#Lovable idiot husband

[snazzyladreal]

Metadede headcanons

Ft. Transfem Meta and Bisexual Himbo Dedede

She sit on his shoulder/arm like a bird and uses this to cuss people out

Meta still can’t cook for shit

Dedede can barely cook but makes the sickest chocolate chip cookies this side of the galaxy

Meta can carry Dedede around and this results in the ‘mah wweifie iss sooo stroong’ cringe affect

Once Dedede got a ball of yarn out of curiosity and Meta immediately just acted like an excited kitten

Meta has (kinda reluctantly)let Kirby and Sailor do her makeup before

The statues from the ‘Sworn Partners’ fight are now in a garden under their bedroom window

Meta tried baking a cake for her hubby’s birthday once

Bandana had to drag her away from the fire that started

If anyone misgenders Meta, be prepared to be threatened by a penguin while his wife flips you off

‘Meta Knight’s Revenge’ happened before they started dating

After the Halberd crashed, the entire crew showed up on Dedede’s doorstep, drenched in water and looking slightly like sad cats

“hey, sooooooo, we need a place to stay for a bit….”

”meta what the fuck did you do”

Meta would just leave flowers on Dedede’s window sill cause she suck ass at flirting

Imagine - lil borb meta flying and carrying big ass penguin husband with one hand

she stronk

Mets just sinks into the fluff of Dedede’s robe

literally looks like the top of a grape with wings in the fluff

she can and will sleep like this

Meta’s (semi-jokingly) pissed that her husband has better boobs then her

”HIS are all natural, and I had to pay to get these motherfuvkers!”

Dedede makes sure to kiss all of Meta’s face scars whenever she takes her mask off around him

You ever seen a penguin king pet his sleeping bat wife like she was a cat?

well now you have the cute mental image

Everything is okay once you cuddle in the world’s comfiest bed with piles of blanket around

They spar as date nights sometimes

Meta’s got some jealousy issues based off insecurities

but then her husband kisses her and she feels much better

Once meta put fake lashes on her mask to try to get people to gender her correctly

she was so pissed off when it actually worked

Dedede couldn’t stop laughing

They both adopted the dee twins separately before they were married

Meta is the scariest of the entire family

you put pickles on someone’s burger when they asked for none?

prepare to have your head added to the wall above a fireplace somewhere

They also have the biggest table in the castle filled with food for eating contest dates sometimes

Dedede loves listening to his wife infodump about the stars and constellations

everyone in the kingdom thought they were oblivious idiots in love until they announced their wedding

Meta can see UV light so sometimes she actually thinks her husband is glowing when her eyes are just being like ‘ooooo pretty light’

Meta is moronsexual

they do each other’s make up

ddd is a fucking master at doing eyeliner

the queerest straights you’ll ever meet

[biblicalhorror]

Girl help they're calling the guy who blackmailed his wife and her teammates over their trauma to save his furniture store a "himbo who just loves his wife and wants her to be happy"

[jojissalsa]

idk wtf this is, basically deadpool is your husband. you two got hitched during a bender. what's new for me. sorry if this sounds jumbled, i'm very sleep deprived and wanted to give y'all some food.

cw: 18+ (obviously), mentions of wolverine/logan howlett being a hoe, possessiveness/slight jealously, breeding kink if you squint. idk.

MDNI, 18+ under the cut.

wade dumbass wilson was famously not a smart man. he had a lot of regrets in his unfortunately long life, his love life being a major part. the disaster that followed him just wasn't suitable for most, so when he felt that familiar pang in his chest when he looked at you, he pushed it down with the rest of his deeply complicated emotions.

he knew he shouldn't join you on your depressive drunken bender, but who was he if not a person who made horribly stupid decisions? you were one of his best friends, and there's no way he could consume enough alcohol to forget marrying someone.

sooooo. uh. oops?

he remembers the initial dread the two of you felt when you stared at that pink slip of paper. married on a whim? without even being together? not to mention the several used condoms you found in the trash when you started cleaning up your apartment. the dread was quickly washed away when you actually sat down and confronted things head on, barely feeling any regret for being legally tied to the man.

him on the other hand?

he couldn't believe you'd actually consider staying with him. it was the first time in his life he didn't have anything witty or snarky to say. well, partly. he was internally chastising you for being such a fucking idiot. but he didn't wanna ruin the moment. you were being so affectionate, and all the things you said melted his core entirely. you called him cute, funny, you somehow made his perverted side sound endearing. it was foreign, and while it made his brain short-circuit for a few moments, it was all welcomed.

the only thing he was really worried about were the other facets of his life. he knew you were fine with him being a mercenary, in fact he remembered you calling him an "adorable homicidal maniac". your words, not his. he didn't think he was that cute. you practically cooed at him like a dog, but why would he tell you otherwise if it meant he got attention? all of that left him with his last qualm, his x-men buddies.

he wasn't worried about his friends not liking you, god no. you were a very lovable person, and he didn't care if they thought he was even more of a psycho for marrying you on a bender. he was worried about being jealous. jealous was not something that described him, hell, he was the exact opposite. if you were simply his girlfriend, he'd be more than happy to share. you were both experimental freaks, one of the many things he loved about you. you matched his violent and downright concerning freak, and he was all for it. that being said, he wanted to keep it between you.

he could feel his blood pressure rising just watching you interact with logan. wade was the first to know of his honey badger's manwhorish tendencies, which he was proud of at times. he just prayed it would never be directed to his beloved mrs. wilson. you only gave logan polite smiles and your usual sweet laughter to be nice, because even under your stubborn attitude, you still wanted to be kind to others. it was unbearably painful for an attention whore like wade. he wanted all your laughter and sweetness directed to him. not that preening slut.

that led you to now, your body folded to mold against his as his hips slam into you. his rough hands dig into the fat of your thighs as he presses you harshly into the mattress, growling at your nails digging into his biceps. "wade, please–" you barely get a chance to plead when he thrusts sharply, his cocky grin making your body feel taut. "what's wrong, baby? use your big girl words." you hate that his snark always riles you up, whining as the sound hits your ears.

"you're being rough." you can barely get the words out, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth from how fuzzy your brain is getting. "never been an issue before? usually you're begging for rough." you moan at his teeth sinking into the meat of your neck, your hands scrambling to find their place on his body. "it's different, it's been hours, you're killing me here—" he cuts you off again when his thumb presses against your clit, any semblance of words leaving as your screams start to fill the room.

"don't want you forgetting who makes you scream like this, sweetheart. all fucking mine." the pure possessiveness in his voice makes your back bow, the familiar tightening in your core feeling all the more intense. "jesus, so damn tight, pussy's just sucking me in. i'm not going anywhere, sugar, no need to hold me like that." he can feel your nails scrape down his skin, and it makes him shudder more than your moaning does. he leans back to see your cute, scrunched up face, and he can tell you're too fucked out to be snarky with him. he knows deep down you wanna tell him he's a million times more clingy than you, but he won't let himself ruin the moment. not when you're this pretty under him, barely able string along words other than 'please'.

"shut up, just shut up, 'm so close." he can barely hold back his smile, loving that you can still be your usual bitchy self even when he's fucked all that's left from you. "then tell me what you want and we can go to bed, sound good, princess?" you pout at the mocking lilt in his tone, annoyed at how it makes you tighten around his cock.

"cum inside me, please."

wade has tried to predict a lot of your wants and needs, and he should've predicted this would happen sooner. "fuck.." he can barely register the downright pathetic whine he lets out, his thrusts getting sloppy as he slams his hips faster and faster, desperate to please you.

like the many decisions he's made with you, they're always impulsive, chaotic, insanely stupid, and so fucking good. he completely forgets the fact that he's not wearing a condom, and can barely remember if you're on birth control or not. he'll just chalk it up to unchecked ADHD, because you've probably brought it up a million times and he just can't think because you're screaming his name and your nails are hitting that spot he likes and—

his cock twitches as he paints your walls before he can register what's happening, keeping you flush against him as his body practically collapses on top of you. "you forgot to put a condom on, didn't you?" your breathless, slightly concerned tone snaps him back to reality, leaning up to smile at you with his signature dopey charm. "we're still using condoms?"

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Toasts

As Buck sat at the sweetheart table, holding Tommy's hand, he couldn't believe it. He was married. He had a husband. If someone had told 25-year-old Buck this would happen, he would've thought they were crazy. But here he was, and he was enormously grateful for how things had turned out.

The music faded, and Buck saw Eddie approach the microphone. It was time for the toasts. His best friend cleared his throat nervously.

"Hey, uh, hi everyone. Eddie Diaz here, best man for Buck over there." Eddie gestured towards the newlyweds with a warm smile. "When I first met Buck, I became immediately aware of his competitive streak. From my first day at the firehouse, everything was a contest. We moved past that pretty quickly and became fast friends, but I always remembered that about him."

Eddie paused, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Fast forward five years, and suddenly I'm seeing that competitiveness again because I've made a new friend, Tommy. Initially, I thought it was about me—that Buck was afraid Tommy would put a rift in our friendship. Turns out, that wasn't the case at all." He chuckled. "He just had the hots for the guy. Not that he knew it at the time, of course.

Eddie grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Fun fact: I was actually at Buck and Tommy's first date."

"Oh no, you don't," Buck piped up, his face flushing. "You are not telling that story."

Tommy leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on Buck's cheek. "It's okay, honey. You'll always be my favorite ally." Buck groaned, burying his face in his hands as laughter rippled through the audience.

Eddie chuckled, continuing his speech. "As I was saying, Buck screwed up their first date pretty spectacularly. A few days later, he came out to me and confessed that he couldn't stop thinking about Tommy."

Eddie's voice softened, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I had never seen him like that before. His face was the color of his birthmark when he told me." The audience erupted in laughter, and Buck playfully rolled his eyes, his arm tightening around Tommy's waist.

"I encouraged him to reach out to Tommy and ask for a second chance," Eddie continued, gesturing towards the newlyweds. "And well, we all know how that turned out."

Eddie's gaze swept across the room, taking in the smiling faces of their friends and family. "You know, watching these two fall in love has been quite the journey. Buck went from being completely oblivious about his feelings to head over heels in a matter of weeks. And Tommy," Eddie continued, "you've been incredibly patient with our lovable idiot here."

Buck pretended to look offended, but couldn't hide his grin as Tommy squeezed his hand affectionately.

"But in all seriousness," Eddie's tone grew more earnest, "I've never seen two people more perfectly suited for each other. Buck, you've grown so much, and Tommy, you've been an amazing addition to our family. You balance each other out in ways I never thought possible."

He raised his glass, prompting others to do the same. "To Buck and Tommy - may your love continue to grow, your adventures never end, and may you always have each other's backs. Congratulations, guys. We love you both."

As the room erupted in cheers and the clinking of glasses, Buck stood up, pulling Eddie into a tight hug. Tommy joined them, his eyes watering.

As Eddie stepped back from the microphone, Chimney stood up, adjusting his tie with a mischievous grin. He approached the mic, clearing his throat dramatically.

"Make way for best man number two—or should I say the better man?" Chimney quipped, eliciting chuckles from the audience. "Howard Han here, but people call me Chimney. I'm Buck's brother-in-law and Tommy's best man. And I'm going to be honest with you all," he paused for effect, scanning the room, "I am the reason you're all here today."

Chimney leaned into the microphone, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "See, I saved good old Tommy's life when he was working at the 118. Pulled him out of an exploding building, if you can believe it." He paused as murmurs of appreciation rippled through the crowd.

"And then, two years ago," Chimney continued, gesturing dramatically, "I introduced him to the love of his life." He glanced at Buck and Tommy, who were listening intently, hands intertwined. "Not that I expected that, of course. I mean, who could have predicted these two would end up here?"

Chimney's voice softened, his expression becoming more sincere. "Certainly not me, but I will say I am so proud of these two and the effort they've put into their relationship. They truly would do anything for each other."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over to Buck and Tommy, who were looking at each other with adoration. "And let me tell you, they're fabulous uncles to my little girl." Chimney's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I think she likes them more than me, to be honest."

This elicited a wave of laughter from the audience. Maddie, sitting nearby, playfully rolled her eyes at her husband's joke.

Chimney's expression turned nostalgic. "You know, I'm so glad we're all here celebrating their wedding in this beautiful venue instead of, say, a hospital room." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Unlike my own wedding, which, as some of you may remember, took place in a hospital because I had encephalitis."

The crowd murmured in recognition, some laughing softly at the memory. Maddie caught Chimney's eye and smiled.

Chimney's eyes twinkled with amusement. "But here's a fun fact for you all," he continued. "My wedding night is also the night I found out about Buck and Tommy." He gestured towards the newlyweds. "There I was, just married, laying in a hospital, when Tommy walks in wearing his turnouts, fresh from fighting a wildfire. And right behind him? Our boy Buck, face covered in soot."

Buck buried his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed but laughing, while Tommy rubbed his back soothingly, grinning at the memory.

"Let's just say," Chimney added with a wink, "there was no doubt what these two had been up to. Talk about making an entrance!"

The audience erupted in laughter, and even Buck peeked out from behind his hands.

"So in a way," Chimney mused, "my wedding night was the unofficial debut of their relationship. Talk about a two-for-one deal!"

Chimney's expression softened, his tone becoming more sincere. "Seriously though, I'm so happy for these two." He looked directly at Buck and Tommy, his eyes filled with genuine affection. "You guys have been through so much together, and your love has only grown stronger."

He raised his glass, prompting the guests to do the same. "I can't wait to see what the future holds for you both. Your dedication to each other is truly inspiring."

With a warm smile and a hint of his characteristic humor, Chimney concluded, "Congratulations to the Kinards. Can't wait to see what the future holds. Let's just hope it involves fewer hospital visits and more actual dates. Cheers!"

The room erupted in laughter and applause as guests clinked their glasses. Buck and Tommy exchanged amused glances before standing up, visibly moved, to embrace Chimney in a tight hug.

Chimney sat down to enthusiastic applause. Buck stood up, taking Tommy's hand as they approached the microphone together. Buck's face was glowing with happiness as he began to speak.

"Last speech, I promise," Buck said, grinning at the guests. "My husband and I," he paused, beaming at the word, "really want to thank you all for being here."

Tommy leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Even though we know you're really here just for the free booze."

Buck snorted, struggling to contain his laughter. He shot Tommy an adoring look before turning back to their guests, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "He's not wrong, you know."

The audience erupted in laughter, clearly enjoying the couple's playful banter.

Buck's expression softened as he continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just want to say that I'm so grateful for all the people who have supported us along the way, and I have never been happier." He squeezed Tommy's hand, his eyes shining with emotion.

Tommy cleared his throat, a hint of his usual dry humor in his voice. "Well, as the resident cynic, I should probably balance out all this sunshine," he started, gesturing towards Buck with a fond smile. "You know, I was always a romantic comedy fan who didn't actually believe in romance. Ironic, right?"

He paused, his expression growing more serious. "But the truth is, being with Evan has made me believe in all those cheesy things I used to roll my eyes at. I never thought I'd be standing here, married to someone who embodies pure joy. But here I am, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Tommy looked at Buck, his typically guarded expression softening. "You've made me a believer, Ev. Thank you for that."

Buck, still beaming, turned back to the guests. "Alright, everyone. We've kept you long enough with all this sappy stuff. It's time to eat, dance, and enjoy each other's company!"

Tommy leaned into the microphone, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Just a heads up, ladies - there's no bouquet toss tonight. But hey, that's what you get when you have two grooms."

He paused for effect, then added with a smirk, "Or should I say, one groom and one groomzilla." Tommy pointed playfully at Buck, eliciting laughter from the crowd.

Buck snorted, struggling to contain his own laughter as he playfully nudged Tommy's shoulder. "Hey!"

The room erupted in laughter and applause, with several guests shouting good-natured comments back at the couple. As they made their way back to their seats, hand in hand, the DJ started up the music, signaling the beginning of the celebration.

[bisexualfemalemess]

People have literally been spelling out for colin that penelope likes him since season 1 but that lovable idiot of a boy was too oblivious to realize it like

Season 1: Anthony compares penelope and colin to danphe and simon who were „courting“

Season 2: Marina tells colin to his face and loud and clear that he makes penelope happy in more than a friend way

And even before their kiss in season 3 Eloises first thought when being told that Penelope was looking for a husband was that she‘s looking for a husband in colin and yet it took the boy until the last episode of part 1 to ask penelope the question.

Colin Bridgerton the man that you are, you‘re an oblivious lovable idiot

slightly related because how did it take him a decade to realize she was into him/ he was into her but about 10 seconds for him to try and put a ring on it lmaoooo

[hestiviea]

nobody truly understands the Umbrella Academy's dysfunctionality

they're all horrible I don't know what you guys expect and I'm here to say fuck the fandom for not realising how absolutely fucking assholes they are with or without their humor

Luther is stunted. he is turned into a monster and loses all sense of purpose once everything starts to fall apart, he was alone on the moon for 4 years but he was always alone before that when everybody left. of course, he wouldn't understand that locking Viktor in a caged wouldn't call him down, when he was turned into a freaking ape hybrid, he yelled, he panicked, he was confused but after a few hours he stopped once he calmed down which he thought would apply to Viktor

Allison was always fucked up. those I heard a rumour in season 1 that proves it, not only does it imply that she just rumoured her way into celebrity life, but she also sexually assaulted her first husband. she tries to be better but she is basically an addict who always goes back to her rumours.

umbrella ben is a selfish asshole. gaslighting to keep his family together, cares for himself but also remembers his siblings, constantly does the sexual assault equivalent to Klaus by possessing his body just to talk to his crush, and also almost committed sex in Klaus's body

Viktor is flawed. the fandom either treats him as a baby or fucking ungrateful, but either way, many fans just missed the point

also, the reason why Klaus, Diego, and five aren't here is because the show outright shows them being dysfunctional that the audience already understands it in a relatable way and also because they're likable

diego is momma boy idiot

Klaus is the most lovable and funniest

five is the funniest and hottest character

all three of them are understood due to being the favourite and are not treated any differently in the fandom, everyone treats the three like kings, they're dysfunctional assholes, but still likeable

[web-novel-polls]

Priest (Author) Character Tournament

[“Anti-propaganda” is not allowed. Please only give reasons to vote FOR a character, and please be courteous in the notes.]

Yan Zhengming from Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect 

"I've grown into this age, but other than this face that my parents had birthed me with, there is nothing on my person that holds any sort of value. What right do I have to change the thousand-year tradition of our sect? In any case, even if the sect tradition makes no sense whatsoever, it's still something left behind by our master."  - Yan Zhengming, The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect, Chapter 38 

[No propaganda submitted]

The “Narcissist” from the description - “A cultivation story about how a declining sect is restored by a narcissist, troublemaker, meanie, idiot, and wimpy kid.”

THE prettiest princess; he’s literally referred to as Niangniang (a term for an imperial concubine) at least once

He is such a materialist who is even described as caring more about money than life, but "When he thought of Cheng Qian, he suddenly felt like there was nothing else that he desired in this life" (Ch.56). 

Wu Xi from Lord Seventh / Qi Ye 

Submission: 

My beloved snake boy!! He goes as a hostage to a foreign land at eleven years old in order to maintain uneasy peace between his country and the empire that colonized them (and on that note, his initial language struggle was so good), then he manages to help keep his love interest safe from thousands of kilometers away via peerless potions skills, then he goes and *wins his nation's freedom* via martial might and court negotiations, and then he heals his man and gets him home. Like bulletpoint by bulletpoint I think he might have actually managed to accomplish the most out of the cast by the end. (Qi Ye is a palace intrigue novel btw, so it's amazing that the one character who had zero patience with palace intrigue was the one who accomplished so much lmao.) And all this while being a 20-something borderline-yandere ML obsessed with his first love. What a man. What a legend. Not to mention his epic healer skills were the reason Zhou Zishu survives Faraway Wanderers. Wenzhou get their happy ending because of him! Also, he hand-raised the most lovable animal sidekick of all time (sable!!!!!) before said sable defected to his husband. Vote for Wu Xi to make sable happy.

[justanothercatastrophe]

having rewatched dances with wolves, i can conclude that john dunbar is a lovable idiot. examples:

him almost shooting his horse because he thought it was an intruder

him accidentally knocking himself out on the doorframe

him making coffee for the lakota (idk he's just giving silly vibes the entire scene)

him asking stands with a fist whether she's married when its pretty obvious that her husband died

him trying to ask the lakota if they were hunting bison by putting his jacket up his shirt and rolling on the ground

him.

[pirate-fanatic]

Trust in the Ineffable Duo

I'm fairly new to the GO fandom, and did not see any episodes or have any knowledge of GO until after S2 dropped. I am still absorbing the end of S2 (read: crying and analyzing profusely). It has truly taken over my mind - but that's not a complaint!

As I wade further into social media and learn more about the GO world, I see posts where there's discussions of "who was wrong" at the end of S2 - meaning either Crowley or Aziraphale. This confuses me. Why does either of them have to be "wrong"? They had limited options - I'm not sure how much of a choice was there for them (disclaimer: that's just my opinion - please don't come at me!)

The bottom line: I am here for them BOTH. I trust them BOTH. I have hope that we will see that their decisions at the end were the "right thing". I know that we will see them working together to save humanity once again - because they love this world.

Watching these two discover their relationship through the millennia and seeing them slowing build trust between each other has become my life. They truly are "a team, a group, a group of the two of us". They are each other's world.

Just a couple of lovable ineffable idiots/husbands who are on their own side. And I love them so much!!

[triptychgrip]

I love reading/writing Yuri!!! on Ice stories that center around Viktor's insecurities around his "worthiness" of being w/ Yuuri.

The fandom has (understandably) created tons of content around Yuuri's insecurities, but I find it really compelling to ideate around this "Living Legend" superstar athlete -- who, prior to finding love, built up pretty much his entire life around his career -- and his worry that the love of his life will one day tire of him, especially the closer that Yuuri approaches retirement and no longer needs Viktor to be his coach.

It's the subject of an ongoing post-canon, married Viktuuri story I've been working on, which currently has three chapters out (of five total, but that chapter count could very well increase, lol). You'll see it's part of my larger series, but IMO, you can still enjoy/understand it without reading the other works.

It's a Viktor POV fic, whose premise is that Yuuri (who has now achieved certification to teach group pole dancing classes) one day gets approached by a fellow instructor around teaching one-one-one classes. He mentions this idea to Viktor, but appears underconfident around it, so Viktor volunteers to become his "trial student" in order to help his husband get used to the idea around someone he already knows/is comfortable around.

While the overall story might appear light-hearted (especially b/c this arrangement gives these two ample opportunity to be all flirty and eros with one another), a big theme in the story is Viktor's insecurity around being a beginner/bad at something. It's a concept that he's still not used to, post-retirement: not immediately being an expert at things, and having to accept that he can be bad at something, and still entirely lovable, anyway.

The other element of the story that's been exciting to explore is the idea that Viktor is approaching this arrangement with a somewhat ulterior motive that taps directly into his own insecurities. While, yes, he is ultimately hoping that being Yuuri's student will boost his husband's confidence in his own teaching skills, he also believes that he needs to find more and more ways to "hold" Yuuri's interest, especially given his student's approaching retirement (after the 2022 Beijing Olympics). Once Yuuri retires and no longer needs Viktor as his coach, what could Viktor have to possibly offer him? Maybe if he learns how to pole-dance, his husband will still find him sexy and inspirational and interesting.

It's easy for an outside observer to be like "Viktor, you idiot...Yuuri has been obsessed with you since he was twelve, he's not going to suddenly think you're boring when you're no longer his coach", but that's the thing about insecurities: they're rarely rational, or based in logic. Mine certainly aren't. 

As accomplished and impressive as he is, Viktor still needs reminders that who he is, inherently, is absolutely enough, whether that means he is an expert pole dancer like Yuuri, or a complete novice. A lot of this also taps into my headcanons around Viktor's childhood trauma and strained relationship with his parents, which has given him significant abandonment issues.

Gah, thinking about it really gets me in my feels; I can't wait to finish this WIP up, and hope you all would consider checking it out, now or once it's completed. 

[celestialdragoncookie]

alstwo small brothers fighting and eldest is pissed off.

One particular day, it was the beginning of spring the start of new life cycle, as the birds chirping winds blowing making it a beautiful melody as the sun shines beautifully well too beautiful as in the background, in the territory of Archduke Demonos Cacao Cookie. A sence was been made in the market where twenty percent of the land is being feed and supplied with ingredients, weapons and survival accessories.

Many cookies, ambassadors and guests were looking at the three brothers with amused and interige expression. This scene caused a very large, very interested whom caused the fight. Many cookies fainted seeing their handsome expressions and face especially female cookies. The fight started because of Demonos Cacao Cookies continuous nagging and useless talks as a result the patience rope that hanging on the line snapped and Dark cacao cookie bare his fangs towards his younger brother.

As the two continue to fight like no tomorrow, as the argument ranges to several hours caused Dark dragon to put an end to it once and for all. His first attempt to stop their argument politely but backfired by being called " Shitty Old Fossil". Smile fainted to frown as his expression morphs to absolute pissed off, silently his eastern dragon tail wiggles inside his cape and took out a large club with red tinted spikes. Dark cacao cookie stopped arguing pales upon seeing the expression and the club. With a silent swing, a large bang could be heard as Demonos cacao was planted into the ground as smoke came out of the club. With a satisfaction hum, turned his back moves towards the exit but Demonos cacao being an idiot he is recovered very quickly and had you yell his stupid mouth " Oie! Stupid old fossil, where are you going heat loving dragon?".

Suddenly there was absolute silence, Dark cacao cookies jaw dropped to the ground and couldn't comprehend what the hell did he just said, the sheer audacity he had.

Dark dragon stopped his movements, crooked his neck a little and smiles sweetly but to the brothers it was a smile of a devil himself ready to drag Thier soul to hell. The club contract his palm before saying devilishly " Run! Fucker Run!".

Demonos cacao cookie was running for his life, as an angry dragon was preying on him. Throughout the market his silent screams echoes as dark cacao cookie shivers knowing the wrath he had to face after this chase. Meanwhile, as the brothers shenanigans are happening two unknown heavenly captivating female cookies disguised themselves to stalk...... Emmmmm I mean follow Thier beloved husbands. Those were the two sisters, the eldest wearing yellow golden kimono with a black mask and hoodie is Celestial dragon cookie aka known as Celestia Dragoroyal the sun dragon Empress as the second one is black purple kimono with purple mask and hoodie is Blizzard Queen cookie aka Blizzard dragoroyal. Celestia is the wife of Dark cacao cookie and Demonos Cacao cookie while Blizzard is wife of Dark dragon cacao cookie. Celestia narrowed her eyes at Thier childish behaviour as Blizzard hid behind her in fear while the female cookies squealed in fangirl mode while some fainted from nosebleeds.

" Tsk tsk, morons why the hell did they had to argue over a simple thing a mango are you kidding me, why Fate had match-make me to idiot husbands".

" But sister you always said in your sleep my lovable idiot husbands".

"(blushing) Just don't to that part, I wish they didn't do have to that but still mumbles my lovable cute idiots".

" What was that dear sister of mine".

" Nothing nothing at all".

As the two sisters continue to chat ignoring Demonos Cacao cookies wrathful fate.

[kellterntempest]

Divorced boom egg maybe trying too hard now that Stone is back because he can't lose his husband again so he needs everything to be perfect and be a better villain meanwhile Stone is worried his lovable evil idiot changed so much after the divorce that he's not the man he loved anymore

AAAAAA 💯 this is tasty angsty I like this idea

[bohemian-nights]

What are your predictions for HOTD season 2?

Erm disappointment 🙃 🤣🤣🤣

Okay um, I’m hoping that after Blood & Cheese plays out(which should happen by episode 2) we see more of the Alicent from episodes 6 and 7 I’ll do whatever to protect my children and myself Alicent rather than I don’t know what the hell is going on Alicent from episode 8 and 9. I need to see politically competent Alicent.

House Hightower will be great(I just really want to see the inside of Hightower. That’s all I ask for).

The Lannisters get to show off again that they are rich b*tches💰(Jason will show how much of a lovable idiotic flop he is).

Daeron will be the new it boy(still won’t overtake Aemond or Daemon, but he’ll give them a run for their money).

Dumbnyra will be away from each other for most of the season from what I’ve heard(and as their #1 hater outside of Ryan Condal that is music to my ears🎼).

Daemon will be trying to prove himself because finding out his brother dearest didn’t trust him/never saw him as his heir is a crushing blow for him, but he’ll be better than ever once he meets his Netty 😏 He’ll acknowledge that Rhaena exists and they’ll have a heart to heart 🙏🏽(Ryan have him talk to his only daughters 🙃).

Rhaena will get a dragon egg and realize that she was a cool girl all along😎

(Or she’ll pull a Mulan, dye her hair, and become a nurse for the Green camp. At the end of season 2, she meets Gwayne/Garmund/Daeron in disguise who is injured the two fall in love. She nurses him back to health as the world around them falls apart. Eventually, they marry in secret, comfort each other as their family members die by one, and survive the war together. They are each other's glue, they have lots of babies, and recently hatched Morning approves🐉. This isn’t fanfiction guys. Ryan Condal leaked this to me himself😎).

Aegon will become a sad hoe(literally).

Helaena will just speak in prophecies(I mean she already does this, but she'll really amp up predicting stuff, including everyone's death).

Criston finds out about the situation(🤢) and beats and/or threatens Larys creepy a** for Alicent(that nasty foot hoe deserves it 🤷🏽‍♀️).

Aemond feels the burden of his responsibilities when Aegon is injured and he becomes regent(setting the stage for him finding comfort in Alys for season 3).

Rhaenyra will be a more active participant since they want to make her into a #girl-boss feminist(Seeing Nettles claiming Sheepstealer will shake her up a bit).

Mysaria will say her involvement with Blood & Cheese was revenge for the children in the fighting pits(still doesn’t make sense but they made her into a “child activist”).

Baela will want to go with Rhaenys to Rooks Rest, but she’s held back because of the danger. She breaks down when Granny dies 😔

Corlys will continue to be an idiot until wifey dies then he finally gets it.

Addam and Alyn are Ser Vaemond’s sons 🤞🏽(Let him get the last laugh).

Lots of Dragonseed deaths during episodes 5-6(I’ll probably laugh at half of them especially when Alyn is almost ended by my baby’s baby).

From the looks of things, Addam Velaryon claiming Seasmoke will be a pretty big deal. There’s a leak that Laenor is dead and Rhaenyra finds this out by Addam claiming Seasmoke.

A little flirtation between Alyn and Baela (Again Ryan Condal personally told me Alyn will be good, kind, and loving to Baela. He’ll sweep her off her feet. Jace who? Jace what? He’s like the perfect future husband guys trust me. He's not a hoe. That's just Green propaganda 🥲).

Sara Snow will be there. Come on it’s too messy to scrape and Jace is less interesting than watching paint dry. He needs this and Baela needs an real man🤐

Something something pack of ice and fire convo between Cregan and Jace something.

I know some people have reservations about Gayle now, but I wholeheartedly believe that people are going to fall in love with her portrayal of Alys(and Alysmond will rightfully overtake Pukemond as Aemond’s #1 ship). Hopefully, Alys roasts Daemon like how she did in that leaked audition tape 🤐

Judging by how much they are keeping Nettles under wraps, her claiming Sheepstealer will be absolutely epic. This is my most anticipated moment for season two. I want all the stops pulled out. I want Nettles to make the connection that dragons will accept food for rides on her own or hear something in passing on how the first Valyrians claimed/tamed their dragons and then figure it out from there.

(Daemon will be upset to hear about Nettles at first/view her as a threat because she shouldn’t exist in his Valyrian supremacist mind, but then he sees her and is like 😍).

There was a “leak” that allegedly stated Netty and Daemon meet sometime during the latter half of the season. They take a liking to each other and at some point, they go off together but come back to help in the Battle of the Gullet(BOTG). I’m not too crazy about this leak since I want Netty to be very wary of him at first instead of just jumping to be with him. He needs to really work for her affection.

The season will probably end on news that the Triarchy is attacking the Gullet(ending the season with them preparing for the BOTG). However, one of the “leaks” did say that allegedly the Blacks will take Kings Landing before the BOTG so they may plan their attack from there(hence Daemon and Nettles coming back to help them).

Not really a prediction, but I hope we see Johanna Lannister(seriously if HBO cuts her I’m considering it a crime). She’s like my favorite minor character during the Dance(and what happens to the Westerland women shows once again how Queenie doesn’t care about women except for herself). Now she’s what I’d call a bada** woman 🙌🏽

Anyway, I hope these fairytales are sufficient ☺️

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

⚡ Doomworld

Doomworld: You have a complicated relationship with one Eobard Thawne. Enough said. 

Warnings: Language, Pregnancy Stuff/Medical Issues.

To Note: Eobard Thawne x Legends!NAMEDReader

Prompt: I would destroy myself to fix you.

Word Count: ~2.9k

There it was again. That annoying pressure in the pit of your belly that literally sang to you every hour on the hour. Who knew what time it was, nature demanded its call. Heaving out a heavy sigh, you pulled the covers off your body and stiffly moved your legs from the bed. The moment your bare feet touched the floor your nose wrinkled. Cold. Cold. Cold.

Placing a hand on your thirty-one-week baby bump, you carefully got to your feet and started waddling towards the bathroom. It didn’t take long to relieve your bladder, and while you were washing your hands you stared at yourself in the mirror.

Your hair was a complete mess though it had never looked more full and thick, and your eyes showed exactly how tired you were of this pregnancy. Everyone had been telling you how glowing and happy you looked, but no one ever saw the unglamorous side effects of being pregnant. Bloating. Nausea. Weird smells. Cravings. The constant peeing. The horniness.

How could you possibly feel horny when you were so bloated you looked like you had swallowed a watermelon?

You rubbed your damp fingers into your eyes before turning the water off and grabbing the hand towel to dry your hands. Turning the bathroom light off, you waddled back towards the bed and awkwardly climbed in, slipping your legs underneath the sheets and pulling the covers back up with a sigh.

“Eve?” You rolled your head to the left to see your husband groggily looking at you, his eyes just barely open. Reaching over you brushed your fingers through his own bed head.

“Duty called, babe,” You sighed out as your fingers ran through his blond hair. “I swear the bigger the kid gets, the more I have to pee.”

At the mention of your baby, his eyes seemed to brighten up and the sleepiness on his face disappeared. Eobard rolled over so he was fully facing you and soon his hand was on your stomach. The look on his face was odd, like it was the first time he was seeing you pregnant, or learning that he was going to be a father. Pure reverence and happiness.

“I swear if she gets your speed, you are doing all of the diapers.” You grumbled out with a soft sigh. Eobard hummed in agreement before nuzzling his head into the side of your neck and planting a few kisses on your neck. “Cause I won’t be able to keep up.”

“I’ll do all of the diapers no matter what,” He mumbled into the side of your neck. You let out more sighs at the soft kisses and nuzzled your cheek against his head.

“You sure you want to make that promise?” You asked him as you closed your eyes and got settled once more. “Cause that’s a lot of diapers.”

“For you I’ll do anything,” Eobard sighed out while you continued to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You are such a lovable idiot sometimes.” You murmured before closing your eyes and trying to get back to sleep.

Dressed in a nice maternity dress that still held an air of professionalism, you walked down the hall of Star labs with several folders in your hands along with a lunchbox. Despite being this pregnant, you had been very adamant about keeping up some sort of work schedule. Walking towards the doors leading to the office wing, you saw Ray, the janitor for the labs.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Thawne,” Ray said, nodding his head at you in greeting. “Still working hard I see?”

“Just because I’m pregnant does not mean I can no longer work,” you chimed as you reached the doors. “I put my foot down on this, have a good day, Ray.”

“You too,” Ray responded with a smile. You pushed the door open and stepped into the office wing. Letting the door softly swing shut behind you, you tried your best not to full on penguin waddle down the hall in your heels.

Eobard hated it that you still wore your heels while pregnant, but you had given him a petulant glare and clearly stated that just because you were pregnant, did not mean you had to change your wardrobe type. You liked the power heels gave you, you liked the way you looked in them: end of story.

“…and I need you to watch Mr. Merlyn for me.” That was Eobard’s voice, emerging from the hallway into the cortex, your eyebrow went up at seeing Mick and Leonard.

“We’re not your—“ Mick cut his words off as three sets of eyes landed on you.

“Oh don’t mind me,” you spoke up, glancing between the three men. You hefted up the folders and the lunchbox. “I’m only here for a delivery.”

“Mrs. Thawne, a pleasure as always,” Leonard drawled out as Mick stared at you. You gave Leonard a charming smile before setting your eyes on your husband whose eyes had narrowed.

“Don’t even think about it, Eobard,” you warned him, sauntering over to him with a sway of your curvy hips. “I don’t need the lecture.”

“Eve…” You dropped the stack of folders on the cortex desk and hefted up the lunchbox.

“I brought dinner, since I know you haven’t eaten yet and still, despite my interventions… work too much,” you said, holding his gaze with an intensive stare. You could see Eobard break a little at your stare before ultimately sighing and holding out his hand. Giving him a pleased smile, you let him take the lunchbox from you before finding yourself tugged into his body with his arms wrapping securely around you.

“You know I don’t like it when you wear your heels pregnant,” Eobard told you softly, looking down into your face with a look that said ‘I’m not mad, just frustrated with my hot wife whom I currently want to fuck’. He was so easy to read sometimes… You picked at his tie, straightening it and just around loving the way he looked in his suit.

“I’m a grown ass woman, who might be pregnant, but can still take care of herself,” you chided him. Eobard sighed and stretching up, you caught him in a kiss he was happy to oblige.

“Mr. Thawne, I need to speak with you!” A voice shouting from the hallway you had just come through, brought everyone to alert as your heads twisted to see a man with long hair tumble against the cortex wall and fall to the floor, two security officers chasing him. They dragged him to his feet as Eobard shifted where you stood, placing his body between yours and the newcomer. “I just need five minutes of your time. Please. Reality's at stake. The world isn't right.”

“Okay, let him go. Let him go. Let's just... let's see what he has to say. It's okay,” Eobard called, keeping you securely at his side. The security guards sulked back the way they came.

“He intentionally hit me in the ribs,” the guy groaned, placing his hand on his side and breathing heavily. “First of all, awesome office. I guess it pays to be the smartest man in the world, which is why I've come to you for help.”

“You were saying that the world isn't right?” You prompted him.

“Yeah, this world we're in now is wrong. Reality has, uh, has changed somehow,” the guy insisted. Looks went between Leonard, Mick, and Eobard, and you cocked your head.

“Changed?” you repeated, trying to take a step forwards. Eobard didn’t even let you move a pace. Then he was responding.

“How do you know all this?”

“Um, well, there's signs everywhere if you know where to look. There's subtle inconsistencies in the fabric... of reality. Um, I call 'em scars. You know, like, after you've been operated on. Well, um, reality has been operated on.”

“Truly fascinating,” Eobard remarked.

“I’m giddy with excitement,” Mick grumbled, his deep voice and face revealing no emotion. You rolled your eyes. “What's that got to do with him? As you can see…” Mick gestured to you. “He’s kind of busy.”

“Well, um, Mr. Thawne could help me fix it. Look, right, you're a genius. You figured out cold fusion. You saved the polar bears…”

“My wife was quite adamant about that,” Eobard chipped in, tightening his grasp around your waist.

“…you fixed global warming. I mean, you made desalination sustainable. I mean, you solve problems like this, like, every day. If anyone... anyone can figure out why these scars exist and how to put the world back to the way it was... it's you, dude.”

That… was a lot to take in, and you found yourself looking up at Eobard with questions in your eyes. Eobard nodded his head several times before looking down at you.

“Why don’t you head to my office with dinner, I’ll be there after I talk further with mister…” Eobard glanced back at the man.

“Heywood.”

“Mr. Heywood,” Eobard repeated, his blue eyes flickering back to yours. “It won’t take long, I’m sure this conversation can be continued tomorrow, further in depth.”

You stared up into Eobard’s face with an expectant look on your face and he sighed before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Promise,” He said as he brushed his fingers along your cheek.

“You better, Mr. Thawne,” you threatened before withdrawing from him and snagging the lunchbox. With one last glance at the four men, who all watched you walk away, you fully turned around and strode for Eobard’s office.

Laying on one of the chairs in the medbay, your hand trembled from where it rested on your belly. Martin and Ray were keeping you company while Sara and the others went and hunted down a certain speedster responsible for your… condition.

“Eve, you are hyperventilating again,” Martin said, taking a seat next to you and picking up the hand that had been hanging listlessly next to you. “Slow deep breaths.”

Your eyes flickered to his as you tried to do as he asked and get your breathing back under control. Another pain hit you in your stomach and a groan left your lips as you tightened your fingers around Martin’s.

“How— is this— possible?” You panted out, leaning back in your seat and gulping in air. “I thought everything— was set back to— the way it was?”

“Gideon is looking into it right now,” Martin reassured you, smiling and patting your hand. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I’m only thirty one weeks!” You rushed out, biting down on your lip to stifle another groan of pain. “Spear business aside, this shouldn’t be happening!”

“That’s early right?” Ray questioned, moving to the other side of your chair while looking at the wall behind you. “Readouts say the fetus is in distress and you both are loosing oxygen. I’m going to get the oxygen and start that as a precaution.”

“Does it give any other instructions on what to do?” Ray moved one of the monitors overhead so Martin could see. The doctor scanned the readouts.

“I’m going to start an IV, Eve, that will help settle things down but we are going to need to figure out how to get the system rigged for a pregnant woman,” Martin said as he brought over an oxygen mask and carefully fitted it over your nose and mouth. Next with the aid of Gideon, he was inserting an IV into your veins and running fluids. “Gideon is there anything you can do to help?”

“At this time I have medication that should relax both mother and fetus, shall I start a drip?” Gideon responded, her holographic head appearing in the corner of the room. Martin glanced at you and you gave him a small nod.

“Do it, thank you Gideon.” It wasn’t instantaneous, but ever so slowly a sleepy feeling and an air of calm started seeping into your veins. Your fingers relaxed from their tight grip on Martin’s hand and your head rolled to the side. With fresh oxygen flowing into the mask and whatever medication Gideon was giving you, you finally calmed down to a half asleep state.

Your mind floated in the clouds as the anxiety seeped from your veins. Martin spread a blanket across your body, tucking you in and protecting your body from the chilly spaceship. Closing your eyes, you were vaguely aware of your surroundings but everything seemed muddled. Every once in a while you would feel that little stab of pain, but it didn’t feel as terrifying as it had previously.

Fingers brushing clumps of sweaty hair out of your face roused you from the semi dream-like state. Letting out a soft exhale, you dragged your tired eyelids open to see a pair of familiar steel eyes looking down at you in worry. Another spike of pain hit you and you squeezed your eyes shut again, your moan muffled by the oxygen mask. The hand you had on your stomach clenched as your entire body tensed up again.

“Eve, you need to stay relaxed,” Eobard gently said as he grabbed your hand with his other and gave it a squeeze. Forcing your fear-filled eyes open, you stared into his eyes. “That’s it, you just keep looking at me.”

“Gideon what’s the prognosis?” You heard Sara ask.

“Both Eve and the fetus have elevated heart rates beyond safe ranges. I am unsure if the fetal heart rate is an issue due to paternal DNA, but I would suggest getting Eve’s heart rate under control. I can best speculate that Eve is suffering from placental abruption.”

“That’s not good, right?” Ray asked, looking at Sara.

“Just because I am a female does not mean I know anything about babies or pregnancies!” Sara hissed at him as you whimpered. As screwed up as this situation was, you remembered talking with the doctors about possible complications, this hadn’t been one of them. You were screwed.

“I don’t want to lose her,” Your slurred words were partly muffled by the oxygen mask.

“You won’t, we aren’t going to lose either of you, I would destroy myself to fix you.” Eobard reassured you before snapping at the arguing group. “We can talk about how this happened later, you have all this technology, fix her!”

Now in a calmer state and pain-free, your mind was more relaxed as you slowly came out of whatever medication Gideon had pumped into you. Drowsily opening your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of a low-lit medbay and a very tired-looking Eobard Thawne slouched in a seat next to you.

After everything that had happened between you and with the spear, you were still surprised that you were a part of his perfect world. Even after your fighting, raging relationship full of sexual tension that neither of you had an issue releasing tension through a round of rough sex, he still wished for a life with you.

When you took the anger and tension out of the relationship, you were literally on cloud nine with each other. It had been paradise, even if it had been only for a little while, and you wanted that back. You were so tired of being angry and hateful.

Moving your hand, you stretched out your fingers and lightly traced lines along Eobard’s that was hanging close to the edge of the medbay chair. You liked how his hands fit in yours, and how they felt when they ran across your skin or rested on your belly. It always felt like home.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized that steel eyes had opened until fingers were gently closing around yours in a gentle grip. Eyes shifting upwards, your eyes met.

“Hi,” Your raw throat rasped out, your mind not really knowing what to say to the man you had been married to in his perfect world. Eobard straightened up in his seat and leaned forwards, brushing your hair out of your face.

“How are you feeling?” Eobard asked, his eyes briefly going to the screens above you before returning to yours.

“Tired, but better,” You answered, your eyelids fluttering. “What happened? I’m not going to lose her am I? I—“

“Shh,” He shushed, cutting you off. “You aren’t losing our daughter, Gideon and Stein managed to stabilize you, with continued proper care you both will be fine. Gideon diagnosed you with placental abruption. We manage that, you both stay safe and you can carry to term.”

“Anyone have any idea why I’m still pregnant?”

“I’m still wondering how you ended up pregnant in the first place,” Eobard answered truthfully, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “I just wanted a happy life with you.”

“Reasonable since we are either at each other's throats or are trying to tear our clothes off.” That made him chuckle. “Do you think we are even capable of making it work without extra help?”

“I’m not going to let you go again. I wasn’t lying to you when I said I would destroy myself to fix you. You are all that matters in my life, you and our daughter.” You had gotten pretty good at telling when Eobard was lying or not, and in this instant, you knew he was being one hundred percent serious.

Date Published: 6/28/22

Last Edit: 6/28/22

Eobard Thawne Masterlist

The Flash Masterlist

[secretmellowblog]

The ending of Dracula SUCKS because it’s both laughably anticlimactic and the peak of the novel’s racism. The biggest plot twist of Dracula is that Dracula is not a good book.

In the climax, because Dracula is asleep(tm) in his coffin, Stoker decides he has to throw in some mini bosses for the gang to fight instead— Dracula’s carriage drivers, a bunch of Romani people.

It’s one of the many areas where Stoker makes the racist subtext explicit text?

We get a “climax” where the heavily armed white heroes violently attack this caravan of sorta-armed Romani people and it’s framed as noble and heroic. (we’re supposed to Assume the driver are inherently guilty/okay to attack because they’re Romani, and other Romani people were helping Dracula in the castle chapters, and we all know Those People can’t be trusted!! etc etc) It's nearly “B*rth of a Nation” level racism.

Also not to roast Quincey— but I do love how this squad of white people armed with GUNS could barely defeat this ragtag little group of barely-armed carriage drivers, and even lost one of their members trying to do it. Stoker’s trying to frame them as noble underdogs but they come across as overpowered hyper-violent incompetent idiots who couldn’t manage a clean attack even when everything was on their side. XD

The entire novel is essentially a fantasy version of “B*rth of a Nation”-style tropes? It’s “the evil foreign race preying on our innocent white woman.” This is made extremely explicit in the scene when Mina compares her predicament to the predicaments of women in war zones who are killed by their husbands in order to prevent the foreign enemy from having sex with them. In the narrative, murdering your wife like this is framed as Good. Mina believes she should be killed like this before a Foreign Man Takes her in order to preserve her purity, and the narrative agrees with her. She is a “good English woman” because she believes she’s better dead than corrupted by a foreigner, and if she is corrupted by the foreigner her soul will be damned forever.

After all, the foreigners are evil! Either your wife is a Mina, a Good Wife who is assaulted by the poor evil foreigner, and whose purity can only be regained if you violently take revenge. … or your wife is a Lucie, a Misled Child who says she’s happy now but it’s because Her Mind isn’t Her Own Anymore and shes going to hell and she’s so poisoned by the foreigner that she needs to be put down like a rabid dog to protect the white English race.

I’ve seen people make comments about how bad it is that adaptations tend to make Dracula somewhat genuinely seductive/lovable to Mina compared to the book, which baffles me? It frustrates me that a lot of analysis is treating Dracula like a real person, rather than a character who was written in a specific way for a specific reason.

Yes it is bad that Dracula-the-person sexually assaults the other characters. But the reason Dracula-the-Character is written that way is because Stoker is writing him as a metaphor for Evil Foreign Races Preying on Our White Women. The reason book- Dracula is written so unsympathetically isn’t because Stoker is making a progressive point about sexual assault, but because he’s using Dracula as a deeply regressive symbol of the evil Foreigners having sex with white women who must be exterminated to preserve the purity of white English children.

Honestly I feel like the reason most adaptations make the Count genuinely alluring/seductive/sympathetic is because there’s really…not much to his character in the original novel, outside of being the archetypal Evil Foreigner who is Evil because Foreign, which is both offensive and also really shallow/uninteresting. Later adaptations are more interested with portraying Dracula as more tragic or sympathetic or at least more genuinely seductive because...well at least that's SOMETHING to add to this nothing character.

There’s a lot of potential in some of the concepts and aesthetics and plot points of Dracula, but most of the “deeper thematic elements” of the book are bigoted, shallow, or both.

It makes sense that adaptations have decided to attempt to give the characters depth, nuance, and interest that they didn’t have in the original novel? Or to take the aesthetics but flat-out reject all of Stoker's takes and argue with him about every single thematic element? and I am completely on board with vampire reimaginings that continuing to spit on Bram Stoker’s legacy. I hope people continue to make him roll in his grave. XD.

And again, I'm kinda surprised there were so many people during the Dracula Daily readalong acting as if the book portraying Dracula as purely evil is somehow more progressive than later adaptations portraying him as tragically sympathetic or seductive, when "questioning why the author chose to write Dracula as the monster" is kinda like "baby's first Dracula criticism." I mean that, in even in Hotel Transylvania (the recent kid's cartoon) part of the central plot is that Dracula's family is hunted down because bigoted people assume vampires are monstrous predators incapable of love. And it's not because Hotel Transylvania is a deep challenging movie, but because "let's question Why we've decided to invent this entire class of foreign predatory monsters it's okay to kill without remorse" is such a normal milquetoast uncontroversial mainstream critique of Dracula that you'll even find it in Adam Sandler children's movies. XD.

[workingforthewidow]

You spoke to me so sweetly

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Sun to Me Masterlist!

Welcome to part 6 of Sun to Me! This is a short filler chapter wrapping up where left off on the boys birthday! But oh boy is part 7 gonna be fun, especially for our sweet baby Lester *wink wink nudge nudge*

This story is NSFW and not for minors- if you are under 18 go ask your legal guardian if you can watch the movie.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are freshly 34) Don’t like it don’t read it!

Tag list: message me if you wanna be tagged- @hollabackgrl

The truck stopped in front of the house. And the four got out.

“Let me go alone.” Caroline started towards the house.

Lester grabbed her hand and stopped her, “No sugarplum let me and Vinny go first. Make sure he’s calm.” Caroline gently pulled her hand away shaking her head.

“No. I need to do this. Stay here and if he’s still being an ass we can leave.”

“She’s going to do whatever she wants no matter what you say.” Katie comments from behind them. “Just let her go.” She looked to Caroline who mouthed ‘Thank you’.

Caroline walked up the stairs and slowly opened the door. The house was dark. Only the light from the tv glowed in the room and she could see Bo asleep on the couch.

She carefully tiptoed over and knelt by him putting her hand on his chest whispering, “Bo, love, I’m home.”

He stirred up didn’t fully wake up. He started muttering his sleep but that eventually became full sentences, “Mama… Mama I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make her leave. I didn’t want to mess up. You were right Mama. I ain’t lovable. I’m a monster that no one can love. Just take me now Mama. Take me away. I can’t hurt her if I’m dead.” Caroline could see tears on his face.

She kissed his cheeks the salty tears hitting her lips. Her own tears hitting her face.

“Bo, don’t say that. I can’t live without you. Wake up please love. I’m home. Let’s talk about this.” Bo’s eyes popped open at her voice.

“Baby, why, why did you come back?” His voice was shaking.

“Because I can’t stay away from you. Am I mad at you? 100%. You better have lots of plans to make this up to me. But I love you Bo. I may be an idiot for it but I do. I had to come back to you.” By this point Bo had sat up and took her hands.

“Come here Baby.” He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist burrowing his face in her chest. She could feel the hot tears starting up again. “I’m so sorry. I was angry. After I left for work it seemed like everything was shit and I took it out on you. I promise baby I will do better. I will be better for you. Please forgive me. I’ll do whatever it takes for you to bless me with your forgiveness. I love you Caroline.”

Caroline took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. “It’s gonna take more than words Bo. I have to see change. But I believe in you. I know you can be the best man for me and our babies someday.”

He looked to her when she said that, it was the first time she had brought up having kids with him. He nodded and kissed her again.

“I promise Baby. I will be better for you. For our family.”

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The next two months seemed to fly by without notice. The only excitement was Bo earning the trust of his family back. It wasn’t easy but finally they got back to what was normal for them. The girls fell into the routine of being Sinclairs and keeping the boys happy. Wake up at 4:45, make the boys breakfast by 5:30, clean inside the house on Mondays and Thursdays, Laundry on Tuesdays, clean outside the house to get ready to garden in the spring on Wednesdays, Friday’s were spent with their respective husband at their work, lunch at 12:30, back to their daily activity until 4 then get ready for the twins to come home at 5, dinner ready by 6, one show at 7, then the girls in bed by 8 to start over the next day. Friday was also the day Bo took Caroline to see Mama. She mentioned it to Katie once who asked Vincent but he said he connected to their mama through his art. Saturdays were mostly spent in bed, cereal for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and something easy for dinner, sometimes Bo would grill for them. And Sundays it turns out the movie channel, that Bo with Vincent’s help, had gotten to stay in tune, played a different horror movie. So it became tradition to eat dinner early at 5 so they could get prepared for bed before the movie. Once it was over straight to bed.

Lester seemed to come around more and Caroline was 97.3% sure she had talked Bo into letting her getting a puppy the next time Lester saw one near the roadkill pit. Katie had convinced Vincent they needed a cat to get the mice in the museum. So Lester was on the lookout for a puppy and kitten for his new sisters. The girls fell in love with Lester and vice versa. It was like the brother they never had.

Everything seemed to be falling into place for the Sinclair family. But things are never as they seem in Ambrose.

They hadn’t seen a tourist since the girls showed up. The boys were both thankful and upset about that. It meant they could keep the girls in the dark about their activities but also slowed the process of the town. Caroline asked once at dinner why they hadn’t opened the town yet, at least reopen the museum to get some money to pay for the upkeep in the rest of town. Bo was able to smooth talk over it, something about taxes and the state permits.

It was getting colder, not yet freezing, but enough that the girls needed more clothes than the dresses and shorts they had brought when their original plan was sunny California. They tried to talk the boys into letting them go to town with Lester but the boys worried since they didn’t know the truth about the town they might let something slip on accident.

So one night while the girls slept the boys went into all the old houses and tried to find as many clothes as they could in the girls’ sizes or maybe a little bigger. They cleaned them all and Vincent mended any holes that were found. Under the guise that Lester was able to get them clothes at a second hand shop to save money the boys showed the girls the piles of clothes they had gathered.

Katie’s eyes lit up and she started pulling pieces and muttering things to herself.

“Uh Vinny I think we broke her.” Bo glanced over to Vincent as Katie continued her process.

Caroline laughed and shook her head, “Not broken! She was a seamstress remember. She’s pulling out things she can use to make new clothes. No offense to Les but these are kinda out of style right now. Katie can fix them up for us.”

Katie looked to Vincent, “We have needles and thread, yeah? I can work on these down in the studio with you?” Vincent hadn’t seen her smile like this. The way her eyes were sparkling, like they were made of emeralds.

He nodded making her smile even more, “Will you help me carry them down please?” It had taken the boys two trips to get all the clothes inside but with the girls it only took one trip down to the studio.

Caroline and Katie discussed what they wanted and needed before Bo was finally able to pull Caroline back up to the shop.

Katie spent all day working on sorting the clothes and designing patterns. She realized this was going to be a lot of work to do by hand and made the comment that she wished she had her sewing machine. Shortly after Vincent disappeared and returned taking her hand.

“Where are we going?” She asked him as they walked down the hall and up into the museum. They stopped at a door with a sign that read “Employees Only”. Vincent opened the door and Katie gasped.

It must have been his mothers office/studio when she ran the museum. A majority of the room was for wax sculpting but off in the corner was a sewing station, she assumed where Trudy had made the clothes for her figures.

Vincent handed her his notebook and she read what he wrote,

~You can make this space yours if you want. I can move all the wax works to my studio and move the paints and things we do together here.~

“I… I… this is too much. I can’t take over this. This was your mothers.” She shook her head but he took her hand making her look to him. He took his notepad back and quickly wrote,

~She would want it to be used. And once we open the museum again we will need to use the space anyway. Please angel, make it yours.~

“Okay, thank you. This means a lot to me.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him. “I can have Caroline help me move things in here. It’ll be fun, she can model for me again.” It felt right, getting back to sewing. Things really were falling into place for the Sinclairs.