#but i forgive her and i hope she's slaying <3

[love-belle]

tujhe kitna chahne lage !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which the entire world is convinced that they do not like each other but it's actually quite the opposite.

or

for when they make you go crazy in a good way. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - another desi!reader bc why the fuck not!!!!!! hope you like it, i love you so much <3

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*liked by yourusername*

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username traditional clothes hit different and that's just facts

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username SHE ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

username lando rn: ur a vampire

-> username forgive me in my head that was wayyyyy more funny

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carlossainz55 i'm blinded

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mickschumacher your aunt (???) is setting me up with her daughter help

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username not the desi aunties trying to play matchmaker 💀💀💀

username i love her so much omg

username waiting for lando's comments before going on with my day like it's the morning news or something

landonorris you DO sparkle

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-> landonorris WAIT NO

landonorris you sparkle (🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮)

-> yourusername here lewishamilton

-> lewishamilton lando no

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landonorris imagine wearing silver on silver

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username i want what they have

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landonorris when y/n managed to *not* burn the kitchen down while boiling water

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username nah what in the enemies to lovera shit is this

username HIS SMILE OMG

username sunshine boy

username he's so adorable

username nah they're definitely together

charles_leclerc says the one who burned the hello kitten mittens

-> landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT and YOUR hello kitty mittens

-> charles_leclerc LANDO WE AGREED TO KEEP THAT OFF THE INTERNET

-> username me randomly discovering that charles loves hello kitty in the comments of a post about y/n from lando is so wild if u think about it

username hiii im new to f1 can someone please explain who y/n is and why do lando and her hate each other :)

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-> username lando and her have had a very *rocky* relationship since the beginning bc the first time they met, lando pushed her into the pool and then she pushed him into a fountain so !!

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danielricciardo this is not helpful in beating the crush allegations !

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username this comments section is WILD

username they're together idgaf they HAVE to be

username atp they're just playing with us

username no bc lando and y/n are SO iconic like from the moment they met to here like all of their public interactions are so entertaining

-> username one of them is always ready to throw hands with the other one and most of the time it's y/n

-> username nah bc i know my girl is DONE with his shit

yourusername you forgot how to crack an egg.

-> landonorris YOU CRACKED AN EGG ON MY FOREHEAD

-> yourusername HOW IS THAT RELEVANT RIGHT NOW

yourusername *when y/n is actually the love of my life

-> landonorris hahahahahahaha!!!!!!! babe what!!!!!!!!!

-> danielricciardo both of you are so dumb 😭😭😭

-> maxverstappen1 oh my god

-> charles_leclerc what just happened

-> username "babe" SAY WHAT

username im gonna go and walk my fish

-> username i suddenly need to iron air

username they're idiots (affectionate)

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landonorris she's mean but she buys me chocolate so ❤️

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username i am not okay

username IM SO

username HER.

username im heartbroken 💔💔💔💔💔💔 both of my parasocial relationships gone just like that

username nah bc she can fuck me up and i would say thank u and sorry for wasting your time

maxverstappen1 she's mean to all of us but she doesn't get us shit

-> yourusername aren't you like a millionaire

-> maxverstappen1 SO ARE YOU

-> yourusername lol i get p and kelly chocolates

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-> maxverstappen1 you're never getting to babysit p ever again

-> yourusername WAIT NO I'M SO SORRY

username they both said fuck soft launch

username ENEMIES TO LOVERS

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danielricciardo idk she makes me chai

-> landonorris didn't she almost hit you with a rolling pin because you said "chai tea"

-> yourusername it was honestly so deserved

-> danielricciardo i am TRAUMATIZED

username LOOK!! AT!! THEM!!

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username y/n posting a couple dumb pictures of lando and a cute one of them together and then disabling the comments while lando posts these MASTERPIECES is so on brand of them

-> username cool gf 🤝 obsessed bf

yourusername i am NOT mean

-> landonorris sure

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yourusername love u ig

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-> yourusername I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH

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yourusername hey ur kinda pretty

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username THESE BITCHES

username i feel like i've entered an alternate dimension

username ngl im gonna miss y/n and lando shit talking each other

[mr-president]

HIT THE SLAY BUTTON 🚨🚨

i was and am absolutely sick and floored that i couldn’t find a single drag queen jamie headcanon or design. i, frankly, absolutely despise designing things, especially fashion, so i grit my teeth and went into agony to deliver this concept.

seriously, how can you not look at this kid and go “a DRAAAG QUEEN???” anyways…here’s my design notes

if i’m referring to jamie in his drag persona, i’ll be using she/her pronouns as is customary with drag queens. and forgive me for any historical or chinese errors; i cannot read or write chinese i can only speak it, and my buddy vinnie stopped answering my questions after a while.

tentative drag name: xiao long bao—yun and yang are known as the white dragon (bai long) and blue dragon (lan long) respectively, but jamie’s title is a pun: “dragon” or “long” is the title, but the entire word “xiao long bao” jsut means soup dumpling. and that’s fitting to me as a nickname for jamie, but imo, it’s not a good drag name. it’s cute and it’s fitting, but it’s not vogue, it’s not a performance name. PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS IM BEGGING YOU

jamie really seems to like having chinese inspirations in his normalwear, so it made sense to me to have his drag persona be very inspired by hanfu (i believe this is uhhh tang dynasty; the one focused on very ornate patterns with the cross-body robes and emphasis on a waistline; though normally every chinese character pulls from song-dynasty tradition). since i’m not very imaginative, this look was pulled straight from Guangzong drag queen Yuhua Hamasaki

in that traditional chinese hairstyle, jamie has 4 loops in the back with the crown and 4 major pieces of clothing, and with every swig, the loop gets untied and a piece of clothing gets taken off (numbered in order of taken off) the top of the clothes is a zhiju (2, 直裾), dark purple with a reddish iridescent pattern, with a the red xiapei (霞帔) scarf on top. it’s tied with a “horse face skirt”—mamianqun (1, 马面裙) —giving that very long dress/skirt sillohette. underneath that is a jinru (3, 晋襦), another cross-body but shorter robe that’s red and hides the typical drag queen bodysuit (4) that she can then breakdance in.

i debated the logistics of breakdancing in drag heels, but turns out elektra fence has done it on drag race before so. i don’t need to justify its plausibility.

the other two designs are kind of jokes; i’ve (against my will) been forced to see that darkstalkers felicia jamie mod, and i think it’d be a really cool if this actually was a drag thing of his, especially with my hc that yang kind of treats jamie like a beloved stray cat. and felicia’s a performer and singer; i’m sure he could do it. i did adapt some things from felicia’s design; instead of an actual tail (or even a prop one)—which could fuck up jamie’s breakdancing routine—she ties her hair at the end, where it’s dyed white to act as a “tail.” i also hope you enjoy the paw high heel concepts i came up with.

i like jttw, it’s probably my favorite legend of all time and i blame sun wukong for 40% of my personality. but quan yin is absolute fucking mother, and we must pay tribute, so like with his usual routine, jamie strips and reveals the lotus dress underneath her robes.

yun and yang are surprisingly supportive of jamie’s drag hobby, and they’re willing to participate in performances or just show up to support; hence, i think they open up the quan yin act with a fight between sun wukong (yun) and the liu er mihou (yang) before jamie comes in and breaks up the fight by distinguishing the two. the reason for yang’s pensive expression is that, because sun wukong and liu er mihou look exactly alike, then yang has to look like yun, something he despises. would require heavy convincing, but i think he’d eventually budge.

i think jamie’s drag attitude (and attitude in general) reminds me a lot of wesley snipes—an actor typically in hypermasculine action films, who played a very flamboyant drag queen. i’m referencing his role as noxemma jackson in “to wong foo” of course; everything about snipes as noxemma absolutely reeks of jamie, and i could see this being a major inspiration and influence for him

i thought a bit about jamie on rupaul’s drag race, and i concluded that he would fucking hate it. drag queens are viscous, and jamie’s good at quipping insults back, but he’s also used to being able to throw hands afterwards. i can imagine he’d say things like “even the most aggressive, dangerous street fighter cannot match the viciousness of these girls.” i also think he would not like rupaul because rupaul is racist and the judges don’t like cultural performances.

ah yes. the lesbian fucking love drag queens. drag in general—they show the fuck up. jamie in drag would summon every dyke with a 50 mile radius immediately, tips and drinks in hand to be given.

anyways, someone please tell me i’m not insane for this idea that is totally canon, peer reviewed, no notes.

[clownsalot]

yea ok i know im not the only one voicing concerns over amane getting forgiven this trial but. i am actually so worried for what'll happen if she is so im going to talk about it anyway

longish post?? i think?? so uh. read more

- on the one hand, the one everyone talks about: shidou's physical safety. this one's obvious

you can argue that amane is 12 and shidou is a grown ass man more than twice her age but also;;;; a lot of theories ive seen of amane also include her victim being an adult. 12 years old or not, there's a lot you can do with a weapon when you catch someone off guard, and shidou isn't exactly fit to fight someone off, even a 12 year old on adrenaline. also given how he's working himself to the bone keeping mahiru alive and taking care of fuuta he's probably not going to be all that alert to his surroundings either. though with kazui once again innocent leaning, hopefully this concern can be set aside for a while.

- on the other hand, what worries me more (ie making me shit my fucking pants in fear) is that there's another real threat amane poses that can't be solved by kazui being forgiven: amane is trying to convert fuuta.

(from fuuta's 2023 birthday timeline on the wiki)

shidou's safety can be accounted for, but whay about fuuta? fuuta, whose mental health is going to shit and at an all time low; fuuta, desperate for anything that'll give him a sense of safety and security? right now fuuta is a textbook example of someone vulnerable to cult indoctrination, which amane will happily provide. there was also @vampuppyy 's post (that i agree with and also makes other good points) that mentioned this could be compounded if amane is forgiven as well. hell, fuuta's second trial voice drama is even named BAPTISM OF FIRE.

if amane is forgiven this trial, someone is definitely getting hurt.

- the threat amane poses aside however, i do have my own reasons for voting her guilty this round beyond her potential to hurt someone. and it's that i don't think forgiving her is actually going to do her much good??

(amane's second trial voiceline, also from the wiki)

she says she'll forgive us for trial 1 and to think about our verdict again carefully with the implication that she expects to be forgiven this round. i think forgiving her this round will do nothing but just tell her 'we were wrong to not forgive you the first time, your cult beliefs are right actually. thank you for your generosity, please take this as an apology for our mistake' which does nothing but reinforce her belief that she's righteous in her cult mentality, especially if we're right about her murder being partially motivated by her believing her victim also broke one of the cult's tenets. she's going to turn out like muu singing about how 'it's not my fault' won't she?

i get why people are forgiving her this round and im not saying it's wrong (honestly good for amane for killing her abuser!! you go girl slay), but imo it's not the best decision to make right now given the circumstances. of course milgram's strict innocent/guilty system doesn't allow for any kind of nuance, and i do realize a guilty won't be good for her either, but i think doubling down on the guilty and not forgiving her this round might be the better decision in the long run. if we still want to forgive her, we always have trial 3 to do it anyway

(honestly i think if we wanted to forgive her it should've been in trial 1—but there's nothing we can do about that anymore, all we can do now is play damage reduction trying to fix what went wrong after the trial 1 results)

so uh. yeah that's all the reasons im guilty voting amane this trial 👍 i hope this was coherent

[livvyofthelake]

ok! sidequest from january complete! i am right now the world's biggest expert on the lightning thief and i will no longer be this person in three days when it all leaves my brain so let's get into it now. i reread the book (have not opened it since eighth grade, also i started it in january made it halfway through and this week had to go back to the beginning because i forgot it all), watched the show (ok. i watched 6 episodes as they came out and then didn't do anything until last week), and rewatched the movie with fresh eyes. and i have to say it's good i didn't finish this in january, that wasn't the right time for this... i was being kind of a hater then. or at least. i wasn't being a forgiver. this time around i feel like i was in the best place imaginable to devote my time to this franchise i ordinarily don't care about. like i was very forgiving and loving and viewing it with a lot of fondness... i didn't even do that back in april when i read the nico book damn. couldn't even extend the fondness to my favorite guy.... that's not even true i think my favorite guy in this franchise is annabeth i just used to think it was nico back in the day because i think after pjo i didn't consider her a real character due to her being so entrenched in the mythos of the series. idk. i was weird about picking favorite characters back then i never thought i could pick a main one. idk. let's not dwell on the trenches of ages 12-15. do not worry about how that line of thinking impacted my relationship with tsc we aren't getting into that weirdness rn

ok so now i'd like to go through everything about the lightning thief (yes, specifically only the lightning thief. i'm not reading the other ones and i'm not watching that second movie...) and talk about which version i liked best and the pros and cos of everything <3 stay tuned if you want to read a longgggg ass post! if not. well gtfo damn

if you can believe it i’m actually about to be a movie hater and a show apologist. i know like. how bad is my life rn that it’s come to this. anyway. let's get into it....

characters:

percy- i'm gonna say the best percy is book percy. i mean naturally he’d be best in the book it’s his book he’s the narrator and protagonist and we all loved him in middle school!! and i think the show version of him definitely stayed truer to a lot of what makes the book charming and loveable, but i also think the movie version kept much of the character’s spirit alive too, just in an older way. i do think his age plays a role in the character and while i don’t think aging everyone up for the movie was a BAD choice i definitely think it was an impactful choice that changed a lot about the nature of the story in many ways we can get into later if we remember

annabeth- show. by like. miles and leagues and lightyears. the way leah sava jeffries DEVOURED that role and left no crumbs is utterly insane. that girl is a future academy award winner. she’s a future egot even. if she wants to do theater. she’s like. a once in a lifetime talent and i really believe this. have you ever heard the ways she can devour the single word “yes”? if not you couldn’t possibly hope to understand how hard she slays. anyway i like show annabeth best because the show diverges from the book and movie’s single perspective and kind of opens it up as an ensemble narrative, so she gets her own scenes that aren’t being seen through percy’s eyes, which REALLY adds nuances and depth to her that she doesn’t always have in this franchise. i know she has povs in heroes of olympus i was there. i am currently talking specifically about the lightning thief though. and the thing about annabeth in the lightning thief is that she is weird... she's such a little weirdo.... she's stalking percy around camp because she wants so desperately for him to be the one that can take her on a quest and she wants sooo bad to go on a quest and prove herself.... the movie gave almost none of her freak tendencies it's a tragedy... the way that girl acted in the movie was NOT a proper display of the qualities that landed her in the timeless video..... and leah i look forward to seeing YOUR freak ass in the 2026 remade timeless video <3

grover- i’m gonna say movie because i think he’s funniest in the movie. but show is a close second because in the show he’s sooooo sweet and adorable and it makes you go awwww groverrrrr… and he has those big brown eyes and big smile and you’re just like ohhh he’s just a baby…. actually i think it’s a tie between movie and show because both of those qualities are equally important to the character

luke- show. there is something about jake abel’s performance in the movie that makes me want to punch him in the face soooo bad. and when i was rereading the book i sort of realized like. wait we actually are supposed to like this guy and sympathize with him without him being an annoying Popular Guy… and charlie bushnell’s performance in the show really gave that in a delightful way i didn’t appreciate when i tried watching the show before rereading the book. the show really does give you a sense of his conflict between really truly caring about the trio and his ultimate moves against them. i think letting annabeth be there at the Reveal that he framed percy for stealing the lightning bolt was a crazy decision that went HARD. like. she’s his sister… he would always be on her side… until he wasn’t…. it was crazy you had to be there i think

chiron- i’m gonna go with movie. because i think in the book he’s forgettable and in the show he’s forgettable (sorry but. i watched it two days ago and i don’t remember a single thing he did or said) and in the movie he was pierce brosnan. as a centaur. what if sam mamma mia was. a centaur….

medusa- i know they want me to love the show version. like ok yes she slayed she ate i enjoyed how they changed the story there it was kinda cool it kinda gave hansel and gretel in the witch’s house. but i HAVE to give it to uma thurman let’s all be fucking real here. also. percy pulling out his ipod touch as a mirror… well that’s cinema. unbeatable.

echidna- was not in the movie because the movie swaps out the st. louis arch for the nashville parthenon. but i am going with show. because that shit was Crazy. i’ll get into it in the Events section of the post

hades- book. the movie makes him The Villain for easy film storytelling reasons which kinda sucks but from a movie adaptation perspective makes sense but still kind of pisses me off. and in the show he felt insanely underwhelming idk

persephone- ONLY appears in the movie. and i’m including her here to complain about something very specific. the reason she was not there in the book or show. is because this story takes place in the weeks before THE SUMMER SOLSTICE. persephone. would not BE. in the UNDERWORLD. on the SUMMER. SOLSTICE. i never even realized this about the movie until this week i’m hardly a greek mythology expert ok i wasn’t thinking about it that much. but now that the book reminded me i’m like. now why did the movie include persephone. on the summer. solstice. like one of her most main things is that she would not be there. probably her most main thing actually. that’s crazy.... like who was on that. who did that....

poseidon- gonna go with. book. show version didn’t Give anything... he was legit just some guy. i think i feel this way about all the gods in the show. except maybe hermes because well crucially that WAS lin manuel miranda… and i don’t like him in the movie because a) that’s literally just owen grey’s anatomy my mortal enemy owen hunt. and b) the movie decided to portray the vibe as like. poseidon wanted to raise percy and stay with his mother but couldn’t? which. well no he did not actually. and trying to make percy this. One Exception to the idea of gods not caring about their kids and making sally the exception to gods not really long term loving the people they have children with. it’s just ridiculous to me. percy isn’t an exception because his dad loved him he’s an exception because his mom is awesome. and sally does not give a fuck that poseidon didn’t like. marry her or whatever. idk. i just don’t care for the way the movie handles that i never have

zeus- gives nothing to me in all versions. peace on earth.

last on the list but first in my heart. the one and only sally jackson- SHOW. by leaps and bounds. i can’t get too into it but she’s SO AWESOME in there… she’s SO COOL. she gave jocelyn fairchild in many ways… she taught percy about greek mythology because he would need to know this someday... she raised him to be ready for the storm....

events:

minotaur- show. this is so tied to how much i loved sally in the show. literally hold fast and brave the storm…. i'm gonna cry again

capture the flag- show. let’s be serious the movie’s version of it was dumb and FILLED with so many bad annabeth moments…. i watch her in the beginning of this movie and i go wow she would not say that! she wanted him on HER team…. she wouldn’t cut him with a sword… also. what i like about the show version is that AFTER they won was when annabeth just. shoved his ass in the water like um sorry has to be done! and it was real

starting the quest- show…. i loved when chiron was like i've assembled all these cool potential kids you could select :) and percy didn't even listen to their names he just said um i want annabeth please! but he wasn't that polite he straight up just said her name no fuss about it he said i want this freak on my team. and my bestie grover <3 and grover wasn't even like an option percy just wanted him on his quest soooo bad... because they're best friends btw if you haven't heard!

medusa- MOVIE. next

st. louis arch- show… the way annabeth volunteers to fight off the chimera and percy does that thing where he pretends to let her and hands her his sword but then uses the sword to pull himself into where she's standing and push her back into the stairs to get out... that was crazy stuff! also i loved the part about them going to the arch not just because annabeth was obsessed with architecture but because the arch was a temple to athena. like i think that gave such a cool opportunity to give annabeth some character moments and showcase her relationship with her mother, the way athena allowed the chimera to attack because she was mad at annabeth for letting percy send medusa's head to olympus... damn these gods are bad parents!

water park- SHOWWWWWW NO QUESTION. i never gave a fuck about the spider shit they did in the book that was all lame but the way they changed it for the show slayed the house downnnn omg.... percy getting trapped in that golden chair so annabeth can get ares' shield, instead of taking the shield back she tries to get him out until hephaestus himself comes out and tries to make her give up...and then her speech to him was sooo excellent it was so ANNABETH it was so thesis statement on her and percy's dynamic it was so good.... "it isn't how it should be! it isn't! eat or be eaten, power and glory and nothing else matters! ares is that way, zeus is that way, my mother is that way.... he isn't that way..." she doesn't want to do this quest the gods way! she wants to save her friends! god guys it was so fucking good....

lotus casino- just going with book here. underdog pick i know. i just don’t want to involve myself in the discourse that WAS happening in january. i was there on tiktok it was annoying as hell i’m removing myself from the narrative. i will say that in a sense, levitating by dua lipa is kind of the poker face of our time. in a sense.

underworld- book. we are at a point in this post where i don't care enough to really write a paragraph on the parts that don't interest me as much. so. yeah

the pearls- ok. the thing the movie did with the pearls was make them the whole plot. they went to medusa’s place and the nashville parthenon and the lotus casino to get the pearls to escape the underworld. but the whole deal with the movie is that there wasn’t a Quest like the books they were going rogue to save percy’s mom. so why did they never question that they were looking for three pearls to ultimately get four people out of the underworld? like. come on guys you’re not this stupid… and in the book and show the pearls were given to percy by that water lady. but in the show she gave him 4 and then they lost one which i thought was stupid like couldn’t we have just done it how it happened in the book where he was only given three and had to leave his mom behind trusting that once he found hades helm he’d let her go? anyway. whatever. book

fight with ares- pretty much all the same. only notable difference between the book and the show is that the book leaned way more into the “percy is a fugitive” thing than the show ever did so the fight had spectators in the book. which worked for the book but i do think in the show would have gotten too complicated in many ways

olympus- book. actually idk. all versions are kinda the same deal who cares

luke betrayal- show! in the book he just takes percy out to the forest and sets a monster scorpion on him… lame! in the show he pulls out a sword and fights him himself… which i decided was better than the movie ONLY because i liked show luke better than movie luke. but the final fight in the movie is sick too

ending- i think. they are equally good. the movie doesn’t conclude at the end of summer like the others so it’s ending is more. not ambiguous. but like. less conclusive? the movie ends after they return the lightning bolt not at the end of the summer so it never has the part where percy has to decide to stay at camp or live with his mom. but the movie does lowkey imply he's staying at camp. which is crazy i mean he loves his mom.... anyway. it's still a good movie ending. between the book and the show there's not much difference actually.

in conclusion, i don't have a favorite but i will say i'm probably not gonna read the book again while i might rewatch the show. and i have already seen the movie many times. so if you wanna evaluate based on that metric there it is. i don't have an opinion on which is the Best because adaptations are complicated and these are three different mediums. i think it's a great middle grade book, a good 2010 ass movie, and a sort of middling tv show. i know i favored the show for a lot of things up there but ultimately it's just not a great tv show. it's a streaming service original that gave the author of the book and his most annoying and rabid fans too much say in the adaptation process. it's a really faithful adaptation. and we got a bunch of really good tiktok edits out of it. but is it a good television show? no.... i mean if you want to feel like you're watching the book it's good for that but it you want to watch a great tv show it's not the vibe. you understand!

i'll leave you with this sick edit for right now <3

[mildiva]

So I’ve Decided To Start A Blog About Music And Parties

the idea came to me on a break at work after leaving my phone at home, my mind never clearer… i should be blogging about music. pitchfork is dead, first of all, and third of all it’s something i cannot live without, so why not?

I’m not sure of the “” format “” this will take but right now i’ll just write things as they come?? and part of my love for music is of course parties. they’re still so life giving to me and i still think nothing is better than dancing with gay ppl some of whom are my friends and hearing them dj. some of them are even good! it’s just spaces of eternal and endless flowing love. anyways.

arianka is back!! when i first heard yes, and?, i thought “alright miss grande this is cute!” and it’s grown on me ever since. I’ve been anticipating this album, seeing what direction she would go. i’ve been listening to sweetener every day for the last few weeks mostly because the eating 4 free series on ariana recontextualized her… everything, i guess?? i’d always seen her as just like a Nickelodeon product industry plant which as a certified quirky-not-like-other-girl syndrome haver did not interest me. i was still listening ofc but i wasn’t invested like i was in say lady gaga (and oh how the tables have turned on stefani the pharmacy tech but i digress!) anyways the five part e4f series on her, how she got started with looping covers of imogen heap on youtube, her serious involvement in the production of all her albums, really digging into the pain and scrutiny she’s been through from her time with The TV Producer Who Shall Not Be Named to the donut incident (which i always thought was a slay) to the literal Manchester bombing, her relationships especially with mac miller… not gonna call myself an arianator or w/e but i am a fan now, especially after relistening.

before i get into the album i just want to say this: the music video for we can’t be friends was adorable! it’s very sad that we don’t get music videos anymore because they’re not profitable or useful for marketing. still haven’t seen the yes and video but i’ll get to it. my main point is that give evan peters a stingy little mustache, grow his hair out a little longer, and he could pass for spongebob slater! so many people on twitter are mocking him for his looks/ariana for being with him but gassing up evan. look, ethan is… not a guy i would approach in a bar let’s say, but i’d let him buy me a drink, you know? and if we’re to believe ariana on supernatural and ordinary things, they have something special! tweets will go viral about “every hot girl needs a medium ugly bf” but she’s not allowed to do it? anyways.

if you detect a pivot in tone here, it’s because i’m no longer blogging with a sour cream donut and 3/4 of a dunkin latte with oatmilk and nothing else fueling my body, sun glowing through the clouds and full of optimism.. there’s a harried blogging now while i try and finish this before i hop in the shower to get ready for a hookup tonight. also, i’ve been thinking and listening to eternal sunshine again, reading and digesting lyrics and of course many many stan tweets about it.

first, i’d like to amend something i stated earlier that i refuse to edit: evan peters represents dalton her ex(?) husband, not ethan. (side note: i wonder if she’s thought back to the line in thank u, next where she says she hopes she’ll only get married once. either way the song is still a smash!) i of course forgive my confusion because, for reasons unknown even to myself, i assumed the majority of this album was about the forbidden romance that soon overflowed into her public relationship with spongebob, but it’s not! this is very much a breakup album and nobody is bored in it.

i’m really fascinated by this because ariana took such a turn in disappearing from the public eye after getting together with dalton (which was certainly aided by the pandemic). as a non-stan, i couldn’t tell you what little she HAS been putting out, but if the inimitable joan summers couldn’t find pictures of her for a two year period, it’s safe to say she was lying low. and yes there have been jokes and supposition about “ariana wasn’t allowed to talk about the divorce as per their agreement but she sang about it~~” BUT! if we take that into consideration (and also rely on the journalistic analysis of e4f), most of the negative press and comments came from dalton and his camp. divorce agreements and technicalities of speech aside, i think she chose a much kinder way to speak about their relationship. even she says she wishes she hated him (knowing very little about their relationship, I’m happy to hate him off of the line about him turning the tv up on her crying) but she doesn’t! even with songs like the boy is mine, supernatural, and ordinary things, she really details a story of a relationship disintegrating with both her and dalton finding other people. it’s certainly not the cheating homewrecker story everybody was running with months ago. even if the arianators turn on dalton, he’s still spared any real damage to his reputation because she doesn’t paint him as a monster, scoundrel, narcissist, etc. not to get too “a man can laugh but a woman can only chortle” about it, but i hope people who wrote ariana off listen and reconsider that despite the tabloids and the lyrics, none of us know what went down in that marriage.

okay but what about the music? this will maybe be the shortest part of this blog (oops!), but I’m really fascinated with the narrative around and in the album. the music, I’ll probably need to listen for another week before i have anything worthwhile to say (i need to go full geek on it). keeping it brief, it felt very airy. sonically it sounds like the imaginary room the cover was shot in: spacious and full of sunbeams. something about some of the songs (wait for your love and yes, and?) felt very 80s to me, but i’d need a psychoanalyst to explain that to me. you still hear an rnb influence throughout, but why wouldn’t you? obviously the boy is mine, but true story as well with the bass straight out of “pony” by ginuwine and a drum pattern (pattern, not sample, don’t get it twisted) similarly to “don’t hurt yourself” by beyoncé. my personal favorite of the album was imperfect for you, but i’m a sucker for a pedal tone that creates dissonance, what can i say?

if you’ve actually read this far thank you? im amazed that you read a 20 mile long blog that frankly, is not even well written yet. xoxo 🐇

[bookhighlightss]

King of Sins series review

★ King of Wrath (Book#1)

1. So I read this book after book 2, 3 and 4 and wow this might be my second favourite book in the series.

.2. MILD SPOILER THIS MAN GOES DOWN ON HIS KNEES FOR HER!!!! WHAATTTT??? AND BROUGHT SUSHI FROM HER FAV RESTAURANT SO TO HER OFFICE SO THEY CAN EAT LUNCH???? Damn

3. I love the character development. Something about ana Huang writing broody cold men just hits different. She just KNOWS how to perfect it.

4. THE ASIAN HOUSEHOLD TRAUMA yesssss. As an asian who has to deal with ALL OF THAT it felt so good to read what you feel on paper goddamn.

5. The first book of a series is usually not my favourite but this one was. It was amazing and I read it in one sitting. To say I was absorbed into the book would be an understatement.

★King of Pride (Book#2)

1. I love how their story starts off in king of wrath and then into this. It was hilarious.

2. This book was funny ngl. Also love Isabella's snake. Like yesss she slays.

3. KAI YOUNG BEING THE ASIAN CUTE NERD WAS NOT ON MY LIST OF THINGS THAT WOULD HAVE ME GIGGLING AND BLUSHING. his OBSESSION with latin translation 🥺 he's perfect.

4. I gotta say he was the only guy in this series who didn't disrespect his woman unlike the other king of sin men which is such a green flag>>>>

5. I gotta say this book isn't my absolute favourite bcs I just didn't FULLY love the vibe of it but yea it's a hundred percent amazing. I mean it's Ana Huang she outdid herself.

★King of Greed (Book#3)

1. Omg omg omg I think this has to be my most favourite this far. I was hooked from the first page. This was my first second chance trope book and it definitely served.

2. I love how Alessandra stood her ground and tbh her pov in the first chapters were kinda sad. Like girl I was pissed for her???? I was like don't u dare forgive him????

3. Love how Dominic got his shit together and actually realised his mistake. Like yesss I'm here for the grovelling.

4. The way I was absolutely obsessed with them is crazy. I don't wanna give anything away about this book because everything feels like a spoiler but I genuinely love how both of them worked out their flaws and actually worked to be together.

5. I love their love story and reading this book was crazy because I didn't know a side to pick??? Like both of their reasons were understandable???? So far my most most most most favourite couple. I've been trying to find books as good as this one with the same tropes. Also the way it's lowkey (super lowkey) kinda similar to the k drama queen of tears?? Idk just me idk but these two couples have my heart.

★King of Sloth (Book#4)

1. Okay I love a girl boss and sloane is one.

2. I love how obsessed Xavier is with her and knows little details about her that he gathered over the years by observing her.

3. Ummm without giving away any spoilers I just hope that the shoe was clean and new hehe ( I put the book down for 10 mins when I read it )

4. The grovelling was amazing and I absolutely love how he actually used his talents to do something and reach his potential.

5. The mommy and daddy issues were issuing.

[amiedala]

SOMETHING HOLY

CHAPTER 10: An Absence

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of blood, canon-compliant violence, possession, explicit content

SUMMARY: Something has followed her here. Nova feels it. It lingers in the corners of her concave body, haunting around the folds of her limbs. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t want to shake it away. Quietly, so quietly that she barely allows it to make a sound, she thinks: Say my name again. Please. Bring me back. 

“Novalise.” 

She startles. 

She is expecting—she’s not sure, actually, what she’s expecting. A Jedi, of some sort—Ezra. Leia. Luke. Herself—Andromeda, Not-Nova, Novalise. But it’s Din.

She is not in the throne room. She is not looking in the mirror. 

She is in bed. She has not moved. 

And Din is bent over her—reverent, devout. As if in prayer.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HAPPY SOMETHING HOLY SATURDAY!!! i am once again asking you to forgive me for my extended absence but i hope this chapter makes up for it <3

If you're new here, Something More & Something Deeper are the first installments in this series, available on here & ao3!

When Din dreams, it is always of her. 

Tenfold. In spades. Novalise and her smile—brilliant. Ebullient. Warm. Makes him see colors he didn’t know existed. Makes him feel light in places it could never once touch. He dreams of tracing her skin with his fingers—unburdened from his gloves. Freed. Calloused pads of his hands, glancing off the brown map of her. Her, her, her. He is obsessed with the way she smells—of freesia and coconut, water and midnight. There is something sealed within her skin, Novalise, something Din cannot give a name to. 

He puts his mouth to her.

In every dream, it is not enough. To drink her, to steal kisses off her mouth—to capture her lips with his own. To make her moan, to tease that sound into the open air. To split it. “More,” she’ll cry out. A sweet, sweet symphony. Warm. Heady. Needy. He always obliges. He needs her, too. Needs her like air. Like water. Like blood. Fundamental to his being. He wants to breathe her in like oxygen. He needs to keep her upright. He will sit at her knees like a dog. He will slay a thousand men for her in battle. He dreams of splitting her open like a pomegranate. Of feasting on whatever nectar and honey she offers to him. In every dream, she is infallible. 

In every nightmare, that is not the truth. 

It sluices inside of her. 

This thing. This… demon. This untruth. Whatever is living inside of Novalise, whatever has held her captive since they left Mandalore, on this path to save Ezra—it is not entirely her. It feels like it’s holding her hostage. Like it has her captive. 

Right now—right now, Nova is gone. Whatever is here is not her. It is a hollow point.

An absence.

Din always dreams of Novalise. But the nightmares… The nightmares have followed them both to reality. 

Tonight, Din does not dream. He sits in their bed, in this tomb, a tangle of blue and grey sheets, and watches his Nova sleep, a guard dog, a sentinel, every muscle coiled tight. Wind blows in from the window, the moon slung low in the sky. Like even it is mourning. He is not thinking like himself. He’s threaded through with metaphors and fragments—ones that Nova has left him, threads she’s started. Pieces. She is not entirely herself, right now, and Din needs to fix it. He does not think like this. He does not think like she does—these metaphors, these flowery words. 

He does in her absence. He is her soldier. Her pit viper. And her translator. 

There are two things, only two of them, that Din knows with absolute certainty right now. They’re laid out in front of him. Sprawled, more like. This is what Din knows: 

Novalise is not entirely Novalise.

And Novalise is sleeping, so he isn’t. 

She looks peaceful. For the first time in weeks, she looks peaceful. Her eyebrows aren’t furrowed down the middle. Her cut lip, the one that’s been permasplit since they left Mandalore over a month ago, is finally healed. Her hair—freshly washed, he did that for her, earlier, when he found her staring somewhere past her own reflection in the mirror—is hanging off the other side of the bed. In oblivion. She’s in one of his old shirts—one she lived in when he was just a bounty hunter and she was barely Nova yet. When Mandalore was a planet that meant nothing to either of them. When all of this was barely a blip on the horizon. 

Din drags a hand over his face. He’s exhausted. His hair—it’s long. Longer than it’s been in months, starting to curl up at the edges, and he hasn’t shaved. Nova of the past would have giggled, pushed his head between her thighs, wore the chafing of his facial scruff like a badge of honor—but now, he barely goes anywhere without his helmet. He stares out the window, at the stars—odd, that he can see them in Mandalore’s permanent haze—and is surprised at how his heart yearns for the open conquest of space. Needs it. Howls for it, like a hungry animal.

Like hers does, usually. 

But Nova is buried under sheets and blankets. Nova is asleep. Nova is out of time, out of space. Nova is not here—Nova is out of commission. Something else has taken over.

Nova, next to him, makes a small noise. He stiffens, but she sinks back into it. Silence, once again.

A lot of it.

Din shudders.

He blinks—and he’s in a memory. Just for a fleeting second—it’s right before they left, in search of Ezra, Nova’s forehead pressed to his, Din begging her, without words, without armor, because he couldn’t rein it in, because it was selfish, because—

“One day,” Nova had whispered, “one day, we will save the world, we won’t fight another war, and you and Grogu and I can live the rest of our lives under Naator’s pink sky. I promise you, Din.” 

Din watches himself, across the room—like it was yesterday, like it was a million years ago. His hologram, his apparition—it gives her a sad smile, hand grasping her chin, tipping it up to meet his eyes. “But you’re a fighter. It’s who you are. You aren’t…just going to leave. It’s not in your blood.” 

“You’re a Mandalorian.” Nova’s eyes had softened, melted into that warmth that coaxed him into battle, into anything, into everything, “and fighting is part of your religion.” 

“Yeah,” Din managed, kissing her on the mouth, lips lush and full against her own, “sure, it is.” She didn’t hear him, then. She was already gone, out the door, mission in her head, game plan laid out in front of her. Nova the Jedi, Rebel, Mandalorian—it didn’t matter which colors she wore, the flame that blazed out from her was always that same golden. But Din had said it anyway, said it aloud, because it was the truth—that whatever holiness the Creed once held for him had been replaced. Replaced by something stronger, something more. Deeper. Holier. Nova left the room, but the light she left behind her still lingered, and Din’s words did too: “But I don’t worship the fight anymore. Just you.” 

She didn’t hear him. But he said it anyway. 

*

There is nothing in Nova’s dreams. 

Nothing to cling to. 

It is a wasteland. Anathema. Anesthetic. Stark, hollow, tundra. She is out in space, but there are no stars. There are no planets. There is nothing. Blackness. No—emptiness. She is—

Nothing.

No yawning chittering noise, no laughter, nothing at all. 

She is undone, a ship without a rudder. She is Novalise. That is all she knows. 

Because she can’t see anything—not the enemy, not herself—just that persistent, unfurling darkness.

Even in her dreams (are they dreams, this nothingness? She cannot say, not for sure), it settles like a pit in the center of her belly. 

In the distance, something watches over her. A tether, perhaps. A way back from this lightless, unsung place.

And then a small, sweet noise rings out—like a bell, like something she can’t name— 

And Nova wakes up. 

He’s there. He’s right there–tangible, breathable, it’s all she feels. Nova jerks awake, and Din swallows her whole, engulfing her like a wave. “Hi,” he whispers, and she sinks into him, melting into his skin, the blanket kicked around their feet. A tangle. A swaddle. “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

It is. Okay. There’s nothing in her nightmares. Nothing in her mind. Odd, eerily silent. She doesn’t say anything. She just lets herself be held, pressing her lips to his unarmored skin. The smell of metal that always clings to it is absent. Devoid. He smells like cotton and soap and smoke, and, as always, faintly of cinnamon, but no metal. Nothing of the battle they just fought. 

Nova sighs. A small, exhausted noise, tangled in the back of her throat. It is the only sound in the crypt of their room—so huge, this room. A mausoleum in comparison to the cramped starships they’ve been snared in for the last few weeks. She curls tighter into herself, into the nest of his arms. 

“What’s in your head?” Din’s voice—it’s so soft. His hands, tangled in her hair. He’s begging. He’s trying to disguise it, in this whisper, but she can tell. He wants her to talk.

And Nova wants more. Wants him rougher. Wants him to yank at her, to knock something loose. To bring her back, because distantly, she recognizes she is not here. But she cannot move, not being kept like this, so she lets herself be held, feeling the corded muscles of his arms keep her in place. Tethered. Anchored. For now, it is all she can bear.

“Nothing,” she murmurs, like a litany. Like a mournful song. Nothing, nothing, nothing. An absence. That’s what’s in her head. It’s terrible. It’s beautiful. She stares at the ceiling. It stares back. Off in the distance, she can hear a tap dripping. It reminds her of something—a distant, faraway memory, one she cannot recall. She blinks. It disappears—the memory, the sound. Either. Both. 

Nothing.

Din squeezes her tighter, tighter still. 

Something jumps inside her skin. Her pulse, maybe. Nova can’t say for sure. 

Staying awake is so draining. Sleep strangles her, takes control. Pulls her back under. 

She lets it.

*

A knock at their door. Staccato. Like gunfire.

Din is up in a flash. Like a lightning strike. He has the Darksaber, threaded in the meat of his palm. It’s not his anymore—it’s hers. He’s confiscated Nova’s weapons now. Holding them on his side of their bed. He doesn’t dare to think too long about what that means. 

It’s Bo-Katan. On the other side of the door. 

There’s no enemies on Mandalore—of course not. This planet—chock-full of Mandalorians and Rebels, and everything in between, now—is the most well-defended in the entire galaxy. He has no idea where Thrawn’s fleet went, after decimating Hoth. They blipped off somewhere. Ezra’s explosion disabled their hyperdrive, if it was even functional after reappearing in the galaxy. 

Ezra is… elsewhere. Din isn’t sure of the details. He doesn’t actually care. He was more concerned with keeping Nova alive, then keeping Nova upright, then keeping Nova Nova. 

He blinks at Bo-Katan. She gestures to him impatiently, flapping her hands like a bird until he follows her into the hallway. “How is she?” Her voice is quieter out here. Muted. His ears are still dulled from Hoth, from the explosion out in space, and he can’t tell if Bo-Katan is actually, miraculously, being quiet, or if he’s just… underwater, still. Shipwrecked. From all the violence.

Belatedly, Din shakes his head. “Sleeping,” he manages. It’s rough, like flint. “Don’t want to wake her.” A beat. “Tell me we don’t have to wake her.” 

Bo-Katan shakes her head. “No.” She swallows. “Not yet.” 

Silence. Din crosses his arms over his chest. He feels smaller without armor. Undone. He doesn’t like anyone seeing him without it, except Nova. Even Bo. Even after everything. But she isn’t looking at him. She’s making a very pointed effort to not look at him, actually. Something flares. A warning sign, low and guttural. Din narrows his eyes. “What?” 

She blinks, still looking away from him. Averting her own. 

“What?” It’s sharper now. The word. He’s still angry with her for what she said down on Hoth. Her pointed knives. The way she hurled them at Novalise—unfit to be making decisions. Essentially, unfit to rule. It’s the truth, and they both know it, but Din is terrified. Din is terrified, and Bo-Katan is hiding something, and this is so much bigger than Nova just being tired, or afraid, or unequipped to face an enemy like Thrawn. Because Thrawn is not made of strange energy and Force magic. Stuff that Nova’s made from, too. He is made of shrapnel and cunning and danger, and he is smarter than all of them, and he has an army that outnumbers and outguns their ragtag group by thousands. 

“Bo-Katan,” Din prods, lower this time. Threateningly. “I don’t want to force it out of you, but I will—” 

“When we landed,” Bo-Katan says, low and frantic, “you and Wedge went into the base. I didn’t. Because Nova was fighting with the air, Din. Talking to ghosts. To nothing.” 

He stares. “What?” It’s stupid, and too late, but he says it anyway. “The Force—”

Bo-Katan shakes her head, rigidly, rigorously. “No. Not how she…talks to Ezra. Or Luke, or Grogu. This was not Nova in her head, speaking to visions, Din. This was Novalise haunted.” 

The word cracks something horrible and cold down Din’s spine. He freezes, ice ricocheting through his veins. Sluicing. He does not move. He does not breathe. It catches in him. An oil spill. “Bo—” 

“When I grabbed her, she came back.” Bo-Katan swallows. “I told her to get it together. She said, ‘you saw her, too’?” I think she’s seeing…someone. Sparmau, maybe? Another dark acolyte? A witch? I don’t know. But whoever it is, whatever ghost, whatever spirit is chasing her, it’s got her, Din. It’s inside of her.” 

Din blinks at her again. “Bo-Katan,” he repeats, moving through quicksand, slowly, stupidly, so stupidly, “Sparmau is dead.”

Bo-Katan, to her credit, does not laugh at him. “It doesn’t work that way,” she says, softer than he would have, if their positions were swapped, “for Jedi.” She swallows. “And it doesn’t…work that way for…spirits, either. I didn’t believe in it. Once. As recently as—shit, Din, you know what?” She laughs. The sound is shrill, and it pierces his eardrums. “Too recently. It doesn’t matter. I do now. And you should, too.”

Din sighs, dragging a hand over his eyes. He’s tired—so tired. “Ghosts…spirits, I mean—you’re not serious—” 

She surges forward. Like a lightning strike. Grabs him. Knocks him off kilter. It all happens so fast. Din falls back against the wall, breath whooshing out of him, rammed right out of his lungs. There’s a fury in Bo-Katan’s eyes, burning bright like a pyre, and fear ignites in Din’s chest. In spades, it comes, as rampant and dangerous as the ice that froze him out just a minute before. All the exhaustion that was pulling him under a second ago—gone, now. Adrenaline has taken over. She is clutching at him like a viper, nails digging into his skin underneath the thin fabric of his tunic. Din wheezes as Bo-Katan leans closer, pupils dilated. “Magic,” she hisses, “is real, Din Djarin. And it is darker and more horrible than anything you can imagine.” 

She releases him. Din’s knees sag. He pushes her away. “Maker,” he says, roughly, “what is your problem?” 

To her credit, Bo-Katan looks ashamed. She tucks her hair behind her ears, wipes her mouth with the heel of her hand. “There’s something wrong,” she repeats, softly, “with Novalise.” 

“There’s something wrong with you,” Din spits. 

Bo-Katan cocks her head to the side, considering. “Probably,” she acquiesces, “but Din, she is not herself. She is not okay. The woman sleeping in your bed right now looks like Nova, talks like Nova, kisses like Nova—” she looks away again, eyes fluttering off somewhere faraway, “—but she is buried underneath something else.” Bo-Katan takes a half step backward. Lets him go. He can still feel her claws around his collarbone. Despair flares in the pit of his stomach, even as she releases him. “I’m going to gather the troops. Start putting a plan in place. If we’re going to fight back against Thrawn and his army, we need to be strategic about it.” 

Din stares at her. “That’s Nova’s job.” 

Bo-Katan smooths her hands over the pieces of her mismatched armor. “Well,” she says, her voice as even and level as ever, “she’s not here right now, is she?” 

And with that awful double meaning, she leaves, and Din’s alone in the giant ornate silver hallway, as silent and as cold as a tomb. 

*

Nova wakes up without startling. 

It’s the first time in a month that panic does not hang over her like an omen. With a cleaver, an axe, a maul. Her eyes open, remembering how Hoth was decimated—silently. Not exploded, not razed to the ground like it would have been if she were there in person. It was so quiet. It was like she was watching from a galaxy away. No one made a single noise. 

Muted. Anathema. 

Hoth, gone. 

An entire planet—a home, her home, in part, Wedge’s in entirety, for the last chunk of his life—wiped clean. A hole where an entire planet, an ecosystem, used to live. Breathe. Exist. 

Nova should feel something. Should be crying. Should be undone—unhinged, unfettered. Should be banging the war drum down in the room where her throne is. Should be addressing her people—the collected, ragtag group of Rebels and Mandalorians alike who have put aside their differences to fight for their galaxy, who have cohabitation on this planet because so many other ones, Mandalore included, have been glassed down to bone and ash, have been blown to nothingness, because the Empire have decided it is their turn to stand at the forefront of the galaxy. She should be burning bright and angry. She should feel the sun inside of her—the one she swallowed a long, long time ago—ready to propel her forward. 

Nova feels nothing. 

Anger, sadness, exhaustion, fight, want—nothing. 

She stares at the ceiling. She tries to conjure something. The panic in her chest back on Hoth, that slick death drop, the seize running red-hot through her veins, the parallel vision of the Not-Nova—it’s distant. A slate wiped clean. 

“Stay here with me, Nova,” Din had pleaded, back on Hoth. It rings through her skull like a mournful bell. An echo. She feels like she should feel something at that. She blinks at the ceiling, feeling her vision flood back in. Din’s words peal through her head again, over and over again. She tries. She really tries. Everything is murky. In flashes. She closes her eyes. The images flutter through, shutterstock. Her stomach, a gaping wound. Running smack-dab into beskar on Nevarro. The death rattle of Din’s breath when he nearly died from Sparmau’s poison dagger. Grogu’s three-fingered hand pressing against her temple. The Jedi speaking to her in the Kyber cave. The first time Din’s lips pressed against hers. Getting left on Dantooine. Sparmau shooting down her parents’ ship. Her first kill. Not-Nova’s teeth, black blood spilling like silt down from that otherwise perfect smile. Hoth’s destruction. Bo-Katan and Wedge and Din all tied up and bleeding. Nova, impaled straight through. Nova, looking at herself in the mirror.

Nova, not looking back.

“Novalise,” something whispers.

It’s Din.

And something else. But his is the only call she answers.

“Yeah?” 

“Are you hungry?”

She shakes her head.

She can feel him moving next to her. He pulls her in again, a tidal wave, and she sinks into him, a shoreline, a shoal. Something to cling to. Nova lets herself be small and absorbed. 

“You need to eat something.” 

Later. She thinks this, then mouths it, into his skin. Her lips press against the warmth of him, and Din sighs into the open air of their bedchamber, folding her tighter and tighter into him. She does not feel trapped, but she could, if she could feel anything at all. She wants to connect to him, to connect to anything, but she just registers, dully, that the man she loves is holding her. Nova blinks, willing for sleep to take her again—that dreamless tundra. 

“Later,” she murmurs, out loud this time, and Din nods. 

She sinks. 

She does not dream. 

She does not go anywhere at all. 

*

Hours pass. Then a day.

Then a week. 

Din tries to wake Nova up. She does not stir. She breathes, regularly and uninterrupted, but if it weren’t for the even, steady rise and fall of her chest, she could be dead—a sleeping queen of legend. He does not move. He does not know if Mandalore exists beyond their bedroom. He sleeps in fitless bursts. He dreams in only nightmares. He checks in on Grogu, then begs Wedge to keep him safe, keep him away. He is afraid of everything—afraid Nova’s nothingness will overtake their child, afraid Nova’s nothingness will overtake him. Afraid Nova will not come back. Afraid that Thrawn will find Mandalore. 

Surely, if he reappeared here, somehow, this sinister villain outcast to another galaxy, he could find this planet, too—but Din doesn’t know the details. He never cared enough to understand the lore. Everyone in these parts speaks in fucking riddles. He was too stubborn to learn at the outset, he was too jealous to learn when they went after Ezra, and he was too worried to learn when Thrawn actually showed up, and Bo-Katan is talking about ghosts, and Wedge’s home just got blown to bits, and Hera’s pacing down in the war room, and he doesn’t trust himself with his own kid, and the love of his life is in his bed and not here at all. 

Din presses his hands in his eyes until he sees stars. He wants to go back. He wants to go back to the beginning—no, not the beginning. The beginning is useless, because he was a lesser man at the beginning. He wants to spin the thread of time back a few months ago, when he had not yet made all of these mistakes. He wants to put his foot down and make a decision that would have hurt Nova in the moment but saved them all in the long run. 

When he married her on Naator, when he undid her under the pink skies—he should have kept them both there. Locked them there, preserved them. Not forever. They aren’t kept animals, either of them. They can’t stay in one place for long. They can’t handle not being on the move, not being able to exercise the respective albatrosses hung around their necks. Din’s: hunting. Nova’s: helping. Both have been wrung out, turned into hubris and sharpened ino scythes. Pitchforks.

But they left. They left Naator. They left safety. They came back here, and they went into the darkness, and the darkness came after them. Swallowed them whole. With teeth. And now they are in the belly of the beast, and he does not know how to get them out. 

“Stars,” Din whispers, into the crypt of their bedroom, because he’s still thinking like her. These are not his thoughts; not his crosses to bear. But he cannot untangle them. He cannot put them down. He looks at Nova. She has not moved. She is drowning in charcoal fabric, swaddled in his shirt. Her hair is a black halo, ringlets dripping off the bed. An oil spill. The permanent furrow of her eyebrows has settled into peace. Her eyelashes, as long as his thumb, are closed. Not fluttering. 

Her chest rises and falls. His heart seizes in his own ribcage, like it’s trying to make its way over to hers. 

“I love you,” Din whispers, like that will make it hurt less. Like that will bring her back into herself. 

Nova does not stir. Nova does not do anything. 

Din shoves himself out of bed, into the bathroom. He locks the door behind himself, turns on the fresher, letting the steam of the water fill the room before he begins to cry himself, like that’ll take away the hurt, the pain. He looks at his reflection—something he never does, can never bear to. 

He wants to punch the mirror out. Something about it feels wrong.

Haunted. 

He doesn’t. But it lingers, even after he returns to bed, to Nova’s sleeping form; follows him into his dreams. 

*

“Din.” 

He blinks. 

His hand is clenched around the fork in his hand—tight, so tight that the metal is beginning to warp. 

Wedge is looking at him with a level of concern he usually only reserves for Nova. Din drags his hand over his face. His hair is long enough to shield his eyes. He doesn’t look back at Wedge. He has a hard enough time with eye contact with the helmet on, and even on Mandalore, even in the privacy of the quartered rooms of the palace, Din doesn’t like to be bare-faced. 

Especially with how on-edge he’s been. 

It’s been two weeks since Hoth was blown to shrapnel. Nova has not yet woken up. 

“Sorry,” Din mutters, letting the fork clatter to the table. 

Wedge swallows. He has not adapted into wearing Mandalore-issued clothing like the rest of the Rebels have—very small numbers, the ragtag group gathered here. Less than a hundred, all considered. Barely a squadron, let alone an army. Nova would call them scrappy. Nova would find a way to beat Thrawn’s entire fleet.

Nova has not moved from their bed.

Din squeezes his eyes shut. A tinny, droning noise has not stopped whistling in his left ear.

Bo-Katan and Hera have been down in the war room—talking strategy, communicating, making a plan. They’ve been vocal about it to anyone who will listen. They’re dividing and conquering, that much is clear. A bipartisan effort. Mandalorians and Rebels. Nova would love it. 

Nova is breathing, and nothing else.

Din clenches his jaw. 

Thrawn has not shown up. Not one signal. Not one note. Nothing. No freighter, no frigate, no part of his fleet. They have all vanished again—no one can figure it out. Not definitively. They have wasted hours debating it, though. Hera’s theory is that when Ezra disabled the Chimaera’s tracking ability, it also disabled every sensor in the fleet. A blessing, in the moment—a curse, in the long run. Bo-Katan thinks that Thrawn has intentionally kept every sensor offline. Easy to have the upper hand on a group of unsteady, outnumbered, unprepared people when they’re all gathered in a single location, don’t know where you are, and have no way of tracking you. 

Din does not give a fuck about any of it. 

He does not care about Thrawn’s whereabouts. He does not care about Ezra’s reappearance and subsequent disappearance. He does not care about the plans that Bo and Hera are hatching. He does not care that Nova called for Leia two weeks ago and Leia has not yet shown, even though Wedge is taking this as a personal affront. He does not care that Luke Skywalker is, once again, nowhere to be fucking found. Wedge is even more upset about this, which Din is sure Nova would have an answer for, too, but he cannot understand. He does not care about being left out of the planning. He does not care that Bo-Katan is still angry at him, evidenced by the way she slammed the door in his face when he snapped at her about magic again this morning. He does not care that they are all grown adults acting like teenagers. He does not care that he should likely be the one making the decisions as Nova’s husband, previous Mand’alor, and second-in-command. He does not want to.

He does not care about anything except that Nova will still not wake up. And that when she wakes, she will either be the level of angry she was when she was asleep for three months—bereft, betrayed—or she will still be haunted. She will be here, but she will not be Novalise. The mere idea of it—it makes the blood in his veins run ice-cold. 

“Din.” 

Din looks at Wedge. “Yeah.” 

Wedge is studying him. Carefully. Din kind of wants to hit him. Wedge is Nova’s friend, Din reminds himself. Then, belatedly: Wedge is my friend. 

“Can I talk to you about something, or are you going to punch me?” 

Din blinks at him. Wedge is wearing an orange jumpsuit—still, still, even though it’s stained, and he’s washed it, lovingly, painstakingly, and Din’s pretty sure this is the one that Wedge nearly died in on Corellia. But Wedge is wearing this perma-stained Rebel jumpsuit rather than hand-me-down Mandalorian clothes because Hoth got blown to nothing. His home planet just got annihilated, a fortnight ago, and he’s wearing Rebel orange, stubbornly, relentlessly, in the same way Nova always does, no matter what, even if it’s tattered, even if it’s shredded, because it’s who they are. Din swallows. Shame creeps up his neck. “I wouldn’t punch you,” he mumbles, sounding painfully juvenile, “c’mon, man.” 

A small smile flits across Wedge’s face. “Or stab me with that fork?” 

The fork, inexplicably, has found its way back into Din’s fingers. He isn’t even eating anymore. He drops it. Swallows. Then, to prove his point: “No stabbing.” He clears his throat. “Not my, uh, violence of choice.” He winces. He’s not good at conversing to begin with, and without Nova to practice with, he’s rustier than usual. It lances him. Such small hurts, but they add up. 

Wedge’s smile widens, then subsequently fades. “On Hoth,” he begins, haltingly. He stops, laces his fingers together, tipping his head back against the wall, gathering his thoughts, then resumes. “On Hoth, Nova was convinced there were…others.” 

Din feels his hackles come up—hackles, and a creeping, eerie feeling. “Yeah.”

Wedge’s eyes don’t meet his. “There weren’t.” He says this definitively. 

Din doesn’t speak. 

“Bo-Katan didn’t… There wasn’t time to check, but I ran scans. I knew how to do it, barometrics, the pulse meters, everything. I helped configure a lot of it. I lived there for the last ten years. I knew everyone who frequented that base, and barely anyone was a full-timer anymore. Everyone was either serving the New Republic off Coruscant, off in other fleets, in space, on Hosnian Prime, or…” 

Din watches Wedge carefully through the curtain of his lowest-hanging curl.

“Nova said she felt them,” he whispers, finally, and that eerie feeling skittering down Din’s spine is back. “She said she could feel other souls there. But there weren’t, Din. There was no one on that base except the four of us. And if I had been able to run the barometer from the Ghost, I would have saved us all the trip.” Wedge pauses, takes a shuddering breath. “And if I wasn’t…I should have gone down alone. I should have taken the risk. Me. Alone I don’t remember why we all went, but if it was me, Din, if it was me that made Nova make that call, I’m so sorry—” 

“Stop.” It’s hoarse. Ragged. Din doesn’t mean to cut him off, but he does. 

Wedge’s mouth is hanging open midair, but he doesn’t keep talking. 

Din sighs. “I knew,” he says, miserably. “I knew there wasn’t anyone else.” 

Wedge’s mouth closes. He swallows. “What?” For a second, there’s utter silence. 

Anger surges through Din like electricity. Not at Wedge—at himself. “We got down there and there was nothing. There was nothing. No warmth. No rations. No electricity running other than what was needed to keep the base operational. Wedge, no one had been there in weeks. Months, even.” 

Wedge stares. 

“She told me before we dropped down that she wanted to fight. For Hoth. So I thought—I don’t know. Something’s been off with her.” Din sighs, rubbing his eyes hard enough to see stars. Angrily. “I know that, Wedge. I know how wrong Nova has been.” 

“Since Hoth,” Wedge says.

Din laughs, high and mirthless. “No,” he says, “No, I wish. No. She has been wrong since the second we left Mandalore. Since we ventured after Ezra fucking Bridger. Since we went on this masochistic mission to once again put Novalise in charge of saving the entire damn galaxy.”

Wedge looks at him. “Din—” 

It’s gentle, so gentle, and Din wants to scream. Wedge is absolving Din of his sins, and Din cannot be saved. He deserves the burden of this grief. “Wedge,” Din says, “Nova is behind those doors, but she is not there. Nova is not in there. When she went out into that storm on Hoth, she left some piece of her behind.” Tears prick at his eyes, furious and heady, and Din wants to burn Mandalore down too. “I can’t fix it,” he whispers, “I can’t fix it, and I can’t go back, and it’s too late, and I have no fucking clue how to bring her back to me.” 

Wedge is quiet. Then, faintly: “What did she say?” 

Din stares at him. “What?”

“When she said she wanted to defend Hoth. How did she say it?”

Din swallows. “She said,” he whispers, “that she wanted to fight. She kept repeating it. Since we left Mandalore—I want to fight, I want to win. That’s all she said. Over and over. Like a prayer.”

“Like a prayer,” Wedge whispers, “or like an omen?”

A chill ricochets down Din’s spine. “What?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Wedge—”

“Forget it.”

For a second, neither of them speak. It’s dead-quiet in the palace. Mandalore itself is a tomb.

“When you found her in the storm,” Wedge whispers, “was Nova still Novalise?”

Din squints off into the distance, trying to remember. “Yes,” he says. “She said—she said ‘something’s wrong with me’. For a second, she was vivid. Clear. Lucid. And then it all vanished. It’s like—fuck, Wedge, it’s like the light’s been blown out of her. She’s been—extinguished. I’ve never seen her like this before. She’s disappeared.” 

Wedge looks at him. “Bo-Katan thinks she’s possessed—” 

“I cannot hear,” Din snarls, “that right now.”

Wedge, to his credit, does not flinch. “Maybe she’s buried underneath it, then. Grogu could try to—”

“Under what?” Din asks, exasperated. He’s almost yelling, tears flooding in again. “I can’t—I can’t have this conversation. And no. No, I’m not letting Grogu near her. Not until I know if she’ll fly off the handle. Besides, if she won’t wake up—” 

“Din,” Wedge says, gently, “I think… I think we’re…we’re out of our depth. We can’t get through to her. If Nova’s not waking up, if she’s in this altered state, this might be beyond our ability.”

Din looks at him, furious. “Leave.” 

Wedge, for the first time, looks genuinely hurt. “Can I…could I see her first?” 

They’re standing right outside of their bedroom. It would be easy to let him in, but Din doesn’t want to risk it. He’d rather come off selfish, horrible—than Nova suddenly waking up, Bo-Katan being right—her hands, Jedi-powerful, clenched in a vice-grip around someone’s throat. If Nova is to strangle anyone, hurt anyone—it is Din, and Din alone, who deserves that punishment. Din stares at the floor, tears flooding and collecting on his bottom lashline, refusing to fall. He shakes his head, staccato. Drawing a line in the sand.

Wedge looks on the verge of tears himself, but he squares his shoulders, gives Din an understanding nod, and moves to leave. He raises his arm, like he’s going to reach for Din’s, and then decides better of it. When he rounds the corner, Din slides down the wall, spitting mad and heartbroken in equal measure.

Dusk falls. He makes his way back into the bedroom. Much, much later, he sleeps.

In the quiet, quiet dark of the night, Nova opens her eyes. 

*

She rises. It is past midnight—she can tell. The moon, if there was one to see, would be slung past the sky’s peak. On Mandalore, though, the night is just haze. Nova wipes sleep from the corners of her eyes, looking over at Din. Something strums low in her chest—she thinks it’s her heart, but she cannot say. She rises from their bed—blue-grey curtains fluttering in a phantom breeze. 

She waits. She watches. 

Nothing moves. Not Din. Not the night.

Not even herself. 

It is pitch-black. Sepulcher-dark. The palace of Mandalore is more like a mausoleum at this hour—nothing there but vantablack. The absence of light. When Novalise finally moves through the hallway, it’s on muscle memory alone. She levitates down the stairs, barely making noise. She pauses at the foot of the ornate staircase, head tilted. There’s noise filtering in from somewhere—a melody she can’t place.

But—no. No, it’s not there, after all. Nova keeps moving. Her feet are bare, grounded against the cold slate of the floor. She glides into the war room, the heavy thunk of the gilded door the only sound in the entire palace.

For a moment, it floods back into her. The feeling. It haunts—it remains. It stuns. Being in power here—how it tastes in her mouth. It has the ability to bring her to her knees—a valiant, stunning roar. But it is a fleeting, ephemeral glimpse. Just shutterstock. Just a supercut. A mirror-image of a life before. A butterfly effect. 

Nova blinks, and something shifts, and it is gone. Something roils in her stomach, then settles. Like a shadow in the corner of her eye. Like a dream that slips out of reach after waking. She remembers—something, but it’s hazy. 

She remembers remembering, and then that too vanishes. 

Then she is just a woman, standing in a ghost-filled room, staring at an empty throne. In the middle, bisecting the living and the object—a holotable. A metaphor, a thing that is both living and nonliving. It blinks, faint blue light pulsing from the corner. Yawning. Aching to fill the room. Transfixed, Nova lets herself be pulled forward. She presses the button, and the room undulates azure, spilling blue into the sky. She watches as maps, battle plans, profiles, pictures, translations, schematics rise—all overlap, tumbling forth into the room. Something ancient and faraway tugs in her chest. A battle scar. A distant star. Feel, it seems to scream. Wake up. 

She doesn’t. She cannot. There is a block where Novalise lives. It settles over her heart like a hull of a ship, cutting through splintering ice, through eternal waves. It does not break. It does not move. It is protective, and it is resistant, and it is shatterproof. 

But the holotable—this projection—it yearns. And Novalise stares. 

She stares. She keeps staring. It is not in the tangle of documents projected in the sky. No, it’s in the absence of them. She is looking at something, yet again—something she recognizes, but cannot name. It is nothing. It is the nothing she is living in—this blue-white in-between, this star-stricken nowhere, this memory-ridden wasteland. 

A world of sorts, yes. Not a planet. It is another thing entirely. 

Like it lives between the fabric of space and time. 

Nova inhales, reaching out into the space, this veil, this world between—

It disappears. Vanishes. 

She is upstairs. In the bathroom. She is free of bruises, of shattering. Of any cracks at all. She smiles, showing all of her teeth. Then, like a lightning strike, she appears—radiant. Glowing. A goddess—a saint. A future version of herself. Then she vanishes. No reflection. An absence. Then just black blood, sluicing through, a high, shrill laugh, and Not-Nova snaps her teeth. Her reflection, putrid, rotten. Not herself at all. Nova closes her eyes, exhausted.

When she opens them, she is just looking at herself.

The issue is—Nova has no idea who that is anymore.

Something has followed her here. Nova feels it. It lingers in the corners of her concave body, haunting around the folds of her limbs. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t want to shake it away. Quietly, so quietly that she barely allows it to make a sound, she thinks: Say my name again. Please. Bring me back. 

“Novalise.” 

She startles. 

She is expecting—she’s not sure, actually, what she’s expecting. A Jedi, of some sort—Ezra. Leia. Luke. Herself—Andromeda, Not-Nova, Novalise. But it’s Din.

She is not in the throne room. She is not looking in the mirror. 

She is in bed. She has not moved. 

And Din is bent over her—reverent, devout. As if in prayer. 

“Novalise,” he whispers, and he brings her hand to his face. There are tears streaming down his cheeks—a ritualistic kind of cleansing. She stares at him, fear pooling inside her chest, that this, too—this too is a dream—

“Am I here?” The question is so heavy. So weighted. Three little words—what a force they hold. 

He looks at her and Nova feels something spark to life inside of her chest. Tinder and flame. A tiny blaze—a glimmer. She does not move. She is afraid of what weather her body will bring next—a thunderstorm, a tsunami. Her breath: captive in the hollow of her mouth. Her teeth chatter. 

“Din,” she breathes, and he stifles a sob. 

“Fuck,” he pants, the syllable broken. “Are you—are you?” He stutters over it, the question. Somehow, miraculously, Nova knows. She knows what he’s asking. She knows. It surges back into her. 

All of it does. It crashes into her like a shipwreck onto shoreline. She feels it shatter in her chest. That hull is piecemeal, now. She feels it all—Hoth’s destruction. Her splintering. Not-Nova’s takeover. Her absence. The loss of everything—Hoth, herself. Thrawn’s radio silence. Ezra’s reappearance and subsequent disappearance. Wedge’s grief. Bo-Katan’s unsettling. Din’s horror. Her utter nothingness. Everything in her head—warring, spiraling, circling like vultures. She is surging—like currents. Electrical or oceanic, she cannot tell. All she knows is that right now, Nova is in control.

She needs something to cling to or she will go nuclear again. Her hands tremble. 

“Nova,” Din whispers, her name an act of desperation. 

She surges forward, knocking her lips against his. 

“I’m here,” she manages, between kisses. “I’m me.” Her teeth sink into his bottom lip. “I’m yours.” It is a litany. A promise. A spell. She cannot decide. Their room is pitch-dark and yearning, stale with sleep and prayers and half-promises to gods that don’t exist. Din’s body is hard-wired and all hers. It melds to her, melts into her own. He is repentant. He is pious. He is pliant and yielding, made to mold to her grip. When his mouth is pried free from her vicelike grasp, it’s only to moan her name. 

“Nova,” Din sighs. This time, it sounds like a prayer. Or a plea.

Neither of them can tell the difference. 

She yanks him to her. “Please,” she whispers, her mouth open and hungry, pumping air into his. His lips are trembling. His hands are shaking as he clutches her closer, closer. Din Djarin is on his knees in front of her. The room, around them, is still a crypt—the moon has gone behind a sable cloud. Night slips in through the window. 

There is no wind. Nova is bluntly aware that the pant of Din’s breath mimics the way the curtains would flutter in the breeze as he rips the sheet away from her, uncovering her like an ancient, precious object. 

“How long?” 

He does not answer. His lips detach from hers, hinge down her jaw. His teeth—incisors pinching her skin, puncturing sweetly as they lance her collarbone—make Nova’s eyes roll back. Her gasp is guttural. Her legs open, unaware, undone, and Din moves closer. His palms are rough. He is unarmored. 

She registers this dully, too. 

Nova tries to look at him, but the room is so dark. It feels, she realizes with a burst, a jolt of lightning threading through her pulse, so much like the early days. She is giving everything—he is worshiping her in the pitch-black. They both belong to each other, but there is an un-evening of scales. Especially in the darkness. Especially now. 

“Din,” Nova breathes. 

His mouth travels low, lower still. He rips his tunic off her—Nova lets him, eagerly. Needs him to. Lifts her arms up over her head. She feels his hands lace in her hair. Rooting there, entangling in her curls to drag her lips to his, just for a moment, because it’s unspeakable. 

Panic, again. 

Something even more dangerous below it. 

“Din.” It’s found its footing, his name. Nova does not want it to stop—his hands wrap around her throat. He does not squeeze down. He braces there, making her see stars by touch alone. His thumb on her pulse point, the other hand trailing down over the twin scars paralleled across the map of her belly, then lower, lower, over the seam of her cunt and the stars multiply, but as Din’s tongue traces the same lines, Nova’s clarity seeps in. 

Like blood. Or poison. 

And it burns. 

“Din.” 

“Please,” he says, and it’s absolutely a plea this time. If she could see his eyes, Nova knows they would be as black as the night around them. And filled with tears as equally as need, because she can feel them spilling around her thighs, can feel how ravenous he is, how terrified he was, and she is torn between anguish and want, too. She is outside of herself with pleasure as her Mandalorian feasts on her. Bisects her with his mouth, wraps her legs around his neck, pulls her closer, tighter, higher. 

Nova moans, the sound loud and desperate. Thready. She’s close, and everything she was feeling—the panic, the need to know how long she was out of time, how much she lost—it all slips away. It’s just them in the universe. Din curls his tongue up and inside her, and Maker, that’s all she needs. She cries out, back arching off the bed, and he unravels one hand from where it’s curled around her hip to press it flat against her belly, spread-eagled against the full surface of it, thumb digging almost painfully into the fresh unearthed tissue of her scar. She’s a goner. Nova sees stars. She pants, hair sticking to her face, pulling desperately at Din’s own curls—long, so much longer than she remembers, and panic flares again, but then he’s licking at her again, and the salt in the wound lessens. 

“Come here,” she whispers.

Nova can hear the grin in his voice. “You first.” It’s so low. Gritty, as if from disuse. 

“Already did,” she pants, and then she’s tugging at him. “Come here,” she repeats, murmuring, tugging him upwards, her force unstoppable, her allure irresistible. Din can’t resist, can’t fight the pull of her, and then he’s hovering over her, bracing himself for the inevitability of her warmth, her eternal sunlight. Novalise is the sweetest form of addiction. 

Nova knows the exact moment it happens. Something flickers inside of her, a switch turning on—but instead of flooding her with warmth, it’s like the opposite seeps in. Darkness there, nothing more. Before, the overtaking was gradual—seeping. Growing. Poison, an oil slick.

Not this time. She is distinctly aware of the takeover. 

*

Din hears it before he sees it, because all he can feel is Novalise, his Novalise—and his eyes are closed in ectatsy—and then the dripping, tinny humming in the back of his ears is back, and his eyes fly open. It’s starless and black in their room. 

One still second of silence. Din inhales. And then— 

She is herself, then she isn’t. Novalise is there, and then an absence, and then something else entirely. 

There is no light in the mausoleum of their bedroom. The holy ritual of their kisses—the desecration and consecration in equal measure—has been knocked off-kilter. Has been interrupted. 

Nova’s hands wrap around Din’s throat. And then Din can’t inhale at all anymore. 

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I HOPE YOU LOVED IT!!! so so so sorry for the delayed upload—i was finally doing SO well with consistency and then i went and fucked it! life has gotten in the way—mostly in lovely capacities, just the standard imbalance of my inability to truly manage resting/traveling/working/celebrating/doing exciting things/writing personal projects that i can turn into actual publishable work (fingers very crossed on this one(!!!!!) but you have my word: this story will ABSOLUTELY be finished. i am not a half-ass kinda girl—if i go MIA, it's simply because i cannot dedicate the time to writing SH in the way i believe it deserves to be written. this means the world to me and more, so i want to do it right.

as always, i cannot believe people are still here and reading—THANK YOU, truly, from the bottom of my heart. i am going to make an effort to finally respond to all of your sweet, lovely comments—every time i try, i get so overwhelmed because they mean so much and i cannot find the words. just know i read every one and keep them locked in a little screenshot vault forevermore. THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE! I LOVE YOU!

i cannot promise when Chapter 11 will be up, but i promise that it will be soon!!! <3

xoxo, amelie

[008luna008]

hello here are my esc 2023 opinions <3 we voted for the ones that have their numbers written down

Austria

the beat is SICK, the harmonies are too

8,5/10

Portugal

why is she wearing PINK GLOVES, catchy?? but a bit monotonous

6/10

Switzerland

love his blazer, like his voice but I don't think I'll remember this

6,5/10

Poland

boringgggggg, no. nope. WHY DIDN'T THEY CHOOSE JANN

3/10 (because like. it wasn't BAD.)

Serbia 05

slay, love the fit love the shoes, wait this is cool, love the stage show

9/10

France

that's an esc outfit for sure, it sure is a Choice to not have any dancers

6/10

Cyprus

the show is really dramatic for such a boring song

6,5/10

Spain

i think the girlies are doing a better job than the others

7/10

Sweden

my friend said "whoa she's so hot" and tbh I don't see it but I support the gays, is this her real hair???

8/10

Albania

like the idea like the culture but the music is mid

6,5/10

Italy

love the background dancers, also LOVE his motorcycle, where's the FUN?

7/10

Estonia

nice blue suit, THIS IS STILL NOT FUN, sigh

5,5/10

Finland 13

THERE'S THE FUN

9,5/10

Czechia

feels a bit like a kpop group? but I think only because they all look similar to me, why are only three of them holding microphones???

8/10

Australia

I've expected them to be more fun, they should've done the whole song more metal and not so split up

7,5/10

Belgium 16

the black background dancers >>>>, this feels really esc

8/10

Armenia

ok I was sceptical but this is developing into something

7/10

Moldova 18

this is so cool, I love it?? flute? dancing? girls with half circles?

9/10

Ukraine

techno stuff with a nice show, song sadly not that convincing

7/10

Norway

her fit is green?? slay

8/10

Germany

ok we do not have a great track record so forgive me for having hope, this is not bad? I like the setup and the song is good too, not a winner but not a last place imo, at least it's standing out

8/10

Lithuania

please carry your sadness out the door and not on this stage, like the dancers

6/10

Israel 23

love how she pronounces phenomenal, I want the outfit, this is sick??

9/10

Slovenia

wannabe-maneskin

7/10

Croatia

ohoho, is this the one show we'll keep talking about?

7,5/10

UK

her shape is so weird?? has noone told her about shapewear???

4/10

[liviasdrusillas]

domina episode 8 thoughts

drusus’ death - so obviously the most pivotal moment was drusus' death and even though i wish to god they had just kept the horse accident, i thought drusus' last scenes were incredibly well-written and ewan's acting was also incredible. the way he wasn't afraid of death and embraced it while also trying to comfort his brother and antonia was so touching. literally bawled like a baby <3

drusus and his children - i really love that they showed a few scenes with drusus and his children to show us that he was not only a faithful husband but a faithful father, someone who loved his children and was close to them since the trait is something that his son reputedly inherited. i'm really looking forward to hopefully seeing the parallels between drusus and his son germanicus in future seasons!

“my beautiful love” .....antonia's love and fierce protectiveness of her husband absolutely broke my heart because there was nothing she could have done no matter how vigilant she tried to be

julia and tiberius’ son being a bastard is an interesting take as is the way he died....v interesting.

livia’s outfits - she was out here looking like an empress in her first outfit with her hair up & slayed the entire episode

tiberius saying if anything happens to drusus, he’ll never forgive livia is setting up a huge plot point next season because it's clear that not only does tiberius have any personal interest in livia's schemes but he's now likely to see her responsible for his brother's death

drusus was one of my favorite characters and i'm so incredibly sad to see him go. i love the way the show contrasted him with tiberius and i thought his character was so charming, i'm going to miss him v much

gemina came back for the warning just as an anon suspected!

tiberius and drusus' relationship has been so important throughout the last two seasons and it was so touching the way their love for one another was portrayed at the end. i think drusus' death will have tiberius spiral as we can clearly see by the end of the episode. he's not only lost the wife he adores but now also his brother, the only person who really understood him so i think next season is going to be rough for him

antonia and drusus this episode absolutely BROKE MY HEART. especially their last moment together when he asks her never to remarry and she promises she won't. the way she stayed with his body even after he'd died and even after her children had come in was so heart-wrenching and i think the show portrayed her grief really well.

drusus’ last words being "mother" and the letter that he wrote her ://

bye marcella you will not be missed!

i knew iullus and julia were gonna end up back together and while i love them, i'm sad because i know julia is gonna be proven right when she sees that she's going to be the cause of iullus' downfall :/

livia finding out about drusus death was expertly played by kasia. you can just see in the way that she walks slowly to talk to augustus that she KNOWS her son is dead but the slower she walks, the more time she has before she has to face the truth. also the way she's disheveled when piso talks to her :((( livia isn't the sobbing sort so i'm happy with the way she portrayed her grief and i think we'll see more next season - walking slowly because she knows

antonia minor at the end of the episode broke my heart but i also love her strength and her willingness to avenge her husband. i really hope we see her next season!

“i will have both” i think this line will come to define the next seasons of the show. i think from here on out, livia's relationship with gaius will be a means to an end for her because i don't see how she can forgive him. of course, as tiberius said, she can't accomplish her goal of restoring the republic without her position as augustus' wife so for now, she'll bide her time but i fully expect her to try and undermine him next season and i think her goal to avenge her son will remain in the back of her mind.

obviously HISTORICALLY, drusus' death had nothing to do with augustus and so there was no reason for enmity or distrust with livia and augustus but the show has taken things in a different direction so i would caution anyone trying to compare history to events and relationships in the show next season because from here on out, i kind of consider domina's historical timeline to be something all of its own. y'all know i LOVE my historical livia but in the domina! verse i support her desire to get revenge for her son and i hope she does <3

The ending of the episode sets up the plotline for season 3 very clearly: livia will insert tiberius into her plans and tiberius will try and sidestep and avoid it + the death of drusus has brought out bad "tiberius" who will likely serve as the antagonist of s3

i would very much love to hear y'alls thoughts!!

ps if we don't get a soundtrack for s2, i will throw hands <3

[zanyana626]

Sorry, I'm late but here are my thoughts on Watching And Dreaming!

I'm still so shook, like it just hit me that we're never gonna see these magical weirdos again. But no worries, the love for them will still live on here! Again, there's spoilers down here, so beware!

Ofc Belos came up w/the nightmare idea to fuck with Luz, Eda, & King

Glad Luz was able to put two & two together and get the Hexsquad (for the time being), Eda, & King to snap out of it

COLLECTOR YOU SWEET BBY BOI!!! He just wants a friend who gets them; I'm glad that the 3 weirdos got through to them eventually!

Raine being a total badass fighting back Belos with their bard magic! Really wish we got more info on Bard magic, especially since my TOH OC focuses on that brand of magic! 🎻

Also, Collector sweetie, no. Belos doesn't deserve your (or anyone else's) forgiveness!

They're obviously not gonna kill of my girl Luz, I knew that! Feral mode Eda AND King going to avenge her regardless!

The Collector crying and confused over the concept of death, loss & true sadness!!! 😭😭😭

So the Puppet Amity screenshot leak was real!

Luz meeting The Titan in limbo! Love his drip (I want those glyph sweatpants now!)

HE'S BEEN ABLE TO WATCH OVER HIS BOI KING THE WHOLE TIME!!!! 😭

TITAN!LUZ?!?!?! Well, I know now who I'm gonna be for Halloween this year (or for a future cosplay idea). I wish she got to keep that form; mostly cuz I wanted Amity to react to that form! 😍😍😍

The Collector helping the reawakened Hexsquad & Camila to protect the puppeted citizens in The Archives

"EAT THIS SUCKA!!!" My best Jontron impression: "She's in boys, she did it, she said it! *Cue the airhorns*"

Belos using a lame ass excuse of "being cursed with dark magic like your mentor". Bye Felicia, hope you're melting burning in Hell! 😒🖕🏼

"I loaf you!" bread pun from a parent to their son, MY HEART!!! 🥲

Hexsquad & their families reunion

DADRIUS!!! And Hunter showing off his wolf shirt, my child <3

Hooty's sparkly eyed reawakening (wish we got at least one more witty remark from him)

The Collector should've stayed with the gang, especially after what he said about their past w/the other Collectors! I knew King would give him Francois as a parting gift/symbol of their friendship.

The glyphs don't work w/Luz anymore??? I know she still has String Bean, but just how else can she do magic? I guess we'll never know!

Cue the timeskip:

Of course, Luz graduated & is going to a magic university

Vee's new look, super cute as always

HARPY LILITH!!! Wish we got more time w/the look, but oh well! 😍

Bump definitely deserves a break after everything that went down. Eda's definitely a worthy successor as headmaster (love her pirate-like drip)!

Palisman carving Hunter! New blue jay pal Waffles; was hoping for a wolf palisman, but of course, too predictable. Besides, I love me some birdies!

Flyer derby champ Willow, slay queen! 🐝

Amity, Gus, & Raine's new looks are also adorable!

Also, did we ever get a confirmation on the name of Raine's palisman??? I feel like they're a Chauncey to me!

Smol Aladarius moment!

RIP Flapjack, you tiny but mighty hero! I also want that birdie tattoo on my wrist (maybe for my birthday, I'll see) 🐦

Luz having a surprise 18th birthday/belated King-Ceañera w/everyone in the Boiling Isles! Just like we wanted!!! 👏🏼

One last "BAIIIII!!!!" from everyone! 👋🏼

And that's the end, it's been real! Thanks again to @danaterrace and to all the cast & crew members behind the show.

[grimvestige]

For the OC Relationships asks! Self for Tiarnan and Family for Draper :3

Shooting straight for the complicated ones for each of my favorites I see! XD

Self: How is your OC's relationship with themself? Does your OC like who they are? Is there anything about themself that they would change?

In Tiarnan's mind, there's a huge gap between who Tiarnan is, and who he wants to be. He wants to be able to help his friends, but he's a coward and too soft-hearted to fight monsters. He wants to keep everyone from being hurt, but he can't bear to hurt anyone else without regretting it himself.

So, in short, his relationship with himself is...complicated? He's largely defined himself by what he can do for others, while completely ignoring what he can do for himself.

As for things Tiarnan wants to change about himself: he wants to be less afraid of corruption, and less afraid of danger in general so his friends don't feel like they need to worry about him or soften things just for him. Is that healthy? Probably not! As his player, I want to see him come to value himself and feel like he's good enough for the people he cherishes. ❤️

Family: What's your OC's family like? Is it a family of blood, choice, or something else? How does your OC feel about their blood relations? If they have a family of choice, how did they come together?

Draper's family is a big ol' mix of misfits all trying to figure things out together. She lost her birth parents as a child, and she remembers being close with them, but most of her upbringing was with her adoptive family of local alchemists, Lynn (sister) and Basil (father).

Draper is still very close with Lynn, and the two are happy to support each other whenever its needed - Lynn's probably also one of two people who can actually read her alchemy notes, the other one being Basil.

For a period of Draper's life, she actually resented Basil because he wasn't willing to try a risky medical procedure to save her birth mother - though after later fucking up the procedure herself as an adult, she did figure it out and forgive him. Nowadays, she comes over to hang out with Basil whenever she has the free time, and the two are on good terms.

That's her blood family...and then there's her husband and kiddo! (And family-in-law by extension)

Keane is her husband, a big ol loveable drakenar & former soldier whose wrangling with having his own independence and living in peacetime. He used to have a temper himself, but nowadays he's the one urging Draper to be patient and kind. It does not always work, but he does his best. The two both have a craving for adventure, so they do their best to look out for each other before one of them dives off a cliff or something.

Lastly is their adopted kiddo, Harper! Draper loves Harper dearly, and she's caused Draper to grow as a person in ways being an adventurer certainly didn't. Because of Harper accidentally befriending a family of nighthaunts, Draper's had to get over her hatred of them. And while it's a struggle, Draper's also had to figure out how to be gentle when necessary.

As far as family-in-law goes, she's pretty good friends with Keane's brother, Calahan! Though she absolutely hates their silver dragon mother, Lady Stormblood, and for good reason. She uh. She was a pretty tyrannical ruler and an all-around shit mother to both of them. If Draper had the skills to go slay her, she'd march right up to the realm of dragons and do it.

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That was SUPER long aaa! I hope that sated your curiosity though! (Technically Draper has more family but that might run into spoiler territory for the current batch of players in Valeron).

OC relationships ask prompts

[transpidergwen]

Well that's a wrap on the finale. Initial thoughts:

Definitely liked the second half of season 2 more than the first. We did get some time to slow down with the characters like I wanted which I appreciated. The longer episodes really helped, I wish the first 4 had been longer too, it made a noticeable difference.

Vincent's redemption is off to a decent start but while he was very repentant and acknowledged he deserved nothing and would have to earn their trust back through his actions, I wish we'd seen some more of his crisis and reckoning with his actions. Yes, I wanted to see him cry. Fingers crossed for season 3. In the meantime I'll be hunting for fics 👀

Lilith's glowup slayed. Oh my fucking GOD. I forgive all her wrongs, she can step on me any day. Reya went back to the other side because this realm cannot handle having two Gods.

Superion dying I saw coming and was prepared for. Her resurrecting I was decidedly NOT EXPECTING that was hype as hell.

Miguel really just...didn't do much. Sorry bro, RIP, he did his job, but I did not care about him.

Still a bit confused about how the whole 'Adriel possesing people' thing worked, and am once again frustrated by the "killing the big bad freed everyone from his mind control and now everything is fine" trope. And like, are the wraith demons all gone now or...?? I hope season 3 explores the ramifications of what this all meant to the world and how religion as a whole changes after this.

I may need to rewatch with recalibrated expectations before fully processing this season. On the whole I still liked season 1 more. Although this season definitely felt more energized and the action was better, all that plot and action eclipsed the character focus I enjoyed in season 1. Again, it sounds like I'm in the minority here. Rewatch may change this. I wish they'd had 10 episodes.

[haruhey]

chronological thoughts of THE WALKING DEAD FINALE???

- im literally SO EXCITED

- SOMEONE HELP JUDITH SHES LIKE 3

- NOOO THE STORM TROOPERS

- lmaooo daryl got got

- omg judith doing the absolute most rn

- im sorry passed out daryl is such a funny shot

- if i dont see rick i will throw a fit

- OMG first girl off my list

- CAROL LEADING THEM IKTR ❤️

- OMG JUST A HARD CUT??

- aw omg i feel so bad for him

- NOO 5 MINUTES IN AND IM SOBBING BYEEEEE

- NOO I LIKED HIM A LOT

- I HAD FAITH IN HIM

- they r really going thru it

- OMG MY HEADCANON OF HIS BLOOD TYPE WAS RIGHT???? im publishing that fic rn

- stop sharing looks ur gonna make me scream

- judith if u die im gonna kill u

- PRINCESS SAVUNG UR MAN FRRRRR THIS SHIT IS VALID ASF !!!

- NEGAN GET AWAY FROM MAGGIE GET AWAY BACK

- THAT TRUCK IS MASSIVE

- COCO IS SAFE COCO IS SAFE IM GONNA SCREAMMMMMMM THIS SHOW IS SO AWESOME

- omg judith is alive thats so legendary

- she had plot armour anyways

- tender daryl ik he slayed ❤️❤️

- JUST KEEP HER BARRICADED

- omg ik it

- omg who tf was that that died

- UMMM they’re fucked

- i would simply die i could not survive this sorry to daryl but im different

- CLIMB FASTER ROSITA’S GONNA DIE

- SHES GONNA DIE

- ROSITA SLAY ROSITA SLAY

- my heart is literally beating out of my fucking chest holy shit

- omg i forgot about tomi i hope he survives

- tomi is kinda…

- hey tomi….?

- I CANT BELIEVE THEY DID THAT TO MY GIRL LYDIA

- NO JERRY IS GONNA BE FINE HE HAS SO MANY KIDS HE’LL BE OKAY IF HE DIES I’M GONNA THROW A FIT

- MAGGIE DOESNT NEED SHIT FROM YOU NEGAN

- whatever negan i hate you i hate yoy i hate you so much i hate you sooooo much

- at least he’s apologizing genuinely now

- ok coco is so cute

- EUGENE IS SO CUTE MY PATHETIC BABY

- look at how far he’s come

- NOOO SHE GOT BIT NOOOO

- ur really cramping her vibe rn eugene get over urself

- I LOVE THEM SO MUCH UR HONOR PLEASE 😭😭😭

- rosita it should have been gabriel ik im so sorry it should have been ME

- CARYL PARENTS 🫶🫶🫶🫶

- THEYRE KILLING PEOPLE????

- ummmm

- EZEKIEL SLAY ily ily

- omg caryl just radio silent

- OOOO BIG BAD FIGHT BIG BAD FIGHT SLAYYYY

- OMG THAT GIRL FROM THE KINGDOM IS STILL HERE thats so awesome i love her

- YOU SHOT A CHILD LMAOOOOOO

- HOLY SHIT THAT IS SO MANY WALKERS

- slay gabriel

- omg daryl gained consciousness

- JUST ALL FIGHT THE WALKERS I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY THEY WERE FIGHTING EACH OTHER YALL HAVE A COMMON ENEMY

- SLAY DARYL SLAY

- KILL HERRRR KILL HERERR

- JERRY IS ALIVE IK MY MAN WOULD MAKE IT IK IT JERRY I LOVE YOUUUUUU

- lmao lance

- she fucked him ik she did

- sniper on the rooftop

- OMG A ROCK DIVERSION

- i just know @belatalbotgf is getting flashbacks

- omg they have little codenames thats awesome

- OMG THEYRE BLOWING THEM UP

- simply a rick parallel

- OH MY GOD THEY BLEW UP EVERYTHING

- carol looks so hot rn im sorry im distracted

- SHE IS SO PETTY I LOVE HERRRR

- omg leaving w her boytoy in tow that’s such a power move

- i wish maggie would just be toxic and kill him

- GLENN WAS BEAUTIFUL I WILL NEVER LOVE ANYONE LIKE THAT AGAIN SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP UR CRAZY FOR THIS MAGGIE

- MAGGIE SLAY DONT FORGIVE HIM

- BECAUSE ALL I HAVE ARE MEMORIES AND I DONT WANT TO REMEMBER GLENN LIKE THAT SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPPP

- OMG A MEAL LIKE RICK’S DREAM SEQUENCE

- CAROL LAUGHING SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🫶🫶🫶

- omg negan giggling and blushing after daryl nodded to him

- YES A SAPPHIC COUPLE

- NO ROSITA PLEASE

- NOOOO ROSITA

- oh judith knows what’s up

- MY GIRLIES PLEASE 😭😭😭 THEY DONT DESERVE THIS IM SORRY ROSITA IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEEE

- ARE YOU KIDDING ME PLEASE ROSITA YOU DIDNT DESERVE THIS

- THE SHOT OF HER SHAKING HAND WHEN GABE GRABBED COCO THIS SHOW IS SICK AND TWISTED

- TIMESKIP

- omg he named his kid after risita

- EZEKIEL IS THE GOVERNER SLAYYYYYY

- MICHAEL MERCER LOOKS SO HAPPY PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE

- CONNIE AND DARYL ARE SO CUTE

- STOP WAIT JUDITH R U KIDDING ME NO WAY

- fuck its negan nvm i thought it was rick whatever

- CAROL SHORT HAIR AGAIN IM IN LOVE

- EVERYONE LOOKS SO HAPPY SHUT UPPPPP

- carol is so gorgeous beautiful and show-stopping im gonna cry

- omg maggie sent daryl to france

- STOP STARING AT HER LIKE THAT IF YOURE NOT GONNA KISS HER DARYL

- I WISH YOU WERE COMING WITH ME

- SHUT UP??? THIS IS??

- no i can FEEL this sadness shut up

- STOPPPPP

- JUST KISS GUYS

- JUST KISS

- STOPPPP THE CUDDLE BY THE LAKE???

- A HAPPY ENDING WITH CAROL SHUT UP GUYS

- THE FUCKING I LOVE YOU NO FUCKING WAY

- THE WAY HE LEANT INTO THE KISS

- THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

- HE CANT STOP STARING THIS IS CRAZY

- WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD 😭😭😭😭

- THEY SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER

- RICK AND MICHONNE SHUT UP

- RICK GRIMES RICK GRIMES MICHONNE GRIMES MICHONNE GRIMES

- HERSHELLLLL

- michonne hello??? she looks so??? good???

- RICK GRIMES PUT THOSE DOGS AWAY

- CALLBACK TO HER INTRO

- LEAVE RICK ALONE LEAVE HIM ALONE HES GOT PLACES TO BE

- WE’RE THE ONES WHO LIVE

- leave him alone 😭😭😭

- that was crazy i cant believe it’s over (i will not be watching the daryl spinoff)

- maggie looks so good in dead city????

- i have now fallen back in love w the walking dead this is the best show ever

[livvyofthelake]

post season 1 lost character rankings <3 post is about to be long as fuck btw. heart

jack… i’m such a jack girl sorry for being predictable but he’s exactly my type of character… he has a hero complex and big brown eyes filled with tears he can’t save everyone but he has to try…

kate of course!!! blueprint for emma swan in many ways…. the coolest girl on lost island… her cunty 2000s layered tank tops and low rise bootcut jeans in exodus went crazy also but that is neither here nor there i just didn’t get a chance to mention it before. anyway. literally you always wanna run away katie!!!

sayid <3 THE it girl of lost island. he’s like if The Smart One was a heartthrob. you knowwww i’ve always been a sayid girl (ok yes naveen andrews was in ouat but my love for sayid is only like. 40% coming from that loyalty ok) he’s so. he’s the tech guy he’s the soldier he’s leading hikes he’s triangulating the signal he’s sooo kind he’s obsessed with the worst woman on the island he’s literally besties with kate he looks SO GOOD in his tank tops and i love him…

claire and YES i will acknowledge my emilie de ravin bias. it doesn’t matter what claire as a character is like, that’s my friend belle from the tv from middle school, we were in the trenches together, i love her always, claire makes the top five and that’s FINAL. peace and love <3 also she’s like basically mary from the bible for real

sun… she’s just cool and nice and lovely and her husband suckssss but she loves him and wants him to love her like he used to and she’s growing a garden and helping jack with medicinal stuff and everybody likes her cuz she’s just cool and nice!!!

shannon. and i ask you. did she really do anything wrong? don’t answer that. i’m a feminist. she’s like. there is flop in her slay eras and slay in her flop eras. and she’s soooo sad right now and she needs to keep all of her brother’s things because she doesn’t know how to exist in the world without him and she’s folding his old clothes because she’s anal and she speaks french but only barely because she knew this guy and she wants to help but she’s been a princess her whole life and she doesn’t know how to change but she has to and she’s maybe overcommitted to her zigzag hair part because she thinks beauty is her only currency and now she’s taking care of this kid’s dog because he picked her because he thought it would help her and she won’t say it but she loves these people so much and she doesn’t know how to show it and she doesn’t know what she’s doing and she doesn’t know how to carry it all!!!!!!!! i’m normal about her.

charlie has consistently been a favorite of mine but i’m just anticipating the inevitable season 2 heroin relapse storyline and i hateeeee it. but i do love charlie <3 i like how he has this insane devotion to claire for no reason other than he just wants to be nice and help her. he’s just a lovely guy…

walt and his cute little kid swagggg. his henry mills realness seriously. he’s about to be like. severely written out rip but we LOVED him here <3 when he gave his dog to shannon…. oh my god….

boone gets to not be near the bottom even though he was a total freak because well. no one else gave me joke material like him… he fucked that old man fr…. and then he died… and frankly those episodes on his death and leading up to it were so crazy i can’t not just forgive him for the freak shit. sorry for being an apologist for the guy who was in love with his sister. i mean be real though i’m a cassie girl i’m predisposed to forgive worse shit like that. maybe he only projected love onto her because she’s the only woman he knows. and he’s gay. idk. it doesn’t matter anyway who cares

jin. i actually kind of like jin now i like his dynamic with michael a lot and i think in season two he’ll get over the whole oh boohoo poor me i got roped into the mafia and i can’t tell my wife even though it would be good for our relationship to not have secrets. i forgive him. i hope michael or someone else tries to learn korean to better communicate with him though i don’t just want it to be jin having to learn english. like don’t act like michael wouldn’t try at least…

which of course brings us to michael. i like michael but he’s also kind of just not as interesting as the other characters. i imagine though that the 2004 writers room was overwhelmingly white and therefore just did not do as well writing the characters of color, so i’ll grant michael that forgiveness. i do like him i think the situation with walt is crazytown

hurley. not even my ouat bias could save hurley from being third to last. i don’t have a problem with him it’s just. he’s the comedic relief yk. and he IS funny, but like. idk. kinda like what’s going on with him and the numbers i hope that gets cool in s2

locke. booooo locke. an enemy of jack’s is an enemy of mine!! we’re gonna have a locke problem!! also i’m literally still upset about how he handled the boone situation. imagine you have trauma from your dad hurting you to help himself and then you meet a younger guy who looks up to you as a sort of father/mentor figure and you end up hurting him to help yourself and you have zero self awareness about it. kill yourself old man. your ass is not breaking the cycle.

sawyer. just. ….😒 remember when shannon was having an asthma attack and could have died and sawyer made it seem like he had her inhaler and told kate he’d give it to her if she kissed him. which is already icky. and then kate did it. and then he was like oh yeah btw i don’t have the inhaler haha! like. can you kill yourself.

and if i were asked to name my favorite episodes of the season? well most recently i loved do no harm, but all jack’s episodes were great to me so also white rabbit and all the best cowboys have daddy issues. and deus ex machina was crazy as well. and the moth. and exodus part one specifically but all three parts were pretty great too. born to run was also good! and can i be frank. can i say something we might not like. hearts and minds was a great episode… yes it’s the incest episode i know i was there… but speaking from a standpoint of like. what makes a tv episode a Good TV Episode, it kinda went crazy. i mean did we see the twist coming? for sure not! that’s tv! sometimes the point of tv is to make you go 😟 and well. hearts and minds did that…

[linalilia]

I've watched a few videos for MILGRAM now! So how about Haruka, Mahiru and Yuno for the character bingo? :0

YOU REALLY GOT ALMOST ALL MY FAVES HUH..

haruka. OH GOD HARUKA. man. many thoughts, i have many thoughts about this guy. i'm gonna be honest, when i first heard about him, i was like "ah. so he's just a sad boy with mommy issues. okay." I ALSO THOUGHT HE WAS THE "PROTAGONIST"?? I REALLY JUST IGNORED ES DJDKSDLGJFD. so yeah, i wasn't that interested in him at first and even disliked him because of the animals part. as someone who has many pets that part made me a bit anxious but as i learned more about him.. yeah. yeah, i actually like him. STILL WANT TO PUT HIM IN A SALAD SPINNER. I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE NICE. i watched his second drama with eng subs recently though.. i really sat there like "my boy, i ordered your acrylic figure and it's supposed to come soon. and you dare to disappoint me like this??" MY MOM ACTUALLY JOKED ABOUT ME PUTTING HIS FIGURE IN A CORNER WHEN IT ARRIVES TO "PUNISH" HIM 😭😭 okay, okay, it wasn't really a disappointment, but.. yeah. this guy is literally the "look, a little guy!! oh, he's a bit fucked up actually.." meme.

YUNO. GIRLBOSS. i love her so much, she's so pretty and she's such a good character!! her second mv really shows how well-written she is.. the aesthetic of her mvs is so good too.. her acting like this carefree and cheerful girl, but her real personality being much colder and her feeling empty inside.. WOW. and her saying that she doesn't need a reason for her actions is actually so interesting? like usually characters immediately go "okay, here's my tragic backstory, forgive me now please" in situations like this, but yuno really went "i don't have a reason. and even if i do, why should i tell you" OKAY QUEEN. IT'S YOUR BUSINESS, YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHARE WITH US. BUT there's this one moment, i feel like i should've picked "canon isn't real" for her too.. i love yuno as a character a lot, but at the same time.. if her crime really is what most theories say (and i think it was confirmed in the second drama, if i'm not wrong), then it kinda makes her case a bit boring? like we have characters who did really interesting and TERRIFYING crimes, but then here's yuno.. and she didn't really do anything wrong? i don't know much about how her case would go in japan, like is it legal or not, but still, i doubt that she should be in a place like milgram for that. tbh i really wanted her crime to be something completely different maybe a "black widow" type of character, haha.. because it would at least explain why she's here.. but if her crime really is not that special, it turns out to be kinda underwhelming in my opinion :( so at the same time i REALLY hope that people are gonna vote her innocent because she does not deserve to be voted guilty at all, but also.. it just doesn't feel right, like THERE MUST BE MORE. like yuno's case is not that bad at all compared to other crimes, IT'S NOT EVEN A CRIME, so what is she even doing here? anyway, i love her, yuno really wakes up every day and chooses to slay and i love that for her.

MAHIRUUUUUU. MAHIRU. I LOVE HER. SHE'S GOOD. of course someone who made an oc like allen and so many other similar ocs would say that listen, i have a weakness haha get it like haruka's mv for characters who have big sister energy, characters who are obsessed with the concept of love AND i love characters with the same hair color (even though she's not really blonde.. i think. she does look blonde in official art, but her hair color is a bit different in her mv?) SHE REALLY GOT THE WHOLE BINGO. i love her character so much, she's so goofy 😭😭 but also those moments that make you feel like she's kinda.. trying to repress the memory of her crime in a way.. yeah, those are good. like mahiru acts like such a silly character who's always like "anyway do you have a crush on anyone? <3" but when someone asks her about her crime, she's like ".. ah, yeah, i guess i did do that". i can relate tbh. about the fandom being mean, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE GUILTY VOTE AT ALL. even if those theories about her are correct, i still don't think she should suffer like this? haha thank you kotoko.. like it's a hard pill to swallow, but it must be said that i doubt mahiru did those things on purpose and her face in the end of that mv really says that. HER COVER OF PSYCHOGRAM THOUGH.. y-yeah, i'm not sure what are they trying to do with her, like is she really supposed to be a yandere or they just want to make us think she is one. anyway, i'm a mahiru apologist <3

[fan-kingdoms]

WHOO BOY. episodes 13 and 14 FINISHED and i am HERE with a LEGITIMATE BULLET-POINTED/NUMBERED LIST. mostly about ep 14 cuz i kinda already gave my thoughts on ep 13 in my reply to the last ask but there'll probably be some of that in there too.

okay first off. I LOVE TEN!!! what little ive seen of him anyway. funky little guy! the same and yet so very different and all the more fascinating for it! i will forever miss nine but i think im gonna have a SWELL time with ten. just absolutely glorious

i especially love how the entire time ten's in his festive little coma rose is just pissed and sad as hell and all like "the REAL doctor wouldnt DO THIS" but then the second he wakes up shes back to being all 😏😍🥰. girlie you are NOT subtle. (poor mickie tho <//3 boy does not DESERVE this)

also !!! love ten having his whole big sassy showdown with the sycorax while wearing pajamas striped in the trans pride colors. absolute slay you funky little space man

ogh i can already tell im about to have so many emotions about ten and rose. nine was at least somewhat more subtle but HOLY HELL ten. the heart eyes are insane my guy

im pretty sure captain jack is coming back at some point cuz i saw stuff of him with ten and rose before i got interested in watching the show. so like where is he. how do they get him back from satellite five i mean they thought he was DEAD so hes just stranded there. do they just decide to go back and check one day and pick him up. wh

TIME VORTEX ROSE. HOLY SHIT. THAT WAS SO BADASS AND SCARY AND HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL AND. YEAH. AND THE FJFICNFING KIS,,,,, NINE TAKING THE VORTEX FROM HER AND DYING IN HER PLACE,,,, OUGH MAN. I GOT EMOTIONS

ik i aint seen thr last of the daleks. you resourceful little fuckers. ugh

harriet jones i had faith in you. i LIKED you. help i just read my own text in nine's voice (sidenote: ten's anger at her when she just,, killed the sycorax even though they were already leaving,, the COLDNESS in his voice. yeah thats the doctor right there 100% and MAN i love him.)

i think thats all for now but ill probably remember more stuff and come to scream about it in the morning

OOO A LIST I LOVE A LIST!!

(i figured out how to put a read more in an ask !! finally !!)

i’m so glad you like ten and i love that we can tell david is just having a swell time playing our favorite space man he is Vibing and just enjoying himself and it’s so fun to see— and oh yeah neither of them are subtle! you see most people agree that ten was literally born out of love, he’s so much more vulnerable and forgiving of himself because rose let him see himself, and he sacrificed nine for her so ten could freely love her. my HEART.

and oh yeah both jack and the daleks are slippery little fuckers they have a habit of making it out of places

TIME VORTEX. BAD WOLF. SHE IS THE BAD WOLF AND SHE CREATES HERSELF!!! ITS A PARADOX AND ITS SO COOL HOW SHE JUST PUTS THE WORDS EVERYWHERE HOPING ROSE WILL FOLLOW THEM THERE

I LOVE HARRIET’S CHARACTER BECAUSE IT REALLY SHOWS HOW PEOPLE CHANGE OVER TIME AND THE CORRUPTING POTENTIAL OF POWER UGH ITS SO GOOD