#cause dear god this movie looks...chaotic i guess is a way to say it

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Ngl, looking at spoilers alone for MH2 and just...is third film going to be MH 3: Final Destination?

[teddy06writes]

A Day In The Life

requesred by this genius anon: “Aight imma hit you with a good one: Literally everything as platonic, but a day in the life of reader in high school with the minor gang (too my, tubbo, ranboo) and all the faculty at the school are dreamsmp members”

Platonic! Minors gang (tommy, tubbo, ranboo and purpled) x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: a day in the life of a student at the DSMP public high school 

{with all the shit that goes on the smp there's no way it could be anything but a public school}

{also if I do things slightly off or something its cause my high school is weird, we only have four blocks a day, but I think most have seven, so we’re going with that}

{also the dream/george thing, is based on two of the sciences teachers at my school being suspected of having an affiar}

{Full teacher list:

English: Mr. NotFound

Drama: Mr. Soot

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

Gym: Coach Sapnap and Coach Punz

Home ec: Miss Nihachu

Music: Mr. Quackity

Chemistry: Mr. Halo}

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Home room: Mr. Callahan

You sighed, trudging toward the school entrance, god it was way to early for this. 

The halls were already crowded with people heading to there home rooms, and Mr. Minecraft, the principal, was standing outside the admin offices, greeting everyone with a smile. 

“Good morning, (y/n).” 

“Good morning Mr. Minecraft.” You grumbled as you passed. 

You hurried through the foyer and up the stairs, toward Mr. Callahan’s room. 

“Hey!” Tubbo called, hurrying down the hallway, “(y/n)!”

“Hey Tubbo.” you yawned.

He fell into step with you, “You think Callahan will actually show today?” 

The one good thing about your home room teacher is that none of the kids ever seemed to have seen him. It meant that some days, while other home rooms had lectures of bullying or something, your class got to hang out for 30 minutes. 

“I don’t think he even exists.” Purpled said, falling in on your other side. 

“He definitely doesn’t.” You agreed. 

~~

History: Mr. Blade

“Hey (y/n)!” Ranboo called from his seat at the front of the room as you came in. 

He was lucky enough to have moved homerooms and ended up getting the same room as his first block. 

“Hello Ranboo.” you sighed, sitting down in your seat next to him. 

Tommy came in and plopped down behind you, “Well you sound like shit.”

“No swearing in my classroom, Tommy.” Mr. Blade chided, hardly looking up from the book on his desk. 

You turned to look at Tommy, “It’s too early for this.” 

“You say that everyday!” He laughed. 

“Yeah! Cause this class starts at 7:45 in the god damn morning!” You half exclaimed. 

“Bloody hell you’d think you’d get used to it-” 

“Tommy, what did I say about swearing?” Mr. Blade cut Tommy off. 

“But you didn’t yell at (y/n)!” Tommy yelled, “That’s not fair Tech!” 

Me. Blade glared at his brother, “Do you want me to send you down to Phil’s office Tommy?” 

“I didn’t even do anything!”

After a moment under Mr. Blades glare, Tommy sighed, “Please don’t send me down to Phil.” 

The teacher didn’t respond, instead standing up and moving to stand in front of the board, queuing up the intro slides for the day, “All right everyone, settle down. Today in our ‘tour of the ancient world’ or whatever, we’re going to start our mini unit on Greece.”

~~

Statistics/Math: Mr. Was Taken

After a class that ended mostly in a rant about the myth of Heracles, you said goodbye to Ranboo and Tommy and met up with Purpled to head to math. 

Mr. Wastaken was already passing out the notes when you two got there, sliding into your seats at the back of the classroom just as the bell rang. 

“You’re late.” He chided, dropping the papers onto your desk, then Purpleds. 

“Purp needed to refill his water bottle.” You explained. 

“Seriously?” Mr. Wastaken questioned, “Dude, it’s second block, why the hell was your water already empty?” 

Purpled shrugged, “P.E?” 

“Ehh, wrong, Sapnap doesn’t have you till sixth period.” 

“Stairs... are murder man.” He fumbled. 

You nodded, “First floor to the fourth floor is tough Mr. Wastaken.” 

Rolling his eyes, the teacher moved back to the front of the room, “Alright, last nights homework was a bit of a flop so we’ll be more review for the quiz tomorrow.” 

You groaned internally, pulling out your pencil. 

Purpled nodded, “I fuckin hate review days.” 

“I can hear you, you know!” Mr. WasTaken half yelled. 

~~

Chemistry: Mr. Halo

After Math you and Purpled headed down to the science hall to meet back up with Tubbo to head to Chem. 

“Welcome back everybody!” Mr. Halo greeted cheerily, “Good to see smiling faces for chemistry!” 

How he managed to stay so upbeat, no one would ever know.

You sat down at your lab table with Tubbo, “You think we actually make it to doing the lab today before he starts talking about Mr. Skeppy again?” 

“Oh no chance.” 

You chuckled, pulling out your notebook as Mr. Halo pulled up the opening review before the lab. 

Twenty minutes later found you elbow deep in the lab, quite literally. 

“It was supposed to just be a small scale elephants toothpaste!” Mr. Halo cried. 

Purpled grinned, “You should’ve taken my wildcard factor into account sir.” 

You laughed, wiping the foam off your apron (thank god for lab aprons), “That was brilliant!” 

A few minutes earlier, Tubbo had helped him do out the math to scale up the experiment by 20%, and you had willingly given up your own materials to help.

Now most of the classroom was covered in the foam, and Purpled and the girl who had been unfortunate enough to be partnered with him were knee deep in it. 

“I sent the video to the groupchat.” Tubbo whispered.

“Good.” You chuckled again. 

Mr. Halo groaned, “You three start cleaning this up, Elizabeth, dear, why don’t you join a different group.”

“I volunteer to switch with her!” Drista yelled, “they look like fun!” 

Mr. Halo sighed, “No- no absolutely not- I can’t deal with you added to the mix.” 

Drista pouted, the rest of the class went back to there work, and you, Tubbo and Purpled began to clean up the foam. 

~~

Drama: Mr. Soot

As Purpled left for his history class, you and tubbo headed twoard the music/performing arts suit, where you met up with Ranboo. 

“Tommy said he wished he could’ve been there to see the foam.” Ranboo reported as Tubbo peeled off into the band room, and you both continued on to the green room. 

“Hello, Hello, Hello!” Mr. Soot greeted in an aussie accent (you know the one). 

“Oh god please say were not doing accents today.” Ranboo muttered. 

Mr. Soot laughed, “Nah, we’re going to do some more rounds of improv.” 

“Oh thank god.” You said as you moved to take a seat at one of the side tables. 

“That would have been hell.” Ranboo agreed. 

More people poured into the room, take seats all around as Mr. Soot began to dig through on of the closets. 

As the bell rang he let out a triumphant cheer, turning around and brandishing a very large bowl of paper slips, “I found the prompts!” 

“Oh dear lord.” Ranboo muttered.

“Mr. Soot can we please do like, anything else?” You asked, “Like scenes, or hell I’d even take monologues, you know we’re all shit at improv!” 

The teacher sighed, “I suppose we could do something else. I guess we can begin our next topic, you’re all going to be assigned scenes and given time to practice them, we’ll present on Friday!” 

The entire class breathed a sigh of relief that you had managed to change his mind. 

~~ English: Mr. NotFound 

After a very chaotic lunch full of Tubbo retelling a bunch of jokes Mr. Quackity had told during music,  you trudged off to the one class that didn’t have any of your main group of friends in. 

The one good thing about having Mr. NotFound as a teacher was that he had no clue what he was doing. 

More often then not you would be left to do essays or read the required books, and then watch the movies that went along with them.

And, just your luck, your English block happened to take place during Mr. Wastaken’s prep period. 

“Right, everyone, today’s a work day, finish up anything you need to for this class, or another, and I’ll put on a movie.” Mr. NotFound said as soon as everyone was seated. 

Ten minutes into the movie the teacher had left, and you pulled up the group chat.

(y/n): Mr. NotFound has yet again suspiciously left during class. 

Purp: sus

Purp: just went by WasTaken’s room

Purp: he’s not there

BooBoy: I saw him down in the science hall ten minutes ago

BeEs: Science hall is oposite to English isn’t it

(y/n): yeah it is

BooBoy: very sus

Purp: I swear their having an affair

BeEs: defintly a lesbian

BeEs: *leassion

BeEs: lesion

BeEs: le-a-zon

BeEs: you know what I mean!

BooBoy: take your time Tubbo

You chuckled quietly, putting your phone down to look back up at the movie on the screen. 

~~

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

“AYYYY kids!”

You groaned as your Spanish teacher burst into the room.

“What is with this guy?” Tommy muttered. 

“ayy man not cool.” Mr. Dream said. 

“Mr. Dream your ten minutes late!” Someone pointed out. 

“SHut up man. And I told you just call me Mexican Dream!” The teacher said. 

You frowned, “That doesn’t make sense, theres no way your first name is ‘mexican’.” 

“Well its not,” He explained, “But its cause I’m the Mexican version of that math teacher!” 

“Why couldn’t I have taken French like Boo and Purp?” Tommy asked the ceiling quietly.

~~ Home ec: Miss Nihachu

The last block of the day was always the best, but not just because school would be over soon. 

There were three main reasons why everyone agreed it was the best. 

1. Miss Nihachu was the nicest teacher in school

2. baking was done often, and everyone always got to take some home

3. it was the one class you, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled all had together. 

Soon your found yourself crowded into one of the tiny kitchen areas with all your friends, as Miss Nihachu gave instructions. 

“Now, if you make a mess you will be cleaning it up! I’m looking at your kitchen a!” She said, half threateningly.

Ranboo pushed away from the group, “I’m not with them I swear!” 

Miss Nihachu rolled her eyes playfully, “Sure your not.” 

Surprisingly, a mess was not fully made. 

Somehow between Tommy wanting to taste the cookie dough at every step from butter to flour, Tubbo trying to add as many chocolate chips as he could, and Purpled all but refusing to move from where he was sitting on the counter, you and Ranboo managed to get the cookies into the oven with no real disasters. 

As you wiped down the empty counter space you sighed, “That wasn’t too bad.” 

“Yeah.” Tubbo agreed. 

Tommy only nodded, still eating the large glob of cookie dough he’d stolen. 

Ten minutes before the bell rang and when everyone was supposed to be finishing cleaning up you sniffed the air suspiciously, “Why do I smell burning?” 

Tubbo took a deep breath, “I smell it too.”

“Oh yeah, something is definitly burning.” Ranboo agreed. 

You whirled to face Purpled, who was absently scrolling through his phone, “Purp you did set a timer right?” 

[notkageyamasprincess]

grocery shopping | miya atsumu x reader

request: Grocery shopping with Atsumu. You tell him to pick up some stuffs from the dairy counter(like cheese, milk, etc) but when you see him walking towards you, all he is holding is Family pack Ice creams in different flavours.💕😂 "But they were looking at me like 'pick us up', and so I did🥺", he explains. @nkogneatho

notes: hi dear, sorry this took so long, i was going to write headcannons or a drabble at most and then all sorts of funny ideas started popping up in my head. i included your req ofc but it’s not the main focus if that’s okay.

characters: pro vb player!miya atsumu x f!reader

genre/warnings: mostly crack tbh, fluff, very chaotic, y/n thinks she’s getting kidnapped and freaks, they take a ride on a grocery cart, y/n accidentally finds out her boss is a sugar mommy?,tsumu is a sweet boyfie

words: 1.5k

summary: you take atsumu with you on a shopping trip. chaos ensues.

It probably would have been a smarter choice to pick a day when the supermarket was less busy, but the fridge was almost empty and in dire need of replenishing. Today marks Day 3 of you and Atsumu’s new diet, one that he needs since he’s starting an intense conditioning regimen. You decided to participate as well in order to support him, and to get into the habit of eating healthier yourself.

You leave Atsumu’s side to take a basket, but he beats you to it, wheeling out a shopping cart instead. You tilt your head in puzzlement. “Atsumu, we’re not going to buy that much food, we’ll never finish it all.” He takes your wrist in one hand and starts steering the cart with the other. “You’ll see”

You stop at the fresh produce section, tossing an assortment of fruit and veggies in your trolley as Atsumu perks up beside you, getting an idea. “____, let’s get steak today so I can cook for you.” You raise an eyebrow, skeptical of his abilities. And for good reason. “‘Tsumu, you tried to make me breakfast two weeks ago and I don’t think those eggs were even edible.” He puts a hand on his hip and fakes a pout. “Babe, have some faith in me. ‘Samu might be the chef of the family, but trust me on this, I promise I’m not going to poison you.” Despite still being slightly suspicious, you decide not to question him.

You grab a few salad kits for good measure then pull out your phone to tick off your grocery list. “Bread, check, energy bars, check, produce, check, salad mix, check…okay, I think all that’s left is meat and dairy, let’s go get your steak.” You glance up when he didn’t answer. “‘Tsumu?” Your boyfriend has disappeared and so has the grocery cart.

You look for him in the meat aisle. Nothing. You look in the next aisle. Nothing. You’re about to send him a text when you suddenly feel a pair of hands seize you by waist, taking you away from the secure ground beneath your feet. Your life flashes before your eyes. Headlines of “Missing person, last seen at XX Mart” fills your mind. No way is this happening right now. I am NOT getting abducted in broad daylight, in the middle of a crowded grocery store! I have to get help; I can’t go down without a fight.

You yelp while struggling in the hold of your attacker, furiously kicking at empty space. You see an old woman a little farther down the aisle. There’s hope. “Help! Somebod- ” you shriek in panic before a hand comes up to muffle your words. “____! Chill out, it’s me!” You still at the sound of your boyfriend. Too late. The elderly woman approaches you, swinging her cane and nearly whacks Atsumu in the shoulder. “Ma’am, ma’am! This is a misunderstanding, I’m her boyfriend,” he explains, fending her off. She slowly withdraws her cane and stares at you. “Is that true?” You meet her eyes, then mumble an affirmation, ducking your head shamefully. “Young women nowadays… back in my youth, I never would have dared to cause such a scene,” she tsks, glaring at you disapprovingly before she walks away. Oops.

Atsumu sets you down, eyeing you with furrowed brows. “____. Bro, what the fuck?” You can only smile sheepishly. “Sorry that I freaked out on you. I thought I was about to fall victim to human trafficking. But you know how scared I get when my mom sends me articles about girls getting kidnapped,” you point out, attempting to defend yourself. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I told you before, nothing will happen when you’re with me. Did you forget who you were? You’re ____, Miya Atsumu’s girl, and no one gets to mess with you.”

You instantly soften at his words but puff your cheeks out afterwards. “Hmph, well something could have happened just now, and it’d be all your fault for leaving me,” you accuse, pretending to sulk. He gestures at the security cameras. “There are cameras everywhere, not to mention this whole place is crawling with people. Besides, even if something were to happen, I would come for you. No one can touch Miya Atsumu’s girlfriend and get away with it.” He taps the handle of the cart. “Anyways, get in. This is why I insisted on taking this thing.”

“ You’re not serious. We’re too old for this, we can’t be doing things like riding shopping carts,” you reasoned. He rolls his eyes. “Bullshit, me and ‘Samu used to do this a lot and still do sometimes. And don’t lie to me, I know you want to, so get in before people come into aisle.” You bite your lip. He was right, so you don’t protest when he picks you up again and places you inside with your legs over the front. “Hold on tight.”

He puts one foot on the metal bar and pushes off the ground with the other, then hops on, propelling you forward, riding off the momentum. You clutch at the sides of the cart, feeling the air whip at your face, wind running through your hair. The two of you laugh in glee like children.

All was well until a woman’s back comes into view. Your eyes widen. “Baby, stop, we’re going to hit her!” He curses and immediately steps down, reducing the speed until the wheels squeak to a stop, just in time. You turn towards him to scold him. “I knew this was a bad idea; that was so dangerous! We could have hit this lady or even gotten hurt ourselves trying to avoid her!”

“Very fortunate that you didn’t, Miss ____,” says a voice. A very familiar voice. You twist your body back around, looking directly into the stern eyes of your manager. You take a moment, becoming conscious of your current state: hair disheveled, clothes in disarray, legs dangling over the edge of a shopping cart to top it all off. Is there a worse way to encounter your boss outside of work? You hastily straighten up. Well, straighten up the best you could in the situation. You smile nervously. “Ms. Wright! Wow, hi! What a coincidence seeing you here!” You notice a young man standing beside her. “Oh, I didn’t know you had a son. He’s really handsome, you must be proud,” you added. She purses her lips, clearly displeased. “Actually, Miss ____, he’s not my son, he’s my boyfriend. We have a busy agenda today. If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you at work on Monday.”

Your face turns white as you process what just happened. The atmosphere is silent. Atsumu starts to push the cart, waiting until you make it to another aisle before bursting into laughter. “Miya! That was so not funny. I can’t believe that happened. First, she sees me in this state. Then, I mistake her boyfriend for her son? I even called him handsome! Oh my god, it’s really over for me.”

“Calm down, she said to see you at work, it’s fine. Plus, it’s not your fault you didn’t know she was a cougar. That sugar baby must be living the lif- ” You gasp and reach up to cover his mouth before he says anything else. “Shush, Atsumu! What if she’s still around? Yeah, I’m definitely going to see her on Monday…so she can fire me!” you groan. “Just get me out of this stupid cart so we can finish buying what we need, I just want to go home so I can curl up and scream into the blankets.” He smirks. “Oh, you want to scream in bed? No problem, leave that to me.” You slap his arm, and he feigns hurt.

While at the cash register, you realize that you forgot a few items. “Shit, ‘Tsumu, I forgot the butter and yoghurt. Can you quickly go grab those?” He nods. “Wait here, I’ll be fast.” A couple minutes pass and you grow worried, watching the employee scan the last of your groceries.

You finally see your boyfriend return with his arms full. Except, what he’s carrying are massive pints of ice cream. You cross your arms. “Atsumu. What did I just say? This doesn’t look like butter and yoghurt.”

He peers at you with puppy eyes. “Babe, you can’t blame me. They were calling out to me and begging to be picked up! Besides, I got both your favourite flavour and mine. We need this for movie night.”

“What about the diet?”

“It’s not a big deal. Also, you seem like you need this after what happened. And I feel like I might have been responsible for some of it. Just a bit.”

You sigh and pay for the ice cream. He’s got a point. Guess you’ll have to make another trip to the store tomorrow.

a/n: actually this is the first time i’m writing a crack fic, but i have crack hcs in my wips if anyone is curious! i’m not even sure if this is funny or nah lmaoo please let me know

[word-addict-lisette]

Dear Lisette,

I am back in you inbox, yay! How was your day? How's life? How's school?

I am really mad because we had this piece of work and it was like "pen down your idea on this statement, 'i can do whatever i want on the internet as long as i don't get caught' and i put down my thoughts which were 'this statement is true, i stand by it and you can do whatever you like as long as you don't get caught and don't own up' and then people were like throwing shade at me and i looked at it. I have 5 comments.

My teachers tried to delete it, my classmates literally lectured me and then she read it out loud and the whole class went looking for that one note i made. In the comments, people are spelling my name in caps. It was my opinion, and oh, look all of them are basically hypocrites. Let me just say, these people make me uncomfortable, they don't talk about exactly nice things or approriate things and they are all commenting ( without names too may i add) like "KAT, THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK!" but with my real name and just arghhh.

Also if my teachers wanted me to say, "no, that isn't the right thing to do," or any other answer that the others provided them with, they shouldn't have asked for my opinion. They should have just forced us all to just type the same thing. The other people all wrote like, "no, its unethical and bad" or "False, no, its bad" and stuff like that, filmsy evidence and elaboration. I HAVE MORALS, i am just saying the truth. I feel like the victim of a hate crime. People don't like me enough already, i am a very intresting person, uh, yeah, we are gonna stop there.

Enjoy the rant i guess? I don't know? I am sorry for loading on you but there's a little extra rant so uh, yeah. im just gonna take this out, one sec.

Ok, so uh my teacher was like, next week, we are making pancakes. Fluffy pancakes. It was changed to pancakes without eggs? and now we have to make it ourselves, at home. Where do i get flour? What do i do with the extra flour? I don't know how to cook at all, my partner who has been extremely controlling and like kinda driving me insane, ( ahem i did the whole coursework) also she uses my friend's name for everything? Like, bestie i was literally helping out and you went all, "Oh you don't want (friend's name) to see you burnt right?". Obviously i don't but if i burnt down my house, she wouldn't be surprised. I BURNT MYSELF LAST YEAR, SHE SAW ME BURN MYSELF. Well, my friend burnt me and then the week after that, she burnt herself.

This happens a lot. Also, the very common questions and statements of, "Are you straight?" , "aren't you and (friend's name) dating?", "you guys would make such a cute couple" , " aren't you bi?" and "i thought the two of you were dating," there is nothing wrong with being bi but i am not attracted to her like that. So, they use her for leverage over me to get me to do what they want and also think im dating her? If we were dating, we would both be homeless. I like my house. This doesn't only happen with her. I once got shipped with my brother. I hugged him and some guy was like, "oh you guys like each other," that was awkward. Can i just add, a lot of people like majority of that community know we are siblings.

I also get shipped with his best friend, thanks to a rumor my brother made up. So, sometimes, i would get like comments like, "oh, you like him" or "(brother's name) told me that you and (brother's best friend) are dating," we are not dating. WE ARE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. I LIKE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. LEAVE ME ALONE. Also, everytime i have a picture of a guy on my phone or something my cousin just has to tell my brother. THEY ARE STREAMERS. ONE IS OF V FROM BTS SO I CAN TRAMATISE MY FRIEND.

Everytime i cry, someone comes in my room. It is so annoying. LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO CRY. This is why i started reading sad books, listening to sad songs, watching sad movies so i have a reason to cry. There was this once, i wasnt selected to be part of my choir's competition and i was sad about it because i didn't feel good enough. THEY SAID I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. So, i cried but it wasn't enough so i read the saddest book i could find so i had a reason to cry but by that time, my feelings were gone. This is why i get breakdowns when im overwhelmed because of all this. You know how old i am. I have to deal with this and the pressure of always wanting to be perfect. What else can i do? I am not pretty or smart or talented or have friends, i have like 6 friends and nobody ever keeps me company. So, i focus on being perfect. 100%, i deal with not having any attention because my parents didn't pay me any attention just because i was "independent" or something?

Did i mention, i babysit all my siblings? I am the second child. I baby-sit my older brother. I am sleep-deprived because i can't sleep well at night and i constantly worry about everything and i have to take care of all my friends and it is so exhausting. Yet, i can not cry.

Thanks for staying with me through whatever that was. Uh, yeah, i took the quiz and got chaotic academia. That is my aesthetic. I really want one of those fancy skirts they wear like on pintrest and stuff? Like you know what i mean? The academia skirt? Yeah, i don't have one yet.

Question of the day, what is your dream profession or you could answer my other question which is what would you want to look like? Or you could answer both?

Ok, thank you again. i am gonna go study. Love and hugs and just literal joy sent your way!

- Kat, the ultimate dino mom of Leo, Billy Bob, Jessica, Sophie, Jackson, Sarah, Lily, the Micheals and all her other kids. (Jessica, Sophie and Jackson are mailboxes and Lily is a computer, Micheal is my screwdriver and laptop pencil, there are two micheals.)

Dear Kat,

It's really good to see you in my inbox. I'm sorry for replying late, but exams really had occupied my schedule today and I got my Saturday exam tomorrow. This week is going to be stressful and today's day has been pathetic. I had nothing to do except study and write exams. I feel like I haven't really been social recently and That I'm losing touch with people that I used to be close with and basically I'm letting overthinking take over my mind.

That is so sick. Why is someone's genuine opinion bothering them so much? I totally wouldn't be able to tolerate that. They ought to understand that there is a fine line between a fact and an opinion, and what you stated was just an OPINION. they have no right whatsoever to come at you like that. I totally agree... the teachers ought to have not asked for your opinion if all they desired was a particularly specific answer which opposed the statement. one of the reasons I hate the schooling system has to be THIS. people who are putting comments like that ought to realize that what you stated is exactly what they do in real life. They just want to be seen as the good kid here. At least you have the guts enough to speak the truth.

Miss! You don't have to worry about ranting out to me. You can rant to me for days and I'd still listen. Just go on ranting nobody is stopping you.

Ahhh! I've had that happen to me. I really understand how tough that can be. I really really hate being shipped with someone who I am just platonically friends with like you've got no valid proof to believe that we are romantically involved with each other. I've burnt myself plenty of times too. It's not a pleasant experience. Plus I also hate having controlling partners. Cause all they do is boss you around while they are barely doing a thing. It sucks.

Why? Just why? Why does it even matter to them? Who you date and what your sexuality is, is none of their business. I have no idea why people concern themselves with topics that really don't involve them. It's like people are just ready to make gossip out of anything. A person can't have a bestie without not liking them? I don't get what's so difficult to understand about that. I hate it when I'm casually talking to a guy and people start shipping us and start spreading rumors of us being in a romantic relationship. Another thing they do is, if a person likes me, they automatically assume that I like him back when I've barely even ever spoken to that guy. And yes! I like fictional characters! Don't even assume I like any of you fools cause You idiots bully me and ship me with total crackheads... And my standards are good enough for me to not include you guys in my list of *appropriate candidates* which consists of non-existent people.

Similarly, the moment I'm chatting with some guy, or like have a pic with someone on my mobile phone people just assume that fact that I'm crushing on him. Like no! I don't. We are friends... the others are celebrities, Why can't you understand that? I can't imagine how thick their skull must be considering they can't let a small statement like that sink in.

The crying thingy... I feel personally attacked. Nobody lets me do anything in peace, let alone crying. I literally use the washroom in my room and even my sister comes in there just banging on the door asking me to get the heck out of there and go somewhere else, like can't she use the other two washrooms or what? I like listening to sad stuff and reading angst cause somehow or the other it calms me down... it makes me feel at peace cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like crying. I've got a lot of friends, nobody remembers my birthday, I remember all of theirs'. They don't even text me, It's always me who takes the first step. All my friends just want me by their side cause I'm a smartass they want to show off as a trophy and cause I've got much better sarcasm than them. They just want to benefit from me. That's all. GOD, I'm not pretty at all. I look like a random idiot all the time. I look pathetic. And I lack talent... And you! I warned you, miss! You are pretty, beautiful, talented, smart, friendly, caring, kind and THE BEST!!!

I've never been given attention. Never ever. My sister has always stolen the spotlight. And I hate it. Not even my friends acknowledge me, my parents just ehhhhh. No matter how good I score, No matter how good I behave, No matter what. I'm just never good enough. My parents think of me as a rebellious kid. And I don't know what to do about that. All I've ever done is listen to them. My parents never allowed me to go out and play with my friends when I was a kid, they never let me go on overnight trips, and they barely let me spend time with the few friends I have. They never let me go to outings my school friends planned. Despite that, I never complained. I never had good friends because of that, yet I never complained. A lot of kids my age roam around in shopping malls by themselves, have sleepovers, spend money, roam around with tons of makeup on their faces, are in relationships, and even get into illegal shit. I've never done anything Like that. And yet... I'm never the good kid. I'm still the rebel.

I've got to take care of my sister almost every day. Get her to study, study myself, take care of myself while tolerating my grandmother. I really don't like my grandma, she s very fussy and just keeps yelling around the house the moment my dad and mom leave the house. I've got sensory overload because of her voice. And now I sit and have an anxiety attack almost every time she speaks. I've always got to strive for perfection as well. And I too can't sleep well at night just cause all the worries of the world, keep weighing me down.

Chaotic academia sounds good. It's the same aesthetic my sister got when I asked her to take the test! And oooh! Me too! I love those skirts and outfits they show on Pinterest. I'd love to have them someday.

My dream profession has to be that of a writer. Or perhaps even running a library. just something cozy. Ohh! I'd love to have brown hair, and I'd want to be tall just a little shorter than What I am right now. I just reached my father's height yesterday. And more or less, I'd like the rest to stay just as it is. and perhaps a lighter shade of skin tone. What about you though?

My question for you! If you were to be stranded on a beach island for a week. Who would you bring with you and how would you spend your time there. You can include whatever elements of nature you want to include like forests, lakes, and all.

Sending love, warmth, hugs, and whatever I have to spare that you would like to you!!!!

-Love from Lisette

P.S. That's an interesting family you've got, right there!

[kwrittink]

Third Time’s a Charm

Pairing: Jeon JungKook x Reader (Roomate!au)

Genre: PWP (i swear there’s a little plot if you squint)

Warnings: language, explicit intercourse, use of sex toys, overstimulation. 

Words: 4k+

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The first time it had been your own damn fault, you should have learned how to knock by then.

"Hey JungKook, are you awake yet? I need a-" Your speech was halted abruptly as your mouth hanged open at the sight presented in front of you - your own damn fault for not knocking beforehand -, like it was ripped out of your mental cage of wildest dreams. 

With a gaped mouth you watched the boy - actually very much a man, even if you refused to admit it - you had as a roommate buck naked on top of his bed, skin glistening with the sheer coat of sweat covering his whole body, eyes closed and face scrunched in pure bliss, completely unaware of his surroundings for the big headphones on his ears playing something loud enough to stop him from noticing your appearance. The air got knocked out of your lungs as your eyes observed his muscles taut and tense, following the lines of his arms to the toy that you blushed when recognizing as the fleshlight you bought him as a joke the previous year tight in his hold, thigh muscles straining as he trusted his thick cock up into the device, little gasps leaving his mouth as he got himself closer to cumming. 

It took you a second before you could get over your stunned state and move, using the fact that he couldn't hear you still to twirl on your feet and practically dash out of his room. 

Good God. Reaching the kitchen, you looked at the coffee maker sitting on the counter, in very much need of two specially strong hands to take out the stuck piece to function. It had been a good purchase at first, the expresso maker was up to your expectations and you could drink good coffee as if you had just bought it from your favorite coffee shop, only then it was a pain since the only one who knew how to operate it was JungKook. But he's a little preoccupied at the moment... Biting your lower lip you leaned your elbows on the counter, the recent sight plaging your mind again. 

No! You shook your head vigorously to chase off the sinful image of what you only thought as your cute flatmate fucking that toy so diligently before you started rubbing your thighs together. Holy fuck this is going to haunt me. Trying to wave off the distressing memory that was ought to be etched to your mind, you decided to start working right away. 

"Morning Y/N, what's up?" His voice made you jolt in your seat and you peeked over your notebook to look at his neat form, the sober and simple attire for his half shift at the near cyber library a deep contrast to what your eyes had been tainted with. You were so engrossed with your oggling at his plain black sweater and dark wash jeans - the pair that hugged his strong legs just the right way - that even missed what he asked, only understanding it had to do with the coffee machine.

"What? Oh yeah that thing's stuck. I was about to call you but..." You trailed off, awkwardly pointing to your laptop, receiving a small wince as response, an understanding nod as JungKook straightened up from the kitchen frame, arms crossed in front of your chest. 

"The more you need your cup of coffee then," he stated with a smile and you chuckled in agreement. "And since I'm so sweet I'll make it for you before heading out, even leaving a thermos so you can focus better." He said from the kitchen, and as you muttered something along the lines of how he should receive an award, resumed your typing. If only you weren't such a treat for my sanity... 

"Really, I don't know what you'd do without me!" His cheerful tone took you once more out of your focus, and you turned to look from where his voice was coming from so loudly, only to find his face millimeters away from yours, cute smile gracing his lips as the placed the steaming mug on the table beside the notebook, away from your clumsy hands. His chin came to rest on your shoulder as he peeked into your work, the rough draft of the report laid out as you edited it into something readable. 

His smell was amazing, the fresh scent of his body wash paired up perfectly with the light smell of the mildly sweet cologne he had decided to wear that day. He wasn't one to wear any strong scents after all, usually opting for no cologne actually, so that was a new. After enjoying the pleasant waft emanating from JungKook you looked back to your screen with a sigh. He smelled so innocent that it felt like the biggest lie ever what you had witnessed earlier that morning. "You're always on top of your game huh?"  His minty breath blew over your ear as he retreated, and you couldn't help the shudder that ran down your spine.  

"Well I'd really like to be," you answered vaguely, fingers hovering the keyboard as you tried to focus back. JungKook scoffed, leaning away from you only to place a hand on the top of your head. 

"Yeah, I'm sure you do," his just as vague answer was barely registered before he got up, grabbing his bag and quickly making his way to the door, surely just in time for leaving the house. 

The second time you caught JungKook, maybe a couple months later - enough to fade a little the first traumatic episode - it wasn't even your fault. The flat you lived in had a single bathroom, which you shared, any complaints from either side since the both of you were really clean when it came to those things, as much as you cherished privacy. Still, it was careless of him to just leave the door half open like that, but you had seen how rushed he had arrived home, so maybe it just slipped his mind in his hasty state. 

Coincidentally, you had to get up minutes later to pick a book from your room, for reference, and casually strolled down the hallway, noticing the creaked bathroom door, mist from the shower seeping out slightly. Shaking your head you sighed, that guy really liked his showers scalding, even in summer time. You didn't mind, since you were a fan of cold showers - it was better to concentrate -, so you had given him all the hot water he wanted. 

Your hand touched the knob, about to push the door closed, when from the corner of your eye you saw a movement on the reflection of the mirror. That was something that creeped you out, mirrors. On horror movies those where the things that scared you the most, and that was the only reason your eyes were glued to it, just waiting for something eery to happen. The last thing I need is this apartment to be haunted. 

Squinting, you tried to make out whatever was moving, fog clearing out a little as you started to distinguish a silhouette...

Trusting.

"Oh fuck yeah," as on cue, your flatmate grunted, the sound bouncing off the walls straight to your unprepared ears, hairs of your body standing as you shuddered.  

Dumbfounded, you could make out his naked back in the mirror, hot water sliding off to - and you were amazed to have such a clear view - his ass, the strong muscles flexing as his hips thrusted forward into - surprise - the fleshlight, hands wrapped around the device as he pushed it flush to the wall, his head leaned to the tiles, hair barely wet, damp bangs glued to his closed eyelids.  

You knew you had been staring for far too long as you began to notice the sound the toy made as he fucked into it slowly, the way JungKook bit his lower lip to keep louder sounds at bay and how his breathing was laboured, mouth gaping as he muttered silent curses, pace stuttering as he got himself closer to his release. Yet you didn't move an inch, fingers gripping the doorknob with enough strength that made your fingers hurt, so enchanted by the sight that it took JungKook's voice getting louder - even if just enough to make out what he was saying -, to bring you back from the illusion that you were the one in fact pressed up to the wall by his strong hands, him ramming deep inside of you. Blinking, you took a second to focus back to his head facing the wall, lips pressed to the cold tile as he heaved, completely spent. You, on the other hand were boiling with lust, free hand going immediately to press at your mouth as the attempt to move caused the realization that any friction at that point was welcome with the state of your underwear, even if not nearly as satisfactory as what you truly needed.

The third time - always a charm - thought, you were practically hit on the face with the realization that JungKook was indeed trying to be caught. 

When you finally got some days off to yourself - work had been a great way to distract your mind from the images provided by your dear flatmate, even if exhausting you to the core -, another friend of yours wouldn't stop bothering you about going out for drinks and for once go out and have some fun, claiming you looked like someone in dire need of blowing some steam. You had someone to blame for that entirely. 

The dawn of the deadline of your report had been chaotic, you had barely had any sleep as it was, a nervous wreck because of the unfinished document and because of the demonic being that once you called a friend gasping his way into the night, door completely ajar, daring you to just walk by - or inside, you weren't sure - as he got himself off. 

You were fooled for a second, as you walked past his room in search for hydration - always important to replenish the tears of frustration you had been crying -, noticing that he was for once fully dressed, muttering sweet nothings while sitting on his chair in front of the computer, earbuds in with music playing so loud you could even guess, had you spared the time to focused on that, and not the raging boner JungKook was playing with, one hand firmly gripping at his base, veins popping with the strain of being denied release, the other hand holding the toy, slowly lowering it back and enveloping his girth, breathing out each time the silicone wrapped his whole member. Halting your steps you found yourself feeling the familiar burning on the pit of your stomach, breathing hitched as your eyes couldn't help but stare, since it seemed like that was what JungKook truly wanted that whole time was his blatant disregard for hiding himself something to take note for. 

Still, even with JungKook sitting there and practically waving his cock at your face, you still decided to once more ignore the sight in behalf of your sanity and walked away, leaving the boy to his own devices. You needed to pay your shere of the rent. 

Maybe the work had indeed driven you crazy. 

Maybe it was JungKook, that you had no idea of his intentions, which was confusing as hell and due to being a coward you didn't intend to clear out in the near future. 

Maybe it was M*ybelline.

Either way, you turned around and got back inside your room, deeming yourself hydrated enough and definitely needing a break, but using the background noise as fuel to push you further into finishing the damn report. What sexual frustrating didn't do.

And so you did finished your piece, some hours to spare before you really had to send it, having gone through JungKook's barely audible release with an ounce of restrain left in your body before finally collapsing to your bed, closing your eyes with light promises of undisturbed sleep.

"I just wish he'd use me like that fucking toy," you grunted into your pillow, ear glued to your phone while talking to a friend about your worries. You haven't told her a very detailed version of everything you had seen, as to preserve the rest of sanity you still had refraining from reenacting the events up to that morning, but the resume of the whole thing had been quite enough.

"No pun intended huh?" Your friend chuckled and you followed suit, hand covering your eyes in mild embarrassment. "You should just tell him that, thought. By the looks of it, the man dropped a lot of obvious hints till this moment." 

You snorted. The fact that the hints were obvious was what had you confused in the first place, because what if you just had been in the wrong - right - place at the wrong - again, right in a way - time? Perhaps JungKook didn't realize you could see him using that thing at those moments and it was just something you were projecting in your mind, the always hidden want you had for your flatmate surfacing with the discovery.

"Yeah, like it's so easy. 'Hey JungKook, can I talk to you for a sec? Yeah so about that toy you seem to use a lot, the one I regret immensely giving you... You think you could just use me as a cum dump instead please?" You mocked, having your friend cackling with the way you were saying things and you had started chuckling too, body rolling face up. 

JungKook was standing right beside the bed, eyebrows quirked and a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. 

"That can probably be arranged, since you asked so nicely," his voice was deep and soft, but loud enough that your friend had heard it too, bidding you a quick goodbye between giggles, that you barely registered. You just laid there, pinned to your bed like a prey ready to be devoured. 

"JungKook what... What are you doing here?" Was what you managed to muster, finally sitting up in your bed, glancing at his face with widened eyes. He huffed, pulling you up to a stand, hands sliding down to grip your waist securely flush to his own, jeans doing barely anything to conceal his bulge against your pijama pants. You shuddered, fingers resting on his shoulders for support.

"Making all the moves, apparently." JungKook quipped, leaning down immediately to press his lips to yours without any more to add, drawing a surprised sound from your throat.

One second was all it took for you to melt on his touch, on his arms, on his lips. Eyes fluttering close, you finally understood - not that it would have been this hard for someone with half a sane mind - that he had been really pinning after you, and perhaps you weren't just a silent perv, a peeping tom. 

JungKook pulled back just as you were getting really lost in his hold, knees weak and body heating up whole. "Please," he started, voice hoarse as your eyes focused back into his. "Please tell me you meant what you just said. I'm so tired of just imagining this Y/N," 

His breath fanned on your face, the slight scent of alcohol telling you he had been really out for drinks with his friends, but eyes clear and precise, completely sober. 

"JungKook I swear to god if you don't fuck me right now-" You on the other hand, was completely drunk on him already, craving his touch after that single taste, needing to be owned by the guy that had been playing with your mind all this time. 

Barking a laugh, one of his hands came to cup your face, mouth capturing your lower lip and lightly suckling on it. 

"I guess I was too hard on you huh?" Said, pulling back once again, the hand at your hip sliding up your shirt with delicacy, fingers tickling your skin. "I'm sorry but you wouldn't take a fucking hint woman, I had to-"

"Jungkook." You exhaled shakily, the feeling of his fingers tracing underneath your breast making you light-headed. "Enough with the teasing,"

"But that's the fun part," teased, getting a grip of your hair, enough strength to force your head to the side, exposing your neck to his loving pecks. "Or didn't you enjoy watching me getting off, thinking it could be you instead?" At his words you whimpered, eyes closing and relishing on the feeling of the tip of his tongue licking at the sweet spot on your neck. 

"You knew I was watching," you gasped, having his fingers drumming over your hardening nipple, his confirmation hum against your skin causing goosebumps all over your body. "You should have said something, JungK-" 

Swiftly, JungKook turned around and threw himself to the bed, pulling your body on top of his, thighs parting automatically to straddle his tiny waist. 

"I want you," he breathed out, hips buckling up and you gasped, his hands returning to your waist only to slide down further, gripping your rear and forcing your hips into moving on top of his covered, hard cock. "I need you, Y/N. I wanted you to want me to, you know. I couldn't say anything-" 

"I always wanted you, silly. I was probably the one that shoved their feelings down first because I thought you didn't like me like this..." You scoffed, bracing yourself on his stomach and grinding down harder, earning a delighted groan. 

"I bet that you weren't. You wanna know why I know this?" He questioned, gasping as a particular roll of your hips gave him a little more of good friction. You tilted your head, staring at his lust filled eyes as your underwear kept getting wet, the more you tried to find release on his hard bulge. Manhandling you once more, you saw your world spin as you were put underneath his body, pressed flush to the mattress, JungKook's face inches from yours. 

"You wouldn't have given me that stupid toy to begin with, would just have asked me to pound into you like you were just saying," he muttered, hands pushing your shirt up to take hold of your breasts, watching your expression change as he played with them. 

"Oh, s-sounds like you liked the idea huh?" You tried to tease back, clawing at his shirt to get rid of that too, but with no success. Your flatmate only looked up at you, eyebrow quirked defiantly. 

Like a switch was flipped, his pace became immediately rushed, pulling back to push your body around, hastily ordering you into your stomach, hands gripping your hips tightly and pulling it up, so you were on your knees, ass in the air. You were disorientated as your shorts were pushed down together with the underwear, gasping surprised as you heard the buckle of his belt. 

"You're the one that said you wanted to be used as a cum dump right? I'm going to give it to you then," you looked over your shoulder at the guy that could look all sorts of soft and decent, but had this wild glint in his eyes that had you whimpering. "You don't even need foreplay to be fucking dripping, look at that!" And to prove his point, two fingers slid over your labia, drenched and slippery with your juices, tip nudging at your already throbbing clit and drawing a soft moan from you. Not satisfied, he decided for jamming those fingers in your needy pussy, the sudden invasion making you shout, slight pain from the stretch mixed with increased arousal. 

"With the toy I could slide right up tho, but you're so tight for me, what should we do?" His voice was thick, feeling you clench around his fingers as he moved them, moans filling the silence. 

"Just ram into me Kook, use me like that toy, fu-fuck me!" You practically begged, hearing him curse at your words, and next hung you knew, he was already lined to your entrance, ready to enter.  

"Who would have thought you're so dirty? Giving me this - shit so tight - pussy to use how I want to huh?" As he spoke, started pressing his cock in steadily, knocking the air out of your lungs as he bottomed, tip flush to your cervix. "You're so big inside of me, holy sh-" you stated, buckling your hips back to push him into moving, the mix of the pain and pleasure so gratifying that you couldn't stop making noise. 

The praise went straight to his cock, and in no time JungKook started a deep and hard pace, pounding into you, iron grip to your waist. The feeling was amazing, knowing he was getting off with you much more pleasant than whatever show he had put on for you to get off to later on. 

"That toy has nothing on you fuck," said, as his hips stuttered, apparently too close too soon for his release. He didn't seem to mind though, keeping the same harsh pace, your walls clenching around him, just starting to feel the orgasm building up. "So tight, I'm- Shit I'm cumming," 

The warning came late, as you could feel his warm seed filling you up - not even minding to ask if he could, but you had a feeling he either didn't care or knew you were on the pill - winding down a little on your own arousal, thinking he was finished. It was hot to have your wish fulfilled, but the need to cum would stay there anyways. A pity, but maybe that could be done next time? 

You were waiting for him to catch his breath and pull out, but JungKook just gasped as he kept himself inside, rutting into you until - you guessed - he wasn't so sensitive anymore. "Gonna fuck my cum in this pussy, make you my cum dump just as you said you wanted." And with that he began thrusting into you again, immediately rekindling the flame in the pit of your stomach as you moaned with his words, walls squeezing his barely softened cock. 

Soon he felt rock hard again, dick throbbing inside of you, JungKook's breathing ragged as he forced himself into yet another orgasm in a quicker speed, moves slightly shallow. The slick and squelching sounds of every thrust was only adding tightness to the knot in your stomach, but still not having enough to snap it. 

Your writhing must have gave you away, cause next thing JungKook was pulling out and positioning you once more to your back, hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, eyes going from your center to your face. You whimpered, urging him back inside, but he just leaned to kiss you once more, mouth still dry from cumming. 

"I'm sorry, I know you're close but I want to see you cumming, see how you look as I give you an orgasm." And that was enough to make you shove down any complaints you could have for being edged twice already, only biting at his lower lip in retaliation. 

"Go in t-then, you got me so close already JungKook," you admitted, heaving as he slid back in.

"Shit I love how you say my name, I-" 

He couldn't finish, the intensity of the feelings cutting him short, lower lip caged between his teeth. Rolling back to his knees, his eyes were trained to your point of connection as he fucked into you, entranced. 

The position was exactly what you needed, his tip repeatedly digging into your spot, your moans loud at first, only to turn into silent screams. "JungKook, oh I'm so close please,"

"I’m close too baby, look at me, I'm about to spill," and as you peeled your eyes open and stared at him, face flush and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and eyes on fire, gasping your name, that was enough to shoot you straight to your end, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

You couldn't think, only feel as he once more painted your walls with his seed, helping you through the orgasm with slow thrusts. 

But he didn't stop, even when you were just shaking, bordering oversensitivity. "Ah sh- it's too much oh-" your hands went to grip his arm as you whimpered, getting down of your high with heavy breathing.

"I got you Y/N, will fell - fuck - will feel amazing in a minute, promise - just one more m'kay?" He pressed his chest down to yours, capturing your lips and muffling your whines, before burying his head on the crook of your neck, sucking bruises on your skin as he got over his own high sensibility. 

And true to his words, your walls got used to the feeling of JungKook rutting slowly, clit finally being stimulated by his pelvic bone, and you just knew that orgasm he was building inside of you would be the last, by how quick it was coming. JungKook seemed to notice, by the fluttering of your pelvic floor, humming dirty words in your ear to egg you on. 

"That's it, good right? You're going to cum for me again hm? I'll fill you up good one last time too, this pussy leaking with my cum, since it's mine, right?"  

You had to swallow and try to wet your dry lips before responding with a nod. "Yes, it's yours to fill Kook, all yours ah-" with your words he pushed in as deep as he could, bringing you enough stimulation to make you cum again, slow but intense waves that tipped him to the edge as well, and by the surprised gasp he let out, he wasn't expecting it too. 

When he finally pulled out and laid by your side, you were utterly and completely spent. "Jesus Jeon, I think you broke me," you grinned, letting your body be pulled to his chest, not even minding the whole mess leaking between your legs. It only made it feel more real. 

"I think I broke myself too, to be honest." He snickered, face leaning to kiss the top of your head. You chuckled too, burying your head to his sweaty chest, relishing on his warm hold. 

Silence installed itself on the room, and you were almost falling asleep, when you heard his voice again.

"So... This means I can throw away that stupid toy?" 

You snorted, looking up with a smile at his unsure expression. "If you don't I'll make sure to burn it tomorrow."

[waywardravenmedia]

Star Wars Myths and Musings. Episode III: The House of Atreus and Dune

Episode III. The House of Atreus, Dune, and Star Wars.

Catch up on Episode I and Episode II

Some may not be familiar with the mythology involving the ancient Greek story of the House of Atreus, but it has held sway over many mythic developments from antiquity to modern novels, especially Dune by Frank Herbert. At its core, it involves familial/ordained duty in conflict with personal morality/self-determinism, and the abstract of justice, but most of all redemption.    

Let’s start with a scant overview of the Greek myth of which there are a few versions and literary offshoots.

The House of Atreus.

Zeus had a son named Tantalus. Being a bit audacious and arrogant, he wished to test the gods omniscience. Being of the twisted sort, he killed his son Pelops and cooked him up and served Pelops pies (not really pies but you get the picture and it might remind you of the Rat King in Game of Thrones). All the gods could tell except Artemis because she was preoccupied with the kidnapping of her daughter Penelope, so she took a bite. This earned Tantalus a fate where he was sent to the underworld where he would be forever hungry and thirsty but water and food was just out of reach. Thus, the word tantalize. He started an imbalance/curse but would not be able to restore balance/lift the curse, which is the essence of the mythic cycle.  

Pelops was restored to life. He had two sons named Atreus and Thyestes. They competed against each other and wanted the throne of Argos. Some trickery involving a sheep happens along with Thyestes being a rather poor brother by having an affair with Atreus’ wife Aerope, and he ascends the throne. But, Atreus takes it away and like most brothers, a bit of revenge was taken though in extremis. Following in his ancestor’s unwise footsteps, Atreus killed Thyestes sons, cooked them up, and fed them to his bro, who in an odd sort of shaming was sent into exile for consuming his kids. Now, every good ancient myth/drama needs more taboos, as if cannibalism isn’t enough, so a bit of incest goes down with Thyestes and his daughter Aegisthus. Guess who dies as a result? Atreus. It is a cycle of selfishness and revenge. The sins of the past climb down the generations and reflect the previous transgressions.

But that’s not the end. Atreus had two sons (yes, the parallels are obvious) named Agamemnon and Menelaus. Yup, The Odyssey guys. To cut to the chase, Agamemnon pisses off Artemis just like dear old grandpa. And because Agamemnon really wants to go to war with Troy, he must supplicate the goddess to gain the desired wind so his fleet can set sail. What is called for? Yes, you got it. Another sacrifice of a child. More taboos equal more fun.

Agamemnon sacrifices his daughter Iphigenia so he can go to war and keep his promise to his brother to get Helen (of Troy) back. This, as you can understand, quite irks his wife Clytemnestra. The cycle of selfishness and revenge is renewed. She has Agamemnon killed when he gets back and this calls for their son Orestes to kill his mom, as per tradition, which he does with some help from his sister Electra (not the assassin who has a thing for Daredevil).

With no one to avenge Clytemnestra, the divine Furies/Erinyes go after Orestes. Jump to the end, Orestes is made to marry Hermione (not the Granger), daughter of Helen and Menelaus. This is after Apollo, the good old shiny god, sets up the first trial/courtroom in Athens so to end this cycle of retribution. Some say this myth illustrates the advent of the jury system and the growth of civilization from a clan modeled reality where blood is answered with blood, and that in turn must be answered with blood in perpetuity. Resolutions and justice could now take a foothold from the chaotic past. That is what I was taught but what I always took away was that the original sin of the patriarch infected the family line and redemption for the family could only come with stopping the cycle of violence and embracing a non-violent course of settling contentions.

Where does this fit in with Star Wars and Dune?

First, both are family sagas. Second, the sins of the family or father must be redeemed by the sons. The imbalance that was caused by an initial “divine/spiritual” action had to be brought back in balance with the natural/physical world.

It is evident that Dune influenced science fiction after its publication. The direct line of influence by the House of Atreus on Dune is overt in the name of protagonist. Paul Atredies. Atreus is translated from ancient Greek as “No Fear” or no tremble to be accurate. The descendant of Atreus are called Atreidai in the plural or Atreides in the singular.  Overcoming fear is a big deal in Dune. It is spoken of in the Litany Against Fear by the Bene Gesserit and it is fear that keeps the Bene Gesserit from being “all places at once” with a powerful prescience ability that Paul obtains. Fear as a subject matter addressed in science fiction would be forever different after that, and in Star Wars, it is fear that consumes Anakin Skywalker and transforms him into the Sith Lord Darth Vader. It is fear that Luke Skywalker must overcome to redeem his father Anakin Skywalker.

Sure, subjects, topics, themes, can and do flow from many sources but Dune has a direct line from the House of Atreus, and Star Wars borrows a trajectory from foundational science fiction/speculative fiction to manifest a space opera coalesced from mythology. Just the similarities in location and character show the connections. Luke Skywalker is royalty even if he doesn’t know it. His mom was Padme Amidala, once a Queen of Naboo. Paul is the son of Duke Leto Atredies. Both must live in deserts. Powerful emperors plot their destruction or corruption. Both seek the greatest source of power in their universes. Luke the Force and Paul the control of prescience and the Spice Melange, which allows for controlled interstellar space travel and thus is the source of economic control of which all are bound.

Sins of the past or redemption of the father, or family, are the real pepper in the seasoning of the story and what drive Luke in Star Wars (in ROTJ at least) and Paul as he tries to reclaim the rightful place of power back from the Harkonnen, who he happens to be related to by his grandfather, which he doesn’t know until later just like Luke finding out about Darth Vader being his father. The old “We’re related” twist. In the end, Luke and Paul redeem their families. But, Paul really extends the House of Atreus cycle by becoming trapped by able to see the future but not able to change it (very common to Greek myths) and then having his son redeem him, even though it traps him into a destiny that isn’t so cool. Unless you want to be a giant worm that dies if it falls into water. 

"...perhaps the Skywalker family has a longer and more deeply rooted history with the Force than we know. "

The imbalance issue. Restoring balance to the Force is reiterated throughout the prequels and the tv show The Clone Wars. What created the imbalance in the first place? Tricky question. We don’t really know. Maybe that will be addressed in the upcoming movie The Last Jedi. But perhaps the Skywalker family has a longer and more deeply rooted history with the Force than we know. Maybe an ancient Skywalker was one of the people who helped trigger the imbalance and therefore the line of Skywalker was mantled with the responsibility to bring restoration? Sins of the father deal. In any case, Anakin Skywalker did bring the Force back into balance, or so we thought. This would end the cycle of storm and stress, tit for tat, dark and light, but as with any system requiring homeostasis, new introductions of actors or elements can shift to imbalance. Looks like it didn’t last long. Perhaps another family was involved in triggering of the Force imbalance in the past and needs to join with the Skywalkers to really restore it. 

In Dune, it is not Paul who does the real work to save the universe. It is Leto II his son who become a god-emperor/conquering worm. He, and Paul before him, foresees that human stagnation will lead to demise. Leto II recognizes that stagnation in human growth is the imbalance. To create a balance of potential, he becomes the architect of the Great Scattering where humans will need to leave the Known for the unKnown and ruins the old empire. This kicks adaption into gear.

One could parallel this with Anakin Skywalker being prophecized as the “balance bringer” and he does what he thinks is right for his new empire, even if it made him into a tyrant in an exoskeleton with lovely blinking lights and quaint quilted sleeves of black. Then, Luke just like Leto II comes about to save his father from himself and what he created. If you placed Luke Skywalker into a Leto II role, then the next logical step for his story arc would be he would take on his father’s task but direct it in such a way as to destroy it and create a new path or destiny. Leto II saw the error in the old rigid religious way of thinking regarding human civilization, status, and power so he altered it to be so oppressive that humans would eventually try to dismantle it. Casting it away. It worked. Though Luke tried to recreate the Jedi, it failed. He went to exile (Leto did a self-imposed exile before merging with the sand-trout) and seems to have had a revelation about the religious order he followed. In that “… the Jedi must end” from the trailer.  

There are plenty of other elements that link Dune series of novels to Star Wars such as a special set of warriors with super powers, religious sects with rigid doctrine, messiahs, clairvoyant abilities, mystics in the desert, prophecy, twins, dashing rogues who fall in love with a princess (Idaho and Solo rhyme), a penchant for combat with blades/light sabers, forbidden love, desert worlds, and of course odd colored eyes.  Lastly, I found it interesting that borrowing from the “Bible” was extant in both works. I mean, the reference to the New Testament is right there with first names, Luke and Paul, but that a whole other influence I don’t want to get into.

Like I have always said to my friends, I always thought Star Wars was Dune blended with tales of King Arthur, strewn with Greek and Celtic mythology, featuring psychic, super-powered samurais in space but it all goes back to the House of Atreus and this could give an idea of where it goes forward.  

So ends the musing of Episode III.

Vox clamantis in deserto.