#dumb unnecessary arguments

[keyh0use]

if I was in the obx writing room, I would do something never before seen on the show like create a happy, healthy, lasting relationship

[bakerysnake]

i used to be uncomfortable with marriage jokes because i was uncomfortable with marriage as a thing in general and one friend was like, IT'S JUST A JOKE GET OVER IT, when i'd bring it up

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Fucking in their offices with the veteran trio please ☺️

Wow I'm getting a lot of requests asking for these three actually and I am NOT complaining lol.

Disclaimer: I use they/them pronouns for Hanji and since this request is NSFW in nature also AFAB language/terms will also be used for them. And tldr summary of this entire thing: poor Survey Corps desks, man... the true strongest soldiers ❤️‍🩹

(Gender neutral reader)

(NSFW contents under the cut)

Levi Ackerman

Takes issue with the idea at first, after all this is the place he works - important papers who knows been god-knows-where and shit get signed and handed off at that desk. To fuck on it would be unsanitary you know how many people have touched this thing? Plus it would leave an unnecessary mess, and not to mention the door leading to his connected bedroom is not even like... eleven steps away from it. With a bed. A bed he knows only the two have you have been in and with sheets that are cleaned everyday. Why not just fuck you there instead? It seems obvious. Until, that is, one day you're having a heated argument - one he looks back on as very dumb but he knows how stubborn he can be when not backing down on something, especially when it involves Erwin's equally as stubborn ass who tends to drag him into his messes and therefore creating this argument you had - and he doesn't exactly remember the turning point of when you started kissing each other with such tenacity or when you started ripping each other's clothes off but it's when you're pushed back on his desk, pushing all his neat stacked paperwork onto the floor sprawled back with your legs spread with that demanding "fuck me," glint in yours eyes.

Eh. It just clicked and now he's thinking with his dick.

His kisses are frantic. He bites all over the base of your throat and leaves marks he knows you're going to have trouble hiding the next day but that's honestly the further thing from his mind right now as he has three fingers shoved all the way to the knuckles inside you right now prying your hole practically wide open.

Your legs are anchored on his hips, your pants dangling one of them and the straps of your gear hanging loose off of them keep snapping into his ass to an annoying point where he completely rips them off and tosses them to the complete opposite side of the room.

Yank and pull on his hair. Do it and he'll let put a guttural groan and shove you down further on the desk where your back is completely on it and you have to physically strain to keep your head up from keeping it from hanging over the edge - to 'assist' you from having to do this he puts a hand in your hair in return, holding your head up and make you look as he fucks you with his nearly his entire hand now. It gets your eyes all glossy as you feel so overwhelmed, you feel so good.

"You're pitiful, you know that?" He tells you, picking up the pace as you squeeze around his fingers. "But that's just fine... preferable actually. I love seeing you this way and I'm not even properly fucking you yet."

When he enters you the desk finally creaks. It's a sound that itches his brain turns out, it gets his silver grays all wide that he pauses what he's doing for just a lingering moment - to your dismay as you're now flipped on your stomach on the surface with your ass out, grinding back onto him whimpering for him to move, which he gives a slight buck and there it is again. The creak. He needs to hear it again. Again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And-

It's the combination of both your noises - all the moans, groans, curses, whimpers, and gritted calls of his name on your lips - and the wooden thudding, metalic complaining, the slight crackles that his desk, the one he's had since getting promoted to Captain and earning this office, that reeeeaallly gets his rocks off as he pounds you into it.

He thinks about just about how many boring exchanges he's had at his desk, all the meetings, the Cadet reprimantions, that fucking time that noble had the balls to come to his - at the time - brand new office and lecture him and newly appointed Commander Erwin who was visiting up and down how he still didn't approve of this "Gutter-rat thug," getting such a high position of military rank in barely over a year and had threatened to pull fundings. Now look at him. Captain 'Gutter-rat thug,' currently fucking you over it. Weirdly hot. Next time he has those boring exchanges he'll definitely have something nice to distract himself now.

He drapes himself over you from behind, continuing to mark up your neck and whisper in hushed tones all sort of both dirty things mixed with genuine praises of love and adoration - things only meant for you to hear, afterall he can still wreck you to the point of pleasured tears and still be all sappy, you know? It's not like anyone else is around. He likes doing it with one of your legs picked up from off the ground and holding it up in the crease of his arms - spreading you open wider for him to take and every creak and crackle of the desk underneath you is like a euphoric punctuation to ever single thrust he makes deep inside you that only grows louder, and louder, and louder, and louder, and louder, and louder until it almost sounds like thunder.

When you two finally finish, both out of breath like you just ran a mile as all your love spills between you does Levi pull back to assess the mess that trickles in flooding globs that forms into large puddles onto the rocky wood that rationality sets back in him like a truck.

"M'gonna have to clean and disinfect that... fucking knows how I'm going to get the damn smell out before those snooping fuckin-"

You move without out saying anything, down on your wobbly knees but you still make eye contact as you perform your next sinful action: licking it all up, every single bit left behind on the hardwood.

Levi just blinks. Dumbfounded.

It doesn't matter how big or small you are, Levi has you picked up and tucked under his arm before he can even realize it - he takes those eleven steps to his and yours shared bedroom and tosses you on the bed and kicks the door behind him close. You two aren't done yet.

It's later the next day when Levi gets a knock at his office door, which he barely even has to let out permission to come in as he currently is reorganizing the some of your books on his shelf and cleaning around the general area as the door opens and comes in Erwin, stack of papers in his hand.

"Levi," He greets closing the door behind him and walking further into the office.

The Captain just hums, setting the current book in his hands down and moving to the next to carefully wipe down the cover and shaky off any gathered dust from the pages. Erwin then stands there awkwardly for a moment, rubbing back his pomade slick hair before speaking again.

"I think I should apologize for causing you and (Name) to argue yesterday at the meeting with Zackley, that wasn't my intention. Again, my apologies."

"I know. Tell them that."

"I will, I just thought I'd come here first. I have the documents you requested."

Levi hums again, with his rag he starts to scrubs down a stain mark on the shelf he hasn't noticed before. Meanwhile Erwin slowly trudges over to the Captain's desk, putting a careful eye on the documents in his hands before he shuffles around where he's facing away from desk and goes to sit down before Levi catches it at the last second from the corner of his eye and immediately goes to yell for him not to and then-

CRUNCH.

Erwin's wide eyed as he now sits on the floor, the desk now cracked into two pieces with him in the middle of it. It'd be funny, it really would, if it were anyone else's but his desk. The Commander looks honestly baffled as he looks at the current unexplainable predicament he's found himself in. Levi silently swallows and hurryingly thinks up the first excuse he can pull out of his ass.

...ass. He points at the blonde.

"Your ass fucking broke my desk."

Erwin blinks before looking back down at the broken wood pile he sits on, chuckle leaving his throat. "I do really do guess Mitras quality still isn't worth much, huh? Overpriced yet completely unstable. Just like the lot of them."

"Your ass broke my fucking desk."

"Yeah - I - I guess it did..."

When he stands up he brushes himself off, looking at the damage that Levi swallows and tries not to think on the truth on actually why it broke - Erwin's ass was just the damn straw that broke the titan's back or whatever the saying goes. He didn't even want to think about how much from the budget it'd take to get this shit replaced but Erwin insists on it, saying Mike's folks actually are good craftspeople, they should be able to build an actual stable one instead of expensive dull and weak Sina bought ones. But yet... Levi wasn't sure on the truth of how weak it was since he fucked your guts out on it... but of course he couldn't just voice that part out loud. So he just quietly nods his head and agrees.

From that point afterwards he swear to you no more desk fucking.... for a good couple weeks then he finds you two at it again - however, Erwin was right, the new desk from Mike's family was very stable, very strong, very capable of withstanding a good dicking between you two.

Let's just hope it doesn't need to get replaced any time soon.

Hanji Zoë

Quite literally will jump at the chance to. Like you could be at the side of their desk, pointing over and drawn together diagrams and other research papers as they sit in their chair with their eyes wide staring at you not paying attention to a single thing you're saying - it's rude, they know, but it's so damn hard when you're so attractive! You don't notice their staring, you keep on talking business and adding your thoughts and commentary about certain test results on the latest experiments done on the two captured titans behind base: Jimmy and Stanley, as Hanji has named them - you only stop talking and look over when you process how quiet they've become, a very unusual thing for your lover, and your about to question what's wrong or if something about the results is troubling to them before they immediately have their hand on your face, cupped between their palm, as pull you down to kiss them.

Titans are quite literally the farthest thing on their mind as they push everything - every single thing, from the research notes you were just going over, to other important pieces of paper, to the junk nit-nacks they've hoarded on their messy desk - all onto the floor as the jolt and push back their chair to stand and pick you up to set you down on the surface and yank off your boots and pants.

They kiss all over your legs, nipping and biting and sinking in your touch as your fingers find the back of their brunette head to encourage their actions. Their breath is so warm against your underwear as they proceed to kiss through the material - getting an approving hum from you - before tantalizingly pluck their fingers in the band to begin to pull them down your legs, revealing your aching-with-need sex to them. But they don't touch you where you want right away, you're going to have to earn it by begging. They remind you of that while tracing their tongue over the worn marks of ODM straps on your thighs then biting at them, deep in the flesh.

Once you've begged enough to their liking do they finally touch you, and they're so good with their fingers, giving you a nice good prep before replacing it with their just as good tongue they devour your sex with. Then with their unoccupied hands they reach and grab around your hips so you can't squirm away from them as they are crouched down at the foot of that desk and go to town with you in their mouth like there's no tomorrow.

Your come stains their face when they finally pull away gasping for air - hadn't pulled away a single time since they started. They smile big at you, with their hands on your hips they scoot you in closer and with a rough sudden movement rocks the desk where you falling slightly forward so they can kiss you, making damn sure you taste yourself on their lips.

You're both on top the desk now. Hanji's - their lower half completely bare - straddled one of your legs as your rearranged as much as you can on the surface space to tangle them together and they have you slightly pushed back to where both your sexes can kiss and grind against each other. With obnoxious squeaks you fuck each other on it like animals.

They talk to you in punched out whispers, their chest - fully exposed as you've ripped open their shirt and tugged off the bandaged to reveal their breasts from underneath and bounce with each movement to two of you make. They also have their glasses pushed up and rest on the top of their head, they bounce with each movement too.

"You like this? You like taking my pussy like this? Naughty little thing... you know, I've noticed you bending over or sitting my desk with your legs open tons of times. Did you want this? But to embarrassed to ask? Huh?"

They get so domineering worked up like this you feel too high to even speak, you nod before your pulling in to more kisses as they completely fuck you further sending you closer and closer to the edge until your light headed and your whole body is numb, you fall back with your bones turned to jelly until everything sudden tightens again and the numbness fazes into hyperawareness when that snap in your gut happens and your practically sob with your release.

When your both done you two keep sitting on there for awhile, you're not even sure how long but Hanji rests into you with a wide smile on their face and half asleep in the crook of your neck but they lazily keep you sitting up and not to fall off onto the floor. It's nice, really nice, your hands stumble as you go to pet at your lover's hair and further relax into them.

But your afterglow safe haven doesn't last long as there's a sudden banging on the office door.

"Squad Leader! Stanley just bit a Cadet's arm off!" Uh oh.

Hanji's eyes go wide and whatever sleep was present in them before completely evaporates as they pull themselves off you. Panic sets it.

"Shit!" They curse and hop off the desk to go immediately pull their clothes sloppily and haphazardly back on - their pants are on backwards. They turn back to you.

"Give me like - uh - twenty minutes! Be right back!"

Incidents like this if word travels fast enough could be used as ammunition against the Corps, not to mention the poor kid...

They give you one last kiss before quickly rushing out the door, slamming poor Moblit in the face with it without realizing it as the shoot down the hall.

"STANLEY!!!"

They sob in a way like a parent just lost their child, which in a weird way they kind of did, they really did like that one... and it's nape's probably already been split open by now.

You should probably get dressed and join them, comfort their 'mourning'... if your legs can unjelly that is.

Erwin Smith

Erwin Smith is the biggest workaholic you've ever met. He spends 80% of his time glued at that damn desk and he can be very stubborn about it so it can take quite a lot to pull him away from it... though, maybe with some slight convincing...

He'll remain focused, neatly writing down his formal documentations to be sent to the capitol along with other important matters gathering his attention, even when you're behind him with your arms around his shoulders and kissing along his neck begging him to take a break as he's been in at one spot for around twelve hours straight. It won't be easy getting him away from work, he'll reassure how important his current business is and will blab on and on about all the detailed variables but honestly you could care less when he looks like he could fall over from overworking himself to death. He at least needed a damn break and you know how you could provide.

Did I mention how stubborn this man is? He won't break, even if you maneuver around in front of him and the desk as he sits there with you dropped on your knees... but he won't exactly say no, so that's start. He'll continue to work, even as you work to start pulling and undoing his belt, he'll continue jotting down on whatever he's working on but he won't stop you - hell he won't even give you any input as the sounds sounds in the office are the jingling of his belt and zipper being undone and the scribbles of pen on paper.

"Do you think Zackley would approve if I were to ask for more horses? It's best we have extra for Expeditions and I think it'd be best if each squad were to bring a couple extra in case one of their horses gets killed on the field."

He asks you, you having his cock buried deep down your throat. Casual - no, business causal in that way Erwin tends to do... but the obscurity for him to ask you about supply horses... you nearly choke because of it and surprisingly Erwin's hand finds to the back of your head to ease and balance your head out but he doesn't completely pull you off if it, as if he's come to terms with the whole situation but still he doesn't pull himself from work. It's clear you're going to easy on him. You will make him take a break from work.

You suck, swallow, take everything he has. Your hands grip tight at his hips as you your your face on his dick in steady but frequent rhythm that does get his hips to slightly buck forward every once in a while but he always comes to pet at your head in apologies if he accidentally put you in discomfort in any way and he carries on - the scribbling on the desk up behind you becoming more grading by the second.

However, there's one ray of hope... his balls.

Erwin will immediately jump in his chair and drop his pen - ink undoubtedly spilling and staining important documents the moment your mouth pulls off his cock entirely and replace it with his balls in your mouth. Play with them. Suck them. Fucking bite them. Anything. Now you have his attention and will earn a loud guttural groan from out his lips that seals the deal you've just locked in your mission success.

He sits completely back in his chair - whatever business details he was going over completely disappear in the back of his mind as both of his large hands find themselves in your head and he vocally encourages you to keep going. His cock will drip pre all over your face as you rest just below it rolling your tongue over his sack and he'll throb so needily for you.

It's then becomes so easy to get lost in everything that you don't even realize you're being pushed back further underneath the desk until Erwin's chair suddenly scoots up to sit up to it proper.

"I got these." Mike.

Mike had walked in and you can hear - and slightly flinch at the loud sound of - a stack of papers being dropped above you on the desktop. You sit there on your knees, slightly uncomfortable at the crowded position underneath the desk, your mouth still attached to Erwin's crouch - but you don't pull away, just look up as much as you can to see your lover manage to keep up sudden appearances to his cadethood friend as best he can... strangely hot in a weird way. And Mike Zacharias was no idiot.

"You feelin' okay?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? Though, I do suppose I have quite the workload. I should finish soon."

Mike hums in response but you can't see his face, if you could you feel like it'd be more telling and revealing so, to save from embarrassment it's probably for the best.

Then the bastard sniffs and it sends fifty layers of fear and panic through your spine.

Silence.

"Hanji's holding a card game in their office, there's gonna be booze. I'll expect you not to work yourself to death and come. Bring (Name) too if you want. If you can find them, their squad has been looking for 'em for the past half hour."

Subtly, underneath the desk the Commander feels at your head with an affirming pat. "Will do, see you then, Mike."

You then carefully listen to the boots creak on the floor, you count up sixteen steps before the door opens and clicks close behind. Another beat passes in silence before suddenly the hand on your head tightens it's grip and pulls you forward as the Commander's chair scoots back and away from the desk before he makes your head tilt back and does he look down at you proper for the first time since the encounter started.

"Well," He addresses, voice low and dangerously smooth. "-looks like I'm done with my work, hm? You got what you wanted, you must be so proud."

"Erwin-"

"Pants off. On the desk. Legs spread. That's an order, (Surname)." He says with a crooked smile, the dirty one, the one that sometimes comes out during the most inappropriate of times. That one.

Well, it's your Commander's orders. You yourself grin as you get up to your feet. Who were you not to follow?

It's only a little bit awkward an hour later when the two of you finally step in Hanji's office (pigsty, as Levi calls it) cleaned up the best you could but still the two of you had that 'messed around' aura but no one really seems to question as Hanji jokes it's about time you two showed up before going on a tirade swearing up and down Mike's cheating - he simply raises his nose swearing he's not - before you sit down at the crowded trouble where Levi rolls his eyes and passes out cards for you both, muttering something under his breath you don't quite catch but Mike kicks him under the table for it, causing him to kick harder in return.

It's fun, having little moments of small non battle camaraderie like this, for just a small amount of time all of you get to not think about titans, the Walls, and certain death for once. It's especially nice looking over to Erwin, who is now enthralled in the card game and is a very deceptive cheat to the unexpected opponent and takes plenty of risky gambles as he's known to do - a good amount of people around this table can read him and no when he's lying but it is still rather difficult, his poker face is damn well good and practiced - but even still it's obvious he's having fun and is finally not focused to death on his work which makes you happy. Even if you should've definitely won that last hand.

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[callmelola111]

the whole “community” aspect of tlou tumblr has completely disappeared and it makes me very sad. my feed is just a big mess of writers throwing insults at others and trying to win the woke wars instead of posting actual content and it makes this app absolutely insufferable. i rarely even see fics anymore, likeee this is tumblr not twitter,,,

i just cannot stand the influx of negative posts. i understand that there are times when ppl should be called out about their behavior but half of the time its just blogs trying to start unnecessary discourse about shit that does not matter. and these dumb arguments being made lose all basis anyways when you try and make examples out of fan fiction (emphasis on the fiction part) you read on fucking tumblr. go conquer the sa themes in colleen hoover books or the actual porn industry and its dangers instead of random girls on the internet who aren’t authors and have little to no influence on anything or anyone. or idk maybe go donate money, go to protests or actually make a difference instead of hiding in your little corner on the internet if you genuinely want to be a good activist. must i remind you that we are all writing fan fiction about pixels and posting it on the internet,,, you are not above anyone else here so drop the superiority complex <3

[olderthannetfic]

My experience with shippers has been such a mixed bag.

Sometimes there are those "controversial fandom takes" threads and some comments go like this:

"Shippers are the worst. They only care about their romance and never talk about anything interesting in the story outside of that!"

Which will be responded to with either:

"There are lots of ways to enjoy content, mind your business!"

Or

"Shippers are the backbone of a fandom. We can discuss the intricacies of the work AND be horny at the same time!"

I'm sure that's true, but that was rarely how it went in the fandoms I was part of, unlucky bastard that I am. Out of the languages I can understand, I only saw a few times fans engaged in discussions about several topics concerning the show or the book. The rest were either quiet or balls-deep in messy shipping behaviour that is often criticised.

The irony is that it was always the shippers who got angry when people complained about them being "that kind of fan" who would engage in huge blown-out public arguments online. The last time I saw it happen, a group got super angry when a random person online, who none of them followed, criticised their favourite ship in the quotes of a tweet that wasn't theirs. It was a dumb criticism from a person who didn't understand the characters nor cared to understand the chemistry that fans of that ship see. Very stupid and, to me, easy to ignore. But the shippers got so angry that the fight spread outside of their bubble and more random people got involved. Eventually, their fight reached a big artist from that ship and that person shaded their holy war by saying: "I love [pairing] as much as you guys do, but fighting over this is so unnecessary. Ignore them and stop doing this shit! How tiring and boring that this always happens!" and it eventually stopped. Later, I caught one of them wondering if the artist was talking about them, afraid they would get blocked for bringing toxicity to the artist's page, which I found out is something that the artist does to curate their online experience. You know, like a sensible person.

I wish I could say they were teenagers, but they were between 22 to 29 years old.

And let's not talk about the civil wars. God forbid a ship be interpreted in a way that the others dislike, or explored in darker and more controversial themes!

I just can't wrap my head around the behaviour of getting into fights with strangers on twitter dot com or anywhere on the World Wide Web because someone out there said something stupid about a thing I like. Why do some people get so aggressively defensive rather than just blocking and moving on? Maybe throwing in a "spoken like a true tasteless bitch" if feeling particularly vexed?

I'll never say shippers are useless fans like some say, but they can be some of the most consistent shit-stirrers in fandoms. My biggest struggle with them is that the crazy shippers aren't vile in the same way that some fans can be when a black woman is cast for the role of a character that isn't black, for example. They are vile in the way that they will send death threats to the directors, the animators, and the actors if their ship isn't made canon by the end of the story.

At their best, shippers can be some of the most engaged and passionate fans anyone could have the pleasure to find in their fandom. But at their worst... man...

--

I'll eat my hat if like 90% of people reading here don't ship a bunch of ships.

[return-to-ravenbrooks]

Return to Ravenbrooks:

Biography

Entry 3

Name: Maritza Esposito

Date of Birth: 1997

Gender: F

Current Address: 910 Friendly Court

Height: 5'5

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Green

Key features: Shaved head, prosthetic leg, custom-made bat

Role: Defender

Abilities: Boxing, strength, speed

Occupation: [REDACTED]

Status: Fair

Biography:

If I had a nickel for every time a little argument or scuffle emerged between Nicky and anyone else in the newly formed "Ravenbrooks Investigation Club" I could get one of those nice professional metal bats. Maybe then I could practice my swinging instead of just sitting back and kicking my legs on the arm of Trinity's couch while they scuffed.

Usually, it was nothing. Stress boiled into anger and frustration. Usually, some yelling and gritted teeth and nothing more.

But today wasn't a nothing more day. Today things began to get heated again. Trinity brought up going into the old house again. The stress of investigating must've been getting to her like it's getting to all of us because she shoves him, hard. His head hit the wall hard enough that the thud made us wince. I jerked upwards out of my seat. If it'd been a few months ago I wouldn't have. Nicky had a hard time forming a proper fist, let alone throwing a punch. He was a flighter, not a fighter. But now? I don't know if that strength had the real temper behind it to do anything, but if somehow someway this did get violent?

I didn't have to take a full step before something distracted all of us.

Knocking.

The lot of us exchanged glances. Trinity's parents wouldn't have knocked on their own front door, and they, like most of the parents in Ravenbrooks were away at parent-teacher night.

I leaned toward the living room window, peeking out at the front step. I have to close the curtain and open them again, then again. Like somehow that'll make the familiar face change into someone else.

"...Who is it?" Trinity asks finally.

"A boy and-" I stop, having to think my words out carefully, "...The Carrion's kid..." I mumbled. The words are meaningless to her ears, but I can feel Enzo's eyes widen.

Ivan was the one who opened the door at last, and without a word, the two boys rushed in. They looked awful. An all too familiar level of awful. The taller boy, whose head was decorated with strawberry-blonde hair tangled with sticks and leaves, and what I slowly realize is blood. It's smeared across his face and around tear-stained eyes. His name is Damien, I think, but out of the two of them, it's the boy he's gripping tightly I'm focused on.

He looks different without the thick black eyeshadow and old all-black clothes. Instead, the boy's face is covered in bruises, scratches, and blood. His left eye is swollen shut and there's blood dripping from his mouth. He's dressed in shredded brown shorts and a hoodie much too big for his frame. I can only assume it was Damien's.

No one wanted to take the time to explain the Carrion family to Trinity. It felt dumb and unnecessary. What good was 'Hey did you know there's ANOTHER weirdo family in Ravenbrooks?' What help was it to talk about Lucy Yi's funeral, and the boy from the rich old family who stood up in front of a crowd of sobbing adults and talked about how graceful her corpse looked?

Dad interviewed his parents after it happened, or tried to at least. Apparently, they slammed the door in his face, violently. Stopped showing their faces in public. "I'd be a shut-in two if my creepy son ruined my family name" he muttered angrily after the fact. Hard cut-offs from rich snobs were an annoying barricade to reporters everywhere.

There's such a long period of silence. Empty cold silence and Trinity got out a first aid kit. Enzo cleared his throat finally, but didn't speak.

"...What happened to you, Zach?" I looked up from my spot on the couch. I was surprised to see Nicky speaking, his arms crossed anxiously over his chest. There was almost an heir of demand in his question. Like he of all people was owed an answer. I fought the urge to scoff.

"We... I-" Zach's lip trembled, showing off how busted it up was. If it weren't for the nature of the town, I would've thought he was mugged. His trembles turned into violent sobs again. Damien, who was seemingly deep in thought until now, was snapped into reality by this.

"...Can we trust you guys not to tell anyone?" Damien asked. We all exchanged glances suspiciously, and worriedly, then nodded. He took a long breath. "We were having a sleepover at my house." He said quietly, chewing his lip like he was preparing his words. "I- I don't know if my parents put something in our food or what, but for some reason, we were feeling really tired before the sun had even set, so we went to bed. By some miracle I woke up maybe an hour later and- he was gone... so was my parent's car."

He sat there for a minute like that was enough explanation for their busted-up state.

"...and then?" I prodded. His eyes snapped to me, blinking and chewing his lips in the unsure thinking way again.

"Oh- uh... right. Well-... listen. You- you guys really can't tell anyone about this. Please." He pled.

"We won't," Trinity promised again, this time aloud. She ripped the end of the bandage on his arm, tying it off.

"Well- I'd been getting suspicious of my parents, they always get weird and clingy when Zach visits, and other times they'll disappear for the whole night- so- so I put a tracker on their car." He inhaled after the reveal. Silence again. "...and- I followed the car to the old weather station."

Even breathing seemed to stop in silence as he described the scene to us, the weird tunnel, and the people in robes, two of whom he said he recognized as his parents. Who else could've brought Zach there?

"...what were they doing?" Trinity asked nervously.

"I don't know for sure, something about attempting to 'repeat the steps'. All I know is the group went from quiet and mysterious to- really violent." Zach began to sob again.

"A pit..." he whispered between large tears that matched his wide blue-grey eyes. "Th-they wanted to push me into a pit..."

"I grabbed whatever I could get my hands on around me, I think it was a metal rod from some piece of old machinery. I swung it at their heads. Then there was this- flash of blinding light and- I don't remember much of what happened next..." he admitted. "All I remember is that as soon as I could reach him I grabbed Zach's hand and ran through the forest. We didn't stop to breathe until we saw your house." He looked at Trinity. "You guys are the ones investigating 'whatever evil crap this town is built on' after all, aren't you?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nicky's shoulders raise awkwardly as he rubbed his arm.

The last time I checked, helping the hippy kid whose parents are, apparently, attempted child murderers and the creepy boy whose dad gives money to crows wasn't in the club's mission statement. But there was this spark in Trinity's eyes. It reminded me of the spark she'd gotten months ago, standing infront of Peterson's house in the middle of the night.

"it's us, or it's nobody."

[rongzhi]

kind of a hot take and maybe a bit offensive and blasphemous: confucianism was? is? kinda... off putting,, i find it weird that this guy existed in a point in time irl, and now we've come to think of him as a god figure?? he was real, and was probably a normal dude who got some different ideologies that people supported, and then now there's a religion. it's sus, not like muhammad from islam or moses from the bible, we have no tangible records that those people existed at all, or if they were of real people they dont have dates and times or documentation besides the scripture. perhaps this is something unique to china in the sense that their religions kind of have dates and that existence is not just confined to religious scripture if you know what i mean?? laozi, the founder of taoism, possibly exists in some accounts, and in others he is immortal, but its possible to think the guy existed.. idk sorry if this makes no sense to you.. i'm not even going to open the can of worms that is cultural minorities and their religions that i do not have the authority to even speak of knowledgeablely?? china is a melting pot of socio-cultural stuff i couldnt possibly understand without actually being there and i acknowledge that as an agonostic diaspora with one lone braincell that blasts rasputin all the time

actually wouldnt it be funny if elon musk started his own religion like confucius or whatever i think that would be funny i wouldnt call it a religion itd be a cult and an mlm simultaneously

This took a hot second to reply to because I went down oh so many an unnecessary side quest. But is it really a reply from me if I don't talk about something else instead?

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I am going to put this in the nicest most neutral way possible because a) I got nothing going on at this particular time, and

b) to your credit, I feel like you could hear yourself in your head sounding dumb as hell but just decided to hit snooze on those alarm bells and sent me this ask instead of turning to google first:

confucianism was? is? kinda… off putting,, i find it weird that this guy existed in a point in time irl, and now we've come to think of him as a god figure??

Confucius (Kongzi) did not start a religion. Confucianism is a school of philosophy first and foremost. He may be somewhat mythologised as a major historical figure, sure, but his primary influence is that of a philosopher and as the "father of Chinese ethics". He is revered as a great thinker, not a god. Comparable example: Socrates.

Confucianism is not a religion the way you might be thinking about it. There may be folk religion/religious practices that go into it, as Confucianism in Chinese society is heavily blended with aspects of folk religion, Buddhism, and Daoism, but Confucianism is not like Christianity where the namesake was/is deified by its followers.

In fact, fun fact, this was so much so the reality that was a point of criticism against Jesuit missionaries in the Ming Dynasty and perhaps a contributing factor (in addition to fundamental culturally-based world view differences) for why the Jesuits failed so hard at converting the Chinese masses to Catholicism/Christianity; they would try to explain Jesus in terms of Confucius teaching, and in turn, Confucius, which those who rejected the Jesuit teachings found incredulous.

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Side note time! when it comes to Confucius and what he said about religion/spirituality，he's often quoted as saying "敬鬼神而远之", "respect gods and demons/spirits from a distance", which, fun fact, Matteo Ricci (Jesuit missionary) uses in an argument to piggyback off the Chinese understanding of spirits to explain the Holy Spirit (i.e, the more important spirit to be worshipped who, unlike ancestor (spirit) worship, is the key to salvation) in his book "The True Meaning of the Lord of Heaven", written in Chinese. He points to the quote by Confucius as paradoxical because Confucius confirms the existence of spirits and encourages ancestor worship but also says to distance spirits, which, from Ricci's POV makes no sense if the point of ancestor worship is to curry favor with the spirits.

故仲尼曰：「敬鬼神而远之。」彼福禄、免罪非鬼神所能，由天主耳。而时人谄渎，欲自此得之，则非其得之之道也。夫「远之」意与「获罪乎天，无所祷」同，岂可以「远之」解「无之」而陷仲尼于无鬼神之惑哉？(source, 581) So Confucius said: "Respect gods and demons/spirits from a distance". Happiness, position, and longevity and absolution [of sin] can only be handled by God. Yet contemporaries flatter [the spirits of ancestors] to obtain their [favor], but this is not the way to do it. This "from a distance" and "when you sin against Heaven, [there is] no one to pray [to]" are the same. How could "from a distance" and "there is no [gods and demons/spirits" trap Confucius in [the puzzle] that there are no gods or demons/spirits? (^rough translation)

What I feel he takes out of context is that in the source of the idiom, Confucius is responding to a student who is asking him what the meaning of knowledge/wisdom/intelligence is. His full response is "务民之义 敬鬼神而远之 可谓知矣", "The meaning is to serve the people. Respect gods and demons/spirits from a distance—this could also be called wisdom". Confucianism generally holds that ancestor worship and similar rituals are necessary to society but that religious fanaticism and superstition should be discouraged. To Confucius, worship to spirits based on etiquette (which is respectful) are important to creating a stable and peaceful society. Devout belief/zealotry/fanaticism and indulgence in gods/demons/spirits/superstition is profane, so one should keep their distance and stick to rational respect for spirits (ritual). This is how Confucianism can actually be compatible with Christianity, although from Ricci's standpoint, he sees contradictions in Confucius because to him, ancestor worship to curry favor rather than worship to god IS the superstitious behavior and is blasphemous in the face of his god.

Fun food for thought aside, if you're wondering: Jesuits mostly got for milked for hundreds of years for their knowledge of things relating to science and math, which the Chinese considered as being part of knowledge that was once known but then lost in earlier dynasties due to political instability. Then ironically their favor began to decline when the Manchus instated the the Qing dynasty and in an effort to obtain more support from their Han subjects, adopted Confucianism philosophies more strictly.

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Basically, most of your vague questions here could probably be cleared up if you read up more on what Confucianism actually is and what its relationship to Chinese society is.

I can understand how this might be confusing if you are diaspora but grew up agnostic and only have the vague framework of, let's face it, Christianity in western society to base your understanding of religion off of, but I don't think it's thaaaaat unique to China for historical figures to be mythologised, either as the center of religions, folk religions, folk lore/legend, philosophies, or religious philosophies. Siddhartha Gautama and Jesus of Nazareth, for example. The Catholic saints. (Edit: also, Muhammad did exist historically and there's decent evidence to suggest that Laozi did as well, though these were not their birth names most likely).

[joesalw]

What annoys me so much is that she keeps playing the role that she was trapped and couldn't escape. In the people's time artcile, in the songs, like you are grown and could leave whenever. he didn't hold you at gun point and even for swiftes who say he kept holding on to her in songs like Cornelia street for example like even in those songs that she says he persuaded her to not end it, its due to her having doubts of him cheating (which must be exhausting to always deal with) not due to her just straight up not enjoying her time with him. like he was fighting for her to stay if she was leaving because she thought he didn't love her and was cheating. He didn't tell her to stay because oh I promise I love you I'm just a bit sad and I'm gonna get my shit together and love you as she now says he should have done. The swifties resent him and say regardless of mental health he's at fault for leading her on all this time that he wants to love her and get married and whatever but he can't. It's so dumb.

Also why is the only proof that he loves you that he marries you. The common theme she plays is that he didn't want to get married at the time so surely he doesn't love her and doesn't want to be there and it's not for any other reason like his mental health. even if for argument sake its not cause of mental health maybe they just had different ideas of love, clearly which is fine! to discover you have different ideals in life. like if they broke up because of that in a mature way I wouldn't be this upset. but her resenting him for it and saying he's bad and wrong and didn't love her because his way of expressing love wasn't through marriage at a time she wanted is crazy, when through HER OWN SONGS she describes him as nothing but loving and supportive. can't believe she prioritised the image of marriage over the actual loving relationship she had. it must feel terrible for him that someone who is depressed is trying his hardest to love you and says that he does and you invalidate that because no you're lying cause were not married. like maybe that's the only way he could express his love at the moment so to throw it at his face and say its not enough you suck must have been terrible for his self worth and mental health.

besides that I feel like releasing you're losing me was a PR grab and another way to get swifties to harass Joe (cause like its so hard to believe she didn't write ylm during that time and as a way to confirm the break up to the fans) but revealing the date of you're losing me was SO UNNECESSARY LIKE??? actually what other purpose was there to know the date other than to make swifties see her as a poor victim all this time and to go harass Joe. Like when it happened I couldn't believe it. just made me hate her more and jack who the swifities are now praising for being supportive bff wow and always hating Joe all along (like in the lpss)

anyway good riddance like I was upset they broke up for the longest time but now I'm actually glad cause it was never going to work out if she had this mentality all along and the relationship failure just exposed her for who she is.

!!!

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Hiii!

I got a bit of a silly request. Maybe poly tf 141 + los vaqueros (+ König if you want to) X male Swedish reader?

They’re going to ikea to help out furnishing the reader’s new apartment. Except they all keep butchering the names of the different furniture.

I imagine König would be the closest since German and Swedish have their similarities.

But I swear Soap would absolutely destroy the pronunciation. Poor gaz, rudy, price and Alejandro would try but fuck it up too and Ghost would get frustrated and in the end just not try. He’d sulk and make up some dumb argument that he doesn’t need to pronounce it “correctly” cus ikea is dumb for keeping it Swedish even in other countries or smth like that.

(Ik it’s a bit random but I’m Swedish and I think it’s so cute when I hear (mostly) English speaking people try to pronounce the words. Especially if the words include Å, Ä and/or Ö.)

[A/n:I would probably be able to pronounce Swedish words, with alittle help, also I'm not sure what you mean by poly, like if their all in a relationship or just all them together without the relationship part so I just went without. Thank you for requesting]

Summary: They help you out with your new home, but all the Swedish words have them struggling

Type:Scenario: 141 + Los Vaqueros + König + Swedish!M!Reader, a tad bit of Soap X Ghost and Gaz X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

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Usually they wouldn't do this, especially all together. 141, Los Vaqueros, and an additional König where all there, in ikea, that was in Sweden. It was a surprise, to all of them. Sure they hang out sometimes, and do stuff together, but help furnish someone's house? That's on a whole nother level, but you're like family to them so of course they'd help. Price thought it'd be a disaster, it was. Soap was flirting with ghost abit, but that was normal, the others don't know how Ghost has so much patience with him. Price was looking at things to decorate his office with. Alejandro and Rodolfo were talking about random things. You, Gaz, and König where in your own little world, looking at everything possible before being dragged away by Price. Price knows what it's like to move into a new place and since this is your first apartment he doesn't want you to get unnecessary things yet, maybe next time.

"Hey y/n, need this lampa"

Gaz said, he was close but over pronounced the A. The lamp was a small toaster lamp with piece of bread popping out. It was adorable, small but adorable.

"Gaz, it's lampa, not so much A there, but YES GIVE ME THAT LAMPA"

You tried to grab the lamp from Gaz but price grabbed it first.

"No, that's the next trip y/n"

Looking at Price with sad eyes you watched him put it back.

"But-"

Price stopped you

"If you keep trying to buy every unnecessary item your gonna end up not having the things you need, I know this from experience, y/n"

You gave him a pouty look before speaking, keeping the pout

"What of I can't see? Mm? What do I do then?"

Price signed and pulled you and Gaz along, könig had been too focused on something else to have noticed what happened, looking over he jumped abit realizing you two were being dragged away by Price. Alejandro laughed at you two, Rodolfo slapped him upside the head to shut him up.

"What? It's funny"

Rodolfo just shook his head like a disappointed mother. While looking around farther more conversations where started, Ghost got mad since he couldn't pronounce the words well, same with Gaz. But Soap? Oh he rocked those words, the barely messed them up, and if he did it was a small mistake. When you guys eventually left you had most of the things you actually needed, chairs, a bed, and bed frame, a table, etc. And Price let you buy a TV and stand for it since you where able to. Unknowing to you, you'd be thanking Price later, since he didn't let you buy unnecessary stuff you had enough money to stock your pantry, something you forgot to do, you had planned to spend most of the money you had on you for stuff for your apartment, since you thought you stocked to fridge and pantry. Laughing all the way back to your apartment, with Alejandro driving, you guys all had a blast and tons of fun. Your glad you took them with you.

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[A/n:Fun fact, I've never been to ikea, crazy right? I hope you enjoyed]

[jacqcrisis]

Alright, stupid scene idea about my dragonborn man that I have that I'm going to put under a readmore since its about Ronan's anatomy and its long:

Actually first, context 1: I hate the dragonborn genitals in game. They suck. They're goofy. I know in lore, dragonborns are technically mammalian, but they also lay eggs and shit, so I'm ignoring human cock and balls much like im ignoring the fact that in game, I cant give my dragon man a strongman chubby bod. For any writing purposes, Ronan has hemipenes and they are inside of him until they aren't.

Context 2: in lore, it seems like by the time BG3 happens, dragonborn have only been around for like...100 years. They are still a pretty new thing to the planet of Toril, and especially to the continent of Faerun, where the game takes place. Not new enough that in a cultural hotbed like Baldurs Gate that you'd be shocked to see a humanoid lizard, but still fresh enough they're still weird and their anatomy isn't common knowledge outside of rumors, erotica stories, and still as of yet published scientific journals.

ANYWAYS

The dumb idea is that since Ronan's a clean boy, in Act 1, first few nights camping together, it becomes pretty clear he doesn't have much shame around his body or who sees it as he strips down near the water to clean off. He's just going to do the thing, people watching be damned, and thankfully the new company he's been keeping all politely look the other way.

Except Gale, who establishes a habit on night one of talking Ronan’s earholes off while he’s washing up. Why is he doing it? What is he up to? What are they talking about?

All questions had by one paranoid member of the party who decides to come over on night three of this to see what’s going on. Gale’s sitting on a rock, nearly falls off it when Astarion makes his appearance. He’s a little pink in the ears, sheepish and stumbling over his words when he explains they were discussing the merits of taking a deal with a cambion like Raphael.

Ronan grunts, back to them, water above his hips and clearly finishing up his washing as Astarion makes pointed comment about how this seems like an interesting occasion to have such a conversation with someone. Gale stutters out weakly that it's not like they’re doing anything else and that its just an efficient use of their time. It starts a small back and forth about Gale's real intentions that Gale is extremely losing but that argument ends rather quickly as Ronan walks out the water, nude and clearly ignoring them while he reaches for his clothes and some dry rags he left near where Gale was sitting, presumably before he was sitting there.

Astarion's mouth clamps firmly shut as he sees a strange lack of…anything discernible between the cleric’s legs. There was already an idea in his mind of who he could seduce in the camp to secure his safety here and part of this charade was to discover what he may have to work in order to do so. But now…

Gale doesn't seem bothered. In fact, he's only gotten redder as he hands Ronan a cloth to wipe down with and continues their conversation from where Astarion interrupted it. Astarion leaves them to it, high tailing it to the rest of the party eating, where he immediately starts asking if anyone's noticed anything strange about Ronan.

Everyone has.

It starts a heated debate. What's going on down there? There's no penis. No vagina. Just a bulge under some wrinkles. How do dragonborns become dragon…borned?

It's mostly between Astarion, Wyll, and Lae'zel as Shadowheart is present but silent and making a sour face about the whole thing. It isn't until Lae'zel suggests, gleefully, Ronan is perhaps a eunuch or maybe castrated for some crime in his past and Wyll wonders if perhaps this is part of being a worshiper of the platinum dragon that Shadowheart speaks up. She snaps that no, that has nothing to do with Bahamut as far as she knows and also this is a very childish and unnecessary discussion to be having about one of their group.

Until Astarion interrupts to ask in a small panic if this is part of having the tadpole in their brains and what if he's slowly starting to turn into one of those things, and that gets Shadowheart’s full, horrified participation. The conversation turns to that; what if this will happen to all of them and is that actually what's happening? Should they be worried? Wouldn't it look…smoother?

Gale parts with Ronan as the dragonborn is now dress and intends to journal, Gale getting shooed with a glare and yet there's a skip in his step during his short trek back to the party, where he is immediately subsumed into the conversation. This makes him giddy as all hell when he realizes what the topic of conversation is and he’s quick to dismiss the more outlandish notions, his too many hours reading ahem non-academic works on the anatomy of various non-humanoid races lending confidence to his lessons on how how their cleric’s whole business probably works. Which is all well and good, until, in the midst of his excited explanation, he lets slip that there is a rumor he’s read, never confirmed of course, heavens forbid he ever ask anyone something like this, that male dragonborns could, perhaps, have a second appendage tucked away.

And then all hell break’s loose again, Wyll standing up and stating he’s going to go do anything else while the other four continue a heated argument about that. Across the camp, with a light spell and his journal in hand, Ronan steadfastly ignores the conversation he’s been catching snippets of. It's not the first time a company he’s joined has taken special interest in parts of him and, if he lives through all this, it probably won’t be the last.

If any of them get the pleasure of finding out, then they should feel so honored.

[lemonhemlock]

as the new season approaches, i'm expecting an exacerbation of ye olde flame wars, as well as an influx of new fans that might very well inadvertently contribute to the inflammation of discourse, as it is only natural they would come with fresh forces and not really have had the time or opportunity to become exasperated by the same worn-out talking points.

i am well aware that a lot of people, by now, are tired of colour wars, but i do find myself questioning whether to keep using team tags in the future. my feelings are that, having formed a picture of ~the other side~ (lol), i don't truly have the wish to engage with their arguments on a regular basis. i will inevitably become aware by osmosis, as i have until now, and, honestly, that has been worked pretty well for me so far. i have noticed over time that i generally don't tend to go in the tags or use the search function that much anyway. maybe i'll get curious during the new season and venture for a bit: this is not an announcement that i will shut myself off completely or anything like that (i know i have a big mouth and can't resist a good rant).

but an observable reality is that a lot of t@rgnation overlap with TB, and i just generally find it a very tiresome corner of the internet, so i'm thinking that by using the "anti team black tag", i could give people the chance to filter my posts and easily limit their exposure to me. likewise, there are quite a few green-aligned fans i disagree with, but generally the sources of conflict for me in green internet spaces are low enough to keep me content.

overall, i know it looks dumb, but when spirits are high, perhaps limiting unnecessary animosity is not the worst thing. i'm thinking it would offer me the possibility to keep at a minimum the interaction with raging d@ny stans. or do you think simply using anti tags for characters is enough? i'm percolating the idea.

[writersdare]

Never Doubt Me | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: A date, it would seem, could not get any worse, but then Luke remembered a painful rumour he heard about Y/N.

Warning: argument

Word Count: 1 519

Author’s Note: The name of Luke's friend was chosen randomly. Hopefully you’ll like this little episode. Requests are open and encouraged ♡

The moments when the guys were having a break after months of touring were always precious. Sure, they loved to travel, to sing and perform, to meet fans and interact with them, but it all required a lot of energy, and by the end of the trip everyone was pretty much exhausted.

It was a rather typical process, usually Luke stayed in bed for few days, trying to fight jetlag and get back to his normal time zone. He wasn’t really the one who liked to go out every night; after being away from home for a while, he preferred to stay in as much as he could. Having said that, when he was fully rested, he loved to make little surprises for Y/N and attend an exhibition she wanted to see for a while or even drive to a countryside and ride horses together. He had a romantic soul and he absolutely adored to share such moments with her. They also were really similar with their tastes, so it was never hard to decide where they’d go next.

One evening things didn’t go according to a plan, thought. It supposed to be a very simple one, they wanted to have dinner together at some fancy place. It wasn’t an anniversary, they just figured they didn’t have such classic dates for a while and they missed it.

The food at the restaurant he booked a table in, though, wasn’t really good, and they finished their meal pretty quickly. It’d be exaggeration to say their mood was ruined, but both were slightly upset it didn’t go as they expected. They didn’t ask for a dessert and decided to get ice cream in a local shop and turn their “classic” date into a home one instead. 

Things turned worse, when the rain started, and a car was still not there. Luke silently was holding his black jacket over their heads, while Y/N was cuddling him and glancing at the phone, hoping the taxi would be anytime soon. Both were trying to think that everything was still possible to save, it was just food and just the weather after all. 

Because of the “just the weather” they stack in a traffic and returned home an hour later than they could. Both exhausted and annoyed they hurried up to take off wet shoes and get warm. At that moment Luke stupidly remembered the morning when he had breakfast with a friend Ben, who claimed that he saw Y/N with a guy on a parking lot, kissing. At first Lu was trying to simply shake it off as he trusted Y/N and knew she wouldn’t do that to him. It made more sense, though, when Ben continued reasoning him: he was sure it was her, and, as he said, there was nothing to be surprised of as Luke was gone for so long.

“By the way, Ben told me this morning he saw you kissing some dude the other day on a store’s parking lot,” Luke chuckled, trying to sound as indifferent as he could. It was mostly stupid, he knew that. He didn’t even recall “the news” until that evening, as subconsciously the guy figured it was not important.

Y/N only chuckled back. Honestly, she wasn’t very surprised Ben would make such a rumor, she never liked that guy. She did try to fight with that inner feeling, as she knew Ben was a friend of Luke. Each time they’d meet all together it was getting more impossible, though. 

“Of course, he did,” she smiled sarcastically, as the assumption was dumb, Y/N was loyal. The girl didn’t even think Luke was saying that with all seriousness, she thought it was some kind of joke, so she didn’t pay much attention and continued. “I’m so tired,” she sighed and put a tub of chocolate ice cream on a shelf where they kept the keys and other usual things. “The rain was so unnecessary,” Y/N smirked and glanced at the mirror to see how bad she looked after the street shower. It was a bummer, she spent quite some time doing her hair and makeup, and then it was all ruined.

Luke didn’t like the way Y/N changed the topic immediately, and as the main overthinker in their relationship he frowned a bit, still trying to stay calm.

“Well, I mean, why would Ben say that, right?” he mumbled. He trusted his girl, he knew she was not a cheater, but the musician was gone for a long time, and maybe, just maybe… she felt lonely. “Look, if it was just a kiss, I get it, it’s fine. I mean, we can just talk about it, I’d prefer you to say the truth, though,” Lu said softly, following Y/N to the kitchen and taking off his shirt on the way, as the clothes were slightly wet and it was unpleasant to stay in them any longer. “I understand it probably wasn’t a big deal.”

“Luke, it’s not funny anymore. Ben is a jerk, we both know that,” Y/N reminded him, putting the tub of ice cream in a freezer.

“You’re ignoring my question, though,” Luke smirked, staring at his girlfriend.

“What question?” she outraged, failing to keep it cool. It was rather painful to hear her boyfriend didn’t believe her but a friend who was never even a good one. Y/N understood she could just say it was a lie, but she had no proof and the only way out from that conversation was mutual trust. “You know I would never do it, I love you,” the girl said, looking at Luke and trying to hold sudden tears.

“Look, I’m sorry, I just… heard it and decided to share,” Luke shrugged and came closer to touch the girl’s shoulders, but she pulled away immediately.

“Get off me,” she mumbled. “I honestly can’t believe you even had that doubt,” Y/N shook her head and went to the bathroom. “Also, such a bad timing!”

Luke sighed heavily, being annoyed that Y/N flared up like a match, even though she had her reasons. “Can I join you?” he knocked the door, hearing the water.

“I don’t think so.”

The guy rolled his eyes and groaned shortly, being angry with both himself for rising that topic at first place and with her for not being able to take the news – even the fake ones – calmly.

Luke had to take a shower in a guest bathroom, and when he came back to the kitchen, Y/N was already there, pouring a strawberry jam on a top of ice cream. There were two plates and two cups of tea. They both overreacted, she was right – it was also a bad timing, they supposed to have a date…

“Look, I only said it because I wanted to be honest with you,” he mumbled, coming closer to her.

Y/N sighed and raised her head at him. She knew she could have done better in that situation but the pain took over the sanity.

“Didn’t we talk how it’s important to share everything with each other?” Luke continued, pushing wet curls from his forehead.

“It’s not that,” she spoke up. “It’s the way you said it. You were doubting me,” Y/N touched his hand and he immediately pulled her closer to himself. He hated arguing with her. She hated that, too. Y/N always used to say she tried to be away from any drama in her life. “I get it, you could have a thought, but for a second. And it’s Ben, Luke. You know how much he likes me,” she smirked sarcastically. “I never doubted you. You were touring around the world and meeting many people, but I never had a thought of you with someone else. I was waiting for you. And I don’t need anyone else in my life, but you,” the girl said openly, knowing she needed to tell all of it earlier, so they’d probably skip the unnecessary argument. 

Luke sighed heavily and put a head on top of hers, squeezing the girl in his arms.

“I’m such an idiot,” he mumbled. Y/N was right, it was stupid to doubt her loyalty. It was even offensive. 

“Yes, you are,” the girl mumbled back, but with a short smile on his face. 

“Yes, I am,” Luke giggled and left a kiss on her temple. “Can we forget that and continue our weird date or I ruined it completely?” he smiled and stroked Y/N hair.

“You got some points back,” she joked and smacked his lips with hers, standing on the toes. “I’ve already prepared everything. We only need to get some candles.”

“I hate arguing with you,” he said emotionally, looking at Y/N eyes with his crystal blue.

“Me too. I’m sorry I got mad, I was just mostly sad.”

“I know, I’m sorry, too. I’ll get the candles, they’re in a bedroom.”

Y/N pouted her lips a little, as the guy unwillingly broke the hug to go upstairs. He chuckled and simply took her on his arms, realising he wasn’t ready to leave her again even for a slight second.

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[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader : TOO LATE TO SAY SORRY

A/N : I’m not a writer, I don’t write fics, I’m no where near as talented as everyone on here, so please be nice, feedback is always welcomed 🤭

You’ve been dating Urban for three years off and on, your relationship was never solid but there wasn’t any other guy who truly made you happier than him, you could be yourself with him and him only. You honestly believed after everything you both been through, you were finally on the right path, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

Stassi, who has been a huge problem in your relationship in the past, has once again stirred up unnecessary drama, and your boyfriend can’t seem to realize it.

“What’s the issue with me being friends with her? You don’t hear me say shit to you about that dude you’re still making music with.” Urban yells, slamming the door as he follows you into your bedroom.

You scoff “The difference is, he has never made a move on me. Stassi has been sending us both messages, she sends you nudes and flirty texts, she sends me the screenshots questioning me if I’m sure you’re mine. You know what she’s after, but you don’t see a problem with that.”

He rolls his eyes “You’re too blind to realize when a guy wants in your pants. By the way, I haven’t entertained her nonsense, so just drop it”

“Pot calling the kettle then, because you’re too blind or too dumb to accept the fact that Stassi has been wanting to break us up since the start. She’s been doing too much and I don’t understand how you still keep her around.” You tell him. Seriously, how can he not see that the bitch is in the wrong.

“I’ve known her since before you and I got together, do you expect me to drop every female friend just to make your silly insecurities go away? That sounds like a you problem, not mine.” He says laying down on the bed.

You whip your head so fast to glare at him “They’re not insecurities asshole, news flash I knew you were a whore when we met. You’re gaslighting me so hard right now. How is getting nudes not crossing the line, how do you not see where that’s wrong?”

“I didn’t reply did I? You saw the messages, I haven’t replied to anything she’s send, not after the whole video thing that happened on Instagram.”

You roll your eyes “And that’s supposed to make it better? Urban look at me and tell me straight up, if a guy were to send me nudes, and I would open them, tell me you wouldn’t get mad and feel some type of way. If you say no, then you’re a liar. You get mad when I’m too nice to a waiter”

“I see what you mean, yes I would get mad. But I trust you, and if I would see that you weren’t replying to him, then I wouldn’t trip about it as much like you are. Please just drop it,

“You will never see the issue, not when it involves her.” You say

He sighs “Mami, please just let it go, she means nothing.” He tries to hold your hand but you push it away and walk into the the bathroom to take a shower so it can help you cool off.

After your long shower, you walk back into the bedroom and notice Urban is nowhere to be found.

You take a deep breath in hopes the argument you both had was long gone and forgotten, at least for tonight. All you wanted to do was lay up in bed, watch Sons of Anarchy and order some tacos, But all that was thrown out the window the minute you both walked into Jack’s house and overheard Sunni telling the boys that your boyfriend keeps getting nudes from the girl you can’t stand.

You throw on one of Urban’s shirts and go look for him in the living room.

“I’m telling you, stop sending me shit on my actual account and my phone, she’s seen that. I told you to send them on the other account I made.” You hear him tell someone on the phone.

He nods his head “Yes Stass, I’ll see you later tonight. Ok, love you, bye.”

He turns around and the look on his face is shocked. You notice the color has drained from his face “Baby, Y/N let me explain.”

You shake your head “Get out.” you don’t know how your voice can sound so calm after what you overheard.

You look up at him and feel the tears going down your cheeks “You’re sleeping with her, you just told her you love her. You played me for years. Anyone but her, fuck man, you really made me think I was going crazy. Get out, loose my number. Never again Urban, do you hear me? Never again.” You walk away and leave him there standing.

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[kissingelvis]

BLUE VELVET

(Elvis x Reader)

summary: After a heated argument with Elvis you hand his engagement ring back and head to Vegas where he finds you once again though this time it's followed by an overwhelming rollercoaster of events as you live on to tell your story with the king

A/N: Hii This is my first fic and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this first part. I have ideas flowing through my head DAILY so I was like why not get into writing yk? I wanna be able to write more of this story because I just have so much to think about it. This part is a bit boring but plz bare with me because the next chapter will be so much better I swear! I plan to have smut in this story so look out for that?!? but yeah enjoy!!!

Fandom/character - ELVIS

Fem!Reader, NOTPROOF READ

TW: Cursing, Brief Mentions of alcohol/Drinking, Brief mention of death (kinda?), typical Elvis things ofc , LET ME KNOW IF MORE

If you want a better view of how the reader is I recommand listening !!!

Vegas, 1969

Click, and The flash goes off on the camera that's shooting you getting every angle Click and again. You like to make sure the photographer gets every piece of you to show off the gorgeous curves you have been saving.

After handing back an engagement ring from Elvis Presley you left and became a serious actress in Las Vegas you have made it your Home. You made yourself a home in the biggest suite at the only international hotel. You were quite a big deal here. You decided it was time to make a name for yourself instead of just being Elvis’ girl and being no one. You thought acting would do you well for now since you were only starting. It's been only a year since you started but you already have your face plastered on magazines and movie posters. It would be overwhelming at times but you learned to enjoy it quickly with all the gifts and treatment you would give yourself.

The fame has indeed made you happy until the storm of loneliness hits you like a truck. Money can buy you happiness but only temporarily, you’ve been missing the touch and feel of a man since your last love. You’re starved for affection really, as dumb as it sounds all you craved was the potential marriage you had left behind.

Your thoughts cave into you at once hitting you fast. The bright studio lights feel as if they are 10x brighter than before hitting you in all directions. You then hear your photographer shout and your photoshoot is all wrapped up in seconds “Alright we’re all set for today Ms. Y/L/N” your photographer says while putting his camera to the side. “Thank you” You flash him a quick smile not being a big talker even though you're an actress. You wrap yourself up with the robe left for you and walk toward your dressing room.

Once you reached your dressing room you walk in with a cold breeze of air hitting you like you just walked into heaven itself. You race for your chair that's waiting for you by your giant vanity and are in a rush to take off your heels that have been killing you all day you just could not stand heels anymore. Now that they were finally off you reach for the box of makeup wipes that were sitting by the gigantic vanity mirror next to all your essentials.

You grab a small wipe and gently start rubbing your face off any unnecessary makeup that was needed for the shoot, but you leave your eyeliner untouched. You were quite known for having eyeliner most of the time you were just so fascinated by the way it was worn. Elvis had taught you how to do eyeliner when you first met him and have been doing it ever since, it was just so beautiful to you.

After wiping away almost any makeup left you grabbed the closest wine glass you could find which was by the mini wine fridge you had installed yourself under your vanity dresser. You were quite proud of yourself for that! You reached down to grab the glass and the old wine bottle almost empty sitting on the floor and poured yourself what was left. You made your way to a black velvet couch that was sitting in the middle of the room and made yourself comfortable. You flicked on the television and flickered through the channels til you found a soothing romance movie that was playing, you decided to just go with that. You managed to finish the wine after the first 10 minutes of watching and placed your empty glass on the black marble coffee table.

After a couple of hours had gone by you were awakened by a loud knock on your door “Who is it?” you shouted “Its me Y/N, now open this gawd damn door!” hearing the voice you knew exactly who it was

You got up from the couch and ran over to the door to open it and see it was your best friend Ana.

You and Ana became friends way before you and Elvis got engaged, she actually was a wife of jerry schilling a member of the Memphis mafia, she eventually helped you move to Vegas and get yourself involved in the movie industry.

“Whats brings you to this fine place of mine, Princess Ana” you say twirling around showing her your dressing room

“Well, I came here to invite ya to a show tonight!” Ana said with a smile poking through her

“Oh, really, and who could possibly be performing” you say turning around to grab yourself a snack of a banana with a nice whip of peanut butter.

“Egh-uh- Just a local band, they were invited by the international!” Ana spat out with a stutter

You turned back around to her with a small side eye

“hmm alright, ill go, under one condition!”

“Anythin’ Darlin” Ana shook her head and through her hands up in a pleading pose

“Drinks on you” you took a bit of your banana

“Oh I knew you were going to say that, don’t worry it's all on international tonight” she gave you a wink and quickly made her way out

“Oh and don’t forget, the shows are at 7:30!” and she was gone

A couple of hours had gone by since

Realizing the time, you dropped peanut butter on your gorgeous robe “Shiet” you whispered shuffling into your closet. You shift through your hangers and the many costumes that just stayed there hanging.

After a few minutes of shifting back and forth you landed on a blue velvet mini-dress it was strapless and perfect for the night it came with a pair of blue velvet gloves. You quickly grabbed them and rushed out of your closet to get dressed and ready, you slipped on the mini dress, it fit perfectly around your curves and complemented your breasts.

You went to your vanity and added a beautiful dark red lip and enhanced your black mole above your lip, you decided to add a small lash to be just a bit dramatic, and you then went to fix your hair that sat in a long bouffant on your head. After adding the finishing touches you slipped on your blue gloves and grabbed your clutch and headed out the door. It was already 7:00 pm by the time you were done getting ready, the show started at 7:30 so you felt in no rush. For now at least.

Walking through the studio you headed out the front and there was a black Cadillac waiting for you to take you back to the international.

Press was already swarmed by ur side trying to get every angle of you, FLASH CLICK FLASH CLICK you hear as you walk through smiling and waving as a driver opens your door for you. Grabbing onto the handle you pushed yourself inside and landed on the tan seats of the Cadillac then giving the press a blown kiss and closed the door. The driver sped away into the next lane and on the road to the hotel.

You stare out the window watching the lights pass in streams, this was one thing you loved about being in Vegas, the lights were something to absolutely die for.

While pulling to the front of the hotel the sign of the international hotel beams in front of you...

‘INTERNATIONAL bill miller presents… ELVIS’

The driver finally made it to the hotel and opened your door, you placed one foot on the floor and hopped out, you grabbed your clutch that was sitting right next to you. You started making your way toward the front while the press was forming once again, you were smiling and waving while people were handing you pictures of yourself to sign.

While signing pictures you landed on a picture of you and Elvis together next to his pink Cadillac, he had his hand wrapped around your waist and a cigar in another, both of you smiling. You felt as though people still considered you together. You quickly signed it and handed it back to whoever it came from, you rushed inside and made your little way to the showroom where every wall had a picture of Elvis plastered on it.

Walking into the room it was already very dim since it was mere minutes before the man of the hour would appear, the room was filled with many small tables and booths for its size. The tables were covered in a white satin tablecloth and had small candles with bowls of champagne submerged in ice, the tables were set for a big night ahead of them.

You were already late so you tiptoed through the crowd that was already in place, you saw Ana sitting at one of the booths straight in the middle with the best view of the small stage. Slowly making your way to the table you rushed to take your seat next to her.

“Thought you stood me up sugar,” Ana said with a side eye followed by a smirk “Oh me? Never dear,” you said while grabbing the champagne out of the ice.

“A band Ana? I didn’t know the Band was ELVIS!?” you said while facing Ana nursing her drink

“Listen Y/N it's been years you’re in the clear trust me,” she said with a smile plastered across her face excited to see the show that was about to take place

You hadn't seen Elvis since the night you two got into a fight and you handed his ring back to him. You felt all the feelings you could feel run straight through you, you were about to see the man whose heart you shattered and never saw again.

You couldn’t help but feel guilty, what he thinks of you if he saw you? All the feelings that had rushed through you when he appeared.

There he was, the beautiful man you once loved and would’ve just about anything for. Elvis walked onto the stage greeting the crowd, he was dressed in a black herringbone suit with a dark blue satin scarf tied around his neck. He walked out holding his signature guitar and a beautiful smile on his face.

Due to your best friend's horrible choice of seating, it wasn’t long before Elvis looked your way and quickly recognized who you were.

You gave him a warm smile and a little wave hoping he wouldn’t hate you, but you saw his nervousness fade away when a smile started to appear across his lips. You felt a small relief in your chest as you saw the light in his eyes twinkle while looking in your direction, you shifted in your seat getting yourself comfortable for the show

He started the show with introductions then slowly made his way into suspicious minds, you could tell this was his favorite by the way he was moving, he was so charismatic and you could feel yourself falling in love with him once again. After a couple more songs Love me tender finally started to play, surprisingly you saw Elvis starting to kiss every fan in the front row of the stage.

Love me tender

Love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so

While singing Elvis walked down the steps to the side of the stage and made his way to the line of booths that you were sitting at, he started to kiss every girl that was within them.

Love me tender

Love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darlin' I love you

And I always will

Elvis quickly approaching your booth would every so often pick his head up and check to see if you were still in the seat he saw you in or even if he was even dreaming.

You felt your body go hot, your hands were gathering sweat in them as you were watching him approach you. Your heart was galloping as fast as a horse in a derby race, waiting for his touch.

He finally reached your table and slowly lowered the microphone he was holding singing the end of love me tender, he bent over the large round table and quickly latched his lips on yours. The feel of his pillow lips was so warming, he kissed you as if you were engaged again.

He finally pulled away and with the microphone low he whispered a small request that you couldn’t quite hear after having the beating of your heart ringing in your ears.

He walked his way back towards the stage turning back around to give you a small smile.

After another hour the end of the show finally arrived, and you were quite tired and ready to leave.

Slowly sliding out of the booth you grabbed your clutch and stood to face Ana.

“You’re not leavin’ are ya?” Ana says with a frustrated tone in her voice

“I'm a bit worn out Ana and it's late,” you said rubbing your head a bit

“Oh don’t say that! You can't tell me that kiss from Elvis didn’t wake ya?! I saw you turn redder than a tomato” Ana chuckles at you “ooo redder than a tomato” mocking Ana's voice

“c’mon now we're invited to the after party!” she says as she grabs your arm guiding you out of the showroom...

Your heart flutters at the fact you might see Elvis again, but you're truly scared to talk to him. Your mind turns into a little schoolgirl when you think of him but you can't help it.

After Ana had led you into the main hall of the hotel you see the showroom start to slowly empty out and into a backroom full of actors and actresses to see their king

You and Ana follow the crowd into the back which its crowded and full of people, the room has a large bar on the side and a large red curved couch taking up most of the space.

“Now this is what I call a show Y/N!” Ana shouts before vanishing into the crowd.

‘What a crook, guess ill have to keep me busy’ you think

Only a few minutes in and you have already lost your talkative and only friend, you head straight to the bar in hopes to cheer yourself up from the night you have encountered already.

“ ‘scuse me?” you says waving your hand to the bartender “Hi, May I please have a whiskey, on the rocks”

“Of Course Ms. Y/L/N” the bartender says spinning around to get to work

You turn back around facing the crowd crossing your legs to keep decency, you peer around to make sure no Elvis Presley is in your sight.

Elvis, just hearing or thinking of his name sent a lump in your throat, almost as if someone was choking you to death.

The love you felt for Elvis was almost... Unreal? It would hurt then times it felt good, he was the love of your life but you weren’t ready to face him not just yet...

Lost in thought you hadn't even noticed the bartender trying to get your attention, “Ms. Y/L/N? Ms. Y/L/N?” the bartender repeated.

Looking over your shoulder “Oh my goodness I apologize I was completely lost in thought”

“No problem it's normal for me almost every day!” the bartender said with a chuckle

You giggle as you grabbed the glass and turned back around but as soon as you turn you are met with a chest directly in front of you

“Ugh-” you let out a small yelp “I'm so sorry I can't seem to get myself together toda-” you stop dead in your sentence to look up and see Elvis towering directly in front of you

“Hello, Honeybee”

[doe-writes-stuff]

It’s me! Welcome back from your hunt!! I hope all went well!!

Could I please request:

Glenn Rhee x Dixon!Reader!

What if when the group reunites after Woodbury, Daryl is deciding to go with Merle and Reader has to decide between the Dixon’s or her new family! (You can choose which one the reader chooses)

Thank you !! 💕

Oooh, yes! Unfortunately the hunt didn't get me a deer, lol, but that ok. I really like this idea, thank you so much for requesting it from me. Sorry this took a little while, I am a bit slow when writing for new fandoms since I scrutinize it a lot before posting. <3 Please enjoy~

WARNINGS: Merle and his mouth, slight angst, mentions of canon-typical violence, established relationship between Glenn and reader, strong language

Merle was, by all accounts, the stupidest idiot in the fucking world.

Why hadn't he gone back to the Atlanta camp all that time ago? Just left you behind, off to survive on his own? Had it not been for him, none of this would have happened in the first place. Your boyfriend wouldn't have been beaten to a pulp--that was a conversation you'd have to have with Merle later--Daryl never would have gotten left behind in Woodbury to be possible walker food, and this whole argument of staying or going would have been unnecessary. If he weren't your brother, you would have beaten his ass. You still might...

And now you stood between your two families--the one you'd always known and the one you'd discovered recently--with the most difficult decision to make.

You wanted to punch something. Merle's face was looking more and more like a good place to start...

"Well...I can see ol' Merle ain't welcome here no more. All this animosity's tastin' real sour." He said with a glare at everyone who wasn't you or Daryl. He gestured for the two of you to follow. "Come on, then. Best be on our way 'fore dark."

Daryl was on Merle's side. Of course he was. He'd always fallen in line with your eldest brother's dumb-assery growing up. You didn't blame him, exactly, but it was sad to see him returning to old habits without any resistance. And no matter how much Rick pleaded for him to reconsider, his answer was solid and unwavering: no Merle, no Daryl either.

You stood, arms crossed with a decidedly pissed-off expression on your face. You could practically feel Glenn's hard stare at your back, piercing and hopeful. He wanted to say something, to plead for you to stay, but kept quiet. Maybe the fact you hadn't moved an inch gave him the impression your mind was already made up. In truth, you were still torn, but you appreciated him not pestering you about this.

They were your brothers. You'd grown up together. Gone through hell together. Had each other's backs--for the most part. You loved them both. Were you so willing to let that go?

But the family, the home, you'd found and cultivated with the ragtag and unlikely group of survivors from all the way back in Atlanta had established itself in your heart. With a bit of surprise, you realized that leaving it all behind would hurt a lot worse than you'd ever anticipated it would. Especially Glenn. You loved him. Truly loved him.

They'd been nothing more than a possible source of supplies to steal, in the beginning. Look how far you'd all come together.

Fuck.

The older Dixon pinned you with a hard look when you didn't immediately come along with him and Daryl, trekking closer to the wood's edge. He turned, frown evident and hard. "Y/N, get your ass over here. We're leavin.'"

The atmosphere was tense, everyone pinning their attention on the Dixon clan. Your jaw worked back and forth in silence for several seconds, staring down your eldest brother, stalling those last few moments to give you time to really commit to the decision you knew was right.

"Go on, then." You say, gesturing to the woods they were heading towards. "I'm stayin.'"

"Like hell you are." Merle was swift to angrily retort, affronted with the reality that you refused his decision. Daryl just looked at you with a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite decipher. "Ain't no Dixon I know who'd turn their back on family. On blood. Best cut this shit out."

"Ain't sayin' it again, Merle. If you're leavin', then leave. I'm not goin' with." The second rejection is a lot easier to verbalize, and it only helps to solidify that what you chose was right. And, just because you knew verbal jabs was a large part of Merle's vocabulary, you left him with a parting dig. "Always were real good at walkin' away, leavin' us on our own when we needed you the most. Figures you'd do it all over again..."

You couldn't leave the others behind. Not like this. Not when the relationship you'd developed with Glenn had been progressing so well. You would have regret ever turning your back on him.

It's clear your words have pissed him off badly. His jaw is tight and he straightens up, insulted. The hurt was evident in Daryl's eyes, but behind it you thought you saw...envy. At least, you hoped so. If Daryl could change his mind, maybe Merle wouldn't be so quick to-

"Showin' your true colors now, huh? Well, let me tell you somethin'..." The venom in his tone is evident, purely meant to hurt you. And it does, though you tell yourself to stand your ground against your brother's ire. "Daryl and I? Don't need you anyhow. Never did. Weren't much of a Dixon to begin with!"

The words sting, no matter how much you don't want them to.

You feel Glenn step closer to you, perhaps intending to defend you somehow against your brother's words, but Daryl beats him to it, grabbing onto Merle's shoulder. "Enough, Merle. Let's just go."

The older Dixon shrugs off Daryl's hand, stare pinning you for several seconds, before dismissing you with a toss of his hand. "Just you and me now, little brother. Better on our own anyway. No dead weight to hold us back."

You watch your brothers walk away, clenching your fists tightly, drawing half-circle of blood in your palm when your nails sink in.

Rick advises you all to head back to the prison, and you don't resist when Glenn gently lays a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to turn and leave with them.

Merle was right about one thing...animosity tasted real sour.

"Y/N-"

"Just stop." You cut Glenn off as you entered the shared cell space. Tossing your jacket to the ground uncaringly, you sat on the bottom bunk and ran your hands over your face. Stress settled on your shoulders like hundred pound weights. "Don't wanna talk about it."

You feel his hesitation, and for a second you feel bad for snapping. Risking a glance up, you're reminded that Glenn had not too long ago gotten the shit beat out of him. His face was still banged up, bruises and a split lip fresh and evident. His eyes show clear concern. You look away in shame.

"Ok. We won't talk about it." He concedes with a nod, clearly not totally satisfied with the decision but compromising for the time being. He sits on the bed beside you, hand laid palm-up on the bed as invitation. "For what it's worth...I'm glad you stayed."

You don't say anything, biting back the retort that you'd just let go of your brothers to do so. It's an effort, the instinct to lash out and attack with words when you were agitated, but you managed. Between you and Daryl, you'd always had an easier time unlearning that particular Dixon trait. It wasn't exactly effortless, though.

This was Glenn. He didn't judge. Not you.

Some--but not all--of the anger subsided. Enough so that you shifted your hand to place it on his own, fingers intertwining together gently. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before leaning in to place a kiss to your temple.

When it's clear you're not going to say anything further, Glenn releases your hand and stands, wandering off. Perhaps to find Herschel and get himself looked over. You hope so. Merle had done a number on him.

You went to bed early, mind too tumultuous to interact with the others for the rest of the day. There was probably a lot of planning around the Governor going on, but really...you couldn't be bothered to give a fuck. At least until morning.

You're roused from sleep when Glenn returns to your cell. He undresses, down to his boxers and some comfortable shorts. He's careful with how he moves, and when he approaches the bed to slip in behind you. He thinks you're still asleep, you realize.

He pauses when you shift over enough to allow him space to lay down, not expecting you to be awake. But he recovers quickly and settles in his typical place at your back, chest pressed against you and arms wrapped easily around your middle.

Nothing is said, but he can tell that most of the anger from that afternoon was gone, replaced with sleep and regret. He only hopes that it isn't regret from leaving your brothers behind.

"Sorry." You mutter, and his head shakes against the pillow behind you.

"You don't have to be."

"Shouldn't have pushed you away like that."

"It's been a stressful day." He excuses in a tired voice. "For all of us."

You settle in closer, sighing in content and guilt as he pulls you in. You're damn lucky that things hadn't ended up worse. You knew there was more to talk about regarding the whole situation, but for now, you could leave a pin in it and rest.

You shift a little. "Glenn?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

You feel him press a kiss just above your ear. "Love you too. Nothing's gonna change that."

[evangelineshifts]

I feel like the pjo show isn’t what I thought it would be at all, like they changed a lot of things, didn���t stick with the books(for the most part they tried), didn’t really pace it well(it was either rushed or slow but at the wrong times) and honestly it wasn’t that good to me. I feel like maybe I’m a bad person for thinking that the people playing these characters just aren’t it, liek clarisse for example, she was described to be this tough, unconventionally attractive girl who is (frankly) buff and strong physically but in the show(and no hate to Dior) she’s not buff, she’s not big, she’s skinny and conventionally attractive. And I feel like that’s, disappointing. Like finding girl characters who are not conventionally attractive and/or aren’t skinny/pretty is so hard already and now clarisse is this skinny, conventionally attractive girl and so I’m left with thoughts like “am I the bad guy for feeling this way?” “Is it me who’s the problem?”

so, I just feel like maybe I’m weird for feeling this way. Maybe me thinking(oh Rick said he’d stick by the books so he will) was a stupid thought because he obviously didn’t and whenever I even think of saying ‘this isn’t like the books.’ I can literally taste the massive swarm of people telling me ‘well Rick himself is directing this’ ‘why don’t you like the show it’s literally so good’ ‘you just don’t like it because you’re racist’ and now I’m left with feeling like a bitch and a fool and now I’m getting gaslighting into making myself think that the show did stick by the books and that nothing important changed-🦭

I disagree with the characters part just because I think as long as they embody the essence of the character they’re fine and everyone casted did a really good job at that.

As for everything else I totally agree and tbh I found the show boring. It was only faithful in some aspects but it’s lost its charm. The changes that they made (most of them) make no sense to the plot and seem unnecessary. Somethings that were taken out to make room for new/changed scenes really were just disappointing. The random info dumps that happened had me like ???? Cause half of the stuff isn’t known till like 3-5 books and for good reason. Like learning about May castellen this early literally spun me on my head. And I saw someone talk about how there’s some things that they info dumped about but not enough that you’d be able to understand without reading the books and just general stuff thrown in without explaining significance. And they just took out most everything that made the series lovable. The humor MIXED with the danger, the way things intermingled with the human world (the underworld having an entrance in a recording studio as a nod to the evil in Hollywood, Charon being this fun guy who loves luxurious Italian suits and is underpaid, there being an E-Z line in the underworld. Stuff like that). I know they could fit EVERYTHING in but the stuff that they could’ve put in the they omitted for other stuff just seemed like a sloppy attempt at a rewrite.

And how fast they figured everything out completely threw me off. It takes away the stakes. I understand everyone’s arguments of “ofc they know about the myths and stuff they grew up with it they aren’t dumb” but that’s the thing. In the books the whole point is that they knew about this stuff and they still got caught off guard with the way the monsters adapted to the human world. That and the mist which canonically can affect demigods a bit too. It made it gripping how they had to use their brains to forcefully push through the mist and find a way out. And they are twelve years old on a quest not even a grown man can handle l, they’re stressed, they’re tired, they’re hungry, it makes MORE sense that’d they fuck up a bit and be off their game.

I’m gonna stop before I make this a novel. But I agree it fell flat and it’s very disappointing but kudos to the actors cause they did amazing with what they had to work with.