#I'm not that brave with actually clipping BUT I would be if it wasn't a show dog lol

[pawsitivevibe]

I dunno why everyone says they hate grooming and hand stripping dogs. I find it so soothing. I would probably go for hours if Arthur didn't let me know he was done with it.

[sugar-omi]

Imagine mc giving birth to their baby. You know, Cove is probably panicking, Baxter pretending he's okay but at some point faints and our brave Derek letting mc crush his hand with theirs lol

And also I've seen a clip of a dude who just witnessed his wife deliver their baby and, with a face full of horror, he told her, "I am SO sorry, I won't do that again. " 🤣😭

I'm just imagining one of the boys saying something like that, in my head it's so funny

omg i almost missed this!!! im so glad you brought this up bc i love thinking abt how the boys are during delivery, especially cove omg (im sorry this is such a ramble... but also not sorry bc my brain worms are dancing in happiness at these thoughts)

cove:

even though you've had months to prepare for this and cliff n kyra has given cove lots of advice, paired with a lot of "don't freak out!" (sometimes followed by something freaky that happens during pregnancy or labor...)

he's prepared for this though. as prepared as an anxious first time dad can be. i mightta said this before, but whether you have him in the room the whole time or just to come cut the cord and hold the baby, is up to you.

if you have him in the room he'll let you hold his hand and he'll be holding yours back (he doesn't notice the pain of your grip for the longest...)

he definitely does what you mentioned and apologizes for putting you thru this LOL

after you give birth, he will do everything... he'll change diapers, put them down for naps, burp, wash, everything... because after that he needs to even the balance (if it was up to him, you'd never lift a finger after that, especially if you have multiple kids via birth)

HE'S ALSO OVERLY PREPARED

delivery bag? more like BAGS. mans has double of everything, he's PETRIFIED

also he runs to any place you want and buys you food while you're in labor if it's really long

and he stays with you up until its go time, then if you want him to wait outside he will

also he faints... or at least gets weak

if you have a c-section he's alrdy freaked out bc... omg they're taking a knife to you thats scary shit

but just natural birth? he's doubly freaked out because your body can do THAT??? you're literally pushing out a whole baby and he is awed but losing his shit honestly

would be babbling praises and encouragements (both for you and himself) n you can tell him to shut up its okay bc he's gonna laugh in the end anyway, but he'll probably end up going quiet bc he's trying not to be distracting and he probably saw something he wasn't prepared for 😬

probably starts crying the closer your baby gets to being out the womb, n after they're fully out and here he's bawling and just realized it but also he's trying to comfort n check on you first so you end up laughing bc he's fretting over you as if he isnt flooding the room

baxter:

mans is NOT CALM

tries to look calm, but he just looks constipated and he looks tired honestly

he's been losing sleep this whole pregnancy bc he's afraid of being a bad father, but he's so excited and ends up staying up at night talking to your belly so he just can't win

surprisingly dropped the collared shirts and slacks

mans is stuck in t-shirts and sweatpants or jeans

his hair is a mess too

omg he's napping when you go into labor

he jumps up, mismatched socks (either he's wearing an ankle cat print sock and a knee high sock, or he's wearing one sock. its bad n i think him wearing one sock is better (worse for him but hes fineeee))

the nurses love him bc he's running in and out bringing you food and runs back to get anything he or you forgot or might need

another over packer

honestly they're all over packers who are we kidding

this is where is wedding planner job comes in handy

has backups and plan b's for everything

and even though everything is right he brings extra just to feel better

won't be in the room if you want that ofc, but he psychs himself up to be in there

he's really scared n nervous, more-so than cove actually. but he wants to support you and if you want him in there, he's there. even if you reassure him he doesn't have to be there, he wants to be

he has to sit down while he's there, his leg is shaking and he's torn between watching whatevers going on over there and watching your face for any signs which.. doesnt really make sense since labor isnt like going to the waterpark but he has a kind heart <33

spends so much time looking at the baby... cove does too but baxter spends double that time

watches the nurses and doctors like a hawk whenever they mess w the baby

will curl up next to your bed and thanks you so much for giving him such a beautiful life, this is all stuff he never thought he'd have and he's so happy

derek:

he's actually the calmest one

he has 2 siblings and even though he was young when they were born, he has lots of experience with babies and he prepared

isn't that bad of an over packer actually, just extra baby stuff and some of the best snacks

but he'll still surprise you with your favorite food or takeout

he will do anything for you during labor, remind him to just sit down and hold your hand n stfu, thats what nurses n doctors are for n he really can't help much atp, its all up to you and the nurses+doc

holds your hand even though you might be hurting him. will just wince thru it or convince you to switch hands

will keep giving encouragement and either times it perfectly so he doesn't get on your nerves or you have to kindly ask him to shut up bc you're not playing ball, it isnt helping!!!!

also pulls a cove and does a lot of the work around the house and with the baby bc that was tough work, labor and carrying the baby? you deserve it!!!

ends up talking n holding the baby a lot, is probably a little scared since theyre so little and just holds their hand or looks at them

you sometimes wake up to him mumbling stuff to the baby, abt how happy he is, how he's going to take care of you both, how much he loves them...

carries everything outta the hospital by himself (by everything he means your hand and the baby, his family is probably dragging your stuff to the car bc they're here to help n make your life a million times easier and its literally a sleepover with nico around)

anyway. i need more dad!derek hc's now, specifically uncle nico and jorge, bc that is such a big brain thought

now this applies to all the boys honestly, i didnt even think abt it until now

but he helps you walk to the bathroom and put on all the pads n underwear n stuff if you need it

i remember seeing a youtube short where the woman said her fiance or husband helped her walk to the bathroom, spray her coochie w the water spray bottle, and with the underwear stuff

so don't worry about how you look or if it's icky because you're all sore and/or stitched up or anything like that because he's not paying attention, he just wants to help you in any way possible

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

hi!! would you be able to do a fic of snufkin taking care of a sick regressor? if you could make the regressor aged 3-4 that would be great!! tysm!!!!!!

Of course! I'm so sorry this took so long, I was actually feeling pretty unwell myself so I was struggling to get any writing done. I also have emetophobia so I had to be a little vague with the illness I hope that's okay ʕ`•̥ᴥ•̥`ʔ

I really like how this came out though and I hope you do too! <3

Snufkin Cares for Sick Little Reader <3

It's been a long couple of days. You figured you were safe from sickness as the weather warmed, but unfortunately the Valley had other ideas. Stuck in bed while the others went off to play and seek adventure had you grumbly and moodier than usual.

It just wasn't fair! How come you are the only one who can't get their limbs to cooperate when you try to get up and walk around? And that was without mentioning the fever and icky tummy.

But Moomin has promised today will be different. He and the others have gone into the woodland to find a rare plant Moominmama spied in Granny's notes that will hopefully bring your temperature down and give you a little more energy.

Snufkin had volunteered to stay back and take care of you. When asked if he was sure (he did have the best eye for plants among the group after all), he pointed them in the direction of the Hemulen (who's eye was even better than his when it came to flora and fauna) and said he was needed more by your side today.

You hadn't known what he meant by that until you felt it. That telltale fuzzy feeling in the back of your mind.

Everything is just so hard right now. You're tired and achy and nothing feels good to eat and all you want to do is cry and stomp your feet.

You're regressing.

It shouldn't be a surprise - days of feeling icky and not being able to play with your friends? A recipe for disaster. Luckily, Snufkin had noticed and appointed himself caregiver for the day.

"It's okay to let go." He says, eyes tilted towards the sky as you both lay out on the grass, cushions from Moominmama propping you up and keeping you comfortable while the gentle breeze attempts to wash your fever away. "I'm here. I've got you."

You feel the tears well up as soon as he finishes speaking. Any resistance you might've felt melts away and you allow yourself to feel miserable in the only way a toddler knows how. You let the tears fall with a whimper and soon you're cradled against a soft green coat, rocking in a soothing motion while you wail.

"I know, I know little one." Snufkin coos. "You've been so brave, haven't you? I know it hurts but I just know you'll feel better soon."

He places a small kiss against your head, and keeps talking when the tears slow.

"And when you do, we'll go on as many adventures as you'd like. To the beach, to the woods, even soaring through the sky. Anything you can dream up, angel."

"Da others be there?" You question, one hand rubbing at your eyes and the other clutching at Snufkin's coat as if scared he might disappear.

Snufkin chuckles and takes over wiping away your tears, much gentler than you yourself had been. He produces a pacifier from his pocket and clips it to your own clothes, giving you the comfort of knowing it's there without pressuring you to use it if you aren't quite feeling young enough.

"Yes, the others will be back as soon as they can be. And you know they love to play with you, whatever age you feel on the inside. I bet each of them has an idea for an adventure, we can ask them later if you'd like?"

You nod quickly, then pout when your head hurts at the motion.

"Owie."

Snufkin kisses your forehead with sympathetic eyes.

"I know, sweet one. Do you think you could manage some soup? I made some earlier and it might help hydrate you more than water. I'd hope it'd be tastier too." He adds, noting your scrunched nose at the mention of water. It feels like all you've been doing these past days is drinking water.

You nod slowly, hoping the food goes down well this time. If Snufkin says it's a good idea, you're going to believe him.

You didn't, however, factor in the fact your friend would have to get up to fetch the food.

A whine passes your lips and you cling on even tighter to his coat.

"Nuh uh! Snuf'in stay!" You protest. Snufkin hushes you, stroking your hair till you calm a little.

"Easy, sweetheart." He coos again. "I'll be right back. Count to ten for me, okay?"

You do so reluctantly, counting between shaky breathes the longer Snufkin is away from you. He smiles encouragingly as he emerges from his tent, large flask in hand.

"There." He says, plopping back beside you before you've even reached the number ten. "I'm so proud of you, little one. I know that was hard."

You get another kiss to your head for your efforts and you can't help the smile that overtakes you. Snukin is proud of you!

"There's that sweet smile." Snufkin says, smiling back as he opens the lid of the flask and pours some soup into it. "Now, I'm going to hold this, just sip carefully okay? And we'll see how you feel once you've tried some."

The task sounds simple enough, and you nod your head with determination. Snufkin boops your nose, and then lifts the soup to your mouth for you to take the first sip.

It's DELICIOUS.

Your eyes widen and Snufkin pulls the lid back as you attempt to gulp all of it down at once.

"Ah ah, not so fast." He says. "I'm glad you like it, but you have to take it easy at first, okay?"

You pout, but nod. Snufkin giggles.

"Okay." He says, bringing the soup to your mouth again.

You sip much more slowly this time, basking in the warmth of the food and the ache in your head fading into the background.

When you can't drink anymore, Snufkin closes the flask and rolls it away from you both, pulling you in to snuggle against him again.

"Now. I think a nap is in order, then by the time you wake up the others should be here to help you feel all better. How's that sound?"

At your clear hesitation, Snufkin continues.

"We can take a nap right here beneath the sky. Together."

You smile and hum in confirmation, allowing Snufkin to lower you both onto the cushions. He tucks your head under his chin, curling into one another, and begins to hum.

The tune isn't a familar one, most likely taking inspiration from the wind, the rustling leaves, the bubble of the stream not so far away.

It sounds like home, and you allow yourself to drift, knowing you are safe, and you are loved.

[degenrcy]

deeper than love (3) ao3 link <-

he can only be so successful, you know

kinda short, not a lot of action sorry !!

warnings: incest, noncon, yeah...

you were a brave freshman, taking on high school by yourself- shig graduated a few years back. he was... supposed to be in college by now, but that's okay. everyone goes at their own pace. it was your first day!

"c-come on, shig-nii, i'm gonna be late again!" you whined, holding desperately onto the edge of the bed. you threw your head back when your brother's dick slid inside you quite forcefully- ah when was it not?

"shut the fuck uuuup, dude." he slapped a hand over your mouth, slowly thrusting in and out. god he loved the feeling, nothing topped it. no other girl felt as good as you ever did. he can't believe he's been getting away with it for so long, all the credit has to go to your parents. they shelter you enough as is, they didn't want you to end up like your failure fuck-up older brother, so they force you to bedtime and the only place you can be by yourself is at school after your loving brother drops you off everyday.

the same loving, caring, amazing brother who has been training you to be his personal free-use toy for... hm, a long, long time. he cums in your mouth before school, calls it your energy boost. he convinced you breakfast wasn't that important- just like food in general. he wanted you small and frail forever. might as well engrain an eating disorder into you too while he was at it.

he slapped your cute little butt after he shoved you out his rank, dirty car. you watched him speed off, hearing the bass from his music trail off when he got to the end of the street. you sighed, limping up the steps to class.

"today my presentation is about sexual assault." your peer stood in front of the class nervously, what a mature topic!!

"sexual assault is non-consensual sexual acts..." cue giggling from your class and a shush from your teacher. "sexual assault is usually done by someone you know- a friend, a family member, or another adult you may know."

wow, what kind of friend or family member would do something against your will?

"the sibling incest rape rates in the country are as follows,"

you furrowed your eyebrows.

you raised your hand, perfectly clipped and manicured nails, because your brother wanted you cute and clean at all times, especially if your hand was gonna be around his dick a lot.

"y/n, question?" your teacher smiled. she was glad someone was being respectful.

"so, this is bad to you?" you quirked your head. the whole class fell silent. your teacher looked bewildered. "my brother rapes me all the time, he told me it's completely normal and good!"

your teacher scrambled to the phone, the whole class still quiet.

ever since that day, you've been stuck in therapy sessions three times a week and constantly monitored. shigaraki no longer lived with the family anymore. you had to move schools, no one could forget that day and cruel students liked to make sure no one else did.

"you could fuck y/n, she let her brother hit." boys would bet on it, others were disgusted at the thought.

"i feel bad, but how could you not know that it was wrong! i was there when she told the class- she was all like-" girls avoided you.

at this point, you were more depressed about all the bullying and assumptions than the trauma you actually endured. a few years went by- it was a lonely few years. your brother surely wasn't that bad the whole time, right?

you knocked at his door- you spent very little time finding where he lived. thank god they posted the addresses of registered sex offenders online. your parents were probably getting ready to tear apart the entire neighborhood looking for you, then kill themselves when they realized where you really were.

the door creaked open, revealing an arm, and shoulder, neck, half body- hair- face.

bags under his eyes, stubble, platinum blue dyed hair. the dark eyes, piercing through you.

"y/n?" his voice was so much deeper.

"hi, big brother."

you pushed open the door, pressing the taser mom bought you into his stomach. he fell over without a sound, spazzing a bit on the floor. you jabbed it in his side for good measure, watching his body writhe.

you got to work tying up his wrists behind his back. he was still super skinny, and his place was filthy. his computer was still on, the fans of the pc whirring loudly, blue illuminating the dark corner of his room, tempting you. as a kid, you always wanted to know what he was typing so furiously away at.

he groaned, looking up at you through his bangs. his eyes flicked to the computer, then back to you.

your mouth went dry, heart heavy. he was even more disgusting than you ever perceived. this was who he was? "you're sick, shigaraki."

you crouched down to his level, his eyes quickly darted between your legs, looking at your panties through your dark tights. you smacked him hard, making him gasp out.

"you really can't help yourself, huh?" you wanted to cry.

"you really shouldn't be here, y/n. go home. mom and dad'll kill you."

you frowned, standing up again. your fingers shook, delicate. you lifted your school skirt up by the hems, his lips quivering open and eyes trailing back down to your bottom half. you revealed yourself to him, like old times.

"do you really want me to leave so soon, shig-nii?"

[jtl07]

jt (finally) watches warrior nun - s1 e3 (pt 1)

Y'all didn't even warn me that this was gonna be that episode?! I near fell out of my chair when I realized this episode had not only the cafeteria/meal scene but also the hug and the hallway scene. Again, strange to know the scenes from fanvids and clips and only now see them in context lol

Anyway it should come to no surprise that I have SO MANY THOUGHTS. So many that I'm going to have to split this episode into either 2 or 3 posts just to talk about Avatrice because the cafeteria scene alone has me feral. Why? Because I'm convinced that it's this scene that builds the foundation for Avatrice.

Everyone points to s1 ep8 as being formative - and rightly so, what with all the face touching lol - but that wasn't the cause, it was an effect, a "symptom" of something that had been building before that. I think s1 ep8 is when they start being aware of their connection, their attraction - I think the cafeteria scene is when that connection begins.

By itself, the cafeteria scene isn't much - tbh, the only thing I'd taken from it before sitting down to watch the series properly was the "not everything is about you" line because of the callback in s2 finale. But taken in context, it's quite a vulnerable scene.

Side note: Many years ago, when I was seriously preparing to go into acting, I was recommended the book "Audition" by Michael Shurtleff. One of the things that stuck with me - in both writing fiction and life in general - is this idea that you have to constantly answer this question: "Why is your character here?" Like, even if the script has them being mean to the other character on stage with them or even outright saying that they want to leave, there's got to be a reason that they're still there - why else would they even be there in the first place? (and it's the actor's job to develop what that reason is, even if it’s never said outright)

So if we look at the cafeteria scene, it very well could not have happened. Ava could have noped out of that room the moment she'd laid eyes on Lilith or when the sisters started leaving. Beatrice herself could have also left. At any point in the conversation, one or both of them could have ended it.

But they didn't. They wanted to believe in people's kindness, wanted a bit of kindness, period. What's beautiful is the arc of the interaction: It starts out rough but slowly they both bend, just a little, give just a little bit of themselves - it's a seed planted, this scene, and I love so much of it.

Okay let's take it from the top. The thing is, most clips (e.g. this one) I've found start with Ava already sitting down next to Beatrice with that infamous voiceover - but I want to actually start before that. Remember: The scene directly before this was Mother Superion and Lilith's first "test" (let's be real, that wasn't a test, it was bullying), and while Ava laughs it off, we know that that's her way of coping - which she says outright during this scene. Coming into the cafeteria at all is incredibly brave after having been faced with such meanness, and then have to face even more meanness in the form of "middle school" style shunning. But she still keeps going, she still chooses to try again, with Beatrice.

Speaking of Beatrice: Her first choice is to stay. Look here - she takes note of Ava setting down her tray and the others whispering and leaving. Sure, she puts her head down and it kinda looks like she's just trying to ignore Ava but still - she doesn't leave.

When Ava makes that middle school comment, Beatrice starts out cold, a bit scolding when she advises Ava to "not treat everything like a joke" and how the halo wasn't just hanging around. But the delivery here is brilliant - KTY could've gone harsher here, tapped into the anger that seems to always be just under the surface with Bea (more on that when I write up my thoughts on s1 ep4), but there's a softness, a grief that she allows to come through. And see, it's that moment of vulnerability, that bending, that hope for kindness that allows Ava also to bend and actually apologize.

And then we have Ava trying again to connect - either because of guilt or because she's desperate for a friend or just to understand in general - and she gives Beatrice the space to share.

Beatrice could have refused. She could have rebuffed her, could have walked away. KTY's choices here are fantastic, how she pauses, how she takes this little breath (00:50 here). The question has unsettled Bea, taken her surprise maybe, but she pushes through, answers Ava honestly. She starts off so matter-of-fact, then slowly starts to thaw. There's beautiful support musically by the bgm piano: a repeated note, akin to the monotone of Beatrice's voice. Then Bea's face changes - and there's a quiet arpeggio that's timed perfectly with it (1:00 here). It's a beautiful touch.

I couldn't help but get this sense of this being cathartic for Beatrice, as if she'd been waiting for a chance to share this, I mean, look at how her face brightens in memory.

What's interesting with Ava is that we don't get a voice over for the rest of this scene - the only sense we get of her discomfort is when she says, "I'm not her, you know." It's the closest we get to her admitting that she's scared shitless - and visually, it's symbolized with her pushing back the hood and allows herself to be seen, to be vulnerable.

And what does Bea do? She immediately comforts, reassures, with such wide eyes and steadiness: "No one expects you to be."

It's a very brief moment, but so, so important: whereas everyone else has been pressuring Ava, trying to get her to do something they want, here is someone who is telling her it's okay to just be who she is.

And yknow, now that I think about it, a lot of this is probably Bea seeing some of herself in Ava. She directly says it with that "It was wasn't me either" line, but I wonder if it's also in the "no one expects you to be" line too - how her parents had expected her to be a certain way, to "fall in line" etc. And probably why she has that small smile when Ava says "It just isn't me"

I don't know if this was a conscious choice by KTY but there's also a moment in the hallway scene where she does a similar small smile - idk I feel like it tends to be moments when she's reassuring Ava. In any case, it's a nice touch.

And then Bea's famous lines, "We all have a past, Ava..." What's interesting here is that in the beginning of the interaction, Bea was hardly meeting Ava's eyes. When she starts talking about Shannon, there are some brief moments when she meets Ava's gaze, but she mostly shies away from Ava's stare. Once she moves into a more reassuring mode, she starts to hold Ava's gaze longer, trying to convince, trying to give comfort.

Can we just talk about how Bea delivers that last line? Taken at face value, "Not everything is about you" can come off really harsh. But Beatrice says it so gently, as if it's not meant as an admonition - part apology maybe (that everyone has their own pain to deal with), part plea (echoing maybe Vincent's direct ask for patience later on), and part encouragement (something like "you'll get through this").

And we end with Ava thoughtful but we're not privy to her thoughts, we're without voice over and just Alba's incredible ability to express so many emotions with just her face.

idk the majority of this is probably just nonsense but whatever, I'm having fun with this lol - I'll write up thoughts about the hug and the hallway scene probably next week, unless I get a lull during my travels this weekend.

[utilitycaster]

The thing that confuses me about the facial expressions, and correct me if I'm wrong, but these are all Voice Actors. With the exception of Ashley Johnson, I haven't seen any of them in a live-action role. Laura Bailey's acting has been honed to fit her medium, a medium where people can't see her face. That's not to say she can't act through expressions or body language, but to me, it seems like her default would be to convey through voice, not expressions.

Additionally, and here's where you should probably fact check me, in the past, many of the cast, including Laura, has narrated non-verbal reactions their characters have had in different situations. If they want us, the audience, to know their character is reacting to a situation in a particular way, such as lying or putting on a brave face, they don't do that in subtle, easy-to-miss facial expressions or shifts in body language. They do it in narration.

Hey!

So, most of them have been in live-action roles - Taliesin did a lot of TV acting as a child, Sam and Liam both have considerable stage experience, and Travis was in Nip/Tuck. I also have no theater training but I would assume that even if you're alone in a booth - or perhaps especially if you are, and have nothing else to act against - it helps to physically act things out. I mean, no theater training...but I do have to talk to clients over the phone and putting on a fake smile does tend to help.

You can watch the cast and they do often adopt facial expressions and postures in line with their characters. I think this is especially noticeable with Matt, since he plays many different people and his posture and expressions do noticeably change within the same episode. But we also have seen it in action. Liam as Caleb is a great example - note how he freezes when Trent's name first comes up in 2x17. Marisha and Travis are also very physical actors, and frequently embody their character's attacks. You can watch clips across campaigns and note differences in body language and expression among most of the cast depending on the character they play. They frequently narrate what their characters do as well, which I think is good both because a lot of people listen to the show as a podcast, because this is standard D&D practice, and because there's only so much you can embody while sitting down at a table. But there's a physical element and I don't think it's bad to attribute some acting in Critical Role to facial expressions.

I take issue specifically with like...well, if you're mentioning that Laura is biting her lip when she briefly glances at Liam or Marisha and claiming that this means she's secretly in love with them and those are the endgame ships, but leaving out, say, this:

or this:

you're transparently cherrypicking. There's quite literally hundreds of hours of the cast making all kinds of expressions both in and out of character, and you can probably find something that supports whatever you want, if taken out of context.

Here's actually a recent example of an out of context expression! Travis does make this face in that episode, but it happens much later in the conversation. Here's Travis when Ashton actually says he knows loneliness Laudna doesn't (around 1:48:50 in 3x49):

The expression in the post actually appears about 2 minutes later (around 1:50:40), as Ashton is asking Laudna what it was like to wake up and have people there, and if you watch it in context, it's not annoyance or rolling his eyes but intense listening to the conversation. (And, to be fair, it's possible they were just using Travis's face at a later point as a reaction...but it's still not even an annoyed face!)

You can find this constantly. It's in the Mighty Nein reunited; people claim that Caleb was dissociating when Jester says she died when he was in fact not even there (he was still polymorphed into a shark) because Liam happened to make a kind of blank expression, possibly because his character wasn't even there yet.

So it's not that the cast doesn't make expressions or embody their characters. They do! They do it a lot! But like...this is actually one of the things I was vagueing when I made this post about crumbs. People will be like LAURA BLINKED AND THIS MEANS SHE LOVES MY SHIP in an episode where Vex and Percy are fucking in the Whitestone vault, or Jester and Fjord are having a 10 minute intense conversation about the future. Expressions are just one piece (and I agree, what the cast actually deliberately says and narrates is far more important, usually, but expressions are still an important part of their acting - they're voice actors, but they're aware they're on camera) and they must be considered in the appropriate context because people will grab out of character moments or misrepresent when a cast member made a certain face or take a single frame and pretend it's a different emotion than was actually expressed to put forth a narrative they already support.

So: fine to include expressions! Great! If they weren't meaningful then our many fine gifmakers in the fandom would be wasting their time! But as with anything, they can be twisted or deliberately misrepresented, and when they're placed as immutable truth even when out of context, misinterpreted, and at odds with what the cast is actually doing and saying, it borders on deluded.

[elfcollector]

how can you not want to see the person you love?

rating: teen

relationships: platonic farah & the detective, mentioned ava/the detective

warnings: talk of neglect and death

summary: "It sucks, that Ava's so repressed and stupid and cruel. But just because she's dumb doesn't mean you're alone. And it sucks that your mom wasn't around." Farah's hands curl over hers and squeeze, careful, gentle. "You've still got a family. I swear, you've still got a family."

"Are you — okay?"

Nat's voice is comforting and kind, for all that she isn't even pretending to think that Erin might be; she watches the Detective — or Agent, now, a change in title that will take some adjustment for both of them — unwrap the bandages around her hands and grit her teeth at the bruised and busted knuckles beneath them. Erin has spent most of the period since taking down the auction in the training room, every spare moment spent throwing punches. Were Ava and Erin speaking in more than short, clipped statements, and only when they've got no choice, Nat imagines that Ava would probably approve of the other's dedication. As it is, Ava is too miserable and Erin is too angry for Ava's approval — or for that approval to matter.

"I'm fine," Erin says, rolling her shoulders back and sitting back on one of the room's benches to rest. Nat can't blame Erin for her anger — but she worries, even so.

"You've barely rested, Erin. I just worry you may be pushing yourself too hard."

"I said I'm fine." The words are hard, nearly spat, and Natalie winces; Erin does, too, head ducking, hands pressing to her face. "Ugh. I'm sorry. I sound like Ava — I'm okay. I just..."

Natalie moves closer but doesn't sit beside her. "I understand. And I won't push you to rest if you're not ready to. But please at least think on it, all right?"

Erin nods, wondering at the quiet, stinging space in her chest that wishes Nat would push harder. Natalie is certainly her best friend within Unite Bravo, but sometimes her dedication to smoothing things over, avoiding conflict at the expense of everything else, stings. It would be nice, for someone to fight — really fight — for her heart, even if that meant fighting her. No one's ever been brave enough.

Or maybe Erin is just too stubborn by half.

She smiles, sharp and unkind, into her hands. I really am just like Ava.

But she doesn't say that. "I will. I promise, Nat. Thank you for worrying."

Nat nods to herself, only seeming half-convinced, but takes her leave. Not before casting a worried, loving gaze back at Erin, now nursing her busted knuckles. Erin wishes she could say she appreciated the quiet.

She sits forward with a groan, hands rising to curl around the back of her neck. They press against her vertebrae as she tries to ignore the feel of the scars from Murphy against her throat — or the memory of Ava's lips on that very spot. The thought, however brief, has her groaning once more, irritation flooding her chest — directed more at herself than at Ava. It's pathetic, the way that even this angry and heartbroken and betrayed, her body still alights at the memory.

I shouldn't have kissed her, Erin thinks, not for the first time. That was stupid of me. And maybe it was. But it was cruel of Ava, too — and worse to be cruel than stupid.

She sits up, looking over the empty room. Despite the way she chose to send Nat away, she's tired of empty rooms.

As if on cue, there's a figure walking through the door; Farah's golden eyes widen at the sight of the detective, and then a wide smile splits her lips. She's across the room in an instant, leaning on the bench and grinning down at Erin; the smile is so wide that Erin can't help but return it.

"Did Nat send you after me? You don't strike me as somebody who spends a lot of time working out," Erin asks, but there's no unkindness to her voice, just a little teasing.

Farah's head tilts. "Nah, haven't seen Nat. I was actually looking for Ava, and this is usually her turf." Erin flinches at the name, and Farah smiles sympathetically.

"She's not here. I've effectively run her off."

Farah's sympathetic smile fades into an even more sympathetic grimace. "Serves her right, if you ask me."

Erin barks out a laugh. "Thanks."

There's a few long moments of silence; Erin fills it by re-wrapping her busted knuckles, and Farah rocks back on her heels, hands in her pockets, seeming to consider something. Weighing her options. Erin lets her do so, at least until she asks, "So, is the Ava thing making it weirder with your mum?"

Erin freezes, eyes widening. Her head whips up to face the agent, lips twisting into a frown until she realizes looking at her face that this isn't one of Farah's well-meaning jokes that occasionally crosses a line; it's a sincere, worried question. She still sputters for an answer at the incredibly blunt inquiry.

"Uh —" it's almost a choke. "Elaborate."

"I just mean — well, y'know, Nat and Ava aren't my moms or anything — blech." Farah pretends to gag. "We're all equals, but they are way older than me, and they kinda act a little parental sometimes. And if somebody I was in love with —" Erin doesn't bother flinching at the words, "— broke my heart like an asshole, then I'd have Nat and Ava to go to. But you and your mom don't really — talk. About anything, let alone this sorta thing. So I was wondering if that felt like shit."

Erin does flinch this time, teeth grinding. "I'm fine," she bites out, like she'd done to Nat several minutes earlier. Unlike Nat, though, Farah doesn't make to leave; her lips press together, thinning slightly, then she shakes her heard.

"You're obviously not. And, look, if you don't wanna talk to me about it that's your prerogative. But you're part of this family, so you don't get to sulk alone."

"I'm not sulking —" but even the offense is sputtered, choked past a sharp mixture of shock and pain at the word family. Farah just gives her a look, a thick brow arching, and Erin ducks back down. Her hands rise, hands once again resting against the back of her neck. Her teeth press together. She's mostly just angry because Farah is right, and she knows it.

But she doesn't say that. She lets the silence stretch for a while, before she says, voice soft, less angry than she'd expected, "Family's a tough concept for me, Farah."

From the corner of her eye, past the crooked arms hanging close to her head, Erin sees Farah stiffen a little. "Whattaya mean?"

"Take a guess."

"No." The word is surprisingly strong, but not at all cruel. "Explain it to me."

Erin's surprised that she's not more pissed off by the words. She respects Farah, likes her a great deal, but it's so frustrating, too — that Farah never takes no for an answer, never knows when to quit. But hadn't Erin just been hoping for that?

She's surprised she's not angry.

And Erin's surprised, when after a long, silent moment, she does explain it. "My dad died when I so little. I barely remember him, but I remember how bad everything got after." It's quiet. "Rebecca had always been busy, but after he died, it was like — she just disappeared. And when she was around, my whole childhood, it always felt like she — didn't know how to be near me." She remembers their conversation after the meeting with the Chamber and Rebecca's confession that she'd stayed away because she hadn't known how to parent her. Like that was supposed to be a comfort. "Dad's dead and — Mom throws herself into work so she doesn't have to see me. And I was the rich, strict kid without parents, so I didn't have any friends to fall back on, just whatever nanny Rebecca hired. It was just — I always felt wrong. Wrong for Mom. Wrong for everybody else."

Farah doesn't speak. Not until Erin laughs and says, harsh and exhausted, "Wrong for Ava."

Farah stiffens again; in an instant, the agent is on kneeling before Erin where she sits, hands resting on her knees. The sudden movement is enough to have Erin's head lifting, eyes widening, hands loosening from around her neck and then falling to rest on the bench beside her.

"You're not wrong for anybody," Farah insists.

"So, yeah — I wish Rebecca was somebody I could go to about Ava. Mostly, I just wish I had a mum at all. But instead I'm ——" She bites down on the words. This is already so much fucking vulnerability, so much more honesty than she can ever bear, but Farah's eyes are wide and kind and open. It's easy to make confessions. It's easy, and that feels so wrong. (Again, the miserable thought: I'm so much like Ava.)

"You're what?" the vampire presses softly.

She doesn't want to be like Ava, pushing everyone who loves her away. "I'm still alone, and after all this it still feels like — the problem is me."

Farah's eyes widen, her hands moving to take Erin's; they hold tight, tugging those hands into Erin's lap. The detective inhales raggedly. Farah says, "It sucks, that Ava's so repressed and stupid and cruel. But just because she's dumb doesn't mean you're alone. And it sucks that your mom wasn't around." Her hands curl over hers and squeeze, careful, gentle. "You've still got a family. I swear, you've still got a family."

The words break something. Something small, something bleeding. Erin hasn't cried about the pain — not once — has been too stubborn and angry to allow it. No tears at the auction, bound and fearful for Bobby and herself. No tears staring at the faces of strangers stolen away because of her. No tears at the nightmares of Murphy that she can't escape. No tears when Ava kissed and then fled from her. But this — this simple, desperate promise that she has a family — has her inhaling raggedly, eyes stinging and vision blurring. Her hands pull from Farah's to wipe at her eyes as the tears start to fall, and Farah's hands setting on her legs, as if unwilling to allow Erin even the suggestion of aloneness.

It isn't fair, Erin thinks at last, teeth gritting. What a stupid, petulant thought, but it's true, and it's a thought she's been stubbornly repressing for days. Weeks. Years, maybe. It isn't fair. It isn't fair that she didn't get to have a father. It isn't fair that Rebecca chose not to be a mother. And it isn't fair that Ava says she loves her and then throws her away.

It isn't fair that she should have to feel like the problem is her, and it isn't fair that both Rebecca and Ava told her outright that they don't know how to be close to her.

It isn't fair that she should have fallen in love with another person who seems intent on teaching her the miserable lesson that she'll always be alone.

She feels Farah's hands squeeze, just a little, against her knees. Erin's breath catches. That's right. That's right. She's not alone. The words beat against her broken heart, not quite sticking.

Her hands drop from her eyes, the tears slowing to a stop. Farah looks at her without expectation, just warm eyes and a tender, sloping smile. Erin says, "You never know when to leave well enough alone, huh?"

"Nope!" the young woman replies cheerfully. "Not when it comes to my family." She squeezes her knees again. "I'm sorry. I really am, that your mum wasn't there and that Ava can't be, either. But don't forget about the rest of your family. Me, an' Nat and Morgan...we're here for you. We're sticking around."

Erin has a poor track record with keeping families. But it's hard to doubt Farah's eyes and her open smile. And Nat and Morgan are still around, checking on her, despite how cold she's been to them.

"And," Farah continues, "there's nothing about you that's wrong or not enough." She's kind enough not to respond to the way that Erin's heart aches and stutters. "I'm not saying I don't get feeling that way. But if people abandon you, that's on them, not you."

"Even your commander?" Erin asks, the words a little choked.

"Even her." Farah's smile softens further. "She's my family. I love Ava. But you're also my family, and I love you, too."

And Erin's heart breaks in a small, simple way at that small, simple promise. She refuses to cry again, inhaling sharply to keep the tears at bay, and then nods weakly and manages a faint smile. Farah seems to appreciate the attempt.

"Ugh," Erin finally mutters as Farah moves from kneeling in front of her to sitting beside her. "Sorry, I — that was more vulnerability than I've allowed myself since college."

"That's the vibe I got, yeah."

Erin inhales, hard, again. The air helps. So does Farah. She feels less cornered. This is too old a hurt for one conversation to heal it, especially after the wound being driven dug deeper by yet another person who can only say "I love you" when Erin is dying — and another person who abandons her afterwards even so. But it helps. It stems the bleeding. Farah stems the bleeding. Family stems the bleeding.

Erin's smile widens and goes a little heartbroken a little at the thought.

"I'm gonna train a little bit longer then call it," Erin starts, pushing herself to stand. She inhales slow then exhales slower. "You wanna stick around and help?"

Farah grins, popping up herself. "Sure! I'm no Morgan, but I am still a vampire, so prepare to get your shit rocked."

Erin just laughs, posture adjusting. "Thanks." And she doesn't just mean for the warning.

[popcorn1989]

I honestly would love any whumpy Sihtric stories, but if I had to choose then I would request “does it hurt a lot?” With him (also love Sihtric/Finan ship). Thank you ❤️

Note: Love these two, thanks Anon, I had a lot of fun writing this.

Pairing: Sihtric x Finan

Summary: The battle was finally over, the Danes attacking Coccham running away in droves now. Sihtric had just killed the last brave Dane who was still attacking him furiously. Finan watched as Sihtric was struck in the head by the opponent's sword pommel. But by the time he reached Sihtric, the attacking Dane was already down. But Finan was being motherly, far too motherly by Sihtric's standards.

Warning: Actually nothing but some blood and Finan's care for his Danish friend.

Prompt List - here

Sihtric drew his ax from the Dane's neck and exhaled heavily. He clipped his ax to his belt and put his hands on his hips as he watched the last of the Danes shrink as they run away from Coccam. The second attack, after a short while, but Uhtred had hoped that this would be the last attack, for their numbers were dwindling and they, on the other hand, suffered few casualties. With Finan's idea to trap the Danes, the second attack of the Danes went better and ended faster.

He was just spitting on the lying Dane when Finan grabbed his shoulder and turned to face him. "It's all ok?" Sihtric nodded in bewilderment and grinned, delighted to see his friend, whom he considered a brother, alive. But Finan fingered his armor. "Really? What is that?" Finan asked, examining the crack in his armor. "I don't know, I guess someone hit me" But before he could say he wasn't hurt, he noticed Finan's fingers, which went into the crack and felt for a wound. He was shaken by Finan, but he put a hand on Finan's to stop him from widening the crack. "Stop it now"

"Really now? I'm not wounded," Sihtric spoke when he saw Finan checking his fingers for blood. "You never know, you're so in Rage that sometimes you don't realize it until later, maybe Osferth should look at the skin afterward." Finan spoke in worry. Sihtric raised his eyebrows in disbelief. But before he could say anything, Finan walked around him, but he stopped with the first steps. "Oh no, I'm telling you, you're wounded." Sihtric looked at his upper right arm.

"It's nothing... What... What the hell are you doing?" he asked as Finen felt the wound with his finger and looked more closely "Your luck, just a scratch, doesn't need stitches" Sihtric shook his head as Finen made his way forward and now stood behind him. "I watched you, fought like a weasel" - "So that's what you did, just stood there and watched, that's why there were so many men I had to fight" - "That's not quite right, some of them attacked me" - "Oh, so you had to fight?" - "Yes, I did both, fighting and looking."

"Well, someone has to watch over you while... Oh no, your dagger is gone," he said, tapping the empty scabbard at his back. "It must be in somebody of this one," he said irritably, and pointed to the surrounding dead bodies with both hands. "You sure you're alright, Finan? Did you get hit on the head?" he asked now, as Finan appeared on his left side. "Would you like me to help you find it?" he said, when he wanted to touch his arm with his hand again.

Sihtric avoided his touch and looked down at his arm, "It's dirt and no, you don't need to look, I'll find it." For a long time he watched Finan, who thoughtfully searched the corpses, looking for the dagger "I said, I don't need your help ... gods... are you alright?" he now asked. Finan nodded when he first saw Sihtric's face, and his eyes widened. "Good God, would you rather sit down?" he spoke and grabbed Sihtric's shoulders, so he could help him sit down.

Sihtric got angry, he hated being mothered. "Stop. Stop right there!" he said and snatched away from Finan's efforts to put him on the ground. "I don't want to sit down, I'm fine," he said as he walked a few steps away from Finan and wiped his bloody forehead with the back of his hand. He saw how blood remained on his hand, but he hardly had any pain, a little headache, but he wouldn't tell Finan that now. Who knows what ideas Finan would come up with.

"Gods, I wonder who got hurt here. Your brain must really be bruised" - "Nah, I'm fine, I didn't bruise anything, but you don't look good" - "You don't look good when I'm done with you. Can't you bother someone else?" - "I'm just worried about my best friend" Sihtric's anger faded instantly at Finan's words, and he ginned. "Yes, one question, Finan, you could have just asked one question instead of acting like a mother"

Finan nodded and looked down, "So?" he asked, nudging some dirt aside with his shoes. "So what?" Finan cleared his throat and looked back at Sihtric. "Does it hurt a lot?" Sihtric rolled his eyes. He shook his head annoyed, the people in the square were already busy removing the bodies of the attackers, and he saw Uhtred standing by Osferth. "You know, it would hurt less if we got drunk now" Sihtric said and nodded his head to the tavern.

Finan followed his gaze, Uhtred and Osferth were about to enter the tavern. "I call that a very good idea," he said, happily nudged his friend with his fist, Sihtric put an arm around Finan's shoulders, and together they walked in Uhtred's direction. "But first Osferth looks at your wounds" said Finan. "Gods," Sihtric said, pushing Finan away, who stopped and made a gesture of - what did I say? - before following Sihtric.

[fvckeduplilwhinybxtch]

Welcome to my first Harry Potter story! I hope you guys enjoy!

Fred Weasley x yn

Warnings: Handjobs! Smut!

Part: 1

Somethings dont go as planned part 1

Yn Black, was the daughter of Sirius black, she is smart and brave but she was often shy. That was until, She met the Weasley's, They brought out a side in her she didn't know she had.

*flashback*

Yn Walked into the burrow with her dad,young yn's cheeks immediately become red from being shy "it's alright hun" Her dad, Sirius, said to try to make her feel better. Yn lifted her head slightly as she heard what sounded like a herd of horses running down the burrow's stairs, she saw 2 identical boys, both with Firey red hair "Oh hey Sirius hunny! Oh my you brought yn, hello dear! I'm Molly" The ginger lady, known as Molly said. "i-im yn..yn black..im 10" yn said quietly to Molly "That's a wonderful name honey" Molly said with a smile. Next thing you know, another redhead, much shorter came running over "oh hunny, this is Ron" Molly said with a smile "he's the same age as you" Molly added, Sirius smiled softly at how yn was already warming up to them all. "Fred, George! Ginny! Come here please!" Molly called for her other youngest's. "Yn this is fred and George, if they ever annoy you,you have my permission to wack them on there heads" Molly said "they are 12 and this here is Ginny, she is 9" Molly said with a smile.

A couple days later yn was running around the house with Ron and Ginny, before the young girl, yn knew it, she tripped and hurt her toe, making the younger girl Yelp and sit on the ground "yn are you okay!?" Ron said quickly and Ginny sat near her, worriedly. Out of nowhere fred and george appeared, Fred quickly went to yn and hugged her "what happened?" Fred asked "I tripped" Yn said and sniffles..... Since that day Fred has always stuck by her side, and always telling Molly how much he loved yn.

*End of flashback*

Yn Was currently with her dad at the burrow, sitting at the table where everyone ate there 3 meals a day. She heard Fred, George, and the golden trio chattering about something, the twins were 17 now, meaning yn, Ron, Harry and Hermione were 15 and Ginny is 14. "Not flashing that clipping again, are you, Ron?" George said, grabbing a prophet from Ron "I haven't shown anyone!" Ron said in defence "No, not a soul! Unless you count Tom" Fred Said with a smirk

"The day maid" George added "The night maid" Fred added "the cook" George added

"that bloke who came to fix the toilet"

Fred added "and that wizard from Belgium!" George added, lastly. Yn giggled softly "got caught there Ron" The young, black said and smiled softly "what are you studying?" Fred asked as he towered behind Yn. The young girl blushed softly at the older boy "just some potions work" She said as she flipped the page of her potions book "Boring!" Fred said and grabbed Yn's potions book, yn quickly got up and looked up at her book, which Fred was holding up "Fred! Come on!" Yn said and whined slightly, yn and Fred always Flirted around, Yn knew people wouldn't like it because of the slight age difference, Fred was almost a adult and she was still a minor, it wasn't a 4 year age gap so it was fine but not a lot of people would like it.

*time skip to Hogwarts because I'm lazy asf*

Yn was a proud Gryffindor, happy to be with her friends, she was 16, just turned 16 actually, yn was also proud to admit her and Fred were a thing. As of right now yn was studying in her room when she heard her dorm room door open "Love?" it was Fred, he never let her study, he always wanted attention,she didn't mind but sometimes she just wanted to study. "Yes Freddie? If your here to bother me then turn around and leave baby" yn said and giggled softly, Fred playfully rolled his eyes and layed down putting his head in her lap since she was sitting on her bed. Fred got a peak up her skirt, He would never admit the sexual frustration he had for her, yn didn't wanna do anything yet because she's a virgin."Fred Gideon Weasley! Watch your eyes handsome" Yn said and giggled playfully smacking his head "Sorry" Fred said with a light chuckle and Yn went back to reading. Eventually, about 20 minutes later, Fred was Antsy and kept moving around "Freddie, why are you- Oh.." Yn asked but saw the tent in his pants, she smirked and decided to be brave, going back to her book and continuing her potions work, sliding her left hand down Fred's body and palmed him, earning a soft gasp from the taller. Fred bucked his hips up into her hand once he felt her palm him "be patient..." yn said and started unbuckling his belt, pulling his rock hard length out and stroking him, earning a small moan. After 3 minutes, The younger girl kept up at a good speed and felt Fred twitch in her hands "Fuck..yn.." Fred groaned slightly, laying his head back "What Freddie?" yn asked instantly, as she watched the older boy, bite his lip as he got closer and closer to his release. Fred bucked his hips up into her hand and moaned softly, soon spilling his seed on her hand "shit.." Fred said with a soft panting, the girl couldn't help but bite her lip, her boyfriend became a mess because of her, she felt the feeling between her legs grow hotter "Can I return the favor?" Fred asked sliding his length back into his pants, loosely buckling them. Yn quickly nodded at Fred "Please..." yn begged slightly, The redhead layed on his stomach, pushing her back so her back was on the headboard of her bed, he lifted her legs up and wasted no time in sliding her panties off, planting kisses on her clit, that was aching for attention "Oh.. Fred" Yn said and put her hand on his head, twirling some of his hair around her finger, that only boosted the boys confidence, making him lick a straight line up her slit and start sucking and bubbling at her bundle of nerves "Mm Freddie.." Yn said, biting her lip and leaning her head back as Fred working his mouth and tongue on her nether Region. After a few minutes yn was squirming under Fred's touch, this would be her first ever orgasm, she gripped Fred's hair and pulled slightly, soon Cumming all over his mouth "Fred!" Yn yelled out and shook slightly, "That was great baby, you did so well" Fred said and kissed her lips deeply, she kissed back "Love..im ready..please" Yn said, then before she knew it she heard a different voice "Yn!Here! Really!?" That voice belonged to Hermione Granger "Shit" yn said, luckily Fred was fully clothed, yn quickly pulled her panties on and pulled her skirt back up "Uh.. What did you need Mione?" Yn said and fixed up her hair. "I'm gonna go.. I love you" Fred said and kissed Yn's cheek quickly before exiting "I was coming to get you because I wanted to walk to dinner with you, but saw you snogging Fred, instead of studying" Hermione said, making a slight disgusted face "that's not the point anymore, yn Fred is almost 18 and your 16!" Hermione said "Mione, I know.." Yn said and sighed "No ones gonna like that..they will know your a minor and he's gonna be a adult" Hermione said, genuinely worried for her best friend "Listen, I know but I love him- l-lets just go to dinner I'm hungry..." yn said, getting nervous and walked out of the dorm, she walked to the great Hall and sat down, waiting for the feast.

[relyingonoldships]

WIP Word Search Game

Tagged by @practicecourts which honestly lol because she knows I write but never get round to publishing and that I definitely owe jilychallenges from last year and beyond.

So yeah everything below is from fics which in classic me fashion are all war time and all angsty and will likely never actually be finished. Sorry. 🙂

Last

It's then that she sees him and the air feels like it gets sucked out of the room. James' eyes meet hers through the crowd only for the briefest of seconds, she'll swear she wasn't even looking for him, the predicament she found herself in had knocked all thoughts of James right out of her mind. He's back in it now with the force of a bus and it knocks the wind right out of her.

He looks afraid, she can't remember the last time he looked genuinely afraid. He's fearless, her husband. And brave. But right now he looks like a scared little boy and it breaks her heart.

He also looks ready to take a step forward and she stops him with the barest shake of her head. She tells him don't you dare in the millisecond their eyes lock before she forces herself to look away. She won't give him away. Not if she can help it.

Hands

The stag bucks through the room and the crowd disperses faster than she's ever seen, a few fall foul of the sharp antlers, she knows there will be broken bones as his powerful hind legs buck wildly and before she knows it there's a clear path towards the door. She doesn't hesitate. Her heels scramble for purchase and she uses her hands to help propel her forward.

She launches out of the door, hurtling herself onto the frozen cobbles of the alley. He's close behind her, she heard the wood of the door splintering followed by the sharp clip of his hooves on the uneven stone.

Help

She continues her tirade that "Young people are too busy eloping to bother with a proper wedding these days..." and "You wouldn't catch me in anything but official Malkin wedding robes myself!" while Lily contemplates in the cramped dressing room just how much of her normal clothing she might get away with wearing under these things. 'These things' because she was quite mistaken that these wedding robes would be simple to put on, there are layers galore and she's trying to figure out some kind of order to them. She won't ask the woman for help, she learned early on at Hogwarts that wizards often laughed when you didn't understand what they felt were perfectly normal things and by her second month at school she stopped asking and stubbornly tried to figure things out for herself.

I didn't have anything for 'Fly' 🤷🏻‍♀️

Grasp, wonder, find, smile for @tumbledfreckles @mppmaraudergirl and @ohmygodshesinsane. I'm so sorry if you've been tagged before. I've been terrible at keeping up recently!

[marshmallow--3]

Okay let's find some way to unwrap this dream

Irl, I woke up around 9ish am, watched some Facebook clips of American shows (Drop Dead Diva & Law and Order: SVU) that I don't have access to, then it got to about noon and I realised I was still tired, so I had an internal debate of whether I should listen to my body bc it kept passing out and abruptly waking up, or if I should be sensible bc if I went to sleep then, I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight for work tomorrow

I decided to nap for 20 minutes, woke up after 20 minutes and decided I was still tired

So I went back to sleep and would keep waking up abruptly, so I had lots of quick succession flashes of the same dream and it's super interesting

The dream:

There was a young girl, aged 7 at most, on trial for murder

She wasn't physically present at court but spoke through a purple children's toy called Ayuda (Spanish: "help")

And she attested that she was in a nurse's office and a man dressed like Santa walked in - she was very clear that the man wasn't really Santa, he was just the nurse's husband dressed up like Santa

Then she had a blackout episode

Then she woke up covered in blood with a bloody knife in her hands, the nurse was dead, she'd been viciously stabbed to death, and the man dressed like Santa was looking terrified on the opposite side of the room, also covered in blood

But in court, the man was attesting that he was the real Mr Santa Claus and his wife was also present confirming her identity as the real Mrs Claus

The girl had a blackout episode so she couldn't confirm for sure what happened, but she knows she didn't kill the nurse, and experts are saying that the force used to stab the nurse could only come from an adult

Mr Claus was saying he was in the office the whole time and saw the little girl stab the nurse to death

So it's a trial of, who did this? This little girl or this man claiming to be the real Santa Claus?

And then later, there was a call with this little girl through Ayuda, because she's actually part of a sect (cults are for cunts with cash, sects are separate from society, I learnt this in Sociology & RE) and was kidnapped from home; one of the investigating agents said, "you're really brave, I'm glad you want to be free", and the little girl replied, "no, you only think I do", and then the call went dead - also it was never her real voice coming through, it was programmed to sound like the toy's voice, so it's this cheerful robotic voice coming from the toy

And then later it was revealed that monsters exist amongst humans

There was a woman who was a suspect, she was believed to be a monster who didn't actually need a heart to live and fed off violence and human souls

So she was tricked by some civilians who are the teenage kids of the investigating agents to undergo heart surgery

They tricked her because they removed the heart entirely and woke her up, told her that everything was fixed - her heart was left on the table and her chest was still wide open - but she just smiled and tried to pass as authentically grateful for saving her life, and there's no indication at all that she feels pain or any sensations at all

And then the teenagers are like, "one more thing, look down"

And she does, and sees her chest cavity is empty and that her ribs are still cracked open and her insides are on show

And she takes her time looking up, looking from under her eyebrows and a grin starts to form and she says one word, "Oops" before launching herself at them in attack

And then there were another part of the teenage group who found out that one of their friends had been staging clues around the detectives, pretending that the little girl had been in contact, and they referred to the toy they'd left as Bebéita (Spanish(?): Little baby)

So they took their friend before the detectives to clear things up, and the detectives withheld information to see if she were the real deal anyway, they raised their voice and lowered their voice, because they knew from investigating what effect this had on the voice of the little girl

And this teenager projected the little girl's voice through her and followed exactly what the detectives where expecting even though she didn't know what effects there would be to falsify it

Anyway so you'd think that no-heart murder lady was the real murderer but she's actually only a follower

The truth of the case is that the little girl had murdered the nurse in the sense that it was her body used, but a dark spirit possessed her to do it

The real murderer was this floating purple plasma body

And some scenes that stick out:

The no-heart murder lady had intended to murder one of the detectives but the detective came back from the dead because she also had monster powers but no-heart murder lady did not know this

The little girl and the purple plasma murder blob were always watching the detectives from across the city and the detectives knew this so whenever they stepped outside, they were just like

even with a kid's playground near the precinct 😂

Fun dream, fun times

[mermaidsirennikita]

Trying to decide if the stills of the Sharma’s all in purple dresses that seem to match what Kate’s wearing in the sexy clip from the trailer is theit wedding or just an engagement ball for Kate and Anthony. Because the two families seem way too close for it to be anything more casual and I don’t think everyone would be that happy if it was a party for Anthony and Edwina? Kind of hope it’s an engagement ball and they’re getting it on a bit before the wedding.

Yeah, the closeness of the families (Violet being all tight with Mary and Edwina) seems to be too much for people who aren't in laws or about to be in laws. I'm not sure if we got an episode number for the still with the women in purple; I could've sworn it was kind of an early ep, but maybe not?

But yeah, at a glance the dress she's wearing in that still seems to be similar to the dress she's stripping out of... and so do the gloves. I do think that stripping clip is probably after the wedding, as he's wearing a flower at his lapel, which seems to be a wedding thing. But it would be truly WILD to me if they released stills of Kate in her wedding dress in advance, even if it isn't an obvious wedding dress; plus, it would honestly be weird for me if Mary and Edwina dressed in like... matching tones lol. I know this isn't a modern wedding, but damn, you don't dress even in the same color family as the bride (in western weddings, at least--idk if that's a nod or not, as they seem to be giving a lot of "nods" to India in the clothing this season.... or trying to).

I would love it if they fuck around a bit before the wedding. Let them have fun! Anthony and Kate did (mildly) fool around a bit before the wedding in the book.

What I'm pretty sure of based off that trailer is this:

--Edwina will get married at the end of the season. Kate looked way too happy in the haldi scene with her, and additionally her hair is down.... which imo, is probably more of a married and well-fucked Kate thing. We've barely seen any stills or clips of Kate with her hair down (outside of nightgown or "riding across the glen like Merida" moments) and I think that's because a lot of them happen after she's married/in love/has gotten some good head.

--Speaking of, the moment when Kate and Anthony are together in the ballroom, marigolds strewn about? Probably Edwina's wedding, or engagement party, or an extended haldi ceremony. Kate's dress is that same color. Her hair is down. She's wearing a tiara.... which she does in other scenes, but not with her hair down. It's the viscountess look. Also, they're holding hands offscreen. There's no way they'd hold hands in public, outside of a dance, if they weren't married. I suppose it's possible that it's Kate's own haldi ceremony, but idk that they'd show that twice--imo, she gets married too quickly for one. I'm getting strong "putting on a brave face in the midst of marital woes"/finally coming together after marital woes vibes from that bit.

--I didn't think they'd have the balls to do it, but they might just be keeping that bee sting based off the moment in the trailer where Kate has a mark on her collarbone. What else could that be from? Why would they have the bee sting if it wasn't the (ultimate) reason they got married? And the moment *fits*. Edwina is all "he's not so bad" and Kate is all "I SAW HIM KICK MY DOG EDWINA, HE IS BASICALLY A DOG MURDERER, actually I made that up and I *do* want to fuck him but that's irrelevant". It feels like Edwina is talking Kate down post-bee pre-wedding. It might even be that big moment where Edwina and Kate get a little real.

--Sorry to that man (people who want Kate and Anthony to do nothing wrong ever) but illicitaffairs.mp3 is happening. They're longing and lusting and shit welllll before he and Edwina officially shut down the possibility of an engagement. That doesn't mean Edwina is *in love* with him (maybe infatuated) but they're going for LE SCANDALE with this. And good! Glad. Let's do it.

[valeskakingdom]

Request

Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?

Requested by @violentvaleska

For sure!! But again I gonna split this part in 2 because I noticed it would have been too long instead ahaha. I try to hurry with part 4!! Honestly, it's really cool to write oneshots!

And here it is:

Jerome x female reader (part 3)

Warning: mention of sex, depression and death

Word count: 3459

Gift credit: @jokersbabe27

"And here is our bedroom!" Jerome opened another wooden door and lead you into it.

You were irritated by his assertion 'our bed'. You weren't a couple or something. He just kidnapped and called you his property.

You examined the room. White pained walls, claret velvet curtains, a king size bed with while pillows and blankets, and some furnishungs. It didn't look that bad, much better than your little apartment.

"It's...pretty." You gave him a short smile hoping he would believe your faked comfortableness.

Actually you didn't feel well about that. You were around lunatics who either killed or are people...and you, you were the only sane one. You were clearly a victim for them. Sooner or later they would cause you problems.

You started to think about all the cruel things they could do to you in case, Jerome was not there: they could scare you away, haunt you for fun, or...leaving their sexual needs out on you. It was horrible, you literally lived in hell now.

The worse part was on it: you would be a loner if Jerome was gone. A nobody. Nobody would help you. Hell, they'd probably just mock at you that Jerome's property was just an anxious fool and that they couldn't understand what Jerome liked about you so much - you didn't even understand it. You were just a one off.

"But uhm...Jerome?" You turned to him.

"Yes, doll?" Jerome gave you a wide smile glaring at you with his big blue eyes.

"I need clothes... And all my clothes are in my apartment and-..." You knew you couldn't go back.

Not because of him and all your feelings for him- oh no, you wished you could go to your friend to forget the moment where Jerome frightened you to death. His permanent mood changes exhausted you a lot. On your way to his hostage, he made everyone clear that you were his property. No one was allowed to touch you nor to talk to you...They weren't even allowed to look at you. It was crazy. You should just belong to him, he was literally crazy about you.

So yeah, you couldn't go. If you went away, he'd chase you...and if he caught you, you'd probably end up dead.

"You don't need your old clothes, doll." He walked to one of the shelves and opened it: Lacy underwear, seemingly expensive but nice dresses, and some shirts with pants filled it.

"Uhm-..." Before you could say anything, you were interrupted by an older man in a black tuxedo and yelled dark brown hair.

You knew this man: Theo Galavan, the one coming into office of Gotham's major.

But what does he have to do with all the lunatics? And why were they living in his tower? It confused you a lot. In the TV, he seemed to be a good guy. Rich, clever, apparently cared Zabout all citizen's wealth. He wanted to safe the city, or even makes it a better place for everyone.

Your feeling told you though, he was the total opposite: a villain who wants to reign over Gotham.

Why else would he keep lunatics in his tower?! You thought.

"Jerome," Theo Galavan slowly stepped forward with a grin in his face, his hands were folded into each other "I see, you show our new guest her new hostage." He turned to you "I'm Theo Galavan, call me Theo."

"(Y/n)." You gave him a nervous smile.

"I'm sorry, you've been arrived during such ordinary circumstances." He placed his hand on his chest "It wasn't planned to scare you away. But I think we both know Jerome's little tick for an overdramatic show, don't we?"

"O-ohhh, yeah, uhm... it's... it's fine?...yeah," You stammered a little while trying "It was uhm... adventurous." You chuckled nervously completely ignoring his little question.

"Indeed," Theo chuckled darkly rubbing his palms, then he walked a few steps to Jerome and whispered something in his ear. You couldn't understand what he was saying though. You just felt uncomfortable about two people talking behind your back but right in front of you. You just could see Jerome nodding with a grin as both looked at each other. Something was wrong, that you can tell.

"Anyways," Theo turned around with a smile in his face "I leave you two alone now. Some privacy should be appropriated. It was a pleasure to meet you (Y/n) and welcome home." He shut the door and left our room before you could say anything.

"That guy's amazing, did I tell you? If you know him, you'll understand me. He's a big authority and-..."

"What did he tell you?" You interrupted him giving him a stern look "It was about me, wasn't it?" You didn't know where you've got that brave from. Maybe because you were a little scared about what exactly Theo whispered into Jerome's ear?

"I really hate it when some interrupts me..." Jerome grumbled giving you a death stare, his bearing was cramped and he clenched his fists; it looked like he was about to kill you every minute "It's very impolite to interrupt someone, don't you think?"

You couldn't say anything so you just nodded quickly in panicking and fear. More and more you just wanted to go home. You wished you never took the bus to your friend, instead you just could've ask them to hook you up then you wouldn't have been here.

You really didn't want to live like that: being frightened from your oh so called partner because he could kill you every time you were doing a mistake in his eyes.

"Good," but then his death stare and cramped bearing faded instantly and as always he gave you a warm smile "Now to answer your question..." Jerome grabbed your waist pulling you close to him, his nails were dug in your skin that it almost hurt a little "He and I made a little deal before I...you know...kidnapped you."

"And what for a deal?" You frowned confused.

"You should stay here telling nobody about him keeping me and the others here and so on...because if not he kills you." He chuckled louldy "Isn't that fun? He really thinks he can kill you."

You widened your eyes in shock and fear. You hoped you haven't heard it right. Theo will kill you if you lose any word about this here? You won't be able to go back to your home? To message your friends? Nothing?

More and more you felt like a prisoner...and more and more you felt like an object than a human. You were pressured, they decided everything for you... practically your only task was to entertain Jerome...however he wanted it.

"Don't worry, doll, he won't even dare to lay a finger on you." Jerome grabbed your cheeks softly and leaned his forehead against yours, his lips hovered over yours "Because I am the boss. Really no one wants me to be mad because you know... they'll end up dead."

He pressed his lips on yours roughly, his grip on your cheeks tightened. His tongue slipped into your mouth while he nibbled on your lower lip. You let out a little moan in arousal. As if it was a reflex you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck.

Jerome's hands wandered down; along your breasts what made you shiver and gasp, his hands stopped at your waist.

"I almost forgot the feeling when I touch your soft lips doll." Jerome interrupted the kiss and let out a sigh in arousal throwing his head back.

You blushed hard, a slight giggle escaped your lips.

With this kiss, Jerome calmed you down a lot. It let you remind of that one special night again: the butterflies in your stomach, the happiness... You could say, for a short moment you almost forgot about his craziness and him being a murderer.

On the other hand, you still felt strange about the whole thing. A criminal was obsessed with you, his obsession was that big that no one was allowed to do anything with you...and also that you couldn't go back to your friends... You didn't like it at all. Your friends were more important to you than Jerome. You knew them for years and him... You've just met once.

Jerome kissed you again deeply, then he made his way down your jawline to your neck. You let out a little moan as he kissed started to suck on your sweet spot. His hands travelled under your shirt up to your bra clip to open it. You unbottoned his shirt and ripped it off his body while he tugged your bra from your body. You felt him biting your neck, first slightly then harder. It hurt a little and you knew that you'd be marked sooner or later - but you didn't mind. You knew what was coming right now. It was exactly like the first time you two had sex.

Jerome ripped your shirt off from your body and then stopped every single actions. He was eyes you, he stared at every little part of your body. He was like a wild animal staring at its prey and just waited for the perfect moment to catch it.

It made you shiver, but you loved it anyhow. It was very new but you could get used to it.

"Oh, how I missed that view," Jerome bit his lip with lust still viewing your whole body "Time to make up that whole year."

Jerome grabbed you by your waist and literally threw you into the king size bed right behind you. He was so eager to rip your clothes from your body to feel all this pleasure he has felt one year ago. He wanted to feel your soft skin on his, to hear you moans every time he thrusted into you, he wanted to be into you. He couldn't wait for it, so violently he unbottoned your jeans literally ripped them off your body.

You blushed hard. You were excited, surprised, but still you felt uncomfortable. You wondered whst was happening now. Does he expect any dirty kinks from you? Calling him daddy? Any pet names? Or other ordinary kinks?

You hoped for the best, you hoped nothing would have changed and you could just go on.

Jerome grabbed your face again and kissed you deeply nibbling on your lower lip. While that he pulled down your panties and inserted a finger into your cunt. You let out a sharp moan and your hips bucked quickly through the strong intensity of him hitting your sweet spot. You couldn't help but digging you nails in the sheets of his bed and arching your back as he speeded up.

He was rougher with you than before, almost violently. It hurt and was fast but it felt so good at the same time. You started liking it even more than the soft stuff one year ago. Your pleasure was stronger and him being rough kind of turned you on.

Jerome inserted another finger into your wet entrance what let you moan a little louder and your hips bucked.

Jerome curled up his fingers inside you harder and faster what made you moan louder. You grabbed the sheets of the bed tight to handle this big amount of pleasure.

Your back arched as he hit your g spot for another time. There again, you had this incredible feeling, all the upcoming pleasure in your body caused you a cribbing feeling in your abdomen that spread through your limbs up to your shoulders - this time it was much more intense though. Your core was aching and you became needy for his cock. Indeed, you were well pleasured but you want more. You wanted him to bury his member inside of you, filling up every inch of your cunt, making you scream and cum over and over again.

All your sorrows and worries disappeared all of a sudden. You didn't do anything for it; You just had eyes for Jerome and how he'd make you done undome several times. You didn't care about whether the others would hear you or not, you didn't care whether you'd rip the sheets apart or vice versa. You didn't care about anything.

You bit your lip in pleasure after you let out a loud moan as you noticed you were close.

Jerome pressed his thumb on your clit while continuing to pleasure you making you gasp. Your moans became louder and it became harder to hold them back. They way he did it just made you feel so good.

"Close already, huh?" Jerome pressed his thumb harder on your clit rubbing it in circling motions "Come for me, doll." His eyes kept staring on you. He loved hearing you moan his name through all the pleasure he was giving you. It aroused him much more than usual. He missed you and all this - he really did. The things that happened in his cell were nothing compared to you.

"Ahh fuck!" Right after he finished his sentence you released yourself with a lot cry.

The sweat was dripping down your forehead, you breathed heavy and uneven, and your legs were shaking and felt weak.

It was amazing for you. You admitted to yourself how much you missed this and you now remembered how good he made you feel.

With his strength, Jerome turned you around on your stomach waisting no time.

You blushed hard being a little worried about what's coming next.

"On all four, kitten." You blushed harder and did what he said. You felt a little strange with that nickname, it was very new to you, and honestly you would have never expected that from Jerome. His first impression to was him being a soft guy who rather prefers the normal way of how sex goes like...and generally, he didn't seem to be a dominant and rough guy.

You heard him walking a few steps backwards taking something. You were a little afraid what was coming now. You were afraid that he was taking a knife or other kind of weapons to do with you some dirty acts.

"My, my, my...You have such a beautiful body, you know that kitten?" Suddenly you felt something cold and sharp wandering down your spine. It made you shiver and gasp. You knew it was a knife and you just waited until Jerome started to hurt you "How many boys might have touched you when I was absent?"

"N-no one...w-where-...." You stammered in fear hoping nothing bad will happen. You didn't know where he's got that from suddenly. Was he jealous? Was he 'scared' that you could have a boyfriend and that he needs to make a plan to kill him?

"You really want me to believe that?" Jerome unbottoned his jeans and grabbed your waist violently inserting his dick into your wet entrance "It sounds a little surreal, don't you think? Who would not betray a blood-thirsty and cold-hearted murderer who's busted in Arkham?"

He didn't move though. Instead he pulled pulled on your hair tight that your head fell back what are you moan again. But instantly, your breathe hitched as you felt a cold and sharp knife pressed on your throat. Now you were scared, almost panicking. You hoped he didn't slit your throat.

"You know, I'm not a fan telling me a lie." He pressed the knife harder against your throat. You cut feel how the sharp blade cut your thin skin. Your body shivered in fear, your pulse was running and your breath was uneven. It felt like every minute could be your last one, it was just a matter of time until he killed you.

"I-I would n-never lie to you." You stammered quickly "H-honestly, I j-just though about y-you..." It was the truth. You really did. The whole year where Jerome was gone you didn't even think of dating a boy or of a simple one off. You were too much stuck in your thoughts about him, how he was doing, what he has become...

"Is that so?" Jerome didn't really sound convinced what let you panicking more.

"Y-yes," You gulped because you knew what you had to say now: you had to say you liked him "You J-Jerome...the l-last year was...i-it was hard for me b-because-..."

"Because?" You felt how the blade was pressed deeper in your skin and slightly moved to make a longer cut in your throat.

"Well," You gasped as Jerome stopped moving the blade "I-I....like y-you..."

This was not completely true but not completely wrong, as well. You did like him, but the old him more. You weren't scared of the old Jerome, you liked him being soft and kind...not frightening with this permanent changing behavior.

He said nothing at first, you could just feel his grin against your ear.

He put the blade aside what let you sigh in relief. You calmed down a little seeing the blade on the floor.

"I know, doll." His head moved from your ear, his hands were both placed on your waist.

And again, he started to thrusted violently into your wet entrance. You swore with a loud moan and arched your back.

Immediately, Jerome speeded up permanently pushing you against him to drill his member deeper into your cunt. His nails were dug into your waist what made you biting your lip.

Your whole body felt weak with every thrust he did into you. You body shivered slightly through this overwhelming pleasure. Every thrust hurt more, each of your moans became louder. Your nails were dug into the sheets of the bed deeply but still the pleasure he was giving you was too much. You couldn't handle it.

You moaned louder, almost uncontrollably, then your body gave in and you slightly collapsed in the bed.

Jerome though didn't waist no time - he kept drilling his member into you, grabbed your hair and pulled you upwards by your hair again.

"Oh my God, Jerome!" You cried out in pleasure while your legs shivered.

"So eager for my cock, you little slut, aren't we?" Jerome grunted and speeded up a third time.

You moaned louder, almost screamed. You felt how your walls clenched against his cock - you were close. You didn't know whether you could hold it back. It all was too much for you. You felt a knot in your stomach that was built up. It hardened with every thrust Jerome did.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-...!" You almost screamed digging your nails deeper in the sheets of the bed as you came. You couldn't even finish your sentence. With a few more thrusts, Jerome came as well.

You both collapsed on the bed. He still laid on you not even pulling out his member.

Silence filled the room for a while, just your gasps for air broke it here and there.

You felt Jerome's warm breathe on your skin every time he breathed out.

You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying this half broken silence.

Many thoughts crashed in your head together:

You told Jerome that you liked him and he surely will take advantage of it. Maybe he wants to force you to violent things like shooting at people or hurting them otherwise? And every time, you refuse he'd tell you stupid stuff like but I thought you like me, doll. You kinda regret what you said because you knew it will have consequences.

Another point would be his now increasing obsession and possessiveness towards you. Now he had the final proof that you wanted to be his and no one could ruin him that. He could call you his property because you liked him which meant for him: you wanted to be with him, you wanted to be his queen of Gotham, you wanted to spread chaos with him. Everyone else was his rival.

But then you thought that on the other hand, it was okay to be his. Everyone knew crazy Jerome could probably be so no one wanted him to be mad, as he said. And so nothing would happen to you.

"Even better than the first time" Jerome rolled off of you staring at the ceiling for a while while taking deep breathes.

"I agree," You slightly chuckled.

"And doll, " Jerome grabbed your cheeks pressing his face against yours that his lips hovered over yours "Never forget who you belong to. We don't want things turning out bad, do we?"

"N-no." You shook your head fast.

"Good...because you're mine."

[hotaru987-the-2nd]

hiii i'm the anon who asked u about yashahime. why do u think yashahime is bad? i never watch it, that's why idk anything about it (but I've watched Inuyasha) ;-;

Personally I would just say to not even bother with watching or thinking about the terrible 'what if' scenario that was breathed into existence, BUT far be it from me to tell someone how to think. No matter what anyone says it's always best to do your own research and come to your own conclusions instead of blindly following what other people say. No matter how many credentials said person has. That being said I can give you my opinion.

However, I too didn't watch the show (outside of the 1st episode cause I heard it was OG cast). For me, personally, the moment I heard Sesshomaru had kids I had a bad feeling in my gut. I grew up on fanfictions, and I always loved reading SesshomaruxOC(ME!!!!) on fanfic.net. I lived for that shit so if there was an anime that had Sesshomaru with kids that wasn't what I really cared about. What bothered me was "who was the mother" because I had a sinking suspicion that unfortunately turned out to be true. Once it came out that Rin was the sure mother of his kids the blatant pedo/grooming(since they are trying to imply that the Inuyasha series was the basis of Sesshomaru and Rin's "romantic" past where she's a damn child. And she still is in Yashahime), that was MORE than enough reason for me to not give this show any chance.

While I have come to peace and am able to separate OG!Sesshomaru from Pedomaru it hurts that this stain can't be erased from his character. It's always going to be there. Call me basic but he was my favorite character. And I always knew there was a fanbase for SessxAdult Rin cause I've seen it on Fanfic but I was able to filter/ignore and go on with my life. But there isn't any "adult" Rin in the show. And what made me hate it more was how people still trying to justify and jump through hoops to make this pairing with a child ok. Really they just sound like dumbasses.

Outside of that reason (but what other reason do you need?) from my own research, reading articles, post on here and other websites, and hearing what the show is about the pacing just sounds awful. The characters are inconsistent, they seem to trip over their own feet to make some stupid shit they did make sense, or retcon things in their own first season. None of the OG characters are done justice (save for a few occasional polished turds in the sea of shit that is the show ie: Inuyasha protecting his girls, and some others but again I don't watch the show I've only seen clips). They erased Kagura's influence on everything (unless you count the twins powers/imagery??). Not to mention the twins don't even feel like Rin's children outside of the show telling us. No matter how many times you try to tell me the duck is a dog, doesn't change it's still a damn duck. And those kids do not seem like Rin's children at all. They have nothing similar to her at all.

Honestly if you want better information on why this show is terrible just look into the anti sessr*n tag and you're bound to find those brave souls that have actually watched the show, analyzed it and have come up with reasons backed by evidence.

Before this whole thing came out I wasn't even a SessxKagura shipper. Like I said I was always SessxOC. I remember as a child I was even jealous of Kagura because there was something romantic or at least the beginnings/potential of something between them. Never felt that way about Rin. As a child I always equated them to big brother/father, with the 'father' dynamic being my favorite with him, Kohaku and Rin.

I still prefer SessxOC because I can picture myself in the OC's place, but after the show came out I've come to embrace SessxADULT WOMAN mainly Kagura because she fits best lol.

Sorry for the word vomit. Like I said there are better posts and blogs to follow/read if you want more concise and coherent information. But if you don't want your memories of the original Inuyasha to be tainted don't even bother.

[brave-heroes-of-light]

*Asterisk Code* Bravely Default II

***CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR BRAVELY DEFAULT II***

So I'm no code breaker, but I am so excited to have deciphered the Asterisk code. Idk if this is well known already but I'm sharing anyway. (rambling below or skip to the point here)

I had assumed it would be revealed at some point so I wouldn't have to figure it out for myself, but when I got to chapter 7 I just couldn't help myself.

This moment infuriated me because I wanted to know what it said SO BADLY. Part of me wondered if it was random gibberish, I could tell the word that would usually say "playtime" certainly didn't say that here (because the repeating symbols were in the wrong spots). But the letters for HP and MP seemed consistant.

But then I noticed... when obtaining a new Asterisk... a certain word appears at the top of the page... I wondered if the word was "Asterisk"... and the symbol where S should be was indeed repeated! I excitedly went back to the corrupt save file and filled in the letters from Asterisk.

I focused on the jobs and wondered if they would be familiar. AR_A_IST somehow my brain immediately figured out it said Arcanist. I wasn't confident in my hunch, but it made sense, right?!

Next Job. _RAC_E I wrote down all the letters I didn't know and tried finding a combination that made sense. Oracle.

_ASTION Bastion!

_RAGOON Dragoon!

Now the names! The real exciting part. The easiest one was the third name: Terra. I thought I'd made a mistake because Terror??? that's a concerning name. But I continued.

A__A.... what of the remaining letters could possibly make sense there...... Aqua! These are the elements!!!

_ENTUS? I had a hunch it was Ventus, but I couldn't figure out why or what that even meant...

I_NIS I immediately assumed Ignis, but again couldn't figure out why (because I thought my brain was thinking of Cygnus which I only know because of Deneb from Bravely Second). However, I quickly realise that Ventus, Aqua, Terra, and Ignis are he names of the elemental monsters!

Now for the baffling word on the left. ENDLESS... oh shit,,,,

wait, is that writing on the paper clip there? SAVE ! Wow!

What about the numbers? Well I assume the time on the left is 00:00:00 but there's nothing much for the rest...

What now? I went through the rest of the game reading little bits and pieces such as in B'n'D and the quest completion stamp. Any time Asterisk code turned up I was ecstatic! Honestly I'm disappointed I didn't need to use it, but I'm glad to know!

Not until New Game+ did I actually notice the Attributes screen and HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THIS?!?!?!!!

It has their names!!! But what's the rest?

RSTUV____.... wait... the entire alphabet?! Now unfortunately it's way too small for me to see the new letters, but I know vaguely how to recognise them if I see them again.

But first, the numbers! They're here in order too! And I was right about 0! They're a bit blurry, but if I use them on the corrupt save file.....

But wait... Why is Aqua level 20 whilst Ignis is level 99?!! Why?! I don't know, it baffles me...

Anyway, now I'm going through New Game+ taking screenshots of every Asterisk that comes up. So far I have nice high quality images of O, S, F, Q, B, N and X. (F and X are new, but they resembles the blurs from the Attributes screen).

EDIT- upon writing this, I have just noticed the main menu borders also contain Asterisk code! Now I feel foolish - many of the letters I didn't know are right here! W, Y, F..... wow....

"You Are Here" is cute

but uhh.... don't ask me why there's a "t" on the end of "Fellowship" or an "e" before "Time"... or why it says "to" (or "pto"?) at the top

Edit: the top right where I wrote "???" is actually upside down. It reads "VELY D" (bravely default)

[thesilenceanswers]

WHAT I THINK ABOUT:

TV SERIES – SKAM remakes (WtFock)

I think I could define myself as a big Skam fan which is quite dumb as a definition because it’s impossible not to be a big Skam fan once you start watching it.

So, better to say, I’m a normal Skam fan (which means BIG Skam fan) who is truly completely and utterly in love with season 3.

Again, no surprise, I guess.

However, I recently watched WtFock season 3 (unfortunately I didn’t watch it on real-time) and at the beginning the thing that got me so emotional was the concept that another parallel universe was forming.

But afterwards I fell in love with the two characters, even more than in the original one, if possible.

Since the talk about multiverse theory has a special spot in my heart, I decided to analyse that specific clip in WtFock.

WOENSDAG 16:36

1. The settings: colours and music

In my view, music and colours have the power to enlighten the whole mood and to convey a wholeness to a clip. I personally loved the soft colours chosen for this moment: the beige tone and the brownish aesthetic of the setting gave me somehow a sense of warmth and calm. It’s so relaxing and pleasing for both the eyes and the soul.

However, not only the colour palette is perfectly made, but also the choice of music is brilliant.

Every time the intro of ocean eyes by Billie Eilish begins, my world just breaks in two: this song was composed for this moment, you can’t change my mind.

It’s just so so accurate: Sander and Robbe really can't stop staring at each other’s eyes.

2. Lovebird

The beginning of the clip is both intense and light-hearted.

I know it may seem a dichotomy but it's just like that: right in the middle of the cuddles and the kisses the two of them can be so playful with each other (Robbe throwing pillows at Sander, or Sander playing around with the chips)

These two are truly lovebirds and all of these small gestures actually show how comfortable they are with the presence of the other: it's such a tender and soft scene that it warms my heart every time I watch it.

However, the apotheosis of this first part of the clip is peaked when Sander shows Robbe his sketch for the mural. I won’t lie, my heart sinked the first time I witnessed this magic moment (actually it does every time I re-watch it, but that's another story): just imagine how Robbe must have feeling sad and alone for such a long time; but then, out of nowhere, the man of his life just shows him how much he already means to him. Sander is so in love with Robbe that he is already his muse.

But that's not enough: our camera boy wants to portray the man of his dreams also with his camera.

And, again, I find it amazing how the two of them fit so well together: how Robbe giggles trying not to get

photographed and how Sander laughs saying "Allè posé".

But that’s not only by the gesture that we can feel they are so comfortable at the presence of the other, it’s also by how they interact.

I personally love how Robbe feels so at ease that he does not hesitate a moment before saying “Leonardo Di Caprio” when Sander asks him about his favourite actor.

He just simply says what he actually thinks and this really shows how much he already feels connected with Sander.

I know that "favourite actor" is a minor subject, but still I think that Robbe would have not be so relaxed in telling the Brores that he actually loved Romeo and Juliet; and that is because he is trying to hide his real self from his best friends. But that's not the case with Sander: Robbe feels free to be fully himself with him.

3. Sander’s shield and Robbe’s multiverse

However, in my opinion, the most outstanding moment of this clip is the conversation they have about life.

The first important aspect of this turning point event is Sander's behaviour.

At first, we are able to see only the shield he has put around himself for avoiding pain and suffering.

This defence mechanism (this shield) is visible when he says: '' Actually life is sometimes a bit like a movie, you have control over your own life. Choosing what your life is and what it will become".

This statement it's just so Sander-like: it shows the god-like character and the flawless golden boy he tries so hard to be.

But Sander's shield crashes down as soon as Robbe goes on by giving one of my favorite speeches of the show: " The theory (of multiverse) is based on the fact that time is also just a dimension and that besides this universe, there exists several other universes. When you make a decision, the universe splits itself. You can exist in every universe, but then always a little bit different. There could be Sander and Robbe lying in the same exact position as we are right now but, for example, there could be curtains with different colour".

I really find this speech a piece of art, pure poetry and pure genius: it made me shiver in the original one but this one got me mesmerized.

I realized why it is so important for me: I can relate to this view.

However, despite of the profound impact that these words had on me, what I love the most is Sander's reactions throughout the speech.

He is constantly but tenderly teasing Robbe by saying: "Like Spider-Man?" "Like in the flash?" and then the iconic "Yellow curtains" (I see the reference here).

I literally love these little remarks because I find them so genuine: Sander is actually listening to Robbe and he wants to interact with him for letting him know he does care about what he says.

However, I find Sander being so generous in giving those light-hearted comments: even though he really feels deeply what Robbe has told him, he is still trying to cheer Robbe up and to lighten the mood.

4. They never stop

(aka the most outstanding moment of the clip)

It’s just a moment but it changes everything.

Robbe looks directly in Sander's eyes and asks him if he has ever thought like that.

For me the whole world did stop for a moment when I first saw it.

In Robbe's stare I can feel his desire to understand Sander's real thoughts: he does care about him and that's why he wants to get to see Sander for who he truly is.

It's at Robbe's pure and tender care, that is the point when Sander's shield falls.

He stares at the ceiling thinking about what to say.

The music stops and the burden weighing on his shoulders is finally visible as he says 'I have".

With this small statement we get to see the real Sander: the fragile, insecure, lost boy who struggles with his life and who isn't so invincible like he appears to be.

Suddenly he finds himself helpless and falling in a black hole of dark feelings as he let himself go by saying: "Then I feel so lonely. Just don't you sometimes think: why is that I think what I'm thinking. Then you go back to your memories, step by step, and then how you went from one thought to the other. Then you think: why is like this? What if at that one thought I had thought something else, then I wasn't thinking what I am thinking right now. That keeps continuing, it goes on and on and it doesn't stop."

I shiver every time I hear this speech. It is so intense, so powerful and yet so dark.

The first time I heard it, I was affected by it at the point that I couldn't remember where my thoughts ended and where Sander's ones begin.

That was because I completely relate to those thoughts, and hearing them from him got me like his character even more because I could see how human he was.

He is just as complex as we are.

He is passionate, brave and full of life, yet he feels powerless towards the fact that he doesn’t feel the author of his own thoughts and consequently his own life.