#I will admit that I thrive off the validation

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie, I wanted to ask you how the Lecter family would react if the reader were like Chloe from Life is Strange.

Hannibal Lecter Sr. (1991 Hannibal)

Hannibal Sr. would be equal parts amused and frustrated by you. He appreciates intelligence and wit, and you have both—but your reckless behavior? Your defiance? That would irritate him. Because he knows you can do better.

“You mistake impulsiveness for bravery. A dangerous miscalculation, my little lamb. If only you’d let yourself see how much potential you possess…you would understand why I am pushing you so hard.”

At first, he might try to control you—subtly steering your behavior with calm authority. If you mock him? Oh, now you have his full attention. “You enjoy provoking me. I wonder—do you seek a reaction, or do you simply wish to see what I am capable of? To see if I will end up abandoning you? Rejecting you? Either way, I will never give up on you.”

If you keep challenging him however, he’d eventually lean into a more intense approach—cool, calculated, and deeply manipulative. He sees potential in you, but if you refuse to be shaped? He will either break you down or lose interest entirely. But Hannibal Sr. is not one to back down from a challenge…so he will stay. For as long as it takes.

Hannibal Lecter Jr. (2013 Hannibal)

Oh, he would love your sharp tongue and rebellious streak. He would never get visibly annoyed—he’s too composed for that—but every time you get sarcastic with him? He’d just smirk, like he’s waiting for you to say something truly impressive. Because he knows you will.

“Ah, so much fire in you. But tell me, Y/N—how often does it burn you in the end? Is it the reason you are being so rebellious? Are you angry? Sad? Desperate? Do you secretly wish for attention and validation from others and it is the reason you act the way you do? Do you wish to be seen? And loved?”

If you try to push him away, he’d just become more intrigued. He sees your pain under all that bravado, and he’d love to slowly unravel it.

“You hide behind sharp words and reckless choices. But deep down, you are waiting for someone to understand you. Aren’t you?”

If you let him in, he would make it dangerous—turning your chaotic energy into something refined, something with purpose. And if you reject his attempts? He’d simply wait.

“You’ll come around eventually. Or you won’t. Either way, I will still enjoy watching you and learn how to love you the way you want to be loved.”

Morgan Hannibal

Morgan would pretend not to care about your attitude, but oh, it would get under his skin. He hates unpredictability, and you? You are pure unpredictability. “I am genuinely curious. Do you ever think before you act?”

He’d try to write you off as just another reckless idiot in this household—but the more he watches you, the more he realizes there’s something deeper to you. “You act like nothing matters. But I think that’s just bullshit. You do care…you just don’t wanna admit it.”

If you ever show vulnerability, he’d immediately back off, pretending like he didn’t notice. Because if he acknowledges it? It means he cares, and he does not want to care about someone like you. But if you get close to him? He’d start protecting you, even when you don’t want it. He would constantly try to stop you from making reckless choices—to save you. Morgan’s biggest struggle would be balancing his irritation and his concern for you—because, whether he admits it or not? He does care.

Kevin Hannibal

Kevin would be entertained by you. He thrives on chaos, and you? You are walking chaos. Unlike the others, he wouldn’t try to change you—if anything, he’d encourage your worst tendencies. “What’s the plan today? Pissing someone off? Getting into trouble? Whatever it is…I’m in.”

He’d challenge you constantly—who can be louder, who can be funnier, who can pull off the craziest stunt. But if he ever catches a hint of sadness beneath your sarcasm? He would immediately try to soothe your pain. “Hey…you okay? You look like shit. I am like…concerned. What’s going on?”

Kevin would be one of the few who actually lets you be yourself—never judging, never forcing you to change. But if anyone hurts you? Oh, he is not forgiving that. “You mess with Y/N, you mess with me. And I do not let things go.”

Kevin is the type to match your energy, but also quietly look out for you, whether you realize it or not.

Peter Hannibal

Peter would be so conflicted about you. On one hand, your loud, chaotic energy terrifies him—you’re reckless, unpredictable, and constantly dragging him into trouble. “Y/N, please, I—oh my God, why are you like this?!”

But on the other hand? He adores you. You make him feel alive, even when he’s panicking the entire time. “Okay, okay, we’re doing this—wait, no, I changed my mind—Y/N, STOP!”

He’d be the one constantly begging you to be careful, but also following you anyway. And if anyone dares to insult you? Oh, that’s where he draws the line. “You don’t get to talk about Y/N like that! They—they’re reckless, and—and frustrating, but they’re amazing, so shut up!”

Peter would always worry about you, but he’d also be fiercely loyal—even if you make his life twenty times more stressful.

[speechless-illusions]

I kept seeing people on Tiktok saying "Suzanne ended Hayffie" "I'm proud I never shipped them" and even trying to flip the narrative and bring the age difference discourse and the "she met him when he was a minor!!" cards to try and make the ship become "problematic" and tie it to the recent "ship police/purity" witch hunt (ironic, after reading a whole book about the dangers of propaganda) so other people turn to hate it now.

And I'm so surprised because to me, an avid Hayffie shipper since day 1 (more than a decade in this ship, I won't get off now or never), Hayffie has never been so validated as with this book. Suzanne has given us SO MUCH CONTENT.

The makeup case scene? Her putting flowers on Haymitch's shirt? Both are very intimate scenes to me. Her being the last one she saw before entering the arena (her eyes being the last thing he focused on before going into that hell) AND first friendly one to see after he got out? Her making sure he knew that even after how the Capitol portrayed him, she believed he was a good person? Her making sure to check on him during the whole time he was in those capitol parties (and we know what depravities the capitol people made victors do. She maybe was checking noone did anything to him)? I even saw a comment on a Hayffie edit saying that in how grey Haymitch's life turned after his games, Effie was there every birthday of his after that, wearing rainbow colored clothes and trying to bring a positive attitude...

YOU CAN'T TELL ME SUZANNE DIDN'T PURPOSELY GIVE US ALL THIS CONTENT OF THEM

I'll admit I was a bit sad after seeing no mention of her in the epilogue and seeing so many people saying the "goose mate for life" thing completely invalidated them. And then I stumbled upon a comment here on Tumblr that made me go investigate and...

It turns out the "Goose mate for life" means once goose choose a partner, they'll be with that parner until one of them dies, then have a long mourning period, but then CAN and sometimes DO find a new partner after all of that.

I CAN'T THINK SUZANNE DIDN'T KNOW THIS. AND I'M THRIVING AT THE IMPLICATIONS

All I hope, and want to believe, is that this book, just as how Haymitch tells his story to Peeta and Katniss, is finally his way to reconcile with everything and with Lenore, to finally let go of the feelings of regret and guilt. And realise he can have someone by his side to help him cross this world before he finally gets reunited with her again in the other. I believe Effie is that person to him and I'll always still do.

P.S. Knowing most of Effie's development and their relationship sparkled from the movies and not the original books I can't help but pray the director of the SOTR movie has something prepared for us... Maybe if the put the epilogue in the movie, we'll see Effie with Haymitch there 👀

[phoenixrisingastro]

The Dark Side of the Moon 🌑

Every Moon sign has a shadow. It’s the part of yourself you wish wasn’t there, but it always comes out when emotions get the better of you. Let’s explore the toxic trait each Moon sign struggles with but rarely wants to admit.

Aries Moon

You’re the emotional firecracker of the zodiac. When something sets you off, everyone within a 10-mile radius will feel it. Aries Moons can’t help but react in the moment—they’ll yell, slam doors, and walk out before calming down five minutes later. But here’s the problem: while you’re quick to move on, others aren’t. People can feel blindsided by your emotional outbursts, and sometimes, they never quite recover. You mean well, but your “act now, think later” tendencies can leave behind emotional wreckage you didn’t intend to cause.

Taurus Moon

Comfort is everything to you—sometimes to your detriment. You’ll cling to toxic relationships, bad habits, or outdated routines just because they feel familiar. Taurus Moons fear instability, so you stay in situations that no longer serve you, convincing yourself it’s “better than nothing.” But deep down, you know you’re playing it safe. This stubborn loyalty might seem admirable on the surface, but it often holds you back from real growth. Your challenge? Learning to let go when something (or someone) stops nourishing your soul.

Gemini Moon

You process emotions at lightning speed—too fast, sometimes. Gemini Moons are masters of compartmentalization, stuffing feelings into neatly labeled boxes and pretending they don’t exist. You distract yourself with endless conversations, new hobbies, or scrolling through memes, but the truth is, those unprocessed emotions are still there, waiting to ambush you. People think you’re carefree, but you often feel emotionally scattered, unsure of what’s real and what’s just noise. Your gift is your adaptability, but your challenge is learning to sit with your feelings instead of running from them.

Cancer Moon

You’re the emotional nurturer of the zodiac, but your depth comes with claws. When you feel betrayed, your go-to move is the silent treatment or passive-aggressive remarks that cut deep. Cancer Moons don’t forget hurt easily—you replay it, nurse it, and sometimes use it as armor to protect yourself from future pain. But this emotional self-defense can isolate you, leaving others feeling like they can’t reach you. Your strength is your emotional intuition, but your shadow lies in learning to forgive, both yourself and others.

Leo Moon

You thrive on love and recognition—it’s what fuels your soul. But when that attention isn’t there, the shadow side of your pride emerges. Leo Moons can get defensive, dramatic, or overly self-focused when they feel ignored or underappreciated. You’ll never admit how deeply rejection stings, so you cover it up with bravado or an “I don’t care” act that fools no one. Beneath the surface, you just want to feel valued. Your challenge is finding that validation within yourself instead of always seeking it from others.

Virgo Moon

Your inner critic is relentless. Virgo Moons analyze every interaction, dissecting what went wrong and how you could’ve been “better.” This self-imposed pressure creates an emotional loop where nothing feels good enough—not your relationships, your work, or even yourself. People think you’re put together because you rarely show your vulnerability, but inside, you’re constantly questioning your worth. Your superpower is your ability to problem-solve, but your shadow lies in learning to embrace imperfection—both in yourself and others.

Libra Moon

You’ll do anything to keep the peace—even if it means lying to yourself. Libra Moons crave harmony, and you’ll bend over backward to avoid conflict, often ignoring your own needs in the process. But this constant people-pleasing builds resentment, and when you finally reach your limit, you explode in a way no one expects. It’s hard for you to admit when you’re angry because you hate feeling “selfish,” but putting yourself first isn’t selfish—it’s necessary. Your journey is about learning to balance your own needs with others’.

Scorpio Moon

Your emotions run as deep as the ocean, and you feel everything with an intensity most people can’t handle. Scorpio Moons are masters of emotional control, but when that control slips? Chaos ensues. Jealousy, suspicion, and revenge are your go-to defenses when you feel threatened. You hold people to impossibly high standards of loyalty, but sometimes, your walls are the very thing blocking intimacy. Your strength is your resilience, but your shadow is learning to trust—both yourself and the people who truly care for you.

Sagittarius Moon

Freedom is your drug, and anything that feels like emotional “weight” makes you bolt. Sagittarius Moons have a hard time sticking around when things get too heavy or complicated—they’d rather crack a joke and change the subject than deal with the hard stuff. But deep down, this avoidance keeps you from truly connecting with others. People admire your optimism, but sometimes it feels like you’re emotionally unavailable. Your challenge is learning that freedom doesn’t mean running—it’s about facing life head-on and growing from it.

Capricorn Moon

Your emotional walls are skyscraper high. Capricorn Moons hate feeling vulnerable, so you bury your emotions under work, responsibilities, and a “nothing can break me” attitude. People see you as strong, but they don’t realize how heavy it is to carry the world on your shoulders. You fear being judged for showing weakness, but in doing so, you miss out on the support and love you desperately crave. Your strength is your resilience, but your shadow lies in letting people in.

Aquarius Moon

You process emotions intellectually rather than emotionally, which makes you seem detached. Aquarius Moons care deeply about humanity as a whole but often struggle to connect on a personal level. People might feel like you’re “there but not there,” leaving them confused about where they stand with you. Your challenge is learning that vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s the bridge to real connection.

Pisces Moon

You feel everything—your emotions, other people’s emotions, the entire world’s emotions. Pisces Moons are incredibly compassionate but often lack boundaries, letting others drain their energy. When life gets overwhelming, your first instinct is to escape, whether through daydreams, distractions, or avoidance. Your gift is your empathy, but your shadow is learning to protect your energy without shutting yourself off from the world.

What’s your Moon sign, and does this hit home? Drop your thoughts below.

[snakes-and-fluff]

The more I think about it, the more I realise the game Milgram was rigged from the start. Obviously Milgram is inherently cruel; obviously it was never going to end well. But I think with the specific cast of 10 they put in there, every one of them had some aspect or other that caused them to take to Milgram worse.

Yuno and Kazui: two self-proclaimed liars. If Guilty, would lean more into their lies and lose themselves but if Innocent have to face the fact that they are lying, and lose the one thing that they had in place to protect themselves - we've just seen this happen with both of them, and now they're both in extreme pain because of it.

People who thrive off external validation: Haruka and Muu. There was no way they'd ever come out the other end of the judgement hell prison looking remotely the same as when they went in. And they'd always find each other and tie their fates together in some fashion or other.

The man who needed a place to belong: Fuuta. As I've said before, I think he was always going to find somebody to follow in the footsteps of - he always needed a role model and in the murder-hell-prison he doesn't exactly have a perfect crop to choose from.

Amane was raised in an awful environment but she never got to experience normalcy; she just got dragged from one hell to another - of course she'd never react well. When Guilty she retreated into her previous teachings since at least there was a semblance of safety for her there, but there's no telling how a T1 Inno would've gone - if anything she might've discarded her old beliefs only to view Milgram itself with the same fervour.

Already unwell when he got here, Mikoto was only ever going to get worse. In the instance he got a T1 Inno, he never would've confronted himself about his murder and probably been liable to repeat it (possibly even within Milgram), and with the T2 ultimatum (Guilty means Mikoto goes, Inno means John goes) there was no good end, as leaving either one by themself would only cause them more pain.

Shidou wanted the death penalty, so a T1 Guilty clearly wouldn't have ended well. An Inno meant he fell back into old roles - at least in this timeline he was able to use his doctor skills to good use, but what if he wasn't? If pushed, wouldn't he just do it again: choose someone to save at the expense of someone else?

Mahiru... I'll admit, Mahiru's still an odd one to me. But we saw her break when she got her Guilty, and an Innocent wouldn't have helped her to see what she did wrong either. Perhaps she'd even have repeated her mistakes in Milgram itself.

And of course, instigator number 1, Kotoko. We've seen how she reacted when Innocent, becoming the enforcer for this horrible system, and of course she'd take offense if Guilty - even if it'd happened back in T1, she either would've been just as angry by being the one labelled "wrong" since she believes it's her job to punish ones like that or she would've broken completely, wondering if she has any purpose at all.

What was that line from Undercover again? You will, for sure, with a smile for sure Be pleased and satisfied

There was never any winning. Not for us, and certainly not for them.

[holydracii]

Colour Theory - spencer reid! ᥫ᭡

summary: A shopping trip for the perfect dress turns unexpectedly intimate when Spencer helps with a stuck zipper, leaving both of you flustered.

who? spencer reid x fem!reader

w/c: 1.1k

content warning - none? 🌀

"Spencer! I brought you here for more than a ‘yeah, that’s nice’!"

You swatted the crossword puzzle from his hands, sending the folded newspaper fluttering onto the department store couch beside him.

Spencer Reid, FBI genius and reluctant shopping companion, sighed dramatically, running a hand through his disheveled curls. "I just don’t understand why this requires such an extensive process," he muttered, crossing his long legs. "Statistically, decision fatigue sets in after prolonged exposure to too many choices. It’s a psychological phenomenon—"

"Yeah, yeah, decision fatigue," you cut in, already too familiar with his endless encyclopedia of facts. "But unfortunately for me, I can't justify spending more than thirty bucks on a dress unless I have immensevalidation. Which is where you come in."

His mouth quirked in amusement. "I fail to see how my presence provides any meaningful validation."

"You’re an FBI profiler, Spencer. You analyze people for a living. Surely you can analyze my outfit choices."

He let out a long-suffering sigh and uncrossed his legs. "Fine. Continue your quest for the perfect dress."

You smirked in victory before disappearing back into the dressing room.

This wasn't just any shopping trip—it was a mission. A black-tie gala loomed in your near future, and your ex would be there. You hadn't planned on attending, but your position in the company made your presence non-negotiable. The problem? You couldn’t just roll in wearing the same overused bridesmaid dress you'd worn to every semi-formal event in recent memory. You needed something that said I’m thriving, look how good I look without you, and unfortunately, that wasn’t a department store clearance rack kind of confidence.

The rest of the BAU women had partners, kids, or both to attend to. And asking Rossi? Well, that would have just resulted in him spoiling you with an absurdly expensive designer gown, and you really didn’t need that kind of judgmental generosity today.

So, Spencer it was.

The poor man had stupidly agreed, assuming this errand would take an hour at most. That had been over two hours ago.

Now, he was slouched on the fitting room bench, his tie loosened, his cardigan unbuttoned, and his patience thinning.

"You look good in all of them," he said, dramatically rubbing his temple. "Just pick one so we can go get coffee and pastries. I’m starving."

You turned to him, hands on your hips. "Not gonna work on me, puppy dog eyes. You agreed. You stay."

Spencer sighed, jutting out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout before slumping further into his seat. "Fine."

You turned back to the mirror, eyeing the current dress. It was a deep emerald green, fitted in all the right places but somehow… off.

"This one’s pretty, but the color’s wrong," you mused aloud, turning slightly. "Don’t you think?"

Spencer studied you with the same intensity he usually reserved for crime scenes. "Well, studies show that color significantly impacts first impressions. In fact, between 62% and 90% of a person’s initial judgment is based on color alone. Additionally, 85% of purchase decisions are influenced by color psychology—"

"Spencer."

He blinked.

"Yay or nay?"

"Nay."

With a huff, you disappeared back into the dressing room, continuing your battle against a seemingly endless sea of dresses. Spencer, meanwhile, picked up his crossword again, filling in a few squares before hearing a sudden yelp from behind the dressing room door.

His head snapped up.

"Are you okay?" he called, already rising to his feet.

"Uh—yes and no," you admitted. "I need help. The zipper’s stuck. I think it caught my hair."

Spencer hesitated, his fingers flexing at his sides. "Are you… decent?"

"Yes, Spencer," you said, exasperated. "Just get in here!"

He took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The dressing room was small, and suddenly, Spencer was acutely aware of just how little space separated the two of you. His eyes flickered to the mirror, where your reflection met his—your dress was stunning, deep navy blue with delicate beading along the bodice, the fabric hugging your figure in a way that made his throat dry.

He cleared his throat. "Right. The zipper."

You nodded, turning so your back was to him. "It’s stuck at the top. I think a strand of hair got caught."

Spencer stepped closer, his hands hovering near your back. Carefully, he placed one hand on your waist, his long fingers pressing lightly into the fabric.

Your breath hitched.

Spencer swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus. The scent of your perfume—soft, warm, utterly you—drifted between you, mingling with the faint traces of his cologne. His fingers grazed the zipper, finding where it had snagged.

"I’ve got it," he murmured, his voice lower than usual.

You nodded, staying perfectly still as his fingers worked at the caught strand of hair. The heat of his hand against your waist was distracting—his touch was gentle but steady, careful not to tug too hard.

Spencer was not unaffected.

His brain, usually a whirlwind of statistics and case files, was suddenly blank. He was hyper-aware of your proximity, of the way your skin warmed under his fingers, of the way you smelled like vanilla and something floral. He tried to ignore the way his pulse quickened when you shifted slightly, pressing closer in an attempt to give him a better angle.

"Almost…" he murmured.

You felt his breath ghost over your bare shoulder, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"There." His fingers slid the zipper down just enough to free your hair, but instead of stepping back, he hesitated, his hand still resting lightly on your waist.

You turned slightly, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you breathed.

The air between you was electric, charged with something unspoken but undeniable. Spencer’s fingers twitched against the fabric of your dress, and for a fleeting moment, you thought he might—

But then, he cleared his throat and stepped back so abruptly that he nearly tripped over the dressing room bench.

"Uh. There. Fixed. You’re free."

You turned to face him fully, catching the unmistakable flush creeping up his neck, the way he suddenly seemed to have no idea what to do with his hands.

"Thanks," you said softly.

Spencer nodded quickly, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Right. Well. I should—um—I’ll wait outside."

And with that, he practically fled the dressing room.

You stared after him, heart still pounding.

The zipper was fixed.

But something between you and Spencer had definitely just become more tangled.

[sonderblade]

I had an idea while watching TFP Season 2 episode 5 where Starscream teams up with Silas.

The way Starscream TRIES to be friendly or even have civil conversations with MECH soldiers and/or silas is SO interesting to me! It's when we see Starscream not be so cynical, mean, or plan to backstab someone like we don't see an implication that he would've once they got what they wanted. He was genuinely on board with going along with MECH. whenever he tries to show Silas genuine cooperation like in a scene where MECH finds energon, "Now we'll have enough Energon for our army!" Then Silas gives him a dirty look and Starscream's face turns DEJECTED and says "Your army..." LIKE?!? It's crazy to me that Starscream has so much potential in TFP to like humans or become attached. Wanted to make an AU where Silas realizes that Starscream, although horrible, manipulative, and always scheming- is so very lonely and he takes advantage of that, thinking he'll be nothing but useful information AT FIRST.

Imagine Starscream not knowing how to feel when MECH soldiers do begin talking and conversing back with him, they give him their time and thoughts, they'll tease but not bully, they protect HIM whenever they're out scouting for energon and run into enemies, and even though they're considered underlings, he can't help but feel... warmth towards them. Silas starts easing his doubts, learns about Megatron's treatment, and reaffirms how he was treated was wrong even though Starscream will say he knows it was and claims he doesn't want to be pitied while never admitting out loud that he likes the validation but Silas knows he does, Silas gives him his own room/space saying that since they're both in charge, it's only fitting that he does. Silas is surprised by how good Starscream is at his job. Let's not forget that Starscream was SIC and hid the nemesis for 3 years before Megatron's return while collecting massive amounts of Energon. Silas lets Starscream explore ideas that Megatron would always put down and treats him with some sort of respect, and Starscream THRIVES. MECH starts to become an actual problem, i mean, AGAIN, Starscream was SIC- imagine all the knowledge he has that could upgrade MECH significantly!! Starscream gets attached to Silas and half hates himself for it. Humans are beneath him yet they treated him so much better, welcomed him, and gave him a place to stay. He's no longer lonely, not powerless, and someone is actively choosing to stay and not hurt him. Silas's words have so much stability and he clings to it. Autobots and Decepticons don't accept him but MECH does... Silas does.

Starscream becomes afraid of letting Silas down, afraid that Silas will leave, afraid that Silas will get angry with him and he doesn't like what he's feeling. Why is he so hung up on what Silas feels? Why does he need his approval? Why doesn't he want him to leave? Why does he feel safe around them?

I feel like Silas would develop an attachment too but it takes a while. Silas becomes proud of Starscream's victories, starts to enjoy talking about their evil plans together at like 1 am, starts to enjoy his company to the point he likes being near him, likes being on the battlefield with him, and looks forward to what he's thinking. He does admit that he didn't expect them to work well at first but that he is glad they did and Starscream agrees. They slowly admit things to each other, giving off the smallest hints that they like/care for each other without having to say anything. It's not explicit love or obvious fawning, their development takes its time and it's sort of messy. They do get into arguments but have a mindset of "he'll be back". They do apologize to each other after if u can believe it, focusing their goal on destroying their enemies.

I can imagine an episode that focuses on these two developing their bond by putting them in places where the Autobots or Decepticons are fighting for something, they get involved, everyone fights, retreat happens, and it so happens that everyone involved is stranded in a cave system and need to get out but when the Autobots or Decepticons find Silas/MECH and Starscream separately from each other- that's when their loyalty is put to the test. They're ordering them to give each other up, why are they working together, and what are they planning and though they consider giving each other up, they don't even though they don't trust the other to do the same. And when they finally manage to escape and find themselves together again, it is awkward but also endearing:

Silas: "Glad to see you're not dead. I'll have to admit, I thought you were gonna sell me out."

SS: "I thought the same about you... But I decided that after everything you've done for me, it was the least I could do."

Silas: "How chivalrous of you."

SS: "Yes, yes, now let's get a move on, I'm sure our troops are waiting for us."

They walk towards the entrance of the tunnel,

...

SS: "I'm glad you're not dead too."

--

Another interesting story is Starscream helping Silas become a transformer. Let these two be insane together.

They both don't want to admit that they. Care. About each other. Or that they even have those feelings/thoughts at ALL. But still want the other to KNOW. and MECH soldiers are just watching this wondering when they'll finally get together. I need to draw this bad.

[shiny-holographic-star]

Sirene (1009) in synastry observations

In my defense, I'm a mutable dominant person, I can't keep up with schedules and thrive in my own chaos 💙

Sirene conjunct Sun in synastry can mean thst the Sirene person seeks the attention and validation of the sun person. I have this with my dad :') I also had it (loosely, 3° orb) with the mean girl of my class, and I have to admit that I did want her validation before and even after knowing how she really was. I just really wanted her approval for some reason?

In another situation, I was the sun and my crush the sirene. He would do things to grab my attention, and it did boost my ego. However, he would just naturally have all my attention lmao he didn't need to lift a finger for that.

With the same guy, his Sun squared my Sirene, and I swear he had a problem with me. Squares are supposed to bring internal tension, and both sides would be defensive of their principles. He was prideful and I was closed off. We had other conflicting aspects.

With the mean girl I also had my Sirene sextile her Uranus, and sometimes she would come to me and be more friendly. Truly unpredictable.

Maybe it was her Sirene sextile my Mars that made me desire a frienship with her, but her on an off attitude made me very angry.

I had my Sirene inconjunct a close friend's Sun, and I felt as if I wasn't super important in her life. She had other friends and other priorities. After high school we parted ways.

Positive aspscts btw Sirene and Jupiter (including the semisextile) makes the Jupiter person feel attracted (romantically or platonically) to the Sirene person. I have this with friends and crushes.

Sirene square Jupiter could mean that one of the two thinks that the other one is unapproachable or doesn't want their attention.

Having Sirene conjunct someone's Chiron might make the Chiron person feel that the Sirene person went through the same pain, like they were on the same boat. Chiron person might want to help or be on the Sirene's person side. I have this with a friend, me being the Chiron person, and I feelt that we had kind of a similar experience in high school.

It could also mean that the Chiron person can project their pain and insecurities on the Sirene person who just wanted to get close to them.

Sun semi-square Sirene can make the sun person too prideful to get closer to the Sirene person. I was the sun person and I couldn't get to lower my barriers with the Sirene person, I didn't know where the resistance was coming from.

Sirene in a positive aspect to Mercury can make the Mercury person want to talk or text with the Sirene person. Also, the Mercury person can like or be attracted to the Sirene person's voice.

However I did have my Mercury opposing a guy's Sirene, and I started to talk to him through social media. His Sirene was in my 11th house (technology, internet, social media).

[zylian]

players killing on the killing server is supposed to be normal, why is it not seen as normal??????? (ranting btw)

im just ticked off from how derap uninvited subz from egap hunting despite pangi getting his heart back and gear than literally a bit later he admits to killing bacon and saying hannah isn't valid for holding a grudge against him since it was so long ago (?????????????????)

why is it that those players above average at pvp get so harshly treated when everyone else is doing the same?!? (yknow for hearts)

scared? sure! but those who are scared flee and those who don't that stay to watch knowing they wouldn't get hurt still somehow fear them more- like whyyyy??

mapic is the prime example from how much players talk about him not caring (he does btw) and saying he kills anyone without reason when there is very much always a sound reason

theres also subz who can't do anything without everyone being slightly scared despite him being practically the only one to go back to the player that died and apologize

now i think minute & pentar are falling into this category with other players being wary of them purely cause they have the ability to kill and yet they actually do it to gain hearts and not for fun

its just so frustrating to see sometimes but i guess its whatever since the players treated like this actually don't care about what others say about them and just live their own little lives

with that! i hope minute and subz work together at some point like a duo, i think it would be fun to see since they're so similar yet opposite coded

need to see these little guys thrive + sunshield to thrive >.<

[wyvchard]

Another Hear Me Out (I have no idea where I'm going with this)

But what if Agent Phoenix is older than Reginald?

I know the vast majority of interpretations of Agent Phoenix tends to skew younger due to the audience, but can you imagine how much experience an Agent Phoenix in their late 40s to early 50s has? (Everyone's interpretation is valid, this is just a thought experiment.)

Assuming the theorized timeline's correct, this would put them in the right age to serve in WWII, which is one of the possible situations Reginald dealt with in his time as a field agent.

And in some dialogue, Reginald seems to talk about the agent's history like they've known each other for years with some dialogue, like that one about the messy hair from the third game IIRC.

His early game shrugging off of danger can now be interpreted as "we'll make light of this grim situation because we both lost too much and admitting how messed up this is would hurt more" instead of Reginald being dismissive towards new agents.

In this light, Phoenix might actually have volunteered to try out the new TK implants first to likely protect the younger agents from any risks because of that brain surgery.

The possible interpretations within this change could be huge. After all, depending on how you view John's age, Phoenix could view him as a kid still. Roxana's talk about legacy and leaving something behind? If they're the same age, it's less about "continuing to the next generation" but more on "use this to make sure the next generation still thrives".

It can also explain why Phoenix has the option of sitting in the missions, because standing can be quite tiring as one gets older. And the emphasis on "your mind is the best weapon"? What better way to prove it with an agent who uses their mind to keep up with the advancing tech?

(This is totally not me thinking about my Agent Phoenix's pa being the one to stop the death engine instead of them because he didn't choose to leave the agency. Totally.)

[liaromancewriter]

Captured Hearts

Premise: Right from the start, they knew, and it lit a fire that couldn’t be contained.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 800

A/N: I did this random GIF collection post a while back, and I kept wanting to write the fic. It was hard! Timeline-wise, it's set during Waiting for Dr. Ramsey. Submission to @choicesdecember2024 day 28 prompt "silence"

It had been a strange year.

Ethan Ramsey stood on the balcony overlooking the atrium, lost in deep thoughts as he reflected on how much his life had changed in mere months.

He had almost lost his mentor and thrown away his career. If he’d been self-aware back then, he would have understood he was burned out.

But he’d also met someone who understood him in a way that was simultaneously uncomfortable and comforting.

At thirty-six years old, he was no stranger to relationships. They were necessary if one didn’t want to be alone and lonely. Usually, he could predict the end before it had even begun.

And yet…

He, a man who saw the world in absolutes, was now living in the gray and unknown.

He’d broken all his self-imposed rules for Cassie Valentine—a secret relationship barely hours old and already making him nervous because the end was foggy at best and downright mystifying at worst.

Ethan mused he wasn’t the same man or doctor he’d been at the start of this intern year. Was that good or bad, or simply the way of things as one got older?

He’d certainly helped his fair share of young residents over the years. That was the job. But he’d never let one get close enough to crash through his walls.

He wasn’t ready for that still. Ethan shuddered, apprehension rising at the thought of letting anyone see what was hidden deep inside.

But he had agreed to give Cassie a chance, and the part of him that thrived on puzzles was itching to explore this new enigma.

What was it about her that had captured his heart? Privately, he could admit that he’d never been objective about her, no matter how much he’d professed otherwise.

Suddenly, he felt a gentle prick at the back of his head, a warmth infusing his entire being. He turned, glancing over his shoulder—and met her unsteady gaze.

Cassie Valentine felt run off her feet. The day, which had begun on an emotional high as she finally broke through Dr. Ramsey’s walls to reach Ethan, soon transformed into a physically demanding one.

She needed coffee more than she needed to breathe.

Okay, that was probably (definitely) an exaggeration. But that didn’t make how she felt less valid. Her feet agreed, carrying her to the coffee cart in the lobby by way of the scenic route: the lookout point above the atrium.

It was one of her favorite spots in the hospital. From the balcony, one could watch the ballet of life unfold—nurses hurrying with purpose, families embracing with relief and patients finding moments of quiet resilience.

Small moments of connection, comfort and quiet determination played out below, and she could take heart in playing a small—minuscule, really—role in each of them.

She faltered at the sight of the familiar broad back leaning against the railing. Dark, neatly trimmed hair rested just above the collar of his white coat, perfectly in place yet soft to the touch.

She had run her fingers through it the last night they’d spent together, holding on to the moment as if it could last forever. Wishing for time to stand still, for the earth to stop spinning so the night would never end.

Cassie had wanted him from the moment they met, or so it seemed sometimes. She had certainly flirted with him, but in an automatic way that one does when meeting a really cute guy.

But he hadn’t captured her heart truly until they spent the night looking after Baby Hudson. From then on, she hadn’t given other men any serious consideration.

She’d fought with him, broken the rules with him and been sad with him when Naveen’s case had felt hopeless.

The muscles in his arms rippled as he gripped the handrail with those beautiful long fingers that had been inside her. He had teased her with his hands and mouth until she screamed his name in ecstasy.

She’d felt all the highs with him, too.

Cassie blushed as memories rushed in. His hesitation when the door to her bedroom closed behind them. Her boldness as her lips closed around his length.

This was not the time or place, she thought, tugging at her collar as warmth crept up her neck. Hadn’t they agreed just a few hours ago to be circumspect at work?

Cassie started to turn away before her X-rated thoughts got her into trouble when she found herself in Ethan’s crosshairs.

Her cheeks flushed with warmth as they stared at each other under the sunlit glass ceiling. Soft blue eyes regarded bright green ones, a hundred million tiny sparks of electricity sending a single silent message across the divide.

Hey, I can’t believe you captured my heart.

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[educatedsimps]

Hi, could you possibly write a osamu miya x reader fic ? For the scenario i don’t really know sorry, but could the reader be rather quiet, reserved but not shy (idk if that makes sense), has hard time expressing themselves/their emotions, like quite bad at feelings yk, and the reader just slowly learn how to trust and open themselves thanks to the help, patient and insistence of osamu. And could the characters just be asexual please? Anyway, I really like your work, it's always great and fun, hope you have a nice day

— sunshine in the rain, miya osamu

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miya osamu x f!reader

a/n: LOL MOOOOOOOD It's just hard to speak to people and share about my thoughts and feelings sometimes

tropes: f!reader x bsf!Osamu, platonic besties, ambivert reader (heavy on the 70% introvert though), you and osamu have known each other since middle school when he got you out of a messy situation with a bully, high school setting

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High school unfolded like a tempestuous symphony, a cacophony of voices and motion swirling all around you as you navigated its corridors with quiet resolve. Amidst the whirlwind of faces, only one remained a steadfast anchor in your life: Osamu Miya, your best friend since middle school.

Your friendship had deepened through shared laughter and quiet understanding. When bullies intimidated you in the seventh grade, Osamu's sharp wit and unwavering courage had dispersed the troublesome imps effortlessly, cementing your trust in him.

From then on, you gravitated toward his reassuring presence amidst the turbulence of adolescence.

Osamu, with his extroverted charm and mischievous grin, was a stark contrast to your reserved nature. He thrived in the spotlight while you found solace in observing from the side-lines, preferring quiet moments to the clamour of teenage dramas.

"Hey, Y/N," Osamu's voice cut through your thoughts one afternoon as you sat together under the shade of a tree in the school courtyard. "You've been quiet today, Y/N. Penny for your thoughts?"

Looking up from the book in your lap, you met his concerned gaze and replied softly, "Just thinking about stuff."

He nodded knowingly, leaning back against the trunk of the tree. "You know you can always talk to me about anything, right?"

You smiled faintly, grateful for his reassurance. "I know, 'Samu. Thanks."

In the days that followed, buoyed by Osamu's gentle encouragement, you ventured beyond your comfort zone. He introduced you to his circle of friends, a diverse group of personalities that initially overwhelmed you but gradually became familiar faces you could count on.

There were awkward moments, stumbling conversations, and silent retreats as you navigated the complexities of teenage social life. And yet, Osamu remained a steady presence in your life, offering guidance and reassuring smiles that eased all of your anxieties.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourselves huddled under the shelter of the school entrance, watching the downpour drum against the pavement. The sound was soothing in its constancy, a backdrop to the comfortable silence that stretched between you and Osamu.

"You've changed a lot since middle school," Osamu remarked suddenly, his tone thoughtful.

You turned to him, surprised by his observation. "Really?"

"Yep," he nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Back then, you were like a closed book. Now... you're starting to open up. It's really nice to see."

Heat tinged your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude at his words. "I guess I've been trying," you admitted quietly.

Osamu chuckled softly. "You're doing more than just trying, Y/N. You're doing great."

His compliment warmed you more than the summer sun ever could, validating your efforts in ways you hadn't expected.

"I couldn't have done it without you," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to you, his gaze softening. "We've always had each other's backs, haven't we?"

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as the rain continued to fall around you.

In that moment, you realized that friendship wasn't just about shared laughter or comforting silences — it was about weathering storms together, celebrating victories, and learning to grow even when the world seemed intent on keeping you small.

As the school bell rang to signal the end of the day, Osamu nudged you playfully. "Come on, let's grab something warm to drink before we head home."

You smiled, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. "Sure."

Hand in hand, you and Osamu walked through the rain, the echoes of your laughter mingling with the sound of water cascading from the gutters. In that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of high school life, you found your own slice of sunshine in the rain — a friend who had seen you through your darkest moments and still believed in the warmth of your smile.

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[shall-we-die]

Hello! I love your moriarty the patriot jealousy headcanon! Can you make more headcanon about them? If I can give some request, can you please make headcanon about how moriarty characters show love to their crush or s/o or you can make other headcanon about them too because I would like whatever you write about them❤️

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{Love Language}

☰[Main list]•⊰ Moriarty the Patriot

↬[A/N]•⊰ I'm glad to receive the first request from you, dear anonymous ❤

I try to post everything as fast as I can, but unfortunately my busy life prevents me from posting every day, so I apologize for the long delay in writing your request 🙏🏻

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[William Moriarty]

• William's love language is physical touch. The physical closeness to another person is what means to most to him, since he often feels isolated due to his profession, as well as his tendency to keep to himself. When someone is willing to give him even the briefest hug or the tiniest bit of physical contact, he's immediately overwhelmed with happy thoughts and feelings, as it's something he wants, yet often lacks.

• Physical touch can also make William feel comfortable in situations that are otherwise uncomfortable or stressful for him. When he feels upset or overwhelmed, it's common for him to find comfort in the arms of a loved one, even if he doesn't show it. While this can cause confusion or hurt feelings from others, they should be aware that showing their affection for him physically is the best way to reach him.

• William is a person who often has troutble expressing his emotions verbally, as he much prefers to do so in other ways. He craves verbal recognition and he thrives on words of affirmation and validation from those close to him. But he really needs physical affection to feel reassured and wanted, so he is always happy to be hugged and touched by the one he loves.

• Aside from physical touch, William also adores quality time with the people he cares about. William is a person who values quality over quantity when it comes to friendships and relationships, and he expresses this by spending lots of time with the special people in his life.

• Although he might prefer to spend his alone time doing solitary activities, that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate spending time with others. He might not be social, but just like any human, he needs to have interactions with others. Even if some of those interactions do make him a bit more anxious than he would like to admit.

[Albert Moriarty]

• Albert's love language is also physical touch. He's a very affectionate and cuddly person, and appreciates physical contact with the people he cares about. Hugs, kisses, caresses... heloves it all. Even a simple touch on the hand, the arm, etc. is enough to make him smile.

• Albert isn't afraid to show affection to the people he loves, whether that means a quick hug, a hand on their shoulder, or a playful nudge. Albert loves hugs. He loves to give them and he loves to receive them, feeling safe and comforted when he feels his arms wrapped around someone he loves or when their arms are wrapped around him.

• He may not always be forthcoming about his feelings for you or express his love in words, but you can rest assured he has a soft spot for you if he regularly touches you. It makes him feel safe and gives him comfort and confidence. Albert is an experienced lover, he knows how to woo a lady, and when he's in a more, well, intimate position with a partner, he isn't one to skimp on the compliments.

• He is a man who loves to show off his wit and intelligence, to make their partners feel special and important. So, it stands to reason that words of affirmation and intellectual stimulation are a huge turn on for him. Hearing kind words from him is quite the privilege, so if he ever says something sweet and tender to you, hang on tight and don't let go.

[Louis Moriarty]

• His primary love language is Quality Time. He values and enjoys spending time with the people he cares about, like his older brother and closest allies (specially you). He loves and cherishes moments spent with the people he cares about. He also displays and expresses affection through doing gestures and actions. For Louis, quality time is the essential component to a happy life.

• Acts of Service is another love language of Louis. He's willing to do favors and tasks for the people he loves. Louis is quick to assist when needed, even if doing so inconveniences him. When doing tasks, he will put his own feelings aside and focus on the comfort and wellbeing of others. He will even push himself beyond his own limits if it means helping people he cares about.

• Louis also displays acts of service as a way of expressing affection. Although Louis may not be the most outgoing or extroverted individual, he shows love and affection by helping others. He feels satisfaction and happiness when completing tasks for others, as he values helping others and considers it important to a wholesome life.

• Louis will be appreciative and thankful when his lover or loved ones display acts of service towards him. He will feel loved and respected, knowing that they appreciate and consider him as important enough to help and do favors for. However, he might feel a little bit embarrassed or shy to have his affection and kindness reciprocated.

• Although Louis Moriarty may not be the greatest in words of affirmation, he does appreciate and value them from his loved ones. He's not someone who displays his emotions outwardly but he does feel happy and appreciated when receiving words of affirmation from his loved ones. These words and verbal affirmations are important to Louis as he values honesty and sincerity.

[Sebastian Moran]

• Sebastian's love language is "quality time". He prefers spending quality time with his loved ones, rather than receiving or giving gifts or words of affirmation.

• Sebastian values the time, attention, and affection of the people he cares about through spending quality time together. He appreciates when his loved ones give him their undivided attention; be it on a date, having a conversation, or simply spending time together. Additionally, he also shows his love by giving others the attention they crave and deserve.

• Sebastian also appreciates words of affirmation, as he values being appreciated. He values both external and internal validation and acknowledgement. Additionally, he also enjoys physical touch, as physical affection shows his love for and proximity with someone.

• Sebastian appreciates people showing their love by performing acts of service for him. While he doesn't necessarily require these actions to feel loved, there is a sense of pride and appreciation that Sebastian derives from it. He can be rather self-reliant; however, when people take the initiative to perform acts of service, it lets him know just how much others value his presence.

• Sebastian would also perform acts of service for his loved one. He is capable of cooking, cleaning, and performing other tasks to show his affection. While he may not be the most domestic individual, Sebastian will happily assist his loved one if they wish to take a break or require assistance. He will also help others if required; however, he values when others extend the same courtesies towards him.

[Sherlock Holmes]

• Sherlock's love language is intellectual stimulation. Not the easiest to understand, but Sherlock finds nothing more attractive than an engaging mind, whether that's engaging in intelligent conversation, playing chess, or even just a friendly debate. Having someone who can keep him on his toes and challenge him mentally has always been important to Sherlock.

• When it comes to love and affection, Sherlock is a tricky one indeed. He doesn't show his love much at all, but when he does, it is in the form of acts of service and quality time. He will go out of his way to make sure those he cares about are taken care of. And on the rare occasion that he does express his love, it is through physical touch.

• Sherlock would say his love language is "Acts of Service." Though he likes gifts and physical touch, it's the act of someone doing something nice for him that really speaks to him. When people go out of their way to help him, or make something easier for him, he feels truly loved.

• Sherlock is not one to express his thoughts and feelings often or easily. When it comes to love, the man is even more closed off than usual. But there are those rare moments where he decides to let his guard down, and when he does, it is through acts of service and quality time spent together. In his eyes that's the only way that is truly worthy of the love he feels. As cold and distant as he may seem, his love runs deep.

• Sherlock is very hard to read, as stated many times above, and he doesn't go around openly expressing his feelings. But he will go out of his way to make sure those he cares about are taken care of, even at his own expense. This can include providing resources and emotional support, or helping with errands and tasks.

[John Watson]

• John's love language is verbal affirmations. He is always looking for reassurance or a kind word, and he loves to hear compliments and sweet nothings from the one he loves. He also loves words of encouragement, and he appreciates when his partner tells him how much they trust and believe in him.

• John is someone who thrives on positive affirmations. He enjoys feeling loved and appreciated by the people around him, and he is always looking for approval and acceptance. In relationships, it is very important to him that his partner expresses their love and appreciation for him through words of affirmation.

• He values verbal reassurance and likes to hear compliments and sweet nothings from his partner. However, he doesn't just rely on words alone to show his affection - he also appreciates acts of service, quality time and physical touch as ways to express his love and care.

• John is someone who enjoys physical affection. He appreciates the comfort and connection that comes with physical touch, and he feels deeply loved when he is embraced by the one he loves. He likes to hold their hand, give them spontaneous hugs and kisses, and show them how much they mean to him through small gestures of physical affection.

• However, he is also someone who values his personal space and he doesn't always appreciate being surprised with unwanted physical touch.

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I used to get off on control (I still do). The way people cowered when I raised my voice, how they bent over backward to meet my demands, how their reactions fed my ego—it was like a drug. I thrived on the chaos I caused in others to see their emotional whirlwind I created. It wasn’t even about love. It wasn’t about connection. It was about power.

I knew what to say to make someone feel small and to twist their mind so they’d question themselves. To make them feel like they owed me everything. And I did it with ease, because that’s all I understood. I didn’t care who I hurt. I didn’t care how many relationships I destroyed or how many lives I shattered. The world revolved around me, and that was the way it was supposed to be.

I still remember the first time I saw him—his soft laugh, the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he was passionate about. It was so different from everyone else I’d known. I don’t even know why I felt drawn to him at first, but I did. And for the first time I felt like maybe I didn’t need to control everything.

At first, I tried to keep up the act. I’d manipulate him subtly, make little comments to see if he’d bite, test the waters. It was like a reflex—I couldn’t stop myself, even when I knew it was wrong. But the thing about him is that he didn’t take my bait. He didn’t react like the others did. He just looked at me, like he was waiting for me to figure it out.

At first I hated it. I felt frustrated. But I knew I needed to sit and actually get my shit together, so I started listening. I started thinking about how my words affected him. How my behavior made him feel. It wasn’t easy to face that—after all, I’d spent so long convincing myself that the world was mine to manipulate. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.

It’s hard to admit, but I was scared. Scared that if I let go of my power over him, I’d lose him. But even after this reflection and looking back to myself I realized that real love never meant control. It wasn’t about winning for once, and yet, I guess it was about being open, being vulnerable.

Yeah, it made me feel exposed, but in a way it feels scary good. Like I was becoming someone I didn’t even know I could be.

I’m still learning. Every day, I feel like I’m learning something new about myself, about how to stop using people, how to let go of the constant need for validation. Sometimes, I catch myself slipping, old patterns creeping back in. But when I do, I stop. I catch it. And I choose not to do it. For him.

He doesn’t know how much he’s changed me, how much she made me want to be better. And I’m not perfect, definitely not by a long shot, but I’m not who I was. I’m becoming someone who can love without destroying everything. Someone who can be in a relationship without tearing it apart for their own needs.

I guess that’s worth fighting for.

[barclaysangel]

The Juniper Berry (transfem Juniper Wheeler AU)

It’s been 9 months since I’ve started this oneshot and congratulations to me and everyone else, it’s a girl! The sequel to The Birth of Jun is here! I seriously adore transfem Junior AU and here, we get to finally see Jun get the name Juniper! This took ages because I’ve been losing motivation to write and been so busy with grad school and volunteering, but I finally did it and I hope you guys like it. So PLEASE comment and let me know what y’all think because I thrive off of validation!

Thank you and enjoy :)

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Jun didn’t expect Andy to be this okay with this. 

Sure, he accepted her for the time being. But she still expected him to think about it and then change his mind, throwing her away. 

But for some reason, Andy didn’t. 

He still called her by the name she chose, Jun. He made sure to refer to her as a girl. He even bought her more feminine clothes the next time he went on a supply run. 

It was sweet, Jun supposed. She wasn’t used to this much support and kept expecting for something to go wrong or for Andy to change his mind and start treating her differently. 

But he never did. 

He still hugged her when she wanted to be hugged, made Jun her meals and coffee, and read to her every single night. Andy even complimented her when she tried on the new outfits he bought her and she began growing her hair out, now almost touching her shoulders and helping her feel just a little more like a girl. Not to mention all the times he reassured her when she was feeling dysphoric, that she was still a girl to him no matter what. 

It was like nothing had changed at all. 

“You’re really okay with this?” Jun asked Andy once, still finding it hard to believe because it all felt too good to be true. 

Andy blinked once, then twice, looking almost confused. “Okay with what?” 

“With me being…you know…” even though she was out to him now, it still felt frightening to admit out loud that she was a girl after hiding it for so long, her entire life. 

He merely smiled gently at her and reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face, behind her ear. “You’re still the same kid I promised to take care of the moment I found you. Nothing’s changed that. I’ll always accept you, okay?” 

“My father never would’ve accepted me.” Jun said without thinking and almost immediately regretted it when she noticed Andy’s jaw tightened. “I-I’m sorry…”

“No, kiddo, sweet girl, no, I’m not mad at you,” Andy was quick to clarify and relaxed himself just enough to send Jun an encouraging smile, “I’m mad at your piece of shit dad who tried to live vicariously through you without bothering to think about your wants and needs. Not you, I promise.” 

Jun smiled a little, feeling reassured. She almost wanted to deny just how bad it was with her father, but knew that it was no use to try and fool Andy. He knew her like the back of his hand, better than anyone else ever had. 

It was like Andy genuinely cared about Jun, and there was nothing she could do to change that. She wanted to believe it, but it was hard at times. 

But when a few months passed, spring coming and going, and summer almost at its end, everything was still the same. Jun’s hair was longer, Andy still treated her as if she was his daughter and nothing changed. 

Jun really was starting to feel happy. 

Of course, there were bad days. Days where her mind was at its darkest, her body still not feeling right, too flat, so curveless, not to mention her voice and how it still felt too deep. She knew hormone therapy could help with that, to leave her feeling more like a girl than a boy, but that would mean leaving Andy, since he wasn’t ready to leave his self-imposed exile. It was an offer he gave her, on numerous occasions too, but Jun turned it down each and every time. 

She couldn’t just leave him and go back to the life she had before. One where she was so unhappy and struggling mentally. Yes, her former friends and cousin believed that she was dead, but it was for the best. One day, they’d forget all about her, that is if they didn’t forget about her already. 

It’s best to let Junior Wheeler die forever so Jun can keep on thriving in her safe haven in the middle of the woods with Andy. 

“Wanna go explore?” Andy asked her on the first day of September, just a few weeks before Jun’s 15th birthday. She knew what he was trying to do, distract her from her dysphoric and spiraling thoughts by exploring the woods they had been living in for nearly a year now, a usually effective tactic. 

But sometimes, she just wanted to stay in bed anyway and not move unless she absolutely had to, just as she was doing now. 

“I don’t think so, Andy…” She muttered, her voice softer, lighter, trying to train herself to sound just a little bit more feminine. 

“I’ll bring some coffee with us.” He added into his offer. 

Jun looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Are you bribing me with the nectar of the gods?” She asked him, both of them knowing just how much she loved her coffee. 

Andy shrugged his shoulders casually, a small yet sly smile on his face. “Depends. Is it working?” 

She snorted under her breath and rolled her eyes, shrugging as well. “Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows.”

He chuckled lightly and nudged her shoulder with his finger. “C’mon, baby girl. You’ve been holed up in this room and you need some fresh air. Clear your mind. We might find something new out here, like new flowers or plants. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

Andy really knew what he was doing. Jun was a wiz at identifying plants and flowers, a skill she picked up during her time at Eagle Scouts. 

Finally, she sighed and smiled a tiny bit. “Okay, fine. We’ll go exploring. But…do you think you can braid my hair a little before we go?” 

He smiled more at her and nodded. “Of course I can. Sit up, kiddo.” 

Andy had begun learning how to braid Jun’s hair once her hair started to get long enough. It was a work in progress for a while, teaching himself how to properly braid her hair without leaving the braids too loose or tugging her hair too much. 

But by now, Andy had gotten pretty good at it. Jun moved to sit down on the floor so Andy could braid her hair better since she was still a couple inches taller than him. Some of the tension that Jun was still feeling began to fade away with Andy’s fingers running through her hair, being as gentle as he could as he made a braid down the middle of her hair. 

Jun would’ve fallen asleep from having her hair touched and played with all on its own. 

“Alright, Junbug, all done.” She was pulled out of her almost dream-like state when Andy spoke, patting her on the shoulder. 

“Really? You’re getting faster at this.” Jun said, touching the top of her hair gently and smiled when she felt the braid that Andy made. 

“Practice makes perfect,” He replied with a chuckle before pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head, “c’mon, let’s get going.”

The woods were changing through the seasons, slowly entering autumn. The leaves were beginning to fall and it was something Jun enjoyed seeing, the leaves crunching underneath her combat boots with each step she took during her and Andy’s exploration. She knew the weather would be changing soon too, something else she couldn’t wait for. Jun wasn’t fond of the hot weather, it left her feeling more dysphoric because she couldn’t hide her body. But with the winds picking up, it left her being able to cover herself once again. 

But Jun did like the clothes Andy picked out for her, always making sure that they matched the styles she liked. Even now on their little trip, she wore ripped blue jeans, one of Andy’s red flannels that she had declared was hers, and a black shirt that said ‘Girls Rock’. 

It was corny as hell but it amused Jun too, so she would wear it every now and then. 

“What do you want for your birthday?” Andy asked suddenly after a few minutes of silence while they were both trudging through the woods. 

“Chucky’s head on a silver platter.” Jun replied without any hesitation. 

“Well, of course, that’s a given. But really, what else?” 

“Chucky’s blood poured into a golden chalice.” 

“Jun,” Andy said in a slightly more exasperated tone, making her giggle at his reaction, “come on, I’m being serious.” 

“So am I, and I’d also love some emotional and mental stability too. You think you could find that at a store next time you go on a supply run?” Jun asked with a big smirk and was met with Andy’s deadpan stare. 

“You’re giving me a headache,” he grumbled, “Junbug, c’mon. Work with me here. What do you want?” 

“Nothing.” Jun answered quickly, picking up a daisy that she found and handing it to Andy. “I have everything that I need here. I don’t need materialistic shit. You’ve given me everything that I’ve needed so I’m happy with everything I’ve got.” 

Andy’s frown shifted into a smile, taking the daisy from Jun and carefully placing it in the chest pocket of his own flannel. “Thank you. But I’m still getting you something for your birthday, I’m not budging on that. Everyone deserves something on their birthday, including you, Jun.”  

Jun snorted under her breath and started walking again, shrugging her shoulders. “Fine, whatever, surprise me then. But don’t surprise me too much, I’m not a big fan of surprises.” 

“Neither am I.” Andy replied and patted the top of her head, making Jun half-heartedly swat his hand away in order to protect the braid she was proudly wearing before they both laughed softly. 

Silence fell upon them again, but it was a comforting silence, one that Jun often longed for. Andy was right, she needed to be outside. The fresh breeze, the sounds of birds chirping, it all helped ease her self-loathing and destructive thoughts. 

But, of course, Jun wouldn’t admit that to Andy. No need to inflate his ego that he had been right, even though it’s not like he had much of an ego to begin with. 

If anyone’s self-esteem was as low as hers, it would be Andy’s. 

“What about Daisy?” Andy asked out of nowhere, pulling Jun out of her thoughts. 

“Daisy? Daisy for what?” She asked him, reaching to pick out a few more different flowers, considering making a flower crown for herself. Maybe for Andy as well, she knows that he would wear it even if he didn’t like it. 

“Your name.” He told her. 

“Nah. Sounds too dainty and innocent.” Jun replied, scrunching her nose a little as she put the flowers into her bag. 

This wasn’t the first time that she and Andy have talked about her ideas for her new name. They’ve been bouncing off new names to each other for the last couple of months, each one getting rejected for one reason or another. Jun knew that she was picky but they were both realizing that she actually was very picky. 

It’s not her fault though, she just happened to have very specific tastes. 

“Dainty and innocent? Seriously?” Andy asked with his eyebrow raised, looking somehow both serious and amused. 

“Yeah, it is. But it’s better than some of the stripper names you came up with before.” Jun retorted, giggling under her breath. 

“Okay, they were not that much of stripper names. At least I didn’t suggest names like Star or Diamond or Chastity. Now those are some stripper names!” Andy threw back. 

“Thank fuck you didn’t or I would’ve forbid you for coming up with names for me right then and there.” Jun laughed louder, rolling her eyes as she continued walking once she carefully placed a few more flowers in her bag. 

“Really? Cause I was thinking that you should definitely consider Star.” Jun didn’t even need to turn around to know that there was a playful smirk on Andy’s face. 

“Oh go fuck yourself.” She said instead, making Andy laugh as she rolled her eyes once again. 

Jun had to admit, she happened to find it really sweet whenever Andy threw out name options for her. He was invested and wanted to help Jun take one more step into feeling more like her true self. It’s something that she knows her father–no, Logan, just Logan–would never have done for her. He would have rathered for her to continue suffering and be the perfect traditional male son for the rest of her life. 

It made Jun glad that she killed him so she would never have to hear Logan’s vitriol words once he found out that she wanted to transition into a girl. 

“Berries!” Jun suddenly blurted out before quickly going over to one of the bushes that she saw, picking one of the berries from the branches. 

“Woah, easy there, Jun, you don’t know if those are poisonous.” Andy said as he made his way over to her, already looking cautious. 

All she did was smirk and then plopped the berry into her mouth. 

“Jun!” He exclaimed, eyes wide with worry or concern. “Spit it out! Now!” 

“Chill out, old man, you’re getting more grey hair the more you yell.” Jun said while rolling her eyes, still chewing before swallowing. 

“You’re the reason I’m getting grey hair, you little shit!” 

She snorted loudly. “Relax, will ya? I know my plants, remember? It’s just a berry from the juniper bush. The berries aren’t poisonous and neither are the plants.” 

Andy sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair. “You give me heart palpitations.” 

“You’ll survive.” Jun replied while shrugging her shoulders, opening her bag up. “We could make some jam with the berries.” She suddenly gasped. “Or wine. Can I have some wine?” 

“No.” Andy said without any hesitation, making Jun pout. 

“You’re no fun.” She grumbled before picking a few more berries, putting them into her bag, then she handed one to Andy. “Wanna try?” 

Andy eyes her suspiciously for a moment. “You sure it’s not poisonous?”

“Absolutely positive,” Andy still hesitated and Jun rolled her eyes again, “oh my gods, you’re no use to me dead, Andy. Seriously. I’d be so bored without you. Who else is going to read to me and pick out cute clothes for me?” 

“Glad to know I’m useful to you in that way.” Andy grumbled but there was a slightly amused smile on his lips before he took the berry, twisting it around his fingers for a few seconds before putting it in his mouth. “...it’s kind of bittersweet.” 

Jun nodded in agreement. “Mhm, kind of citrusy too.” 

“It would probably taste better as a gin than jam or wine.” 

“Can I have gin then instead?” She offered up an enthusiastic grin. 

“No.”

Jun huffed. “That’s so not fair.” 

“It’s completely fair. You’re a minor.” Andy retorted. 

“So? I’ve drank at parties before!” 

He sighed loudly, sounding exhausted. “How about we just turn the berries into a marinade for some of the meat we hunt for instead? Okay?”

Jun sighed as if it was an annoyance for her. “Fine. But if you do turn this into a gin, I want to try it.” 

“You will not try it and that’s final.” 

“Ugh! Gods, you’re the worst!” Jun complained loudly, even throwing her head back dramatically—which earned a chuckle from Andy—before going back to picking berries and dropping them into her bag. 

Of course, they both knew that Jun didn’t mean it. Andy was far from the worst person. He was kind, supportive, understanding, comforting, and even funny at times when he wasn’t being snarky or sarcastic. 

Jun truly wished that Andy had been her real dad and not Logan. 

But it’s something that she wasn’t ready to admit to to him, not wanting to risk freaking Andy out. 

Maybe one day she will, but that day just wasn’t today. 

“What are these berries called again?” Andy asked for a moment, pulling Jun out of her thoughts. 

“Juniper.” She replied without another threat, pausing when she heard him snort under his breath. “What? What’s so funny?” 

“It’s nothing, it’s just…” Andy chuckled again, shaking his head slightly, “it’s close to your name, that’s all. Jun. Juniper. It’s practically the same.” 

Jun didn’t say anything for a few seconds, humming a little in thought. “Huh…it does sound similar…” they wondered out loud before holding their hand out, “gimme my coffee please.” 

“You and your coffee…” Andy mumbled while shaking his head again with an amused smile on his face, “you’re too addicted to this shit.” 

“Yes, but it’s my happy juice, so I don’t really care.” She replied and held her hand out, making grabby motions before Andy handed her the thermos with her hot coffee inside, quickly drinking from it. 

“Whatever. Let’s go back to the cabin, shall we?” Andy offered and Jun agreed, the both of them walking side by side together. 

She was humming a tune absentmindedly, feeling content in the moment. She had flowers and berries in her bag, her coffee in hand. Life was fairly good right about now. 

Then the name came back into mind. Juniper. It was a pretty name, she would admit that. And the fact that it was so similar to Jun was almost perfect. 

She really liked it. 

And in that moment, she realized that this could be her way of taking her name back. 

No longer Logan the second or Junior. 

But something else that felt like her.

“I…I really like that name…Juniper…” she started to say, feeling almost bashful and shy to admit it. “I want…I want that to be my name…I want to be Juniper…”

Andy looked at her and smiled so sweetly, reaching out to touch affectionately the braid he made for her. “I think that name fits you so perfectly, Juniper.”

Fuck, she had never heard a more wonderful name in her life. 

Juniper. 

That’s all she wanted to be. 

But maybe, she would really like to be Juniper Barclay. 

Juniper was practically beaming, a warmth filling the chest. “Thank you…” 

“Don’t thank me, kid, it’s your name. You’re the one who discovered it through plants and berries.” Andy chuckled and gently nudged her shoulder with the back of his hand, which she quickly returned. 

“Still, it’s just…thank you…for…you know…always being so supportive of me. And being so understanding…” 

He placed his hand on Juniper’s shoulder, his eyes soft yet serious. “Hey, I’ve always meant what I said. I just want you to be happy. And it makes me happy that you’re getting to a place where you feel comfortable. You’re my kid, Juniper, and that’s all that matters to me.” 

Once again, it felt like Juniper was soaring. She wasn’t sure if Andy truly understood the meaning of that, that he saw her as his daughter. But she wouldn’t mind pretending that she did, just for a little bit. 

“Wanna race back?” Juniper decided to say instead, a goofy grin on her face. 

Andy rolled his eyes. “Absolutely not. Can’t we just walk in peace like a couple of semi-normal people?” 

She pretended to think about it before nodding, still smiling at him. “Hm? I guess that will have to do.” 

And that’s what they did. They walked side by side, laughing, making jokes, and Juniper had never been happier. 

[etherealising]

well…🤭 honestly i’m pretty much dropping them as a whole i fear. i did a rewatch like a month or so ago and it hit me then (especially rewatching s2) but after watching that trailer for the third time it’s official. I think in the beginning i wanted sydcarmy sooo badly i was willing to overlook the red flags (and we all know how many there are 💀) but i just can’t do it anymore. while i still acknowledge the intimate moments they shared together i just view them as *pause for dramatic effect* platonic. they share a platonic intimacy that YES is stronger than whatever that was b/w camry and claire s2. but it still feels just that, platonic. i think we don’t see those kinds of dynamics enough. carol and daryl from twd are a great example i think (i’ll add a text i sent to a friend a while ago where i explain further). while i believe that syd and camry understand each other in a way that no one else can, i still think sydney deserves so much better than carmen. i think he uses and abuses her and that if people loved her like they say they do, they would want more for her. she can’t fix him y’all and neither can claire but honestly she can go ahead and take him off our hands if she wants to try so bad. she has dreams and ambitions that are greater than a romantic relationship with camry. we saw how her and richie stepped up and ran shit in the season 2 finale. he needs her and not the other way around. say they do get together. do we think those anger issues and erratic and abusive behaviors are just gonna cease to exist? that man needs therapy and years of it before he’d ever be good enough for her as a romantic partner. hell, he’s a shitty business partner! (and i’m not saying he needs to be a completely healed person to be worthy of love let’s be clear, syd need therapy too.) i say, introduce someone new for sydney! or just let her be, that’s also an option. but yeah i think i’m done. also i’m hoping the writers let her and marcus stay friends cause it’s giving little bro 😬. (just another example of a man mistaking a woman’s kindness for flirting let’s be real) she needs friends anyway and because what other ones does she have? (please don’t say camry, that man is not her friend 😭. they’re kinda like family atp. 🫣🤷🏾‍♀️ ) and marcus may need someone like sydney to talk to anyways if what i fear may happen, happens this season for him.

i tried so hard to respond to all of your points and then i started ranting but i hope this makes sense and in short i do find myself heavily agreeing with you.

bestie as soon as i saw the thesis you provided me with i knew i had to take some time to digest it and as much as it hurts dare i say…. i think i have to agree with you : (

i too was blinded by how badly i wanted sydcarmy to thrive and i think i was also fighting so hard against the way people in the fandom were trying to discount their “romance” because ayo is a black woman and they couldn’t fathom their favorite fictional white boy of the week lovin on someone who isn’t the “beauty standard” that i definitely overlooked just how toxic their whole situation is.

and you are so right it was so easy to get caught up with how badly i wanted them together and a series rewatch will definitely slap you in the face and let you know how blinded you were. now please don’t fight me but i think its def giving platonic/little bro from syd like homegirl is just trying to live out her dreams, but i def think carmy may look at her with a bit of a romantic undertone because of how you mentioned they understand each other and i think bc he feels like no one has really ever understood him including his own family that he finds himself drawn to syd, she pretty much validates his whole existence and challenges him instead of settling for the mediocrity that man constantly gives that in a way he has taken her platonic care and worry for him as something more. like he literally admitted he was a loner man doesn’t understand HOW to be friends especially not with women.

let me get on my soapbox real quick. you are absolutely 100% right syd deserves someone a thousand times better than carmy and i definitely want more for her, if i’m being honest i want her to leave the bear whenever she gets that chance but that’s a whole other convo. i can rant about claire and carmy for hours but i’m genuinely just so tired of them and i’m not looking forward to seeing their relationship this season whoops. to me it felt like carmy only began respecting syd after she came back and now he has this mindset that no matter how much vitriol he spews her way she’ll always be there for him and its like a crutch for him. what really sealed the deal for me is the whole take out episode from season one, did syd fuck up 100% yes and was carmy’s anger justified also yes but not to the extent that he went, every time i rewatch that scene of him throwing the sharpie in syd’s direction as she walks away i feel genuine disgust like yes i know the sharpie wasn’t working and that got him even more irritated but he could’ve thrown it in so many different directions and i’m not saying he purposely aimed to hit syd but rewatching that really just showed me how immature he is and how much growing he really does need. like if your next response to your own anger is to get violent and start throwing shit around you definitely need to work on yourself before trying to mess with someone else’s peace of mind.

if they were to get together it would not change carmy at all, getting involved romantically with someone does not change you as a person unless YOU WANT THAT CHANGE FOR YOURSELF! and what we’ve seen from carmy is that as much as he pushes everyone else to change and evolve it doesn’t seem to be something he can do for himself or thinks he’s capable of. and yes please keep syd and marcus as friends there is literally zero chemistry between those two regarding romance, like can we just let syd be the successful woman she wants to be and maybe offer her romance if she wants it.

also let me go back to the topic of change real quick just look how quick he was to attack richie while he was stuck in the walk-in, he was literally projecting his deep seeded insecurities onto richie while richie took the change carmy pushed on him like a fucking champ and got shit done with his bestie syd (these fics i’m writing for this man really got me defending richie)

i will end my nonsensical rant by saying this: no self-respecting person in this fandom would actually ever date carmy and i stand by that ten toes down. its very clear that he has his own behaviors he needs to work out and there is nothing wrong with that and that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve love but that also doesn’t mean his partners should be subjected to the mental and emotional weight that would come with loving him, it would definitely get tiring fast. and to take it a step further if carmy wasn’t played by a white man the masses find attractive most everyone would definitely be singing a different tune in regards to him. (like please imagine the microagressive think pieces we would get every season if carmen berzatto was poc)

the carmen berzatto we know and see right now will always love self-sabotaging more than he could ever love anyone else.

[stanpinesdykewife]

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