crimes and get away with presenting themselves as the good guys while open more honest villains are treated as scum. Oh sure people have celebrity views of the villains here, but at the end of the day, you and your friends are always viewed with disgust, disdain and fear despite you mischief making." "Steven" then got slowly up and out of Two Brains face and walked toward a comfy chair. He casually placed his hand on it and rubbed it along the soft material, back and forth, with a bored expression as if he didn't have anything diabolical going on in his mind. "It's time this city fell into different hands, or maybe just fall entirely." "Steven" chuckled as if laughing at a morbid joke. "Once I come into action, the people of this city will really have something to be afraid of. A fear that will haunt them for the rest of their lives." "Steven" gave a dark gleeful smile which chilled the trapped mad scientist and lab mouse. "Wha...what are you going to do?" Dr. Two Brains asked sounding more scared than when Miss Power came along. "Steven" rapidly swerved his head to face the mad scientist, once more, bearing that malevolent, psychotic grin and expression that haunted Two Brains' in his nightmares. "Tsk Tsk. Oh Dr. Two Brains." The malevolent entity began to chastise the mad scientist. "The question you should be asking is what are WE going to do to this city?" Dr. Two Brains gulped in apprehension. He gazed once more towards Squeaky. The mouse said nothing as the rodent continued to shake in fear. Even though they couldn't understand each other at the moment, Dr. Two Brains had a gut feeling that he and Squeaky were thinking the same thing. They were in deep trouble now. Fair City Courthouse - Few days later Judge Randall Homesfield was a patient and fair man. For 25 years, he has resided over the conduction of many criminals and villains that dared to break the law in Fair City. Ever since he took the post at age 32, Randall Homesfield has grown used to revolving door of various offenders that entered his court, ranging from the common jaywalker to a man who steals and attacks with a condiment ray. Homesfield took pride in his reputation as the judge who makes the final say that maintains the balance of justice along with living the picturesque life of a loving and loyal family man. Today was no different as District Attorney Sally Botsford had just finished her closing arguments in proving that the notorious villain known as The Butcher, was clearly guilty of robbing once again, Fair City's main bank. The villain had used sculptures made of delectable meat to distract hungry security and tellers while he snuck into the vaults to grab the cash. The Butcher would have almost gotten away with it if it weren't for Wordgirl and Captian Huggy Face showing up to stop him. Now Judge Homesfield, Mrs. Botsford, and the nervous looking Butcher were waiting for the jury to return to their seats and give the judge the final verdict on whether they have determined from the evidence should The Butcher be guilty or not. Neither Mrs. Botsford nor Judge Homesfield were worried. Unlike The Butcher, they both knew that the jury's decision would go in favor for the justice system. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

[supercorpsbian]

Entropy (part 1)

pair(s): Kara x Fifth Dimensional Imp!Reader, and all the other canon SG couples (Nia and Brainy, Kelly and Alex, etc)

content: slow burn ? but not really , hurt/comfort , eventual romance , wlw , kara x reader , reader needs therapy , reader is very socially anxious lmao

word count: 3,405

A/N: basically this whole thing is my HC's about the fifth dimension, mostly because of how vaguely it gets portrayed in supergirl! so yeah none of this is canon, I'm just making some stuff up as i go. I'd say that in my HCs the fifth dimension views the many earths as tv shows (like we see them, let's say), and maybe that's how Mxy found out about Kara in the first place! Also reader is fem presenting and uses She/Her pronouns!

As Cat Grant's new assistant, life wasn't easy, but you pulled through either way. You weren't Kara Danvers' assistant but Cat basically made you organize both schedules and bring her coffee even though Kara tried to reject it, she just didn't really like bossing people around, but as the new Editor in Chief of CatCo she needed to realize that she couldn't do everything on her own. Especially now that her secret was out there in the open.

You were Supergirl's biggest fan, watching her on TV and her adventures and her life for years. A while ago, a part of you just wished you could live in her dimension and be around her, especially after the finale of the show left you so unsatisfied. The fifth dimension has always been so boring, for some it's mind blowing and amazing, but as an Imp living by yourself in such a patriarchal society: it wasn't the best. And the third dimension just seemed so much easier, especially if you could use your magic to fix a few things here and there. However, migration laws were very strict unless you were married. And there was no way you'd marry some random guy for the rest of the eternity just to travel to another dimension. Your day-to-day activities were getting monotone and boring, your magic even seemed to weaken as your hopes and joy dissipated with each week passing by. Your parents always cared for you deeply, but they didn't understand you just wanted true freedom. If anything you wished Princess Nyxlygsptlnz could've gotten the AllStone totems and finally overthrow King Brpxz, this dimension really needed a new governor, but sure Kara didn't see that. All she was focused on was in stopping Nyxly, not questioning what she wanted the totems for.

But you still admired her and her adventures, ever since she came to earth her life was basically a reality show for the fifth dimension, you were surprised when Mxyzptlk appeared in season two. Everyone knew him, he was kinda like a celebrity but not the good kind. You immediately realized he even changed his appearance to woo Kara into falling for him, he was definitely the product of this ugly environment. It made you so happy to see how Kara defeated him by making him write his name backwards in Kryptonian. And then he appeared... Again? Now he was a good guy, good for him, sure. But something just made you feel so jealous. The fact that he got to freely travel around any dimensions like any other male Imp can, you just wished you were better at magic so you could at least fool some guards to leave. You felt hopeless for so long...

That until one night you were sitting on the floor in your living room, rewatching Supergirl, a wish came out of your mouth softly.

"I wish I could meet Kara..." You whispered as the intro of the show played in your giant orb. Usually your mumbles and whispers would go unnoticed by your family, and this one did, but something else noticed it. A bright blue light flooded the room, making you teleport to behind your couch immediately. When the light softened you peeked your head, glaring at the orb that was now just glowing with many little blue lights dancing inside of it, like they wanted to escape. You sat back down and took a deep breath.

"What are we hiding from?" You heard a familiar voice by your side, scaring the living crap out of you.

Yelling you immediately teleported back to where you were sitting, the unknown man got up, finally revealing himself.

"Hi! I'm Mxyzptlk, but my friends call me Mxy." He gave you a mischievous smile and handed you a small card.

"DUDE FUCK YOU!" You pushed him away, still terrified as you ran to the kitchen to get your parents.

"HEY! Mind your manners! I was just driving by the neighborhood and heard a pure hearted wish, and who am I to deny a wish to someone so awesome?" He was now sitting on the kitchen counter, eating an apple as he spoke to you.

"What do you want from me? Huh?" You walked backwards until you were back at the kitchen door, not taking your eyes off of him.

"So... My friend, Kara Danvers. She needs help, not urgent help, but she needs... A new perspective. Lena Luthor left to find more about her mom and practice magic, so Kara is really lonely, and her life isn't going really well. She just needs a new someone in her life, even if it's just a friend." His words were confusing, was he trying to be a wingman for you?

"How the fuck do you know me-"

"Language!" He spoke from behind you, making you turn around to face him. "So I'm friends with you dad and he keeps complaining about how you can't find a good husband and other stuff. My past self would've helped him, but instead I want to help you. As you may know I can travel through dimensions freely, so, I want to give you a chance. And I know you're a Supergirl fan." He mischievously pointed to the paused episode in your orb. You knew Mxyzptlk had changed over the years, but you still were unsure.

"What am I supposed to do? Once I get to the third dimension?" You asked hesitantly as you walked back to the living room, staring at your orb.

"So... You can't use your magic-" Your head snapped towards him, was he serious? If anything you needed your magic there! It was way more powerful in lower dimensions.

"Nope. Declined." You plopped down on your couch, crossing your arms over your chest as he sat down right by your side.

"Listen! Kara's friends can track fifth dimensional energy. If they find you like that they'll think you're like Nyxly or something and you'll be in trouble." You gave him a mean side eye as you thought about it. "I'll make some arrangements and find you a Job at CatCo and a nice apartment at Kara's building. If you want to, you can later tell her the truth, but she really needs something new in her life, and I think it'd benefit both you and her." He held your hands in his, giving you puppy eyes which made you creep out and snap your hands out of his grasp.

"And how do I know you're the real Mxyzptlk and not some scammer?" You cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I guess you'll just have to trust me." He gave you a smile and you rolled your eyes, just trying to recall how to say your own name backwards just in case this freak was an imposter. You knew your dad was acquaintances with Mxy back in his bad years but you never thought they were that close.

"Fine." You shook his hand and in that moment your orb glowed again, forcing you to close your eyes, and when you opened them you suddenly were all by yourself in an apartment, very similar to Kara's but yours was decorated in a more cold color palette (mostly blues and purples). And you had way less furniture. Still shocked, not knowing how you could check whether or not this was the third dimension you walked around, it sure was made to your liking, although it needed some more furniture. Taking a deep breath you felt the fifth dimension stronger than ever, yes, this was it. Excitedly you self toured your apartment, finding everything unpacked as if you've been living here for months already, except for a few boxes all around the house, to give the impression that you were a brand new neighbor. And a handwritten note by Mxyzptlk on the front door.

"Kara is your next door neighbor, and you'll have a job interview at CatCo tomorrow, good luck. :) -Mxy"

Your smile grew bigger as you finally got the new life you've been begging for so long.

[Now back to the present]

After three months on the third dimension one thing was sure: You were tired. Not being able to use your magic meant a lot of walking and a lot of carrying things around, but you were getting the hang of it. Although you haven't mustered the courage to take any steps with Kara. You could usually hear her and her friends having fun on game night or whenever she sobbed loudly while watching Wizard of Oz, but she never realized you were her neighbor. And at work it was pretty much the same, she'd just say 'Hi', 'Thanks' 'Goodbye' to you, she didn't even know your name. Most of your day to day conversations were with Cat Grant, who didn't even get your name right, but she was sweet deep inside. She even reminded you of your own mother. And by now you knew her favorite meals and every single specification about them, and you also knew Kara's favorite coffee but you weren't going to reveal you knew that one from 'the show'.

Your day-to-day now was basically just staring at Kara from your desk and sketching little drawings of her face or daily outfits on post-it notes that you kept underneath your keyboard. And that's what you were doing until Cat sneaked behind you and almost made you fall off your chair.

"Oh, so you're an artist?" She spoke loudly as she leaned over to have a better view of your little sketch.

"Miss Grant!" You yelped, turning your chair around so it'd block the view from your computer. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Your heart was beating loudly while you stared at the woman who was towering over you while squinting her eyes.

"You have a crush on Kara? Woah, what a shocker." She rolled her eyes as she walked to the new office that was built just for her weeks ago, right where the superfriends used to meet in season one.

You immediately got up and nervously walked behind her, you knew nothing escaped Cat, you saw how she knew all along Kara's identity, but you didn't expect this to happen to you.

"No, no- Miss Grant, I just usually draw what I see, it's a hobby, I've even drawn you and other colleagues here and not only Miss Danvers. I even draw animals sometimes!"

She stopped on her tracks, making you accidentally bump against her back. You quickly took two steps back and began apologizing profusely until she raised a finger, a clear signal for you to shut up.

"I'll help you. Kara needs someone. If only you could hear how she whines for that Luthor girl you'd go crazy. Plus from what I've seen you have a nice personality. And you're not ugly... I'll see what I can do for you, now bring me a cheeseburger from Noonan's. I'm giving myself a treat for being so generous." You silently nodded as she gave you a company credit card, your whole face blushing while you walked to the elevator. Said elevator was about to close when you heard a woman yell for someone to stop it, so you did. And you realized how bad your luck could get, because out of ALL the people in this office it had to be Kara Danvers the one inside the elevator with you.

You tried to play it cool as you stared at the panel in front of you, trying to not attract her attention.

"Did Cat send you on a random quest?" She spoke cheerfully after a couple seconds, making your heart race again.

"Yeah- No-... I mean- Kind of...? She wants a cheeseburger."

"No onions, extra pickles, and just a tiny dot of mustard right in the middle-" You both spoke at the same time, then stared at each other silently. That until Kara broke the silence with the most beautiful laughter you've ever heard, so much it made you laugh too.

"You're great, it took me a bit to memorize all that." She complimented you as she gave you a bright smile.

"Thanks... It's good to hear that from Miss Danvers herself, you were a hero before being Supergirl just by working for Cat." Now you fired back, also smiling at her as you felt butterflies flying though all of your body.

"I have to admit, Lex Luthor was easier to deal with." She joked as the elevator doors opened, making you realize the nice moment was over, it made your smile fade slightly as you both hopped off. You just waved at Kara as you took a step towards the restaurant. "Uhm- Actually, I was going to get lunch for myself, if you want I can get you something too." She stopped you by putting her hand on your shoulder.

"Oh no! There's no need, I don't-"

"C'mon! I can give you more Cat Tips, I invented them when I found Cat the first replacement assistants." She gave you that sweet smile again, almost making you melt and you just nodded. The two of you got to Noonan's quickly and it was fairly empty, which was good because usually you knew people would just get all around Kara to ask her questions, but now it was just you two, maybe six to seven people eating on their respective tables, and the workers.

"I'd like a dozen donuts and my regular coffee and for the lady right here..." She turned around to you, making you snap back to reality.

"U-Uh... A slice of chocolate cake will be fine." You gave her a wobbly smile as you fidgeted with the credit card in your hand.

"Are you sure? Please don't worry, it's all on me. Or maybe we can order some sushi? Nia told me she was craving some..."

"I- I'll order Cat's food and then we can go from there." You took her out of her thoughts, she just nodded while you turned around to the worker and placed Cat's order, which was ready almost instantly along with Kara's and your cake slice, all to go.

The two of you kept making small talk as you headed back to the office, you felt bad having to excuse yourself but you knew Cat Grant cannot wait.

"Here's your food Miss Grant." You put the paper bag on her desk and as you were walking out you heard her voice again.

"W/n. Where's my drink? I clearly asked you for a sparkling water." No she didn't, but you felt your face go pale as you remembered she had specific drinks for each food item. If you weren't so distracted by Kara maybe you would have remembered that, but now you only had two options: Owning up to your mistakes or... No. You couldn't do that. If you did there was a very high risk of the superfriends finding you and thinking you may be hostile. Or maybe the DEO, you didn't knew if it was already built back yet.

Either way it was risky... But it was just sparkling water, how much magic would you need for that? Probably the slightest bit, and maybe it'd go unnoticed by their sensors. Plus if you got fired you didn't want it to be over water. Breathing deep you snapped your fingers softly, the sparkling water appearing on your hands with a blue shine right before you turned around.

"Sorry! I was so distracted I forgot to hand it to you." You smiled nervously as you gave the woman the plastic bottle which she examined briefly, giving you a quick hand gesture which meant you were free to go now. That was definitely a stressful moment, but since you didn't see any of the superfriends around the building other than Kara chatting with Nia at her office you felt safe. Maybe this meant you could do some other tricks here and there, you just had to be careful, right?

[Meanwhile in the tower.]

Brainy was simply checking that everything was alright that day, then he'd go to buy Nia some lunch and take it to CatCo, an easy plan right? Unless something like the little alert on his screen ruined it.

"Hey, has anybody talked to Mxy lately?" Brainy turned on his comm device, sending the message to everyone.

He just got negative responses from everyone, which made him even more worried, this spark of fifth dimensional energy seemed so powerful yet it was so brief. Like it had been charging for a long time waiting to be let loose. And that wasn't a good sign, especially without Mxyzptlk around.

"I got a fifth dimensional energy signal coming from... CatCo. Nia, Kara I'm on my way, try searching the building but silently, we don't want to cause panic." He immediately turned on his image inductor and flew to CatCo, landing on the heliport and being greeted by his blonde friend.

"I searched the whole building, twice, and didn't find anything. Nia is in my office trying to see if she can dream about who's our fifth dimensional suspect." Kara was unconsciously doing the Supergirl pose although she was still wearing her usual office clothes, her face scrunched in worry.

"Okay... We need to see if it was Mxy, so we need to-"

"Mr. Mxyzptlk!" Kara yelled into the sky above, and the man appeared right beside them.

"You don't need to yell, bestie. I'm literally right here." He pretended to clean his ear with his pinky as he turned around to see Kara and Querl.

"We got a fifth dimensional energy signal here in CatCo. Was it you?" Brainy asked still deadpanning Mxyzptlk as the Imp's face seemed to go pale.

"Uh- Yeah! Of course. I was about to give Kara a visit but I saw how busy she was so I just left immediately. I was actually on my way back to the fifth dimension. My mom hasn't seen her favorite son in a while. Goodbye!" The man didn't even let them speak before snapping his fingers and disappearing, leaving both Kara and Brainy really confused yet somehow relieved by the fact the energy wasn't anything dangerous, allegedly.

"Kara... I think he's lying. It wasn't like his usual energy. This was a spark of colossal fifth dimensional energy, something like turning a switch on and off very quickly, usually Mxyzptlk hangs around leaving large trails of fifth dimensional energy, this isn't like him."

"We'll get to the bottom of this, I promise. Meanwhile... I think Nia may be hungry, what if we all go to eat something?" Kara suggested, laying her hand on the man's shoulder as he still looked unsure about the whole situation, but the Coluan just nodded, following Kara back to her office.

[...]

You sat down on your desk eating the slice of cake Kara had bought for you, smiling as you felt like your day was getting slightly better, especially since Cat Grant hasn't had the need to yell your name in the past thirty minutes or so. You finally felt like your life was going smoothly. Maybe Mxyzptlk was really a good man. Closing your eyes while enjoying one of the last bites of your cake you opened them just to find yourself sitting inside a broom closet. Confused, you immediately got up and looked around in the darkness until someone turned on the lights.

"I told you not to use your magic!" It had to be him.

"Hey! Don't yell at me! I wasn't using my magic, I was just eating my cake, which if you excuse me I might buy myself another slice." You tried to open the door but it was locked. "Mxyzptlk..." Looking back at him he just gave you a worried look.

"Please, Y/n. Don't use your magic until you gain Kara's trust. That's all I ask you for, especially since you could literally go to jail-" He then covered his own mouth, and turned around, his back facing you.

"WHAT- JAIL?!" Your jaw was on the floor, he surely had some explaining to do.

"Okay so- Maybe I... Broughtyouhereillegallysoifthesupremecourtfindsoutyou'reherewebothmayendupinjailandthatwouldn'tbereallynice-" He finished his sentence by gasping for air loudly, then he snapped his fingers and suddenly you were back on your desk, your mind still wondering how the fuck did you get into all this.

[to be continued]

[fourseasonsfigs]

Die or Go

This fig has a special place in my heart, because this scene was the gif on my Tumblr feed way back when that actually convinced me to watch this show.

To be fair, my resistance had already been worn down by a gif of this scene:

But as gorgeous as this was (and oh, is it), it was this particular scene with the beggar gang that changed my life made me say wow, this could be good, I'll give this show a try.

I don't even know how many times I re-watched this scene, since the answer may incriminate me but I love this so much that when I had the opportunity to buy one of the costumes, this was the one I picked.

Ah, just incredible. I've been sitting here hypnotically watching my own video clip on loop, it's just as good every single time it replays!

But we have a fig to talk about, so onwards and upwards!

The box arrived fairly beat up, so I was a little concerned. The fig isn't resin, but still this is never a fun thing to see. Plus, I like the artwork on the box!

The fig arrived with a base and the unfortunate Vice-Captain of the Dazhi Beggar Clan. Maybe he should have gone into law!

Here's our philanthropist just by himself - he's totally freely removable from the base. No tabs or magnets or anything. I believe this is so you can pose him however you like, as you'll see a little bit later.

And now here he is sitting on the base. While you can of course pose him in any direction you like, his hand fits neatly here over the unfortunate Vice-Captain.

The motion on this fig is a dream. I love the swirly robes, the hair, the whole look.

Per usual with PVC figs wrapped up in their protective bag, the fan was bent a bit when it arrived, so I carefully pushed it back into position. With as many times as I had re-watched this scene, I don't think I had ever noticed his fan was partially open like this, but I just re-confirmed, it sure is.

The robes look so good! The fig maker did a fantastic job on this one.

My apologies for the indignity, Lao Wen - I just wanted to show how well modeled the entire fig is all the way around.

We'll do two top down views so you can get both sides. I think they did a nice job on the guan.

Just gorgeous. I love this fig so much!

This fig is the first in a whole Wenzhou set, and came with an optional side purchase of a puzzle piece. I always add the add-ons regardless, but this was so cute I'm not sure how I would have resisted anyway! Unlike the New Year Special figs, this isn't a magnet, simply a plastic puzzle piece.

The poor beat up box, and the spoiler for the next fig in the set (come back and see it tomorrow!). You can here why the fig is freely removable from the base, precisely so you can do something just like this box pose!

Material: PVC for the fig, and resin for the base

Fig Count: 206

Scene Count: 18 (I don't think this quite qualifies as a scene)

Rating: So hospitable!

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