#and the way that hurts meredith is real!!

[francesderwent]

I figured it out. actually only the first two seasons of Greys are good.

[shelbgrey]

can you do a mark sloan x reader sfw/nsfw hcs , and can she be richard webbers god daughter

please & thank you!<3 you write such amazing works

Mark Dating Richard's god Daughter headcanons

Paring: Mark Sloan x Webber!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Mark Sloan dating Richard Webber's God Daughter. -SMUT warning

MasterList ML2

You are Richard and Aele's god Daughter. They adopted you after your parents died in a car crash.

Richard has always been a father to you, but you call him uncle Richard.

You wanted to be a doctor like Richard for as long as you could remember. You worked hard in medical school and soon enough you were in the same intern class as Miranda Bailey.

Bailey is your best friend and has threatened Mark’s life if he hurts you.

Derek thinks it’s funny that Mark started dating you after Webber tried to say it was nothing personal when he hired Mark.

Richard notices how Mark looks at you almost immediately and he absolutely hates it. He thinks Mark is just looking for a one night stand, but that’s not true.

“I want you to stay away from him. There’s a reason the nurses formed a anti-Mark club”

But what your uncle said went in one ear and out the other. Honestly Richard couldn’t blame you. He knew what it was like to be in love with someone you couldn’t have.

Speaking of Love, you didn’t find out about Richard and Ellis till your intern year when Ellis showed up at the hospital with Alzheimer. You and Meredith became close friends through this situation.

You couldn’t really stay mad at Richard since it was a long time ago, but it still hurts that he could do something like that to Adele.

“It's kinda funny in a dark way, the two most important men in your life are both man whores” Bailey said, she was your person and she could say stuff like that to you without getting mad.

You know Richard and Bailey are close, but whenever they have a petty argument you're taking Bailey’s side. Yes, she's smug about that.

Adele gets mad whenever either one of you tatel on Richard. You may get annoyed, but she’ll drive down to the hospital whenever you need something.

You think it's hilarious when Adele yells at Richard like he's a child. She’ll definitely do it to Mark too if she has too. “Out of all the petty, ridiculous, infantile.. Are you running a hospital here or a playground?”

“Adele..” Richard started. “Playground or Hospital, Richard?!” Adele yelled and Mark snickered as Richard mumbled, “Hospital”

“Apologize to our goddaughter right now” Adele scolded, Making Mark hide his laughter in your shoulder. “Sorry” Richard mumbled.

“Not to complain or anything Aunt Adele, but that’s not a real apology” you said with a smirk.

“That is not an apology! You give an apology you mean, because if i have to drag myself down here though rush hour traffic again, to police this damn Jungle Gym..”

“You made your point Adele” Richard sighed. Adele huffed and turned to you. “Love ya aunt Adele”

“Love you too, Dear”

Mark and you both gave Derek crap when Richard and Derek were living together. “Derek is dating your uncle Richard”

“I am no!”

Richard does his best to be nice to Mark, but he wants to protect you from him. Especially when he found out he slept with Addison.

He definitely used his ‘Chiefʼ voice when he threatened him about dating you. “If you hurt her. IF you cheat on her, even the morgue won't be able to identify you. Are we clear!?”

“Yes!.. Yes sir”

Adele loved him when she was still alive. “RIchard you be nice to him he’s part of the family now”

Mark comforted you when Adele started getting Alzheimer. Adele was the closest thing you had to a mother, so it hit you hard when she died.

Mark had gotten close to her as well. Mrs. Shepherd was like a mother to him. Yes, when he started dating you Adele was constantly in his life. She gave him relationship advice and was like the aunt he never got.

Then Catherine showed up. She really didn’t like you or Mark that much. She had a problem with Mark because she thought Jackson was wasting his time in plastics then she just thought Richard ‘babyed’ you too much.

“You mom is banging my Uncle” you said bluntly to Jackson.

“The Chief banged my mom too” Meredith said, thinking it’ll make Jackson feel better.

Richard walking you down the isle on your and Mark's wedding.

NSFW Headcanons:

These are from the original mark HCs I posted a couple of days ago... Sorry. If you want all of them go to the original HC post.

He’s an expert at foreplay. He’ll spend as much time as he can trying to get you hot and bothered or worked up.

He's definitely the dominant person in bed and your not complaining, he'll get rough and pound hard enough were the bed starts rocking.

Mark loves bitting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.

The sex maybe rough, but Mark isn't not big on insults. He refuses to degrade you and will only use sweet words.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

There's also a tone of jealous sex. If he sees Alex shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Jackson touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

[zalrb]

If stelena were a couple during the stefan human storyline - when he wanted to leave so he could atone, so Carolines life could be better - how do you think Elena would have reacted?

Caroline was pissed and you said it felt like she didn't understand the man she was in love with.

Right because of the tone

When Stefan is human and decides that he wants to leave so he can atone, so her life can be better, Caroline is pissed, she’s all but I’ve stood by you through everything, this is bullshit

and again, her being indignant is valid and obviously she knows why he’s doing it, but the tone and Candice’s read on the whole thing and the “how dare you do this to me” quality of the conversation also feels like Caroline not understanding just who she’s engaged to.

Elena calls Stefan out in 1x10 where she’s like, don’t act as if you’re doing for this for me when I’m not the one who wants this

but she’s not berating him, she’s being vulnerable which then emphasizes his vulnerability, emphasizes what he’s wrestling with, emphasizes how deeply he feels things

So effectively, my point is that Elena’s reactions to Stefan’s actions amp up Stefan’s romance and compassion and intimacy and intensity because the show let’s it breathe, let’s us revel in it, let’s us really see it.

So, if it were Stelena, I just think the entire conversation would go differently.

One very real possibility is that he would inspire Elena to seek her own type of atonement because she has her own past and has done things she isn't proud of

she killed thousands of vampires by killing Kol

and the show never really has her reckon with any of that so they could have a conversation where he's like Elena, you have to live your life, you can't put it on pause for me and she'll have her minor monologue about her own need for redemption and her own need for soul-searching

I think it would also make sense that Elena would already know that that's what Stefan is going to do and her basically being Meredith when Derek chooses Addison

Another possibility is another iteration of the conversations we've already seen with Stelena. Like, think of their angsty "I need to go/I need to give you space/I need to leave you" conversations, they look like this

so this energy combined with Elena being like, Stefan I know who you are, I know every side of you

and I've never stopped loving you. I have always loved you.

How could you say that you're doing this for me after everything we've been through? If you feel like you need to go because it's something you need to do, I'm not going to stand in the way of your choice but don't say you're leaving for me. I've never wanted you to leave. This is something for you.

If you want them to have an argument or if you want Elena to be upset, it would be the same conversation except it would be, "So, you're just going to do what you always do? Leave. Try to make me hate you, tell yourself you're doing this for me so it's easier?"

"I am doing this for you. It's not fair to you. I'm figuring out who I am now, figuring out how to help people I've hurt--"

"And I'll be there for you like you've been there for me. Why wouldn't you think I'd want to be here, Stefan?"

It's all right there.

[the-cryptographer]

was talking about how the amount of explosive material needed for the chantry boom, even /after/ that material been refined from the raw ingredients, is probably a lot more than anders and company could gather from a single trip to the sewers/mines without even bringing a cart. (which is cooroborated by the concept art of anders's bomb setup, although I don't think that picture makes much logistic sense either). all of which makes me wonder if the quest we get in canon was more like a scouting mission for anders to see where he could get the materials or arrange the bomb setup rather than the actual dirty work.

"why did he bothering inviting hawke et al then, if he wasn't even using them for the bulk of the actual labour?"

well, that's the thing. I'm wondering how much hawke et al's involvment in helping anders gather bomb materials is entirely symbolic.

other parts of the same quest are definitely symbolic. asking hawke to distract elthina with questions about mages as he goes about his business in the chantry is symbolic. he knows elthina isn't going to budge at that point. he just needs to build up a situation where she was given this last chance to save herself from what he's about to do, so that he can justify what in his own mind feels unjustifiable (though I do not see it that way, and I don't think merrill or isabela do either for that matter)

and given anders manages to set up the bombs just fine even if you turn down the quest…

how much is hawke et al going to find drakestone and sela petrae symbolic? how much is it making them complicit in the bombing simply for the sake of it? how much is this putting hawke et al in a position where their actions mean 'you're either with me or against me (and nothing imbetween)'?

like he really wants someone on his side so badly. so much so, he's willing to interpret lukewarm statements from hawke about not hurting mages as a radical statement of support. willing to interpret what was probably a lukewarm statement from donnic about disliking meredith as a reason donnic is more meaningfully on his side than aveline's. it's not hard for me to imagine anders spinning hawke et all bumbling around as he gathers samples of shit and sulphur and charcoal into a whole emotional experience of support and solidarity.

"so you're saying this was all a manipulative attempt by anders to gain support - support he didn't even really need - under false pretences?"

yes...? but also... no?

i feel like the thing canon doesn't really quite capture, and the thing i don't want to belittle, is how real and visceral and human these needs are? like, yes, maybe anders doesn't /need/ someone there to help him scout bomb ingredient locations to get the bomb built anyhow but-

to want companionship and personal recognition and support and someone to hold your hand through an emotionally difficult task? those are certainly things that pretty much everyone needs to be happy, even if they can persist and survive without. and anders has been denied these things at a lot of avenues of his life, has been taught he cannot ask for these things plainly and expect to get them. so I think it's entirely understandable that he resorts to manipulative, underhanded, and aggressive methods to get those needs met in lieu of even knowing how to pursue them genuinely anymore.

like- fenris crossed several continents to get to a place and a people for whom his experience of slavery hadn't been entirely culturally normalised. where he wasn't constantly being gaslit about how, actually, what he went through was excusable.

whereas anders is really living in the middle of cultural apologism for the circle as an institution. and where the person he seems to consider his closest friend can't accept and respond to anders trying to give away his mother's pillow as the desperate cry for attention and validation and help that it is.

idk, it's difficult bc- I will definitely make fun of anders's dysfunctional methodology for trying to get the attention and help and support that he needs. because he really does behave in ways that are cruel and aggressive and manipulative and stupidly misaimed and wildly alienating, and turn away people who are actually sympathetic to chase after hawke and varric being their least genuine.

but I never want to make fun of anders actually needing attention and help and support. like, yeah, we all do. all the moreso when we're standing up against tyrants and abusive prison camp wardens.

[hxzxrdous]

Hi! I really liked the we have each other again story. I was wondering if you could do an alternate timeline in the story when reader and lesso don’t have their reunion until later when reader is an adult. But readers going through their villain era and returns to try and destroy lessos life bc they’ve been angry for so long. But like after they have a fight they have a happy ending. Sorry if it’s worded weird it’s hard to put it into text😭

Eeeeek, thank you for the request and I hope I did it some justice :333 😩 </333

Lady Lesso x daughter!reader

TW: Angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff

FEELINGS NEVER LIE

First your biological parents didn't want you and then you moved from a foster family to another foster family. You started thinking that you might be a problem and not them.

Until you came to the next couple - The Jones'. They were extremely kind the first few months, after they adopted you however, their masks came undone. They took advantage of your situation just so they could get their monthly payment, just so they could provide for their own six kids while your needs were completely neglected. On top of that you had to help with the kids and the farm work. They even made you discontinue your school by the time you were fourteen years old. You started working in a nearby market place in the square, selling the crops of vegetables and batches of bread from your farm.

And you waited.

And you hoped. You hoped that your parents will come back to you once you turn an adult.

Maybe you were a burden and you wouldn't be a burden now that you'll become an adult?

But you knew in your heart, they'll never come and get you. They never sent a single letter. Perhaps they just didn't care? Perhaps they were dead? You didn't know which possibility was worse. The latter one?

Your 18th birthday was getting closer, day by day. And you were hoping that maybe, just maybe... you real parents were on the way, thinking of you, coming to save you. But they never were.

Then you turned eighteen. And nothing happened. Then you turned nineteen and then twenty and twenty one.

You lost all hope. You stopped caring. Maybe it was meant to be for you to rot in this godforsaken place.

You wanted to escape the farm and Gavaldon. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't. Like a magnet pulling you back. Until that one day.

It was a warm spring day. Easter. Your 'siblings' were running around, playing on the backyard after you hid the easter eggs that they coloured it the day before.

"Don't hit your sister, Adam." You pointed to the blonde kid. "Stop stealing the eggs from your sister, Meredith." You ordered the youngest one. "Come inside, it's getting dark!" You yelled out of the window.

"Alright, Ambrose, I see you found the most eggs," you kneeled infront of the freckled child. "Your seven eggs..." you held out the basket as Ambrose put the eggs inside, "for my seven chocolate eggs," you pointed to the bowl with the chocolate eggs. After the kids exchanged their eggs you walked back outside. You haven't finished the laundry yet and your 'parents' wouldblet you go to sleep only until after you finished all the chores.

You just hung the bed sheet on the string when you fell to the floor from surprise as it started moving in the wind. It took you a couple of seconds to figure it out there wasn't any wind at all and suddendly the air around you got colder.

"Y/N Jones," a voice came from behind the bed sheet, so you lifted it up, only to see a man standing right infront of you.

"Excuse me sir, you shoul- How do you know my name?" You tilted your head.

"I finally found you, my child, I've been searching for you," the man spoke, despite his icy voice, you couldn't help but feel warm inside.

"F- father?" Your eyes widened and you froze as he nodded. You immediately knew he was your dad. Feelings never lie. But he felt so frightening. Maybe because you didn't know how it felt to have a parent. Maybe because the feeling was so different.

"What about my mother?" You asked, your voice shaky. "She left you. Her career as a Dean was more important." The man spoke. "You love me? Can you take me away from this place?" You asked. You waited for this moment for such a long time.

"Actually, I have another plan..."

As he continued speaking, you felt a burning fire in your heart. He told you all about your mother, how she hated you, he told you about some School for Good and Evil. He convinced you to take you there and apply for a job as a Never professor. It was time for revenge. Your mother will have to dance on your tune.

It was your first day at the school. You  taught Special Talents. You knew how to deal with group of kids already, so it wasn't hard for you to control the class full of hormonal teenagers. You heard about the Doom Room that the students were sent to. You learned how she hated the students. She hated children. No surprise she left you. She was cruel and vile.

A few days later you were making rounds through the dormitories when you walked by Lady Lesso's office. You peaked through the slightly opened door and you noticed Lady Lesso behind her desk. Professor Bilious Manley showed you the Mimicry spell the other evening and you quickly learned it yourself. So you stepped inside... as none other than Lady Lesso.

"You." You grinned as she noticed you. "Me? You?" Lady Lesso was confused as never. "What is this some sort of joke?" She barked. "I'm you, Leonora. Your conscious." You replied, sitting down on the chair, playing with her stuff on the desk and looking down at the papers she was grading. 

"Mmm, so much red. You aren't doing a really great job as a professor, Leonora," you raised an eyebrow. "I-" Lesso let out a deep sigh. "Does the Doom Room even help? You drag the students inside when they are failing. Perhaps you deserve the Doom Room too?" You smirked. She was quiet. The usually load woman was speechless. "You aren't failing as just a professor though. You are failing as a Dean. Not once did Evil defeat the Good." You continued, standing up, walking around her desk. You stood right next to her, leaning down. "You failed as a mother." You whispered in her ear, backing away later.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head. "N- no- T- that was Raf-" when she paused, noticing you didn't have a cane like she did. "Who are you?!" She turned towards you when you revealed yourself. "Ms Jones, explain yourself-" Lady Lesso sneered. "Well, dear mother... Father told me everything." You turned towards the door when she stopped you. "Rafal? No, YOU listen to me now, Y/N." She stood up. "Whatever he told you... was a lie. He's a manipulative asshole, I bet he didn't even tell you his name."

You stopped in your tracks, thinking for a moment. "It doesn't mat-" "But it does. Y/N, he took you away from me when he found out I was trying to hide you from him. He's abusive. He's cold. He's evil. Did you even trust him when you first saw him? Feelings never lie, Y/N." Your mother tapped her cane standing up. You looked at your mother. And when you looked at her... you felt loved and safe. "Feelings never lie?" You repeated and immediately grabbed onto her, hugging her. "My, my, you have grown into such a beautiful young woman, my darling." The redhead whispered as she held you close. "I'm sorry." The older woman's voice shook with sadness and happines. Proper childhood was stolen from you. You were stolen from her. You were both grieving. And now she finally found you. And this time, she'll never let go of you.

[foxes-that-run]

Gorgeous

Reputation is split into 2 volumes. "Volume 1 - Who is Meredith's Real Father?" includes the first half of the album and Gorgeous, track 8 so not consecutive with the rest of the volume. Vol 1 relates to the time before she disappeared including April 29 2016. In the 29 April 2023 Eras show Taylor also played Gorgeous and High Infidelity together. There is a more detailed thread on this here, and in the 2016 timeline.

In the Making of Video. you can see she also had pre-met Gala hair when making these as they take place before she met Joe.

The original lyrics have more detail on the muse:

I gotta boyfriend, he's older than us, I haven't seen him in a couple of months. You've got a girlfriend that's __ enough, and tonight..... ah. you're so gorgeous... (2:17) [...] I go through phases when it comes to love / I'm nothing that you want, but I must say / you're so gorgeous (3:20) I can't say anything to your face / You gotta fence in [?] [kinda defencive?] of us ... / (3:41)

Lyrics

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

In the opener Taylor establishes the muse has an accent, a magnetic pull and is frustratingly cool. Taylor is not the type to mock an accent of someone she just met. She did make fun of Harry’s accent at the 2013 Grammy's during never getting back together though.

In Suburban Legends Taylor sings of Harry “You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious / Flush with the currency of cool”

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine reads like a meet up, around the April 29 story. The line that her life is ‘ruined by the muse not being hers’ also speaks of a longer term relationship than someone she just met.

Taylor has a similar Lyric in Suburban Legends "You don’t knock anymore and I always knew it, and my life had been ruined"

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face 'Cause look at your face (gorgeous) And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

Fair enough

Taylor and Harry have sung and said in interview that they can't say in person to each other what they can say in song, describing it as the most amazing unspoken dialogue.

You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you) And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room) If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her But if you're single that's honestly worse 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts (Honey, it hurts)

In So it Goes Taylor talks about getting alone with her muse and a magnetic pull and hiding interacting with each other. The line of 'if you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her' was changed from the making of video. The original sounds like shade on the girlfriend, who was Kendall Jenner/Yachtgate of January 2016. the final lyric casts doubt on if they are even dating. If Harry was single she was more likely to be unfaithful, as detailed in Did something bad, and for Harry in Sweet Creature.

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Harry does not have blue eyes, Joe does though. In secret sessions Taylor went to pains to tell fans this song was about Joe and this line fits with that. Since they separated/the end of their relationship she released high infidelity with the April 29 date and she has played them together on April 29!

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad (mmh) You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have and Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats (yeugh) Alone, unless you wanna come along (oh)

This last verse shows that there is more to the relationship than crushing on a new person. If this song were about a person who she just met, like Joe or Tom H she would (and did) have them. It also wouldn't turn back into sad.

The line 'you make me so happy, it turns back into sad' perfectly captures seeing someone you love, remembering why but having broken up with them.

Finally, stumble on home to my cats, unless you want to come along is both adorable, and a call back to her AMA interview the year where she said she would go home to her cats, which Harry referenced in Kiwi as going home to her cactus. Taylor then responded photos of Joe with a Cactus.

[jytan2018]

Hi hello!! Hope you have been well :]

Gently requesting more of your thoughts on Nimona (movie and comic), bc I love what you’ve been saying thus far, like you’ve been spittin’ facts left and right and I’m absolutely here for ittt!!! 🔥

Hope you have an amazing day!! ✨✨

Thanks, anon! I rewatched Nimona with my cousin just last week AND reread the comic, so you're in luck because I have a bunch of new thoughts and headcanons.

(WEEWOO WEEWOO, SPOILERS for the comic and the movie below, proceed at your own risk.)

- At the beginning of the movie, it's implied that Nimona was there for every step of the kingdom's development, or at least keeping tabs on it since she knew about Gloreth's knights. Did she disguise herself as a rando civilian, like she did in the comic when checking on Ballister? If so, how long did it take her to assume her default human form again? Until Gloreth passed on? Until there was no one alive who remembers her human form?

(I say "default human form" in like a humansona sense and not the default sense, though. She seems used to retaining a specific appearance for each form she takes, unless she's shifting for disguise purposes.)

- Baby Ballister literally ripping the head off the horse he was attacking is kinda cute, but also very sobering when you remember that if the Institution had accepted him wholeheartedly, he would have become their greatest asset but also Nimona's second greatest enemy besides the Director. It's a great way to establish that he was ready to fight and die for the Institute even before it begrudgingly accepted him, not because ND randomly decided to make him a sad little meow meow who struggled to find a purpose beyond serving the Institute.

- Meredith Blitzmeyer, my beloved, it was truly a tragedy that your character got cut from the movie but it needed to be done. A device that stops Nimona from shifting, in a movie where shifting is a metaphor for queerness and possibly neurodivergence? Nah, that would have ruined the whole plot.

- (I would have loved it if the movie revealed she was the one who developed the laser sword and the Director's laser staff, though. Give me a chaotic neutral scientist with no concept of the consequences that come with making things for evil people, any day.)

- When I first read the comic, I struggled to interpret Nimona's final words to Ballister: "I was just playing with you". After rereading it, I'm pretty sure she wasn't. Movie Nimona and Comic Nimona's arcs seem similar on the surface, but Comic Nimona canonically looks her age because she didn't become a shapeshifter until some time after Ambrosius blasted Ballister's arm off. Ballister may be the movie's freshly traumatised character, but it's Nimona who plays that role in the comics.

- What this means is she probably DID see herself as a monster even though it was an unhealthy way to define herself, and she was looking for someone who'd tell her, "You're right, this is you, and I accept it." instead of trying to comfort her by denying this part of her identity. Hence, why she was so hurt when Ballister tried that exact wrong answer with her, and she reacted by denying their bond was real in the first place.

- That being said, I highkey suspect Comic Nimona only survived because Ballister DID get through to her. When she tells Ballister that she will disintegrate after splitting herself, Ballister insists that SHE'S the strong part that will survive, not the monster and more importantly, he apologised to the monster after beating it AND calls it by Nimona's name. She saw with her own eyes that Ballister not only acknowledged both parts of her identity in the end, but also saw the humanity in her even when she herself believed what the world told her: that she was a monster.

- This definitely influenced the "Movie Nimona is passively suicidal" plot point because both near-deaths feature Nimona succumbing to the world's hatred against her, and it's Ballister who has to pull her out of that self-destructive spiral. The only difference is the movie wanted to show how disproportionate and irrational queerphobic oppression is, while the comic zeroed in on the hypocrisy of fearing Nimona's destructive tendencies while the Institute was the one who could have poisoned the entire kingdom by accident.

- (Grabs you by the face) Do you understand how feral this realisation made me? Do you understand the danger of queer people accepting their "deviance" without stripping away the label's negative connotations before it can mess with their self-perception? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY ND STEVENSON DRAGGED QUEERPHOBES IN BOTH VERSIONS OF THE STORY?

Anyway, yes, consider this Part 3 of my thoughts on Nimona. Hope y'all like them.

[xandriagreat]

Modern Nimona

Chapter 1: The Beginning of Hurt

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Summary: When a college graduate is framed for a crime that he didn’t do and the only people who are helping him is a science friend from college and a shapeshifting lab rat named Nimona.

Author’s note: This story/fic is a modern day au of Nimora (both book and movie). Also this fic/story is a two person writing, the co-writer is @vanessafangirl13

Notice/warnings: kissing, rudeness, death, decapitating

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June 15th, 2013,

It was graduation day at the University Institute Of Gloreth.

A young 21-year-old man with dark brown skin, a beginning of a short mustache and goatee, and short, dark hair, was in his usual plain white t-shirt, brown sweatpants, and black army boots, looking at the screens as he was packing the last of his stuff from his dorm.

He was a young man who showed promise ever since he was a kid. He worked his way up into the university but not meant it with the controversy of his college and schools knowing he was the only one who was born poor at the university that only accepted famous and rich people.

He was about to finish the last box when he heard a familiar voice ask, “You excited?”

"Yeah." He said with nervousness in his voice, looking a bit down before looking at the person.

The voice revealed to be his boyfriend, Ambrosius Goldenloin, an East Asian man with short, blonde hair curled over the left side of his head in a pompadours style, with the rest of his hair shaved close to his scalp, and dark and short, dark beard over his chin.

Ambrosius walked over to him, wanting to make sure his boyfriend was ok. “Want to talk about it, Bal?” he asked as he got to him.

"Yeah, it's just-" Bal tried to speak, "I can't believe it, 4 years have passed by so fast, and now we're graduating and going to the real world."

They begin sitting down on the bed, which is now just a mattress and bed frame.

Ambrosius nodded and held his hand, gently rubbing it. “There is more, isn't there?” he asked, looking at him. “Ballister, I see that you’re scared. ”

Ballister was quiet for a bit as he looked down. “What if… what if they hate me?”

His boyfriend is understanding why Ballister was scared. “You’ve worked so hard for this,” Ambrosius said, putting a gentle hand on his cheek. “They’ll love you.”

"You think so?" Ballister asked with hope in his voice as he looked at Ambrosius. “Yes,” Ambrosius answered, nodding softly.

Ballister begins to smile warmly and kisses him on the lips.

☆Later☆

Everyone was getting ready for the day of the graduation

Some were taking pictures, some were excited about the next chapter in their lives, and others talking with their families 

Bal was getting his graduation gown ready which is unique, while most of the university's graduation wear only had white gold and silver, his was different having a more black accent into his suit while his boyfriend had more gold in his as well.

"Well, we finally made it after 4 years," said Meredith Blitzmeyer, a tall Romani woman, with warm brown skin, long gray hair tied back in a ponytail, and rounded gold frame glasses over her gorgeous blue eyes. "The future has come."

“Oh, hey Meredith.” Ballister said, looking at her with a smile.

"Well, Ballister, future graduate of the era." Meredith jokes. She has been a bit of a jokester since high school. But at least her jokes were appropriate, unlike another classmate that was also graduating who happens to be a bully.

"More like a loser." A man named Thaddeus Sureblade jokes, he's the one with short brown hair, pale skin, and green eyes. He had always been a bully to the three, mostly to Ballister.

"Ugh! Not you again." Meredith ground, crossing her arms, knowing he was her ex-boyfriend. They broke up a month ago after finding out that he was a jerk, trying to make him his trophy wife, and almost a bad manly macho after dating for a year. She already moved on but Thaddeus was a bit still in the denial stage of a breakup.

“Hey, I was just coming over to talk with Ballister.” Thaddeus started, smiling his best prize smile.

"Well, then, go ahead." Meredith said, glaring at him.

Thaddeus put an arm around Ballister’s shoulders and said, “Look, when I first saw you at the Institute, I thought that you were just a nobody.”

Ballister looked at him like he was going to say more. “And?”

Meredith began putting her hands on her hips and raise her eyebrow, tapping her foot, waiting for an answer 

Thaddeus noticed that and didn’t want to get her too mad. “I’m not going to answer that.” he said, popping his lips. Thaddeus got his arm off of Ballister and shoved him a bit as he walked away.

Meredith and Ambrosius caught Ballister before he fell on the floor and helped him stand up.

“Thanks.” Ballister said to them. 

Ambrosius nodded to him and smiled. “No problem.”

“I still can’t believe that I dated him.” Meredith muttered under her breath.

Just then, The Director of the University opened the doors, smiling at the graduating class of 2013.

Everyone began to line up as the Director entered the room.

It was revealed to be a tall and thin woman with pale skin, a long neck. her blonde hair in a long braided ponytail, black eyes. She wore a yellow business coat over a white blouse, matching yellow ankle-length long skirt, brown stockings, and black 3-inch high heels. She's a serious and kind woman.

“Everyone,” the Director started as she looked at the soon to be graduating students, “today is an important day. Not only are you all graduating but we have our first rise to the top student graduating.”

She smiled at Ballister, who nodded to her. “Thank you, Director.” Ballister said, smiling.

Then the Director clapped her hands together and said, “Now, everyone needs to finish up and get to the stage.” 

Everyone did as they were told. 

Ambrosius got his scabbard on his belt before getting his family’s sword from his locker.

It was traditional of the Goldenloin family to carry the sword that Glorth carried throughout the war for special occasions, like today.

Ambrosius looked at Ballister and smiled softly. “You ready?” he asked.

“I will be. I just need to wait for my ring.” Ballister said. “You can go ahead.”

"Ok. We will be waiting for you." Meredith said, fixing her cap.

Ambrosius and Meredith went out as Diego, a man with light brown skin, brown eyes, and blonde hair styled in a short mohawk, came in.

Diego was the Jeweler of Ballister’s ring.

“Hi.” Ballister said, smiling at him.

"Hi. Sorry about that, I was just finding the ring which took a while." Diego said, giving him the ring

“It’s alright.” Ballister reassured as he got the ring from him.

The University ring was a silver ring. It had some gems all around it, with the top gem being a beautiful red. There was gold writing on the inside of the ring. The writing said, ‘Send the darkness back into the shadows to see the light’.

It’s the main motto of the university and of the city in case there is danger of any kind that comes in.

Ballister smiled softly as he put it on his right ring finger. It felt different than before when he wore it last time but he didn’t mind it.

Before Ballister went out, Diago stopped him for a moment. "Umm, sir." Diago started, about to get out of his phone. "I-"

“Ballister.” the Director said, walking back in. Both Ballister and Diago looked at her as the Director said, “It’s almost time. You need to get with the other students.”

Ballister nodded as he went out with everyone.

☆

They went outside just in time for the graduation ceremony. As the music began to play, the three friends already imagined their future like everyone else.

The mayor is the special guest for the graduation. 

The mayor was a woman with brown skin, black eyes, and long white hair tied in a tight bun, wearing a white blouse and blue pantsuit with gold and red accents and blue high heels heading to the stand.

She was the one to request Ballister to go to the Institute and his adoptive mother. 

After everyone got the diploma, everyone clapped for the graduated students. Then everyone sat down as the mayor got up and went to the microphone. “Everyone,” she started, smiling at everyone, “I am so proud of this graduating class. This class has someone special. This person works all the way up. This person is my son, Ballister Boldheart.”

The spotlight pointed at Ballister and he began to stand up with everyone looking at him. 

Then everyone cheered for him as he smiled and walked up to his mother. 

Meredith got her phone and begin recording him, smiling big.

Ballister hugged the mayor before he turned to the microphone. “Thank you, Mother.” Ballister said into the microphone.

Mayor Valerin began grabbing a small box from her pocket, and then opened up to reveal a beautiful ring server and even with an obsidian gem with red spots on it, It was a family heirloom that has been in her family for generations.

Ballister looked at it and smiled at his mother. He started to reach with his right hand.

Then all of the sudden, Ballister’s University ring started to shake his hand as the top gem turned from white to green appeared at the top and shot a beam blasted through the mayor's body.

Everyone gasped in shock.

“Mom!” Ballister exclaimed in shock.

His friends came just in time, his boyfriend tried to stop  but accidentally got the beam cut off by cutting Ballister's right arm off.

Ballister fell to the ground, holding his now cut arm, bleeding as Meredith came to check on him.

Bal and Meredith begin hearing people panicking and screaming seeing their mayor hurt.

"Are you ok?" Meredith asked worriedly.

“I…” Ballister started but was interrupted by someone yelling, “The mayor is dead!”

Meredith grabbed something from her bag that she was carrying, it was a smoke bomb, she began throwing it and a puff of green smoke blew.

"Let's go." Meredith said, taking Ballister by his other hand and they ran out and away from the graduation grounds.

Ambrosius watched them run out worriedly. “How did this even happen?” he asked himself as he looked at the crime scene.

☆

Ballister and Meredith ran into an alleyway. 

“Ok, I think that we’re safe now.” Meredith panted as she caught her breath and looked at Ballister.

Ballister still held his cut arm as he sat down. His arm was still bleeding a lot.

Meredith got a med kit out of her bag and tented the wound. “Here we go.” she said as she finished wrapping the bandages around it.

Ballister looked at the wrapped up wound before looking back at Meredith as she said, "We gotta get out of this place."

“I’m sorry… ‘We’?” Ballister repeated to see if he heard her right. 

“Yes. ‘We’, Ballister.” Meredith said, helping him up.  "We need to get out of this place."

“Meredith…” Ballister started as he sighed and looked down. “You can’t just drop everything for me. You’ll be hunted too and never get to be the scientist that you wanted to be.”

“Ballister, look at me.” Meredith said, lifting his head up. “I know that you’re innocent and that you didn’t kill your mother… and I am going to help to prove that.” 

They begin hearing the news all over the city of the death of the mayor and that Ballister was a killer.

“Come on.” Meredith said to Ballister, holding his hand. "I'll call someone I know to help us and where we can go."

[talesofsonicasura]

Axolotl Dreams

Chapter 1: Parental Shuffle

Here we are with the next chapter of Axolotl Dreams! Once I get better at these, I might spread out to other fandoms such as Balan Wonderworld, Digimon, etc for these x Readers. I do have other things in mind but I want to update some of my older works first.

Anyone, this can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy.

You never thought that you meet real life merfolk, much less a entire family of four. Yet, here they were in your house. A single father called Macaque, his oldest baby son Lacuna, oldest daughter Shǎndiàn and his youngest daughter who you called Chip, Meredith.

It was quite the sight to behold, if wasn't for the three babies' father pinning you to the mattress. Not even five minutes after introductions that the large axolotl mermonkey decided to pin you. Those lower legs were just as powerful as they were effective.

Even more chillingly awkward at how close he is to completely engulfing your smaller frame. "Such a interesting little human. Caring for my runaway larva so unconditionally. The first mortal to have my full attention." Macaque pulled himself even closer to the point you could barely twitch.

Couldn't help that this closeness is bringing all sorts of scenarios to the surface. Some were...not family friendly in both ways to put it aptly. "I believe you fit all the requirements to be my larvae's nanny." I sorry what?!! That had thrown you for an entire loop but Macaque ignored your confusion.

"I happen to be a quite busy man, providing for my children and keep them happy. Sometimes I can't be at our temporary den, on rarer occasions Meredith likes to wander off when I gone. Here's the deal little human. You will tend to my larvae's needs whenever I gone and in return I offer you some of my services."

Any (forced) deal with the supernatural is guaranteed to have a very bad side to it. One that practically results in death or a fate even worse than it when a contract is violated. "However, if you harm my children or even dare reveal our existence...then I WON'T HESITATE TO EAT YOU. I have feasted upon many of your species who were foolish to even try." The axolotl mermonkey shared a smile full of razor sharp teeth that can put any horror movie monster to shame.

You had a feeling that you have no choice but to accept this offer. The fact that Macaque eats humans only solidified the evidence here. Raise his larvae or become the merfolk's next meal. "I'll babysit Meredith, Lacuna and Shǎndiàn. You didn't really need the threat." Couldn't help the whine as his weight made it harder to breathe.

A large grin spread across the axolotl mermonkey's face, clearly pleased with your answer. "The threat only makes it more fun although I'll save the reason for later. Right now, it's time to seal the contract." Next thing you knew was the feeling of teeth in your shoulder. It hurt for a second before the pain faded away.

Something purple and solid blossoming across it like a tattoo of some kind. Macaque curled his large form around your body, still pinning you but not as suffocating as earlier. All the pressure from today made it very difficult to stay awake. Sleep overcame rationality as the giant beast kept you close.

The adult Mer had been gone when you woke up but not without leaving some drastic changes. All of your furniture was set up, food fully stocked in the kitchen and some other inclusions. Water tank like cribs, an assortment of plushies or toys and thick dark violet curtains set up in one room. The nursery as all three axolotl mermonkey larvae were asleep in their own crib.

A large circular nest made from a mixture of blankets, sheets, mattress parts, to even stuff like dried kelp laid in the corner of an adjacent room from the nursery. Bookshelf lined with all kinds of literature, weapons hanging on the wall near the red curtain covered window and a large desk that held papers to writing instruments on the surface. It must be Macaque's room...

Even your bedroom had been set up as you woke up on your fully set up bed. He had placed the desk, cabinets and even your laundry where you wanted to put it. There was one thing left to check, the mark Macaque had left behind.

A dark violet tattoo that looked like a monkey's face smiling almost maliciously, eyebrows narrowed and teeth razor sharp. It would've been cute if it wasn't made by a mermonkey that eats humans. Your kind of luck really.

Thankfully, Macaque left behind instructions on how to care for the three adorable babies. Like real life axolotls, they eat just about anything that can fit in their mouths. Normal axolotls eat various insects and small fish.

Although since these Merfolk were part monkey, fruit is also included in their diet. You could make something for them with fish and fruit. Insects would be handled another day. For now, breakfast was in order.

Simple eggs, bacon and toast for you. Macaque's children would get mango plum mash alongside some lightly cooked tilapia. The cooking was only to get rid of any germs on the fish. Overall, it wouldn't take that much time to make.

You had just finished cooking the tilapia when chirps spread throughout the house. Looks like they're awake now. Thus, you chirped back in response to the babies. It was something from a documentary about monkeys. Didn't remember all the details but it was a way to communicate emotions.

Thankfully, their chirps became ones of confirmation before quieting. You grabbed your breakfasts and head upstairs to feed the three baby merfolk. Meredith was surprisingly the cleanest eater out of Macaque's children.

Lacuna had slapped the fruit mash a few times getting all over his body. Shǎndiàn merely shredded the tilapia spreading fish juice and pieces about. It was quite a mess but not too difficult to clean up. Plus your food had been spared from the flying fish and fruit mash viscera.

Thank god for stockpiling on hand towels. Truth be told, this isn't your first babysitting gig. It had been something more mandatory than optional. People these days would practically dump their kid on someone and walk away before giving that person a chance to even talk.

A good chunk of these children were honestly great kids who just had shit parents. Most were entitled brats that think the world bows to them. Fuck those garbage patch bumpkins. But yeah, this isn't the first time handling children.

You cleaned the food mess off of both Lacuna and Shǎndiàn with the hand towels before cleaning up the dirty plates. Once the dishes were put in the sink, it was time to see what else was on the list Macaque had left you. Babies often need to be entertained to stimulate healthy growth.

Plus, you didn't want to risk any of the larvae from sneaking outta the house cause they were still energetic. In fact, there were a few things you had in mind. Just needed to grab some cloth curtains...

The bathroom tub that had been still for half the day slowly began to shake. It's faucet turning just enough to let a mild yet quiet flood of water to pour down. However what came down the faucet wasn't water. A viscous dark violet blob more akin to a shadow squeezed out from the metal nozzle.

The mass continued to grow as it slushed from the tub and onto the bathroom. Bathtub faucet then shut itself off as the room was nearly filled by the purple shadowy sludge. The mass slithered out of the 'tiny' bathroom, unidentifiable form shifting into a very familiar one.

Long bulky form of Macaque, his large axolotl legs and tail trail across the floor without a sound. His nose caught the smell of lightly cooked fish, fruits and meat. The mermonkey noticed that some of the toys were missing, no doubt been moved.

Strangely, the house was mostly quiet. His children were a rambunctious bunch, never wanting to take their needed naps. Macaque would often have to tell stories or at least persuade them with a treat just to get them to sleep.

Now, it was MOSTLY quiet not complete. Cause what his ears were hearing is a sound he struggles to get. Snoring. All three of his larvae were asleep. He slithered upstairs to their room truly confirm that he really did hear snoring.

Yet there his larvae were. All three huddled together in a shared magic seal made bubble fast asleep. A cut curtain laid over a plywood cube frame with the missing toys strapped to makeshift sleeves and stilts. White laminated paper with various colors, shapes and animals piled neatly on the table.

The setup for a puppet show, an interactive learning one. At the corner laying on a muddle of curtains was you. Currently fast asleep with bits of thread and crayon chips all over your body. An amused smile spread across Macaque's face.

Who knew the mortal actually had some babysitting skills like that? He couldn't forget what he heard earlier this morning. Those six ears of his weren't for show. Macaque could hear anything if he chose to. And what he eavesdropped on is you chirping to his larvae.

'I'm definitely keeping you, little mortal. You get more and more interesting with each moment. I wonder what story that'll be made with your presence.' An amusing thought as he laid his body down and curled around your sleeping frame once more.

Macaque held down a chuckle when your head leaned against his chest. From there, he closed his eyes yet kept his hearing fully active. Then he drifted into a comfortable but alert sleep...

And that's it. I will be updating my old stuff like my headcanons. Some stories will have their words be written especially ones that look like word salad.

You might be seeing some special headcanons crop up too. Now, I want to notify that I might be trying something new with my AUs. By that, I mean some current ones and new ones could become self insert oriented.

Yep! The Reader could get involved in some of these AUs. Involvement will be different between each one, mainly when you show up and your role.

That's it for now. We'll see what happens between Reader and Macaque in the next chapter. Until next time folks, see you later.

[ofskillfulhands]

Continued

@lexiepediamd

Mark Sloan wasn’t the gentleman. He wasn’t the guy you wanted to fall in love with. He wasn’t the guy you brought home to meet the family. He was the guy you slept with for one night and then you move on. Mark had never wanted a real relationship. He never wanted to see a girl for more than one night. He didn’t feel like he was good enough; he felt like he would only disappoint you. When it came to Lexie she was unexpecting, she was innocent. Her batting eyes; the way her voice pleaded with him to cave in, to sleep with her. He felt his knees buckle, he felt like he was a weak man for her. 

One night; last night was one night of bliss, of passion. One he kept replaying in his head. And yeah he heard he messed up for himself; for her and their close knit friends. He had derek to consider. She had Meredith her own sister; both had given fair warnings that they were suppose to stay away from the other. I had ever intention of following the rule keep big sloan out of little Grey. But last night shifted emotions inside of me. Emotions I didn’t want to admit to. It was easier to push the brunette away. Easier to pretend last night was nothing. Did I have feelings? Maybe but it wasn’t worth ruining my relationship with Derek all over again. It’s why I had told Lexie whatever this was; it was over. I saw the crushed look on her features. I felt the hurt; because when she rushed out I felt the pain in my chest. I was doing the one selfless thing I’ve ever done which was protect the female from myself. I’d only hurt her in the end. All the tension, all the mistakes we made last night came to bay now. I was the plastic surgeon on call. I was the man that had to come to the rescue; to help Lexie after a patient attacked her. I felt the anger almost instantly; the desire to protect her; to hurt the patient that was a lose canon. But I had to tell myself it would only get myself in more trouble. Right now I only could focus on fixing her nose, I could feel the attempt to avoid our conversation earlier. But it was obvious we had an elephant in the room. She had to of seen it coming; as if Lexie and I ever stood a chance. 

Brushing off her comment; I had kept it simple. In a way that made sense. “ It’s not you. I’m trying to protect you can’t you get that?” Hushed tones; despite the only person listening in was Callie; I could feel her lingering glaze on me. All because I had a pair of loose lips this morning; not that I felt my best friend would utter a word. Instead she’d be a shoulder if I needed her to. Standing upright; I had let her nose with my hand. Gently my other arm had wrapped around her dainty frame in order to help support her frame. Standing to my feet; I had slowly crossed the path to the empty exam room. A place where we’d have the space to have privacy. Knowing Lexie was strong; but she also had the tenacity to lose control of her own emotions. 

She might scream, she might cry and the last thing I wanted was for her weak feelings to be put on full display. The male had waited until she was sat at the edge of the exam table; before my arm had released her from my grasp. Using my leg; I had kicked the stool to my frame so I could lower my frame onto it. To be at her level. I knew Lexie trusted I was the bes surgeon for this task at hand. I could see the tears that dared to fall. Pulling the gloves over each hand; I had known this was going to hurt. 

“ It’s best I do it quick and easy, if you need to squeeze my other hand, or pull on my shirt you can.” Knowing the screams; the pain that may fallow. Inching myself as close as possible, Mark had placed a hand at her nose, his eyes met hers and for a second it was like we were in a trace; together. He liked her; and cared but this whole relationship wasn’t in the cards for him.

[kitkatwinchester]

WHAT THE F*CK?!

Oh my GOD there's so much to unpack.

I did that thing where I let it finish out again, and now I have a LOT to talk about, so let's just jump right in, shall we?

Order of events-ish, but mostly POVs.

SCIRAAAAA!! I CANNOT! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!

That whole flashback scene with the two of them laying in bed together. First of all, I LOVE what they did with the bookending of the "It's a good plan" line, because that was really well done and a perfect way to transition in and out of that flashback. Second of all, just their entire freaking conversation about how they haven't had time to go on a real date because, ya know, saving the world and all that, but just the wholesomeness of the fact that neither of them have seen a movie in forever and they both want to so bad...god I really hope they get that chance. <3

And then there's the beautiful little kiss and IMMENSE relief when she successfully brings him back (we were cutting that WAY too close, for the record..).

And THEN we get that beautiful ending scene between the two of them, where they're just casually holding hands and sitting there together, staring at each other and supporting each other and being there for each other and just being SO FREAKING CUTE. The fact that Scott is so quick to tell Kira to be with her mother (quick aside, I absolutely loved the small Melissa and Noshiko team-up, and I love that they stuck together and did their best to help and protect each other--we love our moms of the group <3). And THEN, the fact that Scott was able to put together the pieces about the Banshee, and Kira was able to see his train of thought, and they were both able to realize that their plan actually DID tell them something...

AHHHH!! I LOVE THEM!!! SCIRA ALL THE WAY!! <3 <3 <3

...admittedly, I'm also mildly terrified about where Scott's nightmare ended up right before Kira pulled him back, but I also know that Scott would never EVER hurt Liam. ...but I hate the implication of it nonetheless.

BUT SCIRA THOUGH!!! <3 <3

Anyways…

SPEAKING OF BANSHEES...

Well.

Now we know who Lydia got her powers from. And now....we have a new suspect.

The question is, if it is her....where is she, and why is she doing this in the first place?

Also, Natalie said "Meredith Walker" all knowingly and then didn't actually answer that question...she just started talking about Lydia's grandmother (on her dad's side, for the record, which...where is her dad in all this, exactly? We literally haven't seen that man since Season 1.).

And now we know the entire lake house is made of Mountain Ash (did her grandma do that, or did her dad do that? I guess it would've had to have been her grandma, unless her dad lied about locking his mom away in Eichen House in order to protect her secret...), but her mom obviously knows nothing (there goes that theory) and just thinks her grandmother was crazy, so really, we just have more questions than we do answers. However, if anyone can figure them out, it's Lydia Martin. <3

Speaking of figuring things out, Peter is 100% up to SOMETHING, because he obviously sent Kate to find out if Scott was dead, which is suspicious af (as a very quick aside, that moment between Kate and Chris was freaking BEAUTIFUL and I loved everything about it, and as many issues as I have with Kate, that sibling dynamic between her and Chris just SENDS me). He claims he's not The Benefactor, but he's also not on the list, and even though he said "Thank God" in response to Scott being alive...I don't know if I believe him.

Like, okay, the Banshee theory means he probably isn't the actual Benefactor, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was somehow in cahoots with it.

Although...his money was what was stolen, right? So that doesn't really make sense either. But...it also doesn't really make sense that his name isn't anywhere on the Deadpool, so...

Basically what I'm saying is that Peter, per his usual, is clearly manipulating this whole situation in SOME way, and no one should trust him under any circumstances.

Which brings me to Malia.

This girl, omg. I feel sooo bad for her, and the fact that she and her mom got into a fight right before the car crash makes everything a million times worse, and I wish there was something we could do to make that better.

However...I don't know if finding her mother is it, and I REALLY don't know if trusting Peter to help her is it, because Peter is Peter, and who KNOWS what other tricks he has up his sleeve.

What IS it, however, is Stiles (because Stiles is always it lol). I mean, how this boy is still functioning is beyond me, because the amount of things he shoulders and then pushes down is seriously bound to be fatal one of these days, but he does it. He has now watched his best friend practically die twice in the span of a few days, and his girlfriend stormed off and left him, and then all of a sudden, there she was in his room, broken and scared and guilty, and he handled it like a CHAMP.

I love the fact that he was giving her distance and giving her space, uncertain about where they stood, but then he couldn't resist stepping closer to her in his desperate attempt to convince her that she's so much better than she's making herself out to be. But even as he tries his best, Malia is too torn and upset and angry, and she walks out yet again.

But even in all of that, the fact that she came back, that she took the time to come to Stiles, to open up to him, to talk to him...it proves she still trusts him, still loves him, and still cares what he thinks, and even though she's upset and hurting and probably having a major identity crisis with an ever-growing guilt complex, she still came back, because she knows Stiles will be there for her. And that's exactly what he did.

I hope she finds answers, and I kind of also hope that maybe Stiles can help her find them. More than anything, I hope she can learn to forgive herself for what happened, and I REALLY hope Peter doesn't take advantage of her in the process.

Now of COURSE, since I talked about Stiles, and we're at the end of this post, you KNOW I have to over-analyze those itty-bitty Sciles moments. They're small, since Scott was, ya know, "dead" for most of this episode, but you know how I feel about a protective Stiles.

CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT--

TWO PEOPLE tell Stiles to leave. MULTIPLE times. Chris tells him to run (supposedly so that he can hold her off and Stiles can be safe), and Kate tells him to get out of the way.

And EVERY TIME, Stiles just moves CLOSER to Scott. Chris tells him to leave, and instead, he shifts over, blocking Kate. And then when Kate tells him to leave, he shifts even more, giving that cursory glance to the place where his best friend's body is to make sure that he is truly 100% between her and him, and he DOESN'T MOVE. He stands there, and even though he's clearly scared (bonus points for the joke about the vending machine, AND bonus points for Chris being equally protective of Scott <3), he refuses to back down, because just like always, if you wanna get to Scott, you're gonna have to go through him first. And trust me, he's tougher than he looks.

And of course, you KNOW I have to point out the absolute RELIEF on Stiles's face when Scott does finally wake back up. The sigh, the hand up to his mouth, the turning away...that boy loves his best friend SO MUCH, and he was SO WORRIED, and he was SO RELIEVED when he did come out of it okay. In the heat of the moment, Stiles always puts up that front, and he always makes things seem okay for everyone else's benefit, but whenever Scott is in danger, he will ALWAYS be worried, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, and I love him for that. <3

SCILES ALL THE WAY!!! I HAVE MISSED YOU MY BELOVED!! <3 <3

Ahhhh. It's so good to be back to watching this show.

I probably won't be able to watch more today, but definitely Tuesday, and in general, I'm gonna try really hard to watch at LEAST an episode a day, but...probably more, because there's no way I finish in the next couple of weeks if that's the goal I set for myself lol.

ANYWAYS.

I couldn't find most of the gifs I wanted, but I DID get Scott and Kira, and I found a different Sciles gif, so we're tacking those both on here. XD <3

(I JUST LOVE BOTH OF THESE RELATIONSHIPS SO MUCH!! Scira will forever and always be my Scott OTP, and then Sciles will forever and always be my ultimate brOTP, because LOOK AT THEM!! <3 <3)

[greypetrel]

For the Hurt and Comfort prompts, how about "It's okay to cry, you know."

Let’s all collectively forget that I posted another prompt under this ask, AH-EHM.

By the way here it is, thank you for asking! <3

Note: I couldn’t pick one Hawke over my two so they’re brothers. Garrett’s one year younger, Varric wrote two versions with one of the siblings in each and slightly different details (odd editions have Raina, even ones Garrett, to confuse the things. The real Champion is Raina, Garrett’s more on the corner. Which seem fitting, as you know. A blood mage. Wouldn’t like so much attention.)

Tis the prompt list!

10. “It’s ok to cry, you know."

The mansion was quiet.

The mansion was too quiet, and Raina hated it. Her mother was out to some other noble estate, having dinner and celebrating how the human disaster of her eldest daughter saved the city, whispers around town calling her Champion.

How she hated that title, as if it was a good thing or has been a success and she almost didn’t die skewered by the Arishok for futile motives. Because truth to be told, a part of her would have just let the Qunari have their way in that fucked up city, fix everything, leave her be, fix her mistakes. Weren’t it not for Isabela. Isabela who had returned, for her, and handled herself to death to save her from doing something stupid. So, she did it. And she won, for much simpler and less noble reasons.

Garrett was out too, Maker knew where. She didn’t exactly know what happened with Fenris, just that they spent the last month dancing around each other and then... Stopped even looking at the other. She named the elf, casually, and Garrett ran out of home, once. As he ran out this evening, lamenting there was no good beer in the pantry and he needed one.

He shouldn’t have gone out on his own. Not now, not when Meredith saw him casting magic. It was her fault: she shouldn’t have brought him along, she should have insisted for him to remain to Lowtown. And now.

She was still forced to rest, the deep cut in her chest was healed, but it itched still even if Anders got by every day to heal her some more. But it’s only been three days, and the mage could only do so much for her, with so many wounded in the city to attend to. She didn’t blame him.

But, she could admit even to herself that she couldn’t sleep at night because she was terrified that Templars would have barged in for Garrett, and she would not have been in good condition to face them. They would have taken him away, as they did with Bethany. As the Wardens did with Carver and the sting of their meeting in the Docks was even worse than the itch in her chest.

Add the fact that Isabela -whom she totally had no feelings for as the piratess asked, not at all after she returned and gave her the Qunari book at the price of her life- hadn’t shown up after it was clear that she was out of danger, and Merrill... She has been a plain asshole with Merrill, the elf didn’t deserve it and she wanted to punch herself.

She was antsy and restless and wanted to grab her daggers and get into a brawl. Or jump head first into a barrell of the strongest brew in the Hanged Man and get awfully drunk. Maybe get awfully drunk AND get into a brawl. That sounded like a nice solution.

And yet, she was stuck there, crouched on an armchair before the fire in her living room, Bodahn and Sandal retired for the night, Beowoof protectively curled around her feet offering little comfort, leg bouncing up and down in that way that would have driven Varric crazy.

Because she was not ready to face a Hanged Man full of people who knew her and would have greeted her as Champion of Kirkwall, raised their glasses and cheered at her. There wasn’t anything to cheer about her: if there was one thing she was Champion of, that was making always the worst decision and faking confidence.

She was still musing like so when she faintly heard the entrance door opening, from her left. The dog snapped up, barking happily once in a greeting. So, someone known, maybe-

“Garrett?” She asks, frantic, head snapping up.

“Wrong mage…” A small voice said, and indeed it was a different black-haired mage the one that peeked through the door, a small smile on her face.

Merrill. Great, just what she needed right now. Hey, Raina, here’s one of your latest big mistakes stepping shily in the room, smiling sweetly at you as if nothing had happened, as if the last time she was here you didn’t say a wrong, mean thing and sent her running from the front door. Well not running, but still, her leg bounced quicker, frowning at the fire.

“Sorry. I was expecting him to come home. It’s pretty late.”

“It is.”

“You shouldn’t be here either, what if anyone caught you coming all the way up here?”

“I came to check on you. Garrett is at the Hanged Man, we missed you.”

“No, you don’t.” She corrected, brashly. “And so you picked the short straw and had to left the fun to come up here and check on good old me.”

She concluded the reasoning, kicking away the chair and walking away from an approaching elf, wincing visibly as the movement pulled on her wound, but not minding it much and carefully going to keep busy with some letters or whatever that were left on the desk, back carefully turned away. Beowoof whined, and Merrill cooed at him, reassuringly.

“I didn’t pick any straw, I just said good night and came up here.” This wasn’t for the dog, this was for her.

“I’m fine as can be, you don’t need to do this, Mer. You… You don’t owe me anything. Not after… Well. I’m fine.” She wasn’t, but it wasn’t for the elf to know. Not anymore, at least.

She tried to move away again when she heard Merrill walking her way, but the elf was quicker, placing a hand on hers and blocking her in place. All Raina could do was stubbornly turn her head away.

“I said the wrong thing and rushed in, and you panicked. I… I am sorry if I reacted that way, Hawke, you didn’t do anything wrong. I know you and Isabela…”

Oh, fantastic. Merrill baring her heart with her all over again, and now the Isabela talk. She didn’t want to talk about it. She grimaced and shook her head.

“It’s fine. I should have kept my hands to myself, I led you on and hurt you. Just…” She charmed her way up the social ladder, one witty remark at a time. And yet, when it came to Merrill, Raina was left speechless. Something in the elf just blocked her need to always mask with a joke, maybe it was that those eyes were too big, too clear, or that she always seemed to know what was going on. But, she had to tell her. She owed her as much and this was a good time as any. “…You weren’t a substitute because I was feeling alone. It’s… It’s difficult to explain.”

Against all odds, Merrill giggled.

“I know people can love more than one person that way. That’s fine.”

And with that, Raina snapped to her, staring.

“What?”

“Mahariel was like that. She never bonded with Tamlen because the idea of being with just one person didn’t feel right with her. But I never saw her with anyone else because Tamlen was of a different mindset. I don’t think they would have lasted long together, even if he… Well.”

She shrugged, concluding the speech without actually voicing what happened. That was still an open wound for her, Raina knew. It wasn’t common for her to talk about either Alyra or Tamlen, and she knew the elf blamed herself, even partially, for what happened. She was right about to ask more questions, but the elf preceded her, turning back to her. With the same attentive look on her that made her kiss her the first time. She wouldn’t have done the same mistake, now, tempted as she was.

“I don’t blame you for what happened, Raina. Really, I don’t. If this takes off some weight from your shoulders… You have enough of that without adding me. I asked you not to save me, didn’t I?”

She did. She did, but the truth was that the one needing saving was Raina. There really weren’t many people calling her by her name anymore, and it was… Too much. She lowered her gaze, staring intently at a letter between her hands and forcing herself not to cry. It was a practiced exercise and she managed.

“I don’t want you to blame yourself for that. But… I’m happy you’re not angry.” That, at least, was true.

“Mh. Wanna talk about something else? I can listen. I’m good at listening, at least.”

“No.” She shook her head, blowing up as a stray lock fell into her eye and ignoring how her shoulders contracted more. “Thank you for coming all the way up here and talking to me. I’m fine, really.”

The elf, tho, didn’t buy it. She moved closer, brushing her arm with hers.

“A lot of things happened, and I don’t think you are.”

“I am. I’m up and about, Anders patched me up, I’m resting as he told me, Carver is fine, the city’s still standing. I’m fine.”

A moment of pause. Beowoof huffed from below, curling closer to the fire and setting to sleep. The fire still crackling in the hearth, silence all around. Some light tapping from outside told them it started raining.

“You can cry, you know?”

Merrill prodded, caressing the back of her hand with her thumb. Without saying anything else, just… Just a small permission that pierced through all the walls Raina carefully built to keep herself up and serve to the world -and most of her family and friends as well if she had to be honest- a carefully constructed image. She was the one that took care of others, that couldn’t be stopped, that would get shit done. There was no time to cry or for weakness. Except…

Except that that kindness, that invitation that asked for nothing in return and promised no judgement, made her walls crumble. She folded on herself and tears started rolling down her cheeks, fat and wet and so many she couldn’t stop them, no matter how hard she tried. She gurgled something with irritation that could have been a sob, in someone else’s mouth, and rubbed angrily at one eyes with the back of her hand, the one that wasn’t still under Merrill’s.

It scared her shitless to cry in front of others, but Merrill was good like that. She didn’t flinch, didn’t make a comment, Raina just felt her hand on her shoulder, quietly guiding her to sit down on the floor and coming to hug her, holding her as she cried, cooing soft words of comfort and reassurance in her ear. She felt even worse for sending her off, that night, and it just made her cry all the more, curled around the smaller Mage and pouring her heart out as she never did since… Well, the last time she could remember, it was the night her father died. It lasted little, tho, she had to be strong for Garrett and her mother. The twins still too little to fully understand.

Merrill guided her up and to her bed, still speaking softly and telling her it was all right, everything was all right, there was nothing wrong in crying and she did her best, her very best and the city was safe because her best was more than enough. She let Merrill guide her and bring her around, unlace and slip of her boots and tuck her into bed, drying tears with a handkerchief she found on her bedside table.

All she managed to say to her, stupidly and childishly and if it wasn’t Merrill Raina would have just jumped out of the window to her death before admitting it, was just a croaking, horribly weak.

“Don’t go. Please.”

But it was Merrill, Merrill who was strong and unflinching as she was tender. So, she just smiled, kissed her forehead, reassured that she would have been here as long as she would have needed, and caressed her hair, humming a song very badly -she couldn’t keep a note- to her, until she fell asleep and all the tears she’s been saving for years, carefully tucked away as treasures, finally stopped pouring out of her.

[afraidofchange]

Thinking about some of Rama's sexual inclinations this fine afternoon...

Rama is someone who is often very reserved, described as a 'stick in the mud' kind of paladin, who, for the most part, plays by the book, right to the nitty gritty of the Oath of Vengeance. She may have lost her spark and become bitter and jaded, no thanks to her evil ex-wife, but she does what she does out of a moral obligation to herself because that's all she knows.

Meredith was, arguably, the first woman she truly fell in love with, envisioning their lives together as paladins of the same oath, adventuring the world together until they were old and grey and would retire to some cottage along the coast somewhere. After her deep betrayal, Rama found herself closed off, hurt and untrusting.

It took her a long time before even considering anything even so connectionless as a drunken hook up at a passing tavern she'd likely never return too nor see the woman in question.

Meeting Kaelehn Reynard many years later on a rather ill-fated adventure gave her a renewed spark. A happy go lucky half-elf ranger with a lively fox companion brought out that missing bit of joy in Rama's soul, and the two found an easy flirtatious rhythm that soon brought out those same feelings of love and joy again.

However, given Rama's experience and being a good number of years older, she wanted to perhaps settle in a little more together, but Kaehlehn had been uncertain, and they parted ways prematurely. Rama was again heartbroken, but at least she understood why.

In those years apart, Rama allowed herself the very human indulgence of sex and pleasure, caring little for feelings. At least in that way, she could pack up her things and move on with her journey and not worry about falling in with someone else that would break her already jaded heart.

(Only 7 years later were they reunited, and in her canon, have rekindled where they left off, quite content and happy to be together now).

When it comes to being a lover, Rama is very much the type to enjoy both giving and receiving, expecting it as such. Naturally, she is an independent type who enjoys taking initiative, and leading her partner, but she isn't opposed to someone approaching her in the same way either. As her preference lies solely in women, she has no real preference in how they present nor carry themselves; she likes all types of women, though tends to gravitate towards those who can hold their own - she may be a knight in shining armour to many people, but she does not need someone who she has to baby along either.

Sexually, Rama is most often sated with any variance of clitoral touch, oral (if done correctly), and some manual penetration (partner dependent - she'd rather that kind of intimacy come from someone she's gotten to know). Other sexual endeavors, like the use of toys (both in a D&D and modern setting) are often reserved for longer term partners (and in that way, she prefers wearing the strap but sometimes will receive it should the mood strike). She does not really enjoy any sense of extreme kink/BDSM, though enjoys some aspects of temperature play (she once hooked up with an ice mage and enjoyed it), and some light dynamic role reversal (verbal orders more than anything physical).

When it comes to giving, Rama enjoys a long foreplay, heavy kissing and touching, becoming all but enveloped in her partner. She's strong, and can often position herself and a partner in one smooth movement for better access, and enjoys cuddling after sex, even with one night stands.

She has only ever been with other women, though on the odd occasion her curiosity has raised its head - and just as quickly, reminded why she prefers the fairer sex.

[zalrb]

omg okay you mentioned in a post or a reblog (can't remember) the other day that you hated george and izzie on grey's anatomy. i'm watching it for the first time (22 and was too young to watch when it started) and i HATE THEM SO MUCH. it really bothers me because i like them both as characters, especially george, but the whole plotline is just so. ick. it kind of reminds me of xander and willow but much worse. in general every time george gets involved with someone it makes me like him less which sucks because i do like him outside of that but like. the whole thing with meredith was genuinely a struggle to watch and then callie annoys me pretty frequently but im' on her side against george because he's so clearly treating her like shit and now izzie?? like can the writers not just give him a relationship that doesn't suck to watch? i can't. and yet i also can't stop watching the show lol, it's addicting at least where i am in it (early days, i know it goes downhill Hard eventually)

LOL I actually don't think George and Izzie are comparable to Willow and Xander because I think Willow and Xander made sense and I think they were earned

George and Izzie was neither of those things and Katherine Heigl was notoriously against the storyline

That was kind of a big change for Izzie, wasn't it, after she was so up on her moral high ground," muses the actress. "They really hurt [Callie], and they didn't seem to be taking a lot of responsibility for it. I have a really hard time with that kind of thing."So why even go there? Heigl, who herself admits, "I don't really know Izzie very well," also states, "it was a ratings ploy. It was absolutely something that shocked people [and] wasn't predictable." Noting that Grey's is now in its fourth season and less able to surprise, she surmises, "Business is business… but I want there to be some cooperation between the business and the creative end, so there's some way of keeping it real."

When I rewatched the show a couple of years ago, the most grace that I could give the storyline, which was effectively head canon was that Izzie needed a distraction from Denny and focused on George and his marriage

I was disappointed in what they did to George and Callie because I thought they started off really sweet and could've been sweet.

[bisluthq]

ugh nat i need help. i totally cant get over swiftwyn, like ever since they broke up I’ve been more heartbroken ab it than I think they themselves are lol. Idk I think it’s just that they were such a perf couple and they seemed like such soulmates. like all the music she wrote for and with him, the way they looked so good together, and just the fact that they seemed so emotionally connected on so many levels. like they’re still my couple goals if I’m being honest lmao. idk I just can’t get myself to be happy over TK bc I’m missing swiftwyn. Like it’s literally just so sad. their relationship is literally my Roman Empire lmfao

honestly i think i need to separate myself from tay but like i love her music too much and it doesn’t help that i know the lore behind all of her songs. they were just the dream couple and i soooo wish they were still together

not to be one of those “love isn’t real” bitches but like that’s how I’ve gen been feeling for the past 6 months

idk i think it’s all the fact that I don’t know these people and will never receive closure because I’ll never know what happened. but idk it just hurts me on such a deep level for some reason lmao

pls help, even if you can provide any advice or closure would be appreciated like i feel crazy and don’t know what to do lmao

Okay SO I think you've analysed it very correctly - you're mourning something that existed in your head and it's difficult to get closure on something that's not yk real. For Taylor and Joe, breaking up was the result of falling out of love (which is normal but sad). For you, you're having to break up with Swiftwyn without ever falling out of love with them because, as you rightfully point out, you don't know them and weren't involved. You loved the concept (that's all other people's relationships can ever be if we're not somehow caught up in the middle of it). You don't have to stop loving the concept. It's not that different from idk The Doctor and Rose together or Meredith and McDreamy or idk that gay Supernatural ship.

So my advice is take a deep breath and allow yourself to still like them as a ship from when they're together. Them being broken up in 2023 doesn't mean you can't imagine 2016 them when Delicate comes on (if that's what pops into your head), same as you can picture Jake and Taylor when ATW plays and same as you can rewatch episodes of your favourite ships even when the couple later breaks up or idk the show ends.

Because we're operating with the concept, not with real life.

Now here's where it gets tricky though. We are liking concepts but dealing with real people - that's where liking celeb couples gets weird. So while it's perfectly okay to listen to Delicate and imagine the dive bar or look at the potato quality pap shots of them or whatever, what's not okay is harassing them or the recurrent "DAD COME BACK" jokes (which mostly stopped now that TK is around, which goes back to how this is concept not real life). Because like... they're real people who just got over each other and that's sad and I can't imagine dealing with my own issues and having strangers "mourning" it for me or telling me who I should date next. People are mad weird.

As for "love isn't real" - well, Hollywood love isn't really. The Notebook doesn't happen irl. I mean read this interview from Goldie about Kurt. Kurt and Goldie broke up/took separations in both 2000 and 2004. Then they realised that even though they pissed each other the fuck off, they're better off staying together, and here they still are now. One day, maybe they'll take another separation and stay apart after that. Who knows!?!?! NOT THEM. So certainly not us. Love is incredible and magical but it's also going to have ups and downs and require work and compromise and if the bad starts outweighing the good then it's time to find something else.

[sextonsharpwinhalstead]

Hi, I keep seeing you talking abut grey's anatomy so if you're watching can I know what's your favorite character and favorite ship ? Have a nice day or good night

Man, 18 seasons and I feel like I liked certain characters at different times with different people, for different reasons. Because there are so many seasons and characters and ships I dont have just one. I don't really have favorites of anything.

Currently I really like Maggie and I loved DeLuca too. They were one of my favorite ships and I hate that the show killed it before they had a chance to see where it could've gone. I like her and her new husband they make a good couple but I always wished we could've seen what would've happened. Most of my favorite ships on the show didn't last, either mired by death or tragedy (mostly someone being written off) they were sometimes incredibly sweet and then ended tragically usually not without bumps but they were some of my favorite.

Henry and Teddy

They had this casual flirtation and they married out of convenience because he needed insurance and expensive surgery and then it developed into something really beautiful and then he died. Teddy deserved that kind of happiness.

Izzy and Denny

Another patient-doctor relationship. Izzy risked EVERYTHING to be with Denny, stole him a heart, damn near got kicked out of the residency program all for love. Denny just made her feel beautiful and seen. Then as soon as Denny got the heart and the pink returned to his cheeks he died from a stroke. It was easily one of the saddest things seeing her curled up next to him as all of their plans, their dreams, just went poof.

Mark and Lexie

They were mismatched and Derek warned him to leave her alone but he couldn't. They had ups and downs and tried to make it work and they couldn't. When they finally made there way back to each other they ended up in a horrible small plane crash. Mark ran around helpless trying to save her and she died. He followed weeks later. It was some of the saddest episodes I ever watched. Those two deserved to be happy, together.

Maggie and DeLuca

They hooked up one day out of nowhere and they were really cute. Maggie got a chance to be youthful which is something she didn't get to do being a child prodigy. But then DeLuca did the mature thing because he didn't want her to favor him because they were sleeping together so he ended it. I always hoped they'd get back together but the show felt like sticking him with Meredith and then killing him.

Meredith and Derek

This ship had a lot of toxic elements, abused power structures, adultery, slut shaming, lying and hurting each other. But in the end they were each other’s big love and they had amazing chemistry. Derek's death left a huge hole in Meredith's heart and I cry a lot when I think of them.

Arizona and Callie

Although in hindsight there some major problems, like Arizona's bi-phobia with Callie, but there was something really sweet about them. I will never get over the way everyone called her Callie and Arizona would always call her Calliope. It was this little indicator that she saw her differently because she was different. They had a super sweet relationship but the wreck and Callie's inability to save Arizona's leg left the once happy doctor bitter and resentful. So much so she cheated with a very pretty doctor who was visiting (the real life wife of the actor who played Denny). For once a ship didn't end in death but it always broke my heart that they didn't work out.

Jo and Alex

That was his girl. She was made for him and they were a perfect couple and if Justin Chambers hadn't left the show I think they would still be together. He protected her in a way she desperately needed. The show threw him back with Izzy after he was terrible with her and I really don't understand why. They were AWFUL together. But Jo and Alex were really great and I wish that it had had a chance to really be what it could've been.