#I'm surprised OP knew so many people who didn’t know the difference!

[bookscandlesnbts]

Hi! I have just see Jk tracklist and I wanted to share my op -

First: I don't understand why, only because I like Jk as an artist and person, I have to accept blindly every single thing he does. I have my ideas and morals and I apply them consistently. I like seven, I don't like 3D. I am not a prude, simply I find that 3D it's explicit in a dirty way. For example.

So:

• I don't have problems with not writing your lyrics but I'm a little disappointed that in his first album there isn't even 1 or 2 Jk credits. Yes he surely approved and choose carefully but it's not the same thing to really write them, we can't read the lyrics and be like "that's what he think" because we can't be sure that he specifically approved that phrase that we are "analyzing". Meybe that was the only phrase that he doesn't like lol.

• I know he is working hard and I respect him for that, I'm just sorry he is working at something that is not what in my op a lot of fan were expecting

• I think that all those songs will be more the 'no deep meaning' songs, again, nothing wrong with it. But when you are the frontman of a band famous for the deep meaning of their songs people have expectations. So for me the problem is that I and other fans wish to have from bts members the meanings, the ideas, the relatable lyrics, the personal style not songs given by random people. So I personally understand who is disappointed and find it valid.

Still I respect his work.

• note: tae doesn't wrote his lyrics too, but in his case Idk if he received the songs or if the songs were made for him, that is a little big difference.

Let me know if you know and what you think! Ty ♡

Hi anon. Ah, it seems as if you have entered today’s realm of stan culture where you are an anti unless you like every single thing an artist puts out and every single thing they do. That applies to all artists with huge fanbases not only limited to kpop. I’m talking Taylor Swift all other artists fans are moving the same way these days. There is no room for healthy discourse. You are either in or out. I also didn’t like 3D and I still don’t. Do I think that Jungkook knew the sexual innuendos in English that all the y/ns projected onto him? Hell no 🤣 tbh I didn’t know what “champagne confetti” was either and I wish I still didn’t know.

I’m a little disappointed too, but also not really and not surprised. We know Jungkook was having some sort of writers block/burn out around the time FACE was happening and some time after when Jimin was still busy. If it took 10 months to produce Jimin’s album and JK hadn’t even started working in March, then there was no way that he had anything to bring to the table for his album. I really wonder if they were all contractually obligated to release an album (except Jin) before MS. I wouldn’t be surprised if they did, and that would also explain the involvement of western producers and 🛴 grubby hands in everything.

I agree that we can’t project a bunch of deep meanings into these songs considering they were given to JK. Yes, he probably picked through his options, but it’s comparing apples and oranges when his other option would have been songs he personally wrote. And no, not every song written by someone is about their personal life, but songs not written by the artist definitely are not either.

I’m not fully convinced that JK wants to be working this hard tbh. He loves being on stage, but with some of his latest performances, his energy is different. I don’t know how to explain it, but those that can see it, see it.

I understand the disappointment, I do. But to be fair, the rap line have always been the brains behind BTS songs. Not Jungkook. Jungkook has written some great meaningful songs like Magic Shop but the majority have been by RM, Suga, and Hobi. So I am okay with departing that identity from BTS and JK as a solo artist.

True that Tae didn’t write his songs either but that didn’t seem to ruffle as many feathers. I think the fandom has always put a huge weight on Jungkook’s shoulders to be that “golden” maknae that the title has been bestowed on him. He supposed to be able to do it all and do it perfectly in the fandom’s eyes, in kpoppies eyes, in his country’s eyes. I’m glad he is letting some of that pressure go even if this is not the direction that I wanted him to take. I take comfort in knowing that he has people like Jimin to ground him and always remind him of home.

Thanks for the ask.

[hopefullystillatheatrestudent]

i'm so excited about you taking asks again ahhhh okay so. if you'd absolutely had to choose. what would be your top 5 cockles moments, and why? thank you ily <3

here’s the thing: there are so many routes i could go down with this, because cockles moments come in all shapes and sizes and formats. these include moments from their panels, their bloopers, the footage we get when they don’t even know they’re being recorded, stories being passed down from photo ops & autographs(one of my personal favorite ways to get cockles, tbh, because they’re all insane), and social media(tweets to each other, instagram posts & comments, etc.). 

SO! since many a list like this has already been made, and i want to stand out from the crowd, what i’m gonna do is definitively give the number one spot to each of these five categories.(i might even throw in honourable mentions because they’re so despicably in love that they warrant that. i really put my whole pussy into this, guys, i hope you’re happy.) 

disclaimer: these are my own personal opinions. but that also means i’m right. so. enjoy. 

number one: top cockles panel moment

so we’re starting off with a bang, because how do you even BEGIN to rank what atrocities jensen and misha commit at jibcon. every single one they’ve had is damning in it’s own right, for different reasons.

however, considering just how much unabashed fuckery they’ve given us to sift through, it’s a good thing i do have a personal favorite despite it all. it’s heartwarming, the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen, AND it’s jarringly cinematic - mainly because it has a whole ass arc to it that was years in the making. it might even be surprising to some people, but my favorite cockles panel moment, and what i consider the one that encompasses their entire gut-wrenching journey from 2008-2013 in the most sweepingly romantic gesture possible, is this one.

i want this burned into my retinas. i am not even joking. when i'm through with my explanation, let me convince you why this is thee most romantic cockles moment of all time.

first, some history: people call this the resume off, but many seem to forget the botched attempt at a resume off a year prior. and yes, you guessed it: it's during their break up. it's a juicy time period for a reason, guys. it came across as exceedingly one-sided and VERY awkward. let me refresh your memory as to just how bad it was, and just how hard jensen was trying and ultimately failing at winning misha over: the funniest part of the whole resume off in 2013??? every joke/bit had literally already been made/done. they were just going through the motions again, but the difference THIS time...is that misha reciprocated jensen's energy. it. is. fascinating. i want to get into it more detail in another post, and i'll link it here when i'm done, but the main takeaway, i think, and the main difference that showcases how much they've grown in a year, is that in jib 3, misha flat out refused to do an accent, and this time around, he indulges jensen for literal minutes. when i tell you they're crazy, they're crazy. i can't wait to actually dive into it later.

ANYWAY, the resume off culminates in this moment here. and, like, a million things happen in this gifset. actually, more like a million and one. the music starts playingneediremindyouthatthesongissingingintherain(h e l p), misha starts dancing, jensen 'perpetually fake grumpy' ackles lets misha think he's not going to join, misha sits down defeated, but no!!! that was jensen's plan all along(look at his stupid fucking smirk) and he offers his arm to his dance partner who immediately grins like a fool, jensen then leads misha into their kick step, they perfectly synchronise and let loose, and are then very clearly having the time of their lives, hanging off of each other with joy and ease. from their expressions alone i can tell that this moment is so. so. so. so! much more than what initially meets the eye. i mean-misha is fighting back the biggest smile i've ever seen. to me, it reads like jensen is offering something to misha, something that misha kind of gave up on expecting, and him offering his arm like that is like, a surprise to him in the best possible way(and it's so not platonic, let me just say that.) as soon as jensen did that, it ushered in a new era of cockles. this panel is jensen and misha's favourite for a reason, and i think this moment is the biggest clue as to why.

whew!!! ok. that took a lot out of me and that was only point one. moving on,

number two: top cockles blooper moment

cockles bloopers hold an extremely special place in my heart, because it shows just how fucking disastrous jensen and misha are. they are so goddamn infatuated with each other that they HOLD UP PRODUCTION ALL THE TIME TO FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER(???). let me repeat. let it sink in. jensen ackles; arguably one of the most professional actors on that show who puts everything he has into each scene, with mountains and mountains of notes to prove it: would rather hold up production to flirt with misha collins. this sounds fake. it's not. he does it. all. the. time. and here's the thing guys!!! i'm gonna let you in on a secret!!! misha loves it. he loveesssss it. on top of that-misha collins: overlooked because he's pranked and people assume he's unprofessional as well, but his only pranks are in retaliation/off-set, and he rarely if EVER causes problems if he can help it....lets himself get carried away when it comes to jensen making kissy faces at him!!! are you actually kidding me!!! i mean. misha. it's just a face. you've seen it a million times. i don't buy that it triggers something in you that strongly....you like it, and you like jensen's reaction. you can't fool me!!! lisa berry's face in that one gifset shows just how fed up the crew is with their gross, coupley boyfriend antics.

i could pull up so many examples. sooooooo many. but my favourite was sealed since the moment i saw it.

i actually already wrote an analysis on it but i can't find it :(((( which SUCKS because i really unpacked the whole thing. i'll try to summarise.

basically, a backstory is part of this too!!! jensen and misha both had a really really hard time with this scene(because it's explicitly romantic there i said it), they sat down for hours and poured over their scripts together, they were super super nervous going into filming, both of them, jensen especially, were super hard on themselves for their performances not being true to their characters but they both complimented the other's work(boyfriend moments fr). so, yeah. they weren't confident going into shooting. and how do they get themselves to feel better???? by cuddling each other, apparently.

a lot. a LOT. happens in this specific blooper. to the point that i saw it years before i knew about cockles and it raised all sorts of flags for me.

1) stop pulling my face towards your crotch(as a thinly veiled request that misha would, in fact, move jensen's face towards his crotch, considering it was jensen moving himself there in the first place. also, why so comfy down there guys???) 2) you're my baby daddy i know(in the most intimate voice i've ever heard please) 3) i know, i know, i love you too i didn't say i love you i know but you wanted to say it etc. misha's right, of course. that's what jensen meant.

it just reeks of comfort, familiarity and intimacy between the two, and it's a moment that is extremely sweet and silly at the same time. they're so <3

number three: top cockles found footage moment

WONDERFUL category. truly the culmination of the cockles experience. many people have said that shipping cockles doesn't work because 'they're just onstage you dummies!! they're playing it up for the audience!!!' here's the thing, love. i could not disagree with you more. once you climb your way up the cockles ladder, you soon learn that they are, in fact, playing their dynamic DOWN, not up. they really are just Like That™, and they could not care less about the paying audience, if we're being honest, considering how much time they take to giggle with each other and refuse to let the audience in on the joke. and i love them for it <3

anyway, my point is that this category is for all you naysayers out there, all you 'jensen and misha's relationship is just for show and is real life queerbaiting'(?????lordhelp???) oh yeah? ok, explain this.

he. he. he calls jensen sweetheart. literally enough said. there's nothing to really add here, except, misha and jared then immediately engage in damage control. jared's method is distraction and misha's is retconning('get out of the car, dude') this was what got me to buy into the cockles dumpster for GOOD good. you don't call your buddy sweetheart accidentally and sound so completely earnest while doing it! especially not when that buddy is jensen ackles!!! you think he would let any of his friends call him that? do you?

one more thing; if it was a slip of the tongue, little mouth thing or whatever, you think jared wouldn't have jumped on it immediately??? i can hear it now. 'did you just call him SWEETHEART???' yeah. that's what i thought. you know why he didn't? because it was too revealing.

number four: top cockles autograph moment

i mean, i think we all know what it's gonna be, and if you don't, well, do i have the piece de cockles resistance that is gonna send you over the edge.

if you haven't heard of this story by now, as a cockles, truther, i'm gonna go ahead and get you to read it, because there is no possible heterosexual explanation for any of it, and you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise.

spoiler alert: it's the story where phones weren't allowed in an auto session, jensen nuzzles himself in misha's hair, leans his full body weight onto him, holds his hand, etc. etc. i'm imploding just repeating this back, actually. also, just, the sheer amount of stories from photo ops where they tackle hug each other or slap each other's asses or sing romantic songs to each other or almost kiss is, frankly, a lot. if i could wish for anything, it would be to witness them in person.

and finally,

number five: top cockles social media moment

this one is super difficult, because there's obviously a lot to choose from. but you know what? full send, i'm going with this one:

i just. what to say about this. how often do misha and jensen watch sunsets together for it to qualify as ‘always’ ??? why are sunsets synonymous with their relationship??? that’s like??? a very romantic thing????? ‘this guy’??? the fact that it’s a CANDID??? i don’t know guys.

that could have been better but i am TIRED so. there you go rose ily

[lucianalight]

Saw your post abour canceled cartoons bc too many girls were watching, it makes so much sense to me why loki series was so bad as most of his fans are women/girls and minorities, they couldn't simply cancel it, then canceled the character and remade in a bad way, and it's also interesting that my group of friends about superhero stuff, which is basically just males and me a girl, they all liked it and Im the only who hated, we started watching those movies at the same year we know the same stuff

It's not my post but I just reblogged it again with @tori-artemis 's tags and iirc from the reblogs I saw in my Activity, many people reached the same conclusion after reading it.

@solostinmysea I'm answering your reply here to not spam the op of that post. I don't agree with your point about Loki being re-marketed for women. Loki already had mostly women and queer fans. Besides the retcon started with TR. I think Loki is re-marketed to attract more men, or more accurately how dudebros like to see him portrayed and treated. They figured the older fans including women and queer people would still watch anything with Loki in it(and they were right). So they tried to satisfy their main target audience with the retcon.

I've talked about this before in a post that I wrote after IW. So I'm going to copy paste parts of it to explain my point(because I'm lazy :P :D ).

Loki’s popularity among fans was so unexpected, that it even surprised Marvel. So why Loki? Why he was loved even more than heroes?

Why do we care so much?

It’s about what and who Loki represents. Everything comes back to Identification.

Because we see ourselves in Loki. We, who felt different, were different, and were alone because of it. We, who knew how it felt to be ridiculed, rejected, vilified and despite all our efforts, never accepted, never loved for who we are. We, who hide all our hurt and pain under a mask but at some point we just couldn’t take it anymore and exploded. So we identified with Loki. Even when we didn’t agree with what he did, we still understood him, loved him. The characterization and Tom’s performance was so strong that kept our love in spite of everything. In a manner Loki was more real for us than any other hero. He wasn’t a beloved and popular person, or a celebrity. He wasn’t even considered a good and loyal person by his close companions because of his differences. And he was desperate to be seen for his capabilities, to be loved and accepted and respected for who he was and we could relate. We could relate because his story was like our stories in real life. Because we know that in real life, there are no arc reactors to save our hearts, no super-soldier serums to give us a chance to prove ourselves, and no magic hammers to make us sure of our worth. We know how it feels to prefer a fall into an abyss when there is nothing left to hold on. We know how the fall can be so disastrous, how it can change us for the worse. We know how it feels to be even more alone after the fall, more hated, and how hard it is to try to pull yourself together after everything.

To a number of fans and audience, especially male audience with beliefs from a toxic masculinity culture this seemed threatening that a queer coded and/or feminine coded villain gets more female fans than heavily masculine coded heroes. They hated him. And they started to belittle his fans, by implying that Loki was only popular because of Tom or because he is pretty! That Loki’s fans are a bunch of fools that only lust after him for his looks. It seems they deliberately don’t want to understand. Still, it doesn’t really matter, right? Marvel won’t force the ideas of toxic masculinity on us, right? Wrong!

Ragnarok happened.

Ragnarok happened and it stepped on everything that was Loki. His characterization, his arc, his powers, his goals, his fans. Ragnarok ridiculed Loki in every possible way. It insulted us, made fun of us, told us that we were a bunch of fools for caring for Loki because he is just a stupid troublemaker. Ragnarok was a disaster of toxic masculinity.

We saw it. We saw everything that was wrong with Ragnarok and pointed it out. But what were we called? Stans, apologists, haters, antis.

“No more resurrection this time” was directed to us, not Thor. They were telling us that you can rage and try to fight, but at the end, you are nothing, you will be broken like a ragdoll so the real hero can be heroic. The story is not about you, it was never about you. You are just a tragedy, you don’t deserve happiness, you can only be redeemed by sacrificing yourself.

And they continued this retcon and treatment in the Loki show too. His torture and humiliation was played for laughs and was justified. His portrayal reinforced many queerphobic beliefs about queer men. His pain was disregarded and he was beaten up and talked down to until he knows his place. Who do you think enjoy this treatment of a queer, othered character? Queerphobic dudebros and people with toxic masculinity beliefs(This doesn't mean people who enjoyed the show are in these categories. Most of them probably have different interpretation of the show or the character and cared about other aspects of the show). And you can see many of the things I had listed, was repeated by MW who believed Loki was an ass and people liked him because of Tom! So no wonder that he continued retconning and butchering the character even more to sth that fits his views of Loki.

[7soulstars]

Hello :) I hope it's okay to send a request (if not, then I'm sorry about it ) So maybe where Bucky lives on Clint's farm to get away from everything but then there comes this woman, Clints best friend besides Nat and he immediately wants to know her better.. after a while they get really close and develope feelings for each other but dont talk about it. So one night, she stays over and needs to share a room with Buck, things get heated and passionate between them ? :) then it's all cuddly? ❤️

Hey darling! Thank you so much for requesting! I am so sorry it took me so long! I blame it on my lazy ass and also on the many pending requests. Thank you so much for being this patient with me! I really hope you like this one!

Мой целитель

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Broken Bonky Babie, Avengers are teasing little shits, Steve leaves like in the movies and doesn’t come back (I want to kill him for that), Fluff, Shy Bonky and Y/N, Liddle angst, Both idiots doubt themselves, Y/N likes beating the fuck out of bullies a.k.a Violence, steamy stuff but not smut ( cuz I don’t write smut”

Summary: Someone managed to make Bucky accept the fact that everyone can heal. 

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Мой целитель ; (pronounced: Moy tselitel') Russian for My Healer

War never ends. It just rests. One day someone will come to ask your help that is when the rest of war is over again.

That is what Bucky has always been of the belief ever since before and after endgame. Ever since Steve left, most of Bucky did too. Yes, he had Sam and the others but Steve was the only part of his original past left and he couldn’t even stop him.

He decided that the rest period for his war conflicted heart had started when Clint had offered him a place to live at his farmhouse to ‘heal and stay away from the space bullshit’. 

Not to brag but he had fit right into the little family. The kids loved Uncle Bucky and Laura appreciated the extra help she got with the house. Sam and Natasha would come by every two days and the rest every once a week. They would go visit a bar and hang out. That was Bucky’s life now. That was his routine.

Clint had sudddenly announced one fine weekly team hangout day that his long time best friend would be joining them. Bucky couldn’t care less. He had seen people come in and out of the Barton house all the time. Most sending him glares due to his past. He couldn’t blame them. Not when he knew he would do the same in different set of circumstances.

But he was proved wrong. Y/N was an angel. More so to him. Not a single glare was directed at him by her the entire time. She just smiled sweetly. Maybe he did care a little bit.

Y/N turned out to be Lila and Cooper, Clint’s first two children’s godmother. She had finally come home after 15 years of being in and out of the country for her job. Clint had mentioned that every time she came back she would first visit the kids not forgetting to bring them gifts from everywhere and how the snap had worried her. So Bucky was not surprised when he had to get three kids off of her as she entered the house. His heart swelled when she said ‘Thank You’, although everyone said that. 

He was unusually getting attached to her and that scared him.

After Steve attatchment was difficult. Trust was difficult. But Y/N made it seem like child's play. She somehow completely saw through him. Almost as if she knew everything about him and he was confused by that.

Especially at those little moments when he felt hesitant.

Bucky was a handsome man no doubt and that meant some women were confident enough to ask hit on him everytime he was out at a restaurant or a bar with the others. Y/N would join them quite often and on one such day she saved Bucky from his anxiety issues.

"Hey.....you come here quite often.....can I buy you a drink ?", a very confident girl had managed to come up to the table and asked Bucky who looked at her with eyes as blown out as big as saucers and immediately looked down stuttering as he tried to politely reject the lady. A hand carefully wrapped around his metal arm as he realized Y/N had said "I'm sorry he's taken", before sending the girl as kind smile which had lead to Bucky's hair-hidden neck to go red.

Bucky had excused himself to the washroomas the rest relentlessly teased his popularity but he had not noticed Y/N following suit.

"I'm sorry", she had apologised leaving the other puzzled again. "W-why?" "I should have asked before touching you....I know-I know you don't like being touched....I'm sorry". There was pure sincerity in her voice "NO!",his own voice startled him and her as she looked at him in confusion. "I-I mean I'm glad....You helped me out there......Also.....",there was hesitation in Bucky's heart, "Also....I don't mind if you touch me Y/N".

That day onwards something changed. Significantly so, Bucky found himself calling and hanging out with Y/N more. She filled his thoughts would be one way of saying that and the Avengers noticed. So the next time Bucky tried to sneak out of the farm when the others were there Sam noticed, “Hey Hey Hey ! Where are you sneakin to ?”. The other stood frozen like a deer in the headlights staring down at his best friend like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. Nat smirked as she bit on her grilled cheese sandwich sing songing, “He’s going to meet Y/N~~”Bucky grumbled a little ‘Shut up Nat’ before taking the car out towards the bar.

“Buck !”, she had yelled waving as he smiled and pulled her into his arms for a hug and staying like that for a few minutes both eventually hesitantly letting go. Joe the bartender already having set up their regular drinks showed how often they frequented the place, even having seats that were almost always empty for just the two of them. 

After meeting Y/N, Bucky realised new things about himself. He liked sweet stuff more than savoury. He liked playing games at the arcade. He was definately much more open to technology than Steve ever was. He liked being spoiled and babied. And he was extremely serious about board games. He knew all this because Y/N made him realize that.

That day he found out another thing. He likes staring at Y/N looking at the sunset. In other words he likes Y/N. But he had promised himself to not act on it. He didn’t want to loose her. Not now, not ever.

Walking through a dark alley way was not something Bucky liked but with Y/N it was something he was starting to hate. Y/N is beautiful. Obliviously so. He could sense sleazy men staring at her but chose to stay put. But we all know that rouse wasn’t going to stay put for long considering a group of 3 men surrounding the two of them all eyeing Y/N. “Hey sweetheart why don’t you come with us ? We counld have a darn sweet night”, exclaimed the one that looked like the leader as the other two laughed behind him. “Back off”, Bucky had warned. He didn’t want to fight. He felt like he’d embarrass himself before Y/N. “Ohhh look who it is The Winter Soldier”, the other said mockingly. “What are you going to do? Kill me? You don’t have Captain America now to back you up do you ?”. Before Bucky could even reply the third guy let out a scream at which everyone turned to look at him to see him cradling what seemed like a freshly broken wrist and before he could even react the second one went flying into a pile of trash (where he belongs) and the main commentator’s head was being bashed strait onto the road by Y/N’s hand. “No, but he does does have an ex-black ops now turned into a CIA Agent to back him up”, she quipped seethingly through her teeth.

Bucky said nothing. His brain was still processing the information he was bombarded with. He walked Y/N to her car and drove back to Clint’s all while still processing.

So when Sam (who was just about to leave) asks “How was it ?” Bucky looks him in the eye and goes.

“I’m in love with Y/N.”

Tony had decided to prank Clint one fine day and told everyone that Clint was hosting a sleepover. So that meant Clint had to accomodated several idiots into his farmhouse. Within this chaos he also had a very great idea.

So when Y/N was pushed into Bucky’s room both stopped functioning.

Y/N spotted him angrily whispering into is phone as she got out of the shower. Throwing his phone into oblivion ,startled, when she called name out suddenly. “Y-You’re done ? Uhhhh you can take the bed doll, I’ll take the floor”,Bucky hates the floor but if it meant Y/N would be comfortable, he’d be ready to sleep on a block of ice. “Nope definately not ! We can share the damn bed Buck the floor uncomfortable !”, she argued. “ No Y/N you don’t understand I can’t !” “WHY! IS IT BECAUSE I MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AFTER THAT DAY ?”, there was a grave silence between the two. He knew exactly what she was talking about. Bucky’s eyes soften and for the first time he realizes that he had never thaken the effort to know more about Y/N. He was focused on her helping him find himself. “Why would you say that ?” ,he said softly as he moved towards her and she moved backwards. “Because it is what it is isn’t it?”, she retorted. “NO IT IS NOT !”, Bucky sighed as he sat on the bed and watched the woman of importance as she paced around the room. “Why then Bucky ? You’ve been distant from me since that day....” “You won’t understand.....” “Try me” “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU OKAY !” 

12 minutes. It had been 12 minutes since Y/N had froze and stared at Bucky. 

“Shut up. You’re lying” , she finally said.

“What ? No ! Why would I lie about that”,Bucky argued

“Because ! You are James Buchanan Barnes ! One of the most attractive men I have seen in my life period.”

“And here I’m the one firmly believing someone like me doesn’t even stand a change with someone as pretty as you.”

“See, you’re lying again”

“Doll, shut up before I will have to make you”, he warned

“Don’t make empty threats that you won’t fulfill James”, she challenged.

And with that Bucky has Y/N slammed into the bed , his mouth moving roughly along her’s as she puts her arms around his. There was something different about this Bucky. Y/N felt every single pent up frustration that the man kissing her had felt supressing his feelings had felt.

Soon enough they seperated, finally gasping for air. Bucky plopped beside Y/N as she placed her palm on his cheek rubbing a thumb over it while smiling at him blissfully. 

“Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you”

“I love you...”, she said and somehow Bucky knew he had tears running down his cheeks. He curled into her arms. Clint’s loud speakers playing Elvis as the two dozed off to sleep. But Bucky waited for her to doze off, kissing her forehead as he ran his metal arm through her hair.

“Мой целитель, I love you too”, he said. 

He wasn’t alone anymore. He was healed. His internal war had ended forever. That’s all he ever wanted. That’s all he was thankful for.

---The End---

Guess who almost cried writing this fic? That’s right! ME. Now I need myself a Bucky to hug. I really hope you liked this fic and I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH ON HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME! Please like, share, comment and reblog if you like my work to support me ! Please do not plagarise my hard work and thank you so much for reading! 

~Love, Hri

[imnotcameraready]

more than beliefs (5: mother knows best)

A/N: still trying at this ! i still don't own any tables so honestly, writing has been kinda hard :') but i'm still up to a polished chapter 7 and know VERY well what is happening in chapter 8, so we're looking pretty good. i wrote all of chivalry chapter by chapter so.....hoping this goes well :'D

WARNINGS: manipulation, plotting a murder, paranoia description, blunt force trauma, assault, amnesia, blood, graphic description of violence — this chapter’s the first doozy! if i missed anything, please let me know!

Words: 4378

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“Now, this might be a controversial opinion, but the second Little Mermaid movie is a top-tier Disney sequel,” the Director said, idly mixing a teaspoon around in his hot chocolate.

Roman scoffed. He was sitting on the Director’s couch, wrapped in a blanket while they watched 2005’s Just Like Heaven starring Mark Ruffalo and Reese Witherspoon. The Director had suggested they watch something from Disney, but while Roman loved the whole library of Disney movies lining his shelf, he couldn’t choose which one he wanted. To his surprise, the Director didn’t have a favorite, either. He’d said he was fond of the cookie-cutter damsel in distress narrative of older Disney stories, which Roman tried (and failed) to take offense to, but did agree that many modern movies like Big Hero 6 had interestingly complex and developed stories.

“I just prefer the expansion on oceanic lore. And I’m a sucker for a good parental storyline, when the former protag takes on the motherly role.” The Director took a sip of his coffee.

“And here I thought you weren’t one of my creative advisors,” Roman said with a smirk, crossing his arms upon his pillowy throne.

The Director scoffed, and as he rolled his eyes Roman could have sworn that he was blushing. Maybe he was embarrassed. “Just because I’m not David doesn’t mean I can’t have opinions on works of art,” he sounded dejected—Roman guessed that was fair. The Dragon and Damsel and Child, most obviously, had strong opinions on art yet no artistic inclinations.

It was still up in the air if the Thief did. It didn’t seem like he had many opinions on things that weren’t consequential to Roman’s direct safety, but he was very quiet. Roman didn’t rule out the possibility of the Thief just not wanting to share that information with him, which was….well. Unfortunate.

Roman wished he got to know his advisors better. Ever since they were separated from him, Roman feels like he’s been at the grinding stone with them all. The Thief had spent the whole wedding either swearing or screaming suggestions angrily, and when he wasn’t, he was comforting an incredibly distraught Bard. The Damsel and Playwright tried to help the most but... He had barely even seen the Artist outside of their creative sessions. He had barely seen the Dragon or Child, period.

The Director was an interesting one. Roman had everyone’s phone numbers, because, well, he wasn’t about to use carrier pigeons. Though that might be super cool to try one day. But the Director was just about the only advisor to casually reach out to him. He would send Roman memes. How did he even get memes? Roman and Remus had created an Imagination-version of the internet, so it was likely from their co-sponsored Imagination Tumblr or something. The Director putting in the effort and time to think of Roman during such small instances was what made Roman feel more comfortable here, though. That’s what made him trust the Director with these sorts of situations. Almost made them closer...

Was that selfish? To favor one part of oneself over others? Surely not. It was similar to recognizing flaws, or pimples and blemishes. Not to say any of the others were blemishes. Drats, even Roman’s internal monologue was demeaning to himself.

“Do you want any more coffee? I’m going to go refill,” the Director’s voice jolted Roman out of his stupor, and he looked up with wide eyes.

“No, I’m okay,” and after a small beat, he added, “Thank you again for housing me. I can’t imagine what Phillip would want to say after yesterday’s debacle.”

The Director scoffed. Roman snuggled into his blanket more, listening to the Director pour himself another mug and reply. “Anytime, Roman,” he chuckled, then put on one of the most outlandishly fake accents Roman’s ever heard. “I live to serve~”

“Sto-op,” Roman groaned, throwing his head back and shooting the Director a glare—well, glaring at the kitchen door. There were walls around all of the rooms here, unlike the Mind Palace.

The Director laughed even more when he returned, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed on the cushion. He held his mug in his hands for a few seconds before talking, tone much more sober.

“I do have to say. I’m surprised I was the one you came to.” The Director’s voice is a little more quiet. “I thought for sure you would have sought comfort with Cadence or Gavin before me.”

Roman blinks. “I guess….I didn’t want to be judged again.” He looked back down at his lap, at the blankets piled up there and his own coziness. “Every time I come back after an argument, or after making a fool of myself, it seems everyone has an opinion on how poorly I handled a situation. None of them really acknowledge….It must have been….”

He’d been a little confused about it, too. The trust issue.

“Janus has strung my emotions along enough for it to be fair that I don’t trust him,” Roman said, voice soft as he tried to put how he’d been feeling into words. “Right?”

That was as close an explanation as he could get to. Because it all boiled down to the trust issue, in his understanding of the situation. As much as Patton wanted him to let go of the situation, Patton was focusing on the mustache quip rather than the whole trust thing. Janus knew Roman had wanted to go to the callback. But Roman also wanted to be a good person, if that’s what Thomas wanted. Thomas wanted to be a good person so Roman also wanted to be a good person.

But when being a good person directly went against Thomas’ dreams, Janus stepped in. And sure, he argued that they weren’t supposed to be self-sacrificial, but wasn’t that a hero’s job? When did a hero ever get to keep anything before sacrificing everything? Isn’t that what made sense?

Janus didn’t even do a good job at explaining it, not until all the damage had already been done. This was different from just giving Roman the perfect set up for a theater display, this was Janus pretending that he wanted what Roman wanted. This was Janus pretending to be his friend but wanting Thomas to...be a bad person?

He didn’t understand. Maybe Patton was right. Maybe Roman just didn’t understand. And that’s what made his disgruntlement so confusing, because in his heart, Roman knew Janus was trying to help, he knew that, he understood. But then why did it hurt so much?

“Oh, honey, he’s gone way past that. Don’t gaslight yourself into thinking he’s been helpful,” Macbeth’s icy voice cut through the thoughts wrangling Roman’s mind.

The Director was so self-assured. It was comforting. He was sitting on the couch, arms crossed as he explained.

“And Patton, Logan, turning around just to say you should let it go and listen to him after he’s lied nine times out of ten?” the Director threw his head back and let out a sharp “Hah! No, your anger is rational. And defensible.”

“Why won’t any of the others agree with that?”

The Director starred at Roman for a minute. Just a little too long. His eyes seemed to press Roman into a corner, under a box. Scrutinized.

They both knew that “others” wasn’t a reference to the other Sides. The Director kept his distance from Roman’s other advisors, he knew that, but Roman didn’t know how far. The Director wasn’t the kind to just watch them, was he?

“They all have their opinions. About Disney and otherwise.” He took another drink of his coffee then shook his head, standing up, motioning for Roman to follow, “May I show you….something. Without you thinking I’m crazy?”

Now, that’s always a fairly worrying question to hear. “No, no, I trust you,” Roman said with a slight grin.

The Director must have been able to see how it waned, because he chuckled, smiled back. “I think we’re all a little zany. But that’s the charm. Phillip is undoubtedly the scariest, as much as Draco tries. The Prince, Damsel, whichever you want, has a noticeable villain complex.”

Wait, what?

The Director raised his hands in mock defeat. Showing his hands, like he were trying to assure Roman that he wasn’t being suspicious. But the hairs on Roman’s neck rose. He led Roman to the door just besides Roman’s room. When he first started visiting the Director, he explained that this was his study. Roman had never gone in. Because, you know, when you respect someone you also respect their privacy.

“I’ve only ever spoken to Marlowe, but, you know. I’m the Director of players I can never meet. I had to take notes,” he added the final part quietly.

He glanced over the combination button pad on the door. Roman hadn’t noticed that. What room would require a combination lock? And who would be….Was it to keep him out? Or someone else? Maybe the Playwright, the Director mentioned he’d been over before. Keep anyone out, it seemed.

“I….notes?” he was flabbergasted. What the fuck was happening?

“Yeah.” The Director opened the door slowly and motioned for Roman to follow.

Inside were papers. One wall was a large tackboard, photos and sticky notes and papers pinned up, connected with lines of colored yarn. Roman felt his mouth fall open as he inspected it. There were notes on all of his advisors, all seven of the others, even some of people Roman didn’t know. There was someone with four eyes. Someone with antlers. Who were they? How did this all fit together?

Why in Athena’s name did the Director have corkboard notes on the other advisors? That was a lot more than a little weird.

“I...You’re wonderful, Roman. So productive and pristine and princely, as you deserve to be. But there are some areas where you can stand to improve.” Roman was probably only processing some of the Director’s words as he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out a metal stick, one that looked oddly like a wand.

He held it in one hand, and suddenly it extended, until it was a pointer. The Director held both ends of it and watched Roman for a reaction, a response, something.

“I would have to agree,” Roman stumbled over his words a little, eyes still glued to the notes—there were some by the Child that read ‘Naive/Trusting/Problem?’—before he slowly turned back to the Director with a weak grin once again. “I mean, I might be pristinely princely, but those P alliterations don’t include perfect. No one’s perfect.”

“It may be an unattainable dream, but we’re well familiar with those. We can only strive for improvement! And when improving you and yourself, that means making changes to them,” the Director gestured up at the wall of photos, of the parts of Roman’s self, and smacked the Child’s photo with his pointer. “I actually only thought I would be reading these notes, so forgive me for any, er. Sharp language.”

Roman knew that self-improvement meant adopting new mindsets, but he had no idea that putting parts of himself into characters involved changing them as well, though it did make sense. Self-insert characters had to change if you were changing the self that was being inserted. Right?

If he wanted to improve….it made sense. He had to change himself, including the facets of himself.

“That’s fair,” Roman murmured, “Okay. These….You could take these notes to the other advisors. Surely they’d accept it?”

“At this point, I don’t know who would kill me faster,” the Director scoffed, then gestured at the Damsel’s notes, a cluster of sticky notes and drawings and photos of the Damsel at a well enough distance that it was closer to stalker-ish. “Phillip wouldn’t want competition. Marlowe agrees that he can be quite standoffish when threatened, and a newcomer claiming to be one of Roman’s advisors? Someone who doesn’t have his respect in a royal manner?”

The Director pointed to the Thief now, a even more grave expression adorning his face. “And Eric. Tell me you think he would accept a newcomer of any kind. Just tell me. Especially near Gavin. And the Child himself probably wouldn’t like me.”

Well, that sounded off. Roman leaned on the wall besides the door, back against his hands as he continued to inspect the wall. There were notes on the other advisors’ behaviors, their antics.

For some reason, Roman could almost imagine Janus or Logan doing this. It was something close to weird and something else close to endearing. Was that weird?

“Why not? Gavin’s pretty trusting.” Roman didn’t look away from the wall as he replied.

“In fairness, he might like me, but I don’t know if I could ever come around to liking him. He’s the root source of all our issues, especially our present issue with Janus, Patton, Logan. Even past issues with Remus, if I’m remembering them properly. What Gavin represents allows us to be easily swayed.”

That got Roman to look away, look down at the Director. He was glaring up at the Child’s photo with something fierce, which startled Roman enough. I mean, that was a whole child there. What would inspire this much hatred?

“Really now?” Roman wanted to know.

“He gets us to let our guard down. It’s at Gavin’s behest we take chances, but it’s that same honesty that leads us to broken promises, taking in lies like they’re candy. I don’t know what I would do with him,” the Director sounded disappointed.

That was a fair analysis. All of the advisors—the Playwright, the Thief, the Child, Bard, Artist, Dragon, Damsel, Director—they all represented different parts of Roman, similar to how the Sides represented parts of Thomas. In theory, they worked together. In practice, that was far from the truth, but Roman knew for his sake that they were trying their best.

They all oversaw different parts of Roman’s psyche, too. The Playwright, for example, was most similar to Logan in that he represented Roman’s research and organization, on a creative and egotistical level. The Playwright—Marlowe—could be trusted with knowing how many liters of blood were in the human body as well as every one of the Sides’ favorite karaoke songs, even the exact time and date they met Nico.

The Child was Roman’s belief, his ability to dream. It was fair to assume that that made him the most naïve part. Perhaps it was even a fair conclusion that the debacles with Janus were caused by what the Child represented.

Roman hadn’t thought of it like that. The last time he’d talked to the Child, Gavin, about the situation, he had seem incredibly disappointed.

He’d never stopped to ask what the Child was disappointed in, though. Was he disappointed in Roman? Or in himself? Did the Child know he was the one who had pushed Roman to trust Janus? Did….There was no way that this was….the Child’s fault. Was it?

“Huh.” Roman’s voice echoed emptily to himself. A pit opened in his stomach, something difficult to grasp. The root cause of his burdens couldn’t be his ability to dream. His dreams themselves, his hopes, his beliefs. He….he was the daydreamer, the creator. That couldn’t be a flaw, could it?

The Director watched him, but Roman hardly noticed. It was only for a few seconds, too, of stoic silence before the Director interrupted his thoughts with a huff, looked across the board. “This is quite a bit of insight at once. Maybe we should finish the movie.”

“Director?”

Roman and the Director both turned to the open doorway, the later slapping a hand over his own mouth immediately. With a flick of his wrist, the door closed quietly, clicking just loud enough for the both of them to hear. They also heard the Playwright in the living room, footsteps echoing faintly on the stone floor.

“Director?” the Playwright called out again.

“Fuck,” the Director whispered. This must have been an unplanned visit.

“What? We can just go out and say hello,” Roman said back, though his demeanor and body language spoke of worry, almost fear.

The Playwright was well known to be a pacifist. And the Playwright knew about the Director, knew about Roman knowing the Director. He was a little surprised to find that the Playwright didn’t know the Director’s name was Macbeth, but Roman knew the Director to be a man of secrets.

“He doesn’t know I….He doesn’t know you’re here. He barely knows we talk,” the Director looked around the room and pressed a hand to one of the walls, “Fuck. How are we going to get him out?”

The rock beneath the Director’s hand morphs into a doorway and he opens it. The Playwright was standing in the living room, close to the front door to the home. He looked up at them both, eyes widening when he met Roman’s. Before Roman could say anything, even think of something to say, the Playwright spoke with ease.

“Roman’s here? Thank goodness. Virgil’s come looking for him,” he gave Roman a small smile, strained but caring all the same.

“Ah.” Roman stiffened. Virgil came looking for him? In the Imagination? Why? How? He didn’t have his own passage into this space yet, how’d he get here?

He didn’t want to talk to Virgil. As supportive as he’d been, especially when it came to taking care of Thomas, there were still some areas where Roman wanted to be alone, wanted to process his thoughts alone. Virgil was...vindictive. Which was a strong word to use, but an apt one. Virgil’s distaste in Janus made it hard for Roman to form his own thoughts, which was why he often tried away from Virgil as much as Patton.

He wasn’t ready for that kind of confrontation, and the Director must have been able to tell, because he physically looked like he didn’t want Roman to go.

“I actually didn’t expect to find you here, though I’m not entirely surprised,” the Playwright must not have been privy to these feelings, glancing between the Director and Roman, shock still gracing his features.

“Really now,” the Director said, tilting his head, “Why not?”

“I just didn’t know Roman had met you, but of course, even I’m not as omniscient as Creativity himself,” the Playwright stepped closer, reaching toward Roman. “You have to come up, though. Virgil said everyone’s worried.”

Roman starred at the Playwright’s hand, unsure of what to do with the gesture. He knew everyone would be worried, on a baseline. Closed doors didn’t do well around the Mind Palace, especially his, especially after his splitting incident, but that didn’t mean he had to cater to everyone else’s worry. He was allowed privacy.

Before he formulated a response, though, the Director placed a hand in front of Roman. His smile toward the Playwright turned sour, lips pursed in a mix of thought and anger.

“He doesn’t have to go see Virgil if he doesn’t want to.” Roman felt some of the tension in his shoulder alleviate at the Director’s statement, as basic as it was.

The Playwright, on the other hand, didn’t seem to understand. He looked between Roman and the Director again, surprised even further by how familiar they seemed. There had been a fair amount of transparency in Roman’s relationships with all of the other advisors that there must be some dissonance to see him be so familiar with someone he hadn’t even expected Roman to know. Something about that surprise, the bait and switch, the lie, felt fulfilling.

“It wouldn’t be difficult to alleviate Virgil’s worried and tell him to leave again,” the Playwright explained slowly. “I’m sure, if Roman told him he wanted privacy, he would understand.”

“I’m sure, if Virgil could understand that, then he wouldn’t have tread where he shouldn’t. You can’t make him do anything.” The Director’s voice grew darker, hand unwavering.

“Make him?” the Playwright sounded so confused.

Roman was also confused where the Director’s notion came from, but it was validating to hear reminders that Roman’s decisions were his to make. But nothing in the Playwright’s tone was forceful.

For a moment, it seemed as though the Playwright would drop his confusion.

Until he took a step forward, toward the Director and Roman, with one hand outstretched. Roman didn’t know what he’d been planning, but he knew the Playwright wasn’t a sporadic man. He hated adding physicality to situations where debate and discussion could suffice. So, in hindsight, it was likely the Playwright was reaching out to make peace.

The moment passed in mere seconds.

He was taller than the Director by a noticeable few inches, so the Director bent his knees. He pushed Roman behind him with his outstretched arm, acting faster than either Roman or the Playwright could react to. The Director stuck his leg out and grabbed the Playwright by the fabric of his shirt, behind his neck. The Playwright, surprised by the sudden movements, tripped on his leg and let out a sharp gasp of surprise.

Besides them was the living room coffee table. As the Playwright fell, the Director redirected his head toward the table, shoving him away from Roman.

It felt very spur of the moment, and it happened in a true moment. The Playwright let out a scream, sharp and fearful, before his forehead collided with the edge of the metal table. He fell beneath it unconscious. Blood pooled at the Director’s feet as he stood back up.

Roman’s hands shot to his face immediately, as soon as the Playwright started falling, and he could only stare in horror at the scene. The Director, too, seemed shocked at his own reaction. He starred at his blood-stained socks for a little while, breathing heavy enough for Roman to hear. It must be the adrenaline.

“I,” the Director’s voice caught in his throat.

Roman watched. Just watched. The Director swallowed, turning around to face Roman with a mirroring horrified expression, eyes wide with surprise. “You have to make him forget.”

“What?” Roman’s voice was strained, almost a whisper, and he cleared his throat to repeat. “Excuse me?”

What kind of request….?

“If Marlowe remembers this, we’re fucked. He knows you’re here. He’s going to think I attacked him. I-I did attack him,” The Director took a slow breath, turning to look at the body on the ground before shaking his head—unable to look. “David is going to kill me.

“Make him forget. He can stay here. For a bit. We can figure this out,” he put his hands up towards Roman. “We-The other Sides’re gonna follow Virgil. We both know that. And, uh. Only Marlowe knew I was here. So we’ve got time to figure out how to, uh. Play this off.”

Roman starred at him with wide eyes. The past two days had been such a long mess, he didn’t know what to do. Physically, he could remove the Playwright memories. He’d be a blank slate of a character, only backstory. What would that do? The Playwright’s backstory was that he was the Playwright. He didn’t have some elaborate parent-death or chosen-one-esque story that he could fall back on. Poor bastard wasn’t even the one who had Roman’s memories prior.

But the Director was right, in a way. If they wanted more time to think about everything—the other Sides were looking for him? How did Virgil get in here? Why would he be looking for Roman, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stomp away from a verbal duel, why now?—then they couldn’t have the Playwright ratting them out.

When he manipulated the Imagination directly, his powers were red. Remus’ were green. It was distinctive. So when Roman sank down, put a hand on the back of the Playwright’s head, his hand turned red.

It blended in with the blood.

Roman felt vile. He had to do this, or else the others would find him. A quiet, dull part of his mind told him that didn’t matter but….he didn’t want to be found. He didn’t.

He pulled gently, as though tugging the thoughts out, and something glistened red and gold as he did. Then, Roman let it go, and it disappeared. It reminded him a little of Dumbledore pulling his own memories out in Harry Potter. Roman didn’t feel much the chosen one, either, though.

“There,” he said quietly.

The Director let out a soft breath. It didn’t sound like either of them knew what to do, to be fair. Maybe the Director hadn’t even expected this.

“I’ll….here.” The Director looked up and pointed at the wall behind the couch.

The couch scooted forward a little, enough for there to be a walkway behind it, and the room simultaneously pulled away from the couch. Then, a door formed on the wall. It clicked once, then swung open. Another room.

Roman stood still, staring at his hands—was that magic or blood?—while the Director leaned down to pick the Playwright up. The man hadn’t moved since being bludgeoned by the table.

“Under the sink in the bathroom is a first aid kit,” the Director said, voice stoic, taking the reins on the situation, “I’ll make him a bedroom and bandage his head. Then he can stay for a day or two. We must figure out what to do, about the other Sides and about Marlowe.”

That was fair. He’d only stay a little.

Dimly, Roman remembered that this was the Imagination, he mastered this world, so he could technically get rid of the Playwright’s wound. He could get rid of his memory and the wound and send him right back to his home, right back to the Artist, good as normal and none the wiser.

But….something in the back of his head stopped him. And the Director pulled him into the other room faster than Roman could overcome whatever clouded thoughts were plaguing him.

[yujachachacha]

Glad you're feeling better! Though I have to say now I'm super nervous about Rikako. Is it something bad? or just sad?

Ahaha, this is what happens when I have a sudden meltdown over seiyuu feels…

To Anon #1: Thanks! About the Rikyako thing, I guess I kinda overreacted because it took me by surprise (though again, in hindsight I shouldn’t have been all that shocked). As to the nature of it…uh, both? Well, it’s bad to me because it’s something sad, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing itself.

To Anon #2: Hello there! You’re right, I was planning to mention it in a future post. Since your ask was worded so politely though, I’ll actually just go over this part of the video now! And holy crap, you’re like the second person or something who’s told me that about my posts. Thank you! I’ll keep trying my best. :’)

Context for those who missed my spaghetti last night - I was watching a video about Rikyako’s past in the entertainment industry that was kindly submitted to me by @rikakomod. The video was made by a Korean fan who wanted to inform others about how Rikyako debuted long before her role in “Love Live! Sunshine!!”. I then stumbled across a fact that led to me figuring out a possibly sad detail about Rikyako, and I promptly went “NOPE goodbye not gonna deal with these feels, why am I like this???”

Back on track. The video goes over how Rikyako used to do modeling as a child, and was even in an idol group when she was in middle school. I already knew about that. What I didn’t know was that for a brief period in 2007, Rikyako and her mother performed as a comedic duo. Here’s a picture from the video, which appears to show a 14~15-year-old Rikyako with her mother(!!!):

As cute as this image this, that’s not why I freaked out.

It’s the name of their comedic act that held the surprise - a rather sad implication about Rikyako’s personal life. From what I deduced from that fact plus other details I knew about Rikyako, I would hazard to say that the above picture is the entire Aida household.

In other words: I suspect that Rikyako was raised by a single mother.

Explanation under the cut.

So in the video, the OP said that their act was called “모자가정” - which to my eyes, means “Hat Household”. Huh? What the heck kind of name is that?

Then I smacked my forehead and said, “Duh, I should be looking at what 모자 means in hanja (Korean pronunciation of Chinese characters), not Korean, since the OP must’ve translated it straight from Japanese.”

A bit of Googling led me to the conclusion that it stood for 母子, which means “mother-child”. I thought, “Oh okay, they’re a mother-and-daughter duo, so I guess that makes sense. ‘Mother-child household’ is kind of a weird name, but whatever worked for them.”

But then I got curious and decided to look up what the full unit name would be in Japanese. I ended up with 母子家庭 (boshi katei), plugged it into a Japanese dictionary, and came up with this:

…excuse me, what?!

Cue Yujacha going through the 5 Stages of Grief:

Denial: “Haha, I must have just translated this wrong…there’s no way that’s right…even though I’ve checked about three different sources…”

Anger: “Actually, why the heck would you name your comedy duo something like this?! It’s not funny! Being a single mom is not a joke!”

Bargaining: “Maybe it’s just them casually claiming that they’re the real breadwinners of the family? Though, Rikyako did also say in her KaneTomo interview that her mom got married at 19 and gave birth to Rikyako at 20. Oh, but she never said anything about not having a dad! …though she didn’t say anything about having a dad either. And being a young single mom is stressful, which would also explain those vicious fights Rikyako mentioned in the interview as well. Oh my god.”

Depression: “Just recently on UraRaji, Anchan was talking about how her dad was so proud of her that he bought her a new game console. And to think, Anchan was planning on quitting seiyuu work if she didn’t pass the LL audition. I wonder if Rikyako’s dad would’ve been proud of her too, after all those failed idol groups she went through…”

Acceptance: “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time people used tragedy for comedic purposes. Plus, everything I knew about Rikyako before this doesn’t seem to contradict this theory.“

I don’t have anything that explicitly confirms that Rikyako doesn’t have a father. But at the very least, the evidence does seem to indicate that she grew up in a single parent household.

I guess…it just made me feel for her. The entertainment industry is pretty rough in general, but Love Live has a particular knack for picking up cast members who’ve gone through a lot of hardship.

Kussun worked at a maid café. Suwawa, at one point, was a part-timer at a fast food restaurant.

Furirin debuted as a seiyuu in 2014, long before the Sunshine project was announced, but never found any work. Ainya also moved to Tokyo in 2014, and couldn’t find any major jobs for a year either.

Emitsun used to sit in a Starbucks and worry about not finding work as well.

King was able to advance from being an utaite (amateur singer on Niconico; the JP equivalent of YouTube singers) to a professional signed with Victor Entertainment - but her major single had poor sales and she never made it big.

And who could forget Pile? She’s a beautifully talented artist, but she failed to debut not just once, but twice. Without Maki, she would’ve given up her dream to be a singer. Now, instead of being stuck in a white-collar job, Pile has fans around the world who flock to her concerts.

Which leads us to Rikyako. If it’s true that she really did grow up without a dad, that could explain why she’s dabbled in acting, idol activities, and modeling since 2003. Perhaps Rikyako had to help out with bringing money into the household from a young age. Though, it couldn’t have been easy, as she went through multiple talent agencies before ending up at Ken Production.

That’s part of what makes me admire the Love Live seiyuu so much - despite their failures, they pushed on and eventually found something that brought so much joy to their lives, and to millions of fans as well. It’s all thanks to the hard work these girls put in that they’ve come this far and finally found success. But I do also think back to how the tagline for “Love Live! Sunshine!!” when it debuted was “Save us, Love Live!”. For people like Pile, Emitsun, Rikyako, and many, many, others, that’s exactly what this awe-inspiring franchise has done.

[dknc3]

I'm the same op that talked about Jon and Cat. As a Stark family fan, do you think Ned and Cat favored certain children over the others. I'm not saying Cat and Ned didn't love all their children, but it seemed to me that each parent found it easier to connect with certain children. I would say Ned favored Jon and Arya, while Cat favored Robb and Bran. From the books it seems like neither parent favored Sansa and Rickon. Do you think Sansa and Rickon weren't favored by Cat&Ned, and if so, why?

I don’t imagine this will surprise anyone, but my answer to this got LONG. Hahahaha!! Read on under the cut, if you wish.

I honestly don’t believe they favored any one child above another. I believe there were some children who were easier for them to understand than others, and like all children they “favored” the child who had the most need in a given moment. Speaking as a parent of three children, I know I favor the child who is sick, who has suffered a disappointment, who has been hurt, who is facing a difficult challenge. The thing is, that’s not always the same child. For instance, Catelyn doesn’t remain with Robb on campaign because she FAVORS him. She cannot reach her daughters and she honestly believes her other sons are at least safe at Winterfell. So in that moment in time, Robb, leading men to war at age 14 first to rescue his father and then to avenge him, is the child she sees as both needing her the most and the one she can actually do the most for.

Also, speaking as a parent, I don’t parent all of my children in the precise same way, either. Neither does my husband. You see, they are three very different people, and treating each of them identically would make no sense at all. One of my children always wanted chocolate birthday cakes. The other two preferred yellow cake on their birthdays. IMHO, it would have been rotten parenting to decree they all got the same type of cake in the name of fairness. More significantly, my firstborn son rarely broke rules, and therefore he had relatively few restrictions through high school. We asked him to let us know where he was, generally what he was doing, and to call us if he would be out later than he’d originally stated. He did so. My second son liked to push those limits and break more rules. Consequently, he spent his high school years with more restrictions placed upon him than his older brother had. He certainly felt we were being “unfair” and “favoring” his older brother at times, but that wasn’t the case. At that point in his life, he needed more supervision than his brother. And now that he’s finished almost two years in college--living almost entirely independently--he GETS the things we were trying to teach him then. He’s a wonderful young man, and we couldn’t love him or be any prouder of him. (And that was always true--even when we were lecturing and grounding him on a pretty regular basis! LOLOL!!)

We see very little of either Stark actually parenting most of the children, but what little we do get leads me to believe they attempted to deal with their individual children in much the same way--actually KNOWING them, recognizing what type of guidance they needed, and then attempting to give it to them. Not always successfully, of course. No parent--including myself, my husband, my own parents, or any parent I’ve ever known--always gets it right. Parenting is often kind of a trial and error process, unfortunately. But I think Ned and Cat love each of their children DIFFERENTLY because they are different people and treat each of their children DIFFERENTLY both because they are different people and because they are destined for different roles in their medieval world. And yes, BOTH Ned and Catelyn were traditional enough to believe their children would and should live fairly pre-determined lives according to their stations.

For Catelyn, I wrote a post 3 years ago entitled “Does Catelyn Stark Really Love All Her Children? Rather than repeat all that, I’ll link to that post here: http://dknc3.tumblr.com/post/85222770564/does-catelyn-stark-really-love-all-her-children 

The child I didn’t discuss in that post is Bran because the person to whom my friend had been responding in the first place acknowledged Cat loved Bran--and only Bran. Yes, she sits by his bedside obsessively, neglecting her other children to their detriment after his fall. But that is merely because she couldn’t emotionally get past what she saw as his overwhelming need for her in that moment. She didn’t want to neglect her other children. She simply felt compelled to somehow hold her son in this life by her physical presence. She couldn’t let him slip away without her. Was it healthy? No. Was it favoritism? Not truly. Because she’d have been the same way had it been any of her five children. As for thinking of Bran as her “sweet boy” and not wanting him to leave for King’s Landing with Ned in her POV--well, she didn’t want any of them to go. She was losing Ned. She was losing Sansa. She was losing Arya. And as Ned made the case for each of them to go, she forced herself to see the logic in it and accept it. But Bran was only 7. He’d been her baby for nearly four years until the birth of Rickon. And when Ned announced he was taking Bran, TOO, it was simply too much. She was now officially being asked to let go of her husband and over half her children, likely for YEARS. It was too much. Not because she favored Bran and loved him more than her girls, but because the entire situation was simply too much. And as she still considered him her “sweet boy” aka very young child, she’d honestly thought Ned would leave him with her just as he would Rickon.

Now, Ned is a bit different because as a medieval High Lord, he was much less involved in the daily raising of the children than Catelyn. He is written as a man who knows and WANTS to know more of his children than most men in his position, but still, she was the hands-on parent. The longest conversation we get to witness with Ned and one of his children is with Arya in King’s Landing. (Just like we only get to see Catelyn have long conversations with Robb.)  But in likelihood, Robb is the child most of the kids would have accused Ned of favoring through the years. As his heir, he’s the one Ned would spend the most time with, wanting to teach him all the things about being Lord of Winterfell that he himself had felt woefully unprepared for. Jon certainly didn’t feel favored, and I don’t see any evidence in canon that Ned cared more for Jon than he did his other children. Catelyn feared Ned favored him, of course, but I think that particular situation made Ned even more determined to walk a careful line where Jon was concerned. He loved Jon dearly. But a lot of what he did concerning Jon was as much for the sake of a promise to his sister as for Jon himself. In fact, Jon was a victim of Ned’s rather unfortunate habit of simply trying to ignore particularly difficult problems if he couldn’t see a good solution. He really should have made SOME sort of plan for Jon’s future. “I’ll keep him safe at Winterfell as my bastard” is just great for a baby or a small boy. Not so much for a grown man who would want a life of his own. Ned could count on Catelyn to help him see to the future for his other children, but Jon was all his, and he knew it. But he just kind of let Jon hang out at Winterfell in a sort of limbo. I honestly see Ned’s feelings toward Jon as laced with more guilt than favoritism.

We don’t get to see him much with Bran or Rickon, but we know leaving Bran was painful for him, and that when he receives word that Bran awoke, he holds an all night vigil in the godswood at King’s Landing with both his daughters. And while he is grateful that his son lives, he is still devastated by what he has lost and, I believe, is attempting to reassure himself as much as he is Arya, when he speaks of all the things Bran can still be now that he cannot be a knight. Also he’d recently taken Bran to his first execution. On the surface that seems a cold thing to subject a 7 year old to, but Ned is a man who believes in facing cold realities. The fact that he not only takes his 7-year-old along, but then has a conversation with him attempting to ensure he understood what was done and why it was done is actually evidence that he is as serious about raising his second true-born son to be every bit as honorable and just as his heir. Which is the opposite of favoritism. And had he lived long enough, I’ve no doubt he’d done the same with Rickon.

As for the girls, he has NO CLUE what to do with either of them. They were Catelyn’s job entirely much more so than the boys were. He at least knew what he wanted to teach his boys as they got older. Once the man left Winterfell with Sansa and Arya, he was in way over his head, and he didn’t do a particularly good job with either of them. To be fair, I think Ned was beyond depressed and certainly frustrated and alarmed about a great many things in King’s Landing, but he was a fairly neglectful father there for the most part, tbh. He had that wonderful conversation with Arya, but had allowed the situation between her and Sansa to reach a boiling point before that ever happened, and while he engaged Syrio in an effort to give her something, ANYTHING constructive to do to keep her a little happier, he didn’t really check in on her lessons after that and had no idea that she was wandering all over the Red Keep and even out of it. As for Sansa, he knew she was angry at him for killing Lady, and he just let her be--allowing her to become more and more influenced by Cersei. I do NOT think he favored Arya over Sansa at all. I think he had to DEAL WITH Arya more often simply because she was more willful and tended to get into more trouble. His paying her more attention wasn’t favoritism so much as it was the mistaken (but all too common) parental belief that the child who isn’t any trouble doesn’t need anything. His mistake. Sansa needed him badly. And in the end, he was willing to sacrifice both his honor and his life for her.

So, really long answer. But basically, NO. While there is likely some truth in your assertion that Ned and Cat might have found it easier to connect with some of their children than others (and that can be something that changes over time and in different situations), that does NOT equate to favoring any particular child. No parents are perfectly fair all the time. All children with siblings honestly feel that their parents play favorites at times. But, on the whole, I don’t believe either Ned or Catelyn had true, longstanding favorites among their children. They loved their children differently. But they loved them all without reservation.

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Hi! Can I get a type A and B ship please? I'm a INFP, Leo, 175cm, curvy, I have short pixie hair with freckles, beauty marks and rosey cheeks, I'm from Brazil and speak 3 languages, I like to act, watch movies, sleep, paint, read, flowers kids and dogs!!! I'm shy at first met but when I get comfortable I become very talkative! My friends says I'm very cute, honest, and funny! One of my friends once said I'm "the female + hufflepuff version of min yoongi " so I guess that helps as describing? TY!

Hi sweetie~ sure! Here we go~ PS: I’m Brazilian too

Written ship type B: J-Hope!

You would catch his attention right away: he would love the way you are so cute and yet so honest. He would be hurt by some of your comments sometimes, but it wouldn’t take long until he gets that it wasn’t supposed to be hurtful and get over it. He would appreciate the fact that you are smart and would enjoy your artistic tendencies as well as your subtle caring manner. He would shower you with many displays of affection from words to skinship. He would be able to bring your talkative nature and, from now and then, he would be teasing you and playing pranks at you. Both of you would offer support whenever one of you needs, with different ways: J-Hope would do it as he tried to cheer you up and you would do it by doing small favors. You would be a couple that many would envy... :)

Written ship type A: J-Hope- first met...

J-Hope was wondering at São Paulo’s streets while he was waiting to do the show at the City Bank Hall. He had been in the city two times before, but, because of the tight schedule, he didn’t really had the chance to walk around the city. He was finding very interesting the way the always big cities had the same basic structure...he even thought twice about taking a walk, since he was pretty sure it would be almost the same as New York in terms of view. As he walked, he realized he couldn’t be more wrong: São Paulo did have it’s own personality. He was mesmerized to see so many graffiti arts and beggars that performed in front of the cars while there was a red signal...so many different things...he looked around him and noticed that he lost the track of the other members. How was he going back? He didn’t know Portuguese and there wasn’t many people who he stopped in the middle of the streets that could give him the proper directs in English. He sighed. He was tired and hungry, so He finally decided to stop near a bus stop. He was intrigued to see a part of the town that was very different from all the rest: a place where the public lights had a oriental style and many of the people there had Asian facial traits. Maybe he could find someone to help him there...ops! He bumped over a person...

-I’m so sorry...are you okay?- he helped the girl with pixie hair and freckles to get up. She had a quite different appearance from the rest of the people he had met so far...

-That’s okay...I’m sorry...

-You can speak in English?! Thank God!- he jumped with happiness...

-I do...-you gave him a shy laugh...

-Could you help me with something?- he showed you the address of the hotel and you explained to him the way to get there...you had a feeling you knew him, but you couldn’t tell from where exactly...

-Thank you very much...what’s your name?

-(Y/n). And yours?

-I’m Hoseok...I’m a singer...-he shyly smiled...

-Oh my God! I can’t believe it! You are J-Hope! I knew it! - you were surprised...-Would you mind to give me an autograph?- you blushed as you asked, handing over a small notebook...

-Sure!- he wrote down something and returned to you...-(Y/n)...do you know somewhere I can eat? I’m a little hungry...sorry to disturb you like this...

-No problem! Come this way...-you guided him to your favorite place over that part of the town and you two had a great time together. J-Hope didn’t want to go so soon...but he had to go to the show. You said your goodbyes...

You got home after going to BTS show, wondering if J-Hope would ever remember the moment he spent with you like you would. It was sad that he had go back to the tour...to South Korea...you sighed as you opened the notebook he signed...wait a moment...you opened a wide smile when you saw that, beside the autograph, there was his phone number... :)

I hope you like it :) Thank you for reading :) Feel free to request anytime :)