#edit: hes using the fact that he says hes black to say nothing hes said is racist

[mx-paint]

If your argument is "there are no people of color in [x] because I personally don't see this person as a person of color" than it's like. a faulty argument.

[atskiruma]

his attempts at courting you

expl: he finds himself thinking about you more often, wanting to seek you out consistently, and giving you numerous gifts every day to see you smile

a/n: it has come to my attention that the last ff i wrote, (snow day) was not very well depicted for all readers to enjoy, i want to apologize for that and promise that i will get better at trying to make sure everyone is able to read it and enjoy it, my writings are targeted for all | unfortunately, i can not edit it right now seeing as there's a poll going on, but once that poll is finished i will change my wording in the ff

ask me anything masterlist

second person writing no pronouns used

Zhongli often felt himself thinking about you more often while he was working around the parlor. Even seeking out your name in conversations and listening more attentively when someone was speaking about you. It didn't confuse him though, he was aware of his interest in you.

You opened up the warmth in his heart and welcomed him kindly every time you two saw each other. It made him happy to see you happy, and this was evident when flowers were delivered directly to your door one sunny afternoon.

"These are for you," The mail lady said before turning around and walking away to do more deliveries. You didn't even get to ask who they were from before she was gone. Staring down at the bouquet of tiger lilies in front of you, you could only assume that the bright orange and black colors could depict a certain someone's hair color.

It was a nice piece on your kitchen counter and went well with the other decorations spiraling around your house. That was, until the next morning, you were greeted again with another gift. A bright orange vase to compliment the tiger lilies you received the other day. It was funny, why was he going out of his way to send you such nice gifts?

You finally managed to confront him when you saw Childe and Zhongli sitting together on the seats of an outside cafe. Walking over and waving to the both of them. They greeted you back, and small talk was given for only a couple minutes.

"I actually came over here to thank Zhongli," This caught his attention, and he turned to look up at you, "I really loved the flowers you sent and the vase goes really well with them too!" You said while smiling.

He nodded back at you, seemingly collecting himself extremely quickly at the fact you figured out so quick who it was. "I'm glad you liked them," He said.

"I came to give you this in return," You said," "I know it's probably not as extravagant as the ones you gave me, but I like it." Handing over the small gift box, he opened it and smiled softly at the item. It was a small keychain, nothing special, and it was decorated with a lovely orange seem.

That same keychain would be hung up right next to his bedframe, along with variant letters you sent him on the table accompanying it.

Diluc was someone who took courting another person seriously. He found it tradition since his father had spoken so much of it when Diluc was younger. He always wanted to treat the one he loved with respect and be as much of a gentleman as possible.

This was why you were taking a stroll with him through his grapevines on a sunny afternoon. He offered for you to come down to the Winery a couple days ago and you had just gotten around to accepting his offer. His hand rested on your back as he took you through multiple different paths and explained everything. As you strolled, he talked about things concerning the vine, his profits, the seasons they needed to be planted, etc.

You smiled at him, knowing it was something he took dear to his heart, and listened very attentively to what he was saying. In reality, Diluc was really hoping that all he was talking about didn't bore you in any way.

Then, the next couple of hours were spent sitting in his large dining room, eating food made by the cooks in his home. It was nice, and you were very happy that he wanted to spend this much time with you. Diluc even found himself watching you eat here and there, asking you if the food was good or if you needed anything else in the time being.

After everything was over, and the night sky shined over the two of you as you stood outside his doors, he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your hand. Telling you how much of a pleasure it was to have you here, and how he wished you could stay longer.

Diluc even offered to walk you home, tediously not taking no for an answer, he reached down to take your hand and hold it the whole walk home.

Alhaitham was very closed off when he first met you, he was closed off with anyone in general. He found it strange that you always seemed to be there when he was thinking about you, and when his eyes would try and search a room in the akademiya for you.

He realized that something had to be done about this, so, he did what any other raging nerd would do, and researched about it.

You also found it odd when you'd see him looking at you from across the library, or holding the door open for you whenever you'd walking behind him. Alhaitham always seemed like the guy who only cared about his own, yet he was so evident in helping you out here and there.

Helping you when you'd be confused about a book, rewording your essays to make them better. Alhaitham seemed to want to assist you with almost everything. This was no different than today.

You found yourself back at the library looking down at a long-written parchment on the forest rangers' activities. Trying to figure out how you could make this work in the essay you were conducting on Sumeru's forest.

This was when you heard the chair scrap right next to you, and looked up from where you had originally been focused. Alhaitham took his seat next to you, slightly taking up more space than necessary with his manspreading.

"Do you need help with that? It looks like a longer report than usual for you."

"Longer than usual?" You shot back, "Are you saying that I'm not capable of reading this?" His eyes widened a bit and he instantly tried to retort his original statement. "No, no, I thought- Well- You know you usually read shorter reports in order to get more details. I didn't think you'd take something this large to account."

His confession made you smile, and you leaned in closer, "How'd you know how I like my reports?" At the response with your cheeky grin, a blush formed on his cheeks before he looked away.

"Scholars are supposed to be attentive, it's natural to know a few things you prefer in order to work best with you."

The response he sent back your way caused you to roll your eyes and turn back to what you were originally doing. "To answer your question, no, I do not need help, but thank you for offering."

That didn't seem to make him budge, because he kept sitting there watching you copy down and write words from the book.

"You misspelled climate."

The sound of a book colliding with his head echoed throughout the library.

Ayato enjoyed your company, a lot, so much that he seeks you out anytime he and his sister go down to festivals or strolls through the city. He always wanted to start up a conversation with you, and if anyone else walked by anytime he'd be down there, Ayato would be right next to you listening with a smile at whatever you said.

Ayaka loved you too and found it amusing that her brother was so interested in you. She often found herself trying to spark up conversations with you, asking if her older brother proposed yet in a joking manner.

You laughed it off, Ayato was nice but you were sure he had other rich and important people to concern his love life with. He was just a very nice man to talk with here and there, and you didn't seem to notice that you were one of the few he'd actually seek out.

That was, until, every time he saw you, he came with some form of jewelry or expensive item to give you. Asking you how your day was, what you were doing, and if you wanted to come to spend some time up at the estate with him.

"What about Ayaka?" You said with a tilt of your head in confusion. He smiled back and said, "I'm sure she'd rather stay down here and explore more of the shops.

Ayaka would have loved to come along, but before she could even turn around, the two of you were already heading back up to the estate.

He catered to you, made sure you were comfortable, and even asked if you'd like anything from his personal chefs. It was a bit much to handle, seeing as you weren't used to living so luxurious, but he was very nice about it all and understood.

The catering didn't stop after that day either, more and more people began to wonder why the Kamisato siblings were spending so much more time outside their palace. Ayaka once mentioned that you loved a certain color, and the next day Ayato was handing you a box with that color, and a necklace with the pearl containing that color too.

He even found himself marching over to you when he saw someone speaking to you in a more flirtatious matter. Moving next to you and asking if everything was alright while his hand wrapped around your own.

[gin-juice-tonic]

Hello. It's me again. I'm sure you've realized by now what this type of introduction to a post is leading into. I'm going to bring up another page in the bill book. This entry is going to be less about "proving" anything, but rather it's just something I'd like to discuss. (Also just a warning, this one ends up a bit long due to how many photos are included!)

As I have said before. I had many many thoughts, and I am liable to talk about them until they're all talked out. I want to focus on a single page again (Or I guess, a single double page).

Sorry for the kinda small image here, but don't worry. I'll point out the part I want to talk about.

What I find strange about these pages in particular, aside from the fact that it starts to become written like some sort of noir novel and that Bill has chosen to speak like a femme-fatale, is the new idea it suggests to us:

Bill at some point told Ford he was from another dimension.

I say "at some point" because Ford doesn't react to the idea like this is new information here. Why do I find that strange? Well, for one thing, there's never anything that would indicate Ford knew this pre-portal.

To start, we know that Bill introduces himself to Ford as "a Muse"

Notice the way Ford speaks about him. "From a higher plane, divine, otherworldly". He makes some guesses on the second page (spirit, alien, dream, etc), but nothing to indicate they've discussed the whole other-dimension thing yet. Of course, this is still early, so let's skip further ahead.

Here's where we start talking about other dimensions. Or should I say "dimension"?

Bill has told his "weirdness dimension" lie to Ford, but there's no implication that he himself is from this dimension. And not to mention, this dimension hasn't been destroyed, so naturally it cannot be the one he talks about in the Bill Book pages.

(Later Edit: There used to be another line of reasoning here, I have since removed it.)

Regardless, Bill is still being referred to as a divine thing, unknowable and even possibly not real. Safe to say he isn't inter-dimensional yet, so let's continue.

(this section has been edited from its original wording)

Here Fiddleford and his idiosyncrasies enter the fray, and Ford debates telling him. Fiddleford is aware they're building a portal to another dimension, Ford could just explain that Bill himself is from one. But Ford's attitude toward the situation veers towards the less scientific. Ford still considers Bill to be something divine, and is worried Fiddleford would think black magic is happening. Worrying that Fiddleford would think he's gone mad is one thing, but the emphasis on black magic and fiddlefords superstitions strike me as odd.

If Ford had something to suggest Bill's essence was more scientific in nature, I.E. him being from another dimension himself, I think he would've put that into consideration in that when deciding whether to reveal him to Fiddleford, or at the very least would've given up the emphasis on his superstitious nature

Continuing on.

We're closing in on the portal test now. Ford refers to him here as a "non corporeal entity". He is non corporeal so long as he exists only in the astral plane... but is that what Ford is talking about? Or does he believe Bill has only ever existed in the mindscape? Does he know yet? I don't think this page actually includes much of an answer, I just figured it should be included.

The next-next page does have Ford cheekily refer to him as "imaginary" though...

Fairly soon after this, the portal incident and the betrayal happens. Could it be possible that somewhere within these pages, Bill spilt his home dimension backstory? I'm still inclined to think not.

These questions have no definitive answer, but I am led to wonder:

1) Bill's whole dynamic with Ford is that of a "Muse" inspiring intelligent minds throughout history, wouldn't the reveal of him being from another dimension call this dynamic into question?

2) If Bill is something from another dimension, wouldn't asking Ford to build a portal to a dimension totally-not-at-all-related-to-him become suspicious? Would Ford not question his motives at that point?

(Later Edit: There used to be another line of reasoning here, I have since removed it. Yeah, again.)

(A second later edit: As has been pointed out in the reblogs, some of what I have discussed thus far fails to take into account the mental state Ford could be in due to Bill's abuse/manipulations. Expecting perfect logic and reasoning from him like the two questions above are asking for may not be fair. I am leaving them in this post so the aforementioned reblogs continue to make sense, but again, how his abuse factors into his logic and decision-making should be taken into consideration.)

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I have just a few more post-portal pages to show to continue my long winded discussion with as well.

The pages about Exwhylia read a bit weirdly, admittedly. The first page Ford states he thought this was Bill's birthplace, the second page he states he believes Bill came from somewhere similar but was mysteriously destroyed.

If Ford thought this 2-D dimension had been reduced to an atom before he got there, how could he have planned to go? And I should hardly call being destroyed by a monster a "mysterious" method of destroying. Whatever the explanation for the way these are written is, I don't think they read like Bill has ever spoken to Ford about his home dimension.

Additionally, he mentions his "quest to defeat Bill" is what led him here, which I feel implies he learned of this place after being portaled.

I wish I had a good closer for this mini-essay, but the questions I asked above the Exwhylia section were originally supposed to be it. I don't believe Bill had told Ford about his dimension. That's the end of the sentence.

MAJOR ADDENDUM:

I can't believe I missed this (I can believe it) but.. In the book of Bill, Ford refers to Bill as "extradimensional" after their very first meeting!

Pinpointing the answer to my timeline question supposedly to this exact moment. In my opinion, if you combine this with everything I've mentioned above, no part of this idea from the book of bill makes any sense at all. You might remember at the beginning of this post, Ford guesses at what type of creature Bill is... two years after this last page here was supposed to have been written.

Additionally, if he had known there was an "extradimensional" creature in gravity falls at this point in time, I should hardly think it would've taken him two whole years after that to think of the idea that the Falls' weirdness may come from out of our dimension! (Not to mention in J3 he tells us the idea was told to him directly from Bill. Two years elapsed between these conversations? Knowing Ford, not likely. Again, even if Bill somehow did avoid telling him that whole time, I think Ford very well could've figured it out on his own by then.)

[cherryredstars]

OKAY OKAY but IMAGINE

A reader who owns a cafe and this grumpy ahh Miguel always orders one specific item which usually no one buys. Reader notices the small details about this regular guy cuz well it’s MIGUEL reader has a tint crush.

One day spiderman saves the reader from thieves or something. Basically he ends up in her cafe and as a thank you the reader offers food and he just sighs instinctively picking the same dessert and muscle memory doing a trick.

Basically WHAT IM SAYING IS imagine the reader next time Miguel orders at their cafe puts a lil spider themed candy

They somehow signal him that: HAHA I KNOW WHO YOU ARE GRUMPY >:3

(Using >:3 to tell you the reader has chaotic energy.)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of Attempted Mugging

Summary: It simply can’t be a coincidence.

Word Count: 1.2K (Not Edited)

There’s something mysterious about that man. 

Yes, it may have to do something with his gigantic size and almost too wide shoulders. Or the fact he always looks like he’s a second away from shoving the next person out of the way. Oh and how can you forget the part where he has only said the same seven words to you since he’s been here. Medium coffee, black. Add one of those. Then he proceeds to point at the display at the one pastry you can never sell out. No thank you’s, please’s, how are you’s. He quite literally only says those seven words and then grunts at any of your questions. He’s only ever said one extra word to you, which was his name the first time he visited because he paid in cash.

Honestly, you find him very intimidating. He’s the only reason that non-selling pastry is still available. Usually, you’d have it removed and replaced with another item. But you absolutely dread the idea of him being pissed at you for removing the only other item he gets daily. Plus, you don’t want your existence to be reduced to three words. So, it’s here to stay. You just make it in the smallest batch possible and then give the extras, along with other leftover pastries, to the local soup kitchen to give out the next day. Even then, you’re pretty sure they end up throwing away the pastry at the end of the day since no one wanted it. 

Nonetheless, it’s only right to give back to the community around you. No matter what gets eaten or not. At least they get the choice to decide if they want to try it. It’s better than throwing out all the food when you know there are people who could need it. Mondays are always the busiest days, so you make sure to make a little extra pastries and food to be able to give a pleasing amount to the kitchen. As you stuff the last of the remaining pastries into the box, you close it up and stack it on top of the first box. You pull on the handles of the bag under everything, having them securely supported for easy carry. You grab your canvas bag from the backroom, checking your prep in the fridges and freezers one last time before getting ready to leave. You grab the bag of pastries as you make your way to the back door, once again thankful that you don’t have to lock it since it’s not accessible from the outside. 

As you begin to walk down the small stone steps and out of the small indent on the street, something behind you rattles. You jump slightly, hand tightening on the bag as you turn around quickly. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as you squint into the darkness, trying to spot something. You slightly relax as nothing seems out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was a stray cat or even a mouse. The thought makes you scrunch up your nose and you begin to turn around again so you can make it to the shelter before it closes its doors for the night. 

You instantly scream as you come faced to face with a man in a ski mask. He instantly covers your mouth, pushing you against the back door. You almost trip as you’re forced to walk up the steps and your body tenses as it hits the door. You feel something cold and metallic against your side, eyes widening as you attempt to look down. It’s hard with his hand covering part of your face and it takes him shaking you and slightly banging your head against the door to realize he’s speaking to you about money and jewelry. You can feel your hands trembling, tears welling up. You almost want to sob and yell when you notice another figure approaching behind the man. 

Oh how perfect, there’s two.

But you’re surprised when the figure grabs the man’s shoulder, revealing the almost shiny blue and red of a familiar costume. The man is quickly yanked off of you, and you take a sharp inhale now that your mouth is uncovered. You watch the commotion with wide eyes as the figure- as Spiderman- quickly disarms the mugger and pulls out makeshift handcuffs. The man struggles in them as he sits at the hero’s feet. Spiderman makes no notice to him, instead focusing on a floating screen as he reports the incident via an anonymous tip for the police station. 

You’re still struggling to wrap your mind around what just happened when the Spider turns to you, “You okay?”

You blink rapidly, nodding almost numbly, “Uh, yeah… I think. Thank you.”

He gives you a grunt and if you had a clearer mind, you might have recognized it. As the hero turns to leave you call out. He lets out another grunt of displeasure, but you pay little attention to it as you set the pastry bag down and pull out the box from the top. 

“Take one. They’re leftovers from today, but they’re still good. Consider it my thank you.”

You open the box and peer inside of it as you present it to him. It’s full of small sandwiches, a few different flavors of bread slices, and in the corner there are few of Miguel’s usual pastries. You expect the spider to go for one of the sandwiches, but your eyes widen as he takes three of Miguel’s pastry. You stare at the spot they had been in the box before staring at the hero. There is simply no way.

Your eyes study the hero, taking in his build for the first time. Enormous height and wide shoulders. Same posture and same pastry. Surely, it couldn’t be a simple coincidence. You slowly close the box, holding the sides of it tightly as the hero starts to deport. You stare after him in astonishment, even as the sound of police cars start sounding and two officers rush into the alley to find the tied up mugger and you. 

There is simply no way.

You show up early the next day to the bakery. You take care making everything, letting them cool slightly before putting them in the display cases. Once the doors open, the usual morning rush spews in, and you spend the next two to three hours serving customers. As per usual, he comes right as the morning rush ends, and you feel a giddiness as he walks up to the counter. 

“Medium coffee, black. Add one of th-” You smile widely when he pauses.

His eyes are trained to his pastry. Today it looks different. In the center of the flakey dough there is a cut out of a spider, revealing the filling inside. He squints at it, leaning his face closer to the glass to view it. When he looks up to you, he can see the knowing glint in your eyes and the teasing smirk on your face. He sighs, something between displeased and amused before he stands up straight again. 

“Add one of those.” He finishes his previous sentence, pulling out his card to pay. 

“Sure thing,” You smile, approving the transaction before turning around and getting started on his coffee. “...Spiderman.”

From the grunt behind you, you know he heard.

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I’ve watched the entire series again today in a hungover state and I CAN’T DEAL with all the parallels.

I mean, when Lucy finds out about her Dad’s true actions and origins - her whole world falls apart. She saw the vaults as safety - she looked up to her Dad more than anyone else in the world. She learns that he’s lied about who he is as a man and as her father, but also she must realise that the vault’s are hiding their own dirty secrets (especially after her experience at vault 4) and that her Dad is a part of that too. She even says to Max, after leaving vault 4, that if she destroyed a whole community to save him, he would be heartbroken: when that’s exactly what he did on an even grander and more terrible scale. Lucy’s life wasn’t even in direct danger to warrant that reaction - he’s just an insecure selfish arsehole.

At the very same time we see the flashback scene of Coop hearing Barb suggest that they drop the bombs on America. This woman that he loves and trusts and has made a family with - who he said he fell in love with because she always tries to do the right thing. Their reactions at the point of realisation - shock, inability to speak, almost dissociation - are both extremely similar. Him having gone through that betrayal before (and likely plenty of times since) is EXACTLY why he talks to Lucy how he does. He’s preparing her for the eventual heartbreak - because he has experience which states that nothing could ever be as perfect as she claims her life is. When he’s making ass jerky from Roger, he even tells her: there’s what people say they do and then there’s what they really do.

When you look at all of that, really, in the scheme of things, Coop - the man that she’s seen as this inhuman, cruel, murderous monster - he’s the good guy. He too thought his wife’s business with vault tec was abhorrent. Yes, he’s been warped and twisted by the wasteland and by his own trauma - but he does see this brightness in Lucy. He thought she was just naive and full of bullshit (especially being a vault dweller. Something which I’m sure triggered him considering his past with vault tec and the links to his wife) but when she proved herself by giving him the vials instead of letting him die, he’s probably amazed that there’s someone left in the world who isn’t just a liar and a terrible person. He’s so used to betrayal and violence by this point. She’s a good person - a trait that he literally said he was in love with his wife because of. She softens him.

But she also proves herself in another way - by shooting her feralled mother - showing that she’s also grown and learnt that not everything is black and white. It’s not just “good and bad” in this world. And although Coop has questionable morals, he’s honest, like her. He tells it how it is. Plus, after her Dad’s huge life changing betrayal and her time in the wasteland, she understands a little more why Coop has done all the things that she’s seen him do - I mean he did meet her pretty much day one out of the vault initially - hence why she goes with him. He has hardened her up to protect her in the wasteland.

Wilzig even says “will you still want the same things when you’re a different animal altogether.”

My god. It’s just genius. Absolutely genius.

“You comin’?”

Edit: Can we also talk about how Coop is basically the inspiration for the vault boy - who Lucy basically looks to (physically a few times throughout the series) for inspiration to do the right thing. AND the fact that her Dad was obviously a bit obsessed with Coop and probably still was when Lucy was born, seeing as he’d been in a pod and had only just woken up, retaining recent memories. So Lucy likely watched all of his films and her Dad maybe even saw him as a bit of a role model (or at least his in-film characters). AND the obvious exchange of index fingers. Yup. Honestly if this relationship doesn’t become cannon, I will start dropping bombs too.

ANOTHER EDIT: Sorry one last thing but, I just want to add: nothing that post-war Coop does is personal. It’s either: to get a job done, survival, because he’s been triggered by something (understandable after what’s he been through) or, in Lucy’s case, to teach a (admittedly often harsh) lesson. He doesn’t just mindlessly kill - or particularly enjoy killing - he just has no issue with it, it’s all just means to an end. He even still remembers to pay for his tomatoes in Filly ffs haha… I imagine he’s extremely numb and devoid of all feeling - except for when it comes to his wife and little girl. That’s the only time we see more visceral reactions in either actions or dialogue from him. He’s such an intricate character and Walton did an amazing job of portraying him.

[httpsserene]

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📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: maybe you shouldn’t be late to any event you go to, or bare minimum don’t make any bets you know you’re not going to win. having no hand-eye coordination is not great when you’re being forced to play golf.

📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: i think i’m funny. one or two dirty jokes. and reader does have a lil injury (nothing bad). not edited at all 😎

📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: the doc says 900 words?? it feels longer idk

📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lando x black!fem!reader (it’s mainly twitch trio focused-alex,george & lando)

📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smau

📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: swang • rae sremmurd

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: i’d like to remind everyone that the people asked for this hellscape! you 🫵🏽 asked for it. it’s long, like LONG. anyways: max is definitely the type of dude to use the cat emojis. my bad to my charles girlies, he did not make the cut for this 😔 i had to get rid of like three or four ig posts and stories to make this all fit into one tblr post, and none of that had charles content 🫠. also, the plot damn near ran away from me, but it’s barely there—it’s kinda more friend focused than lando x reader until the end! uh there’s one part in here that was inspired by tik tok comments, y’all will know which one 😅 inspired by the fact that my brother hit me with a golf club when i was a child 🙂i think i’m pretty funny so i hope you guys find this funny asl, otherwise what did i do this for?

if you want me to post the outtakes lmk

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georgerussell63: off to a terrible start for golf day. my girlfriends “wife” is crashing the party, and my mates gf is already -4 after two holes 🙂

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lilymhe: light work 💪🏼 no reaction🥱

user: not his girlfriend’s wife ☠️

➥ user: who does he think keeps carmen’s bed warm when he’s not at home???

alex_albon: welcome to watch mojo! and today we’re counting down our top 10 times our gf’s ditch us for each other 🤨

➥ user: and?

➥ user: what else are they supposed to do alexander 😀

y/ninstagram: put some respeCK on my name princling, or next time i see u its on sight 😡 im aiming the golf club straight at you

➥ georgerussell63: you can’t even hit the golf ball in under three tries, or aim anywhere near the holes

➥ georgerussell63: i think i’ll be fine

➥ y/ninstagram: 😟😐 i'll remember this george william russell, ur asking for it

carmenmmundt: george failed to mention that he’s +3 already

➥ georgerussell: like, literally nobody asked you to say that 😒

➥ landonorris: drag him !!! he doesn’t get to say shit about our wife 😤

➥ carmenmmundt: *my wife

➥ user: lmfaooo im 💀

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alex_albon: ladies and gentlemen, introducing: *my* girlfriend 🤤✨

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y/ninstagram: we MUST stay focused sisters

y/ninstagram: gawd damn‼️ wifey could hit me with that golf club any day

➥ carmenmmundt: fuck the club, i’ll let her run me over w the cart🥴

lilymhe: next hole, i’ll show you guys what a proper stoke is 😏

➥ lilymhe: since our bf’s seem to underperform…on the golf course obv

➥ user: AYOOO?!!

➥ carmenmmundt: okay 😇

➥ y/ninstagram: why r my thighs wet rn

➥ user: dO THEY KNOW THIS IS PUBLIC

alex_albon: i’m at a loss for words

➥ landonorris: this is literally your fault

➥ georgerussell63: can’t believe you mate 🫤

➥ alex_albon: how is this MY fault??! whattddiddiddoo

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y/ninstagram: idk y ur complaining? the cart is parked. on its side, but it’s parked😊

carmenmmundt: i think we’ve punished ourselves

alex_albon: should’ve left her ass at home like i said 😒

francisca.cgomes: idk even know why y’all let her drive the cart😨

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maxfewtrell: ur joeeee kingggg. ur joe king 😐

francisca.cgomes: i wouldn’t even trust u with the scorecard—but pop off !!! girl boss shit

danielricciardo: SO I HAD TO, GRIND LIKE THAT TO SHINE LIKE THIS 🗣️🗣️‼️💯

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lando.jpg: BRO SAID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING 🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥

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user: SHE SPITTING BARS 💯💯💯 PUT HER BEHIND THEM 🔥🔥🔥

user: THE SILENCE IS SO LOUD WHEN THIS HITS 🗣️🔥🔥

user: WE STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM 🔥🔥🔥 NOW WE’RE DIGGING 🗣️🗣️🔥💯‼️🙌🏽🙌🏽

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➥ y/ninstagram: aw ty carmie :)

➥ carmenmmundt: I HOPE IT STAYS THAT WAY 🥶🥶‼️‼️🙌🏻🙌🏻

➥ y/ninstagram: bee-eff-eff-aur: be FUCKING for real 😒

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alexandrasaintmleux: how THE fuck did u manage to give yourself a concussion??!

carlossainzjr: pobrecita😪 how 😭 terrible 😭 can you tell lando to come over when ur done

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➥ user: they know this on the internet 4ever right…?

lilymhe: this girl swung the club, missed the ball, and let go of the damn club no follow through

➥ carmenmmundt: it hit the ground and ricocheted back at her

➥ alex_albon: and she got knocked on the forehead hard asl

➥ georgerussell63: the noise it made was hilarious 😂 y’all should’ve been there

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I've seen a few people mention how the sauce Carmy makes in Apologies is black with white spots, and how in that very scene Sydney is wearing a black bandana with white polka-dots. From what I can tell, most people are interpreting this as an intentional writing choice, which I agree with, but they also seem to be interpreting the sauce as something Carmy did subconsciously.

I saw one person say that Syd is Carmy's "muse" and she's inspiring his cooking without him even realizing it. Another interpretation I saw was that this dish was evidence of Carmy metaphorically not choosing Sydney, since he throws the dish in the trash in the next scene.

While anybody is allowed to interpret the sauce scene however they want, I thought I would point out that it likely wasn't the writer's intentions for us to interpret this as something Carmy did subconsciously, because the point being made in that dish, or at least what we are supposed to understand about that dish, is that the polka-dot sauce is not supposed to be polka-dotted.

That is a broken sauce. The white dots that are popping up and spreading in it aren't supposed to be there. If this sauce had been made properly, it would have been one consistency, and therefore one color. Chefs don't break sauces, and breaking a sauce is something you're specifically meant to avoid. In the universe of this show, Carmy didn't intend for that sauce to break, and that is why he throws it in the trash. Given that it doesn't make sense for him to have broken the sauce on purpose, that means that he also didn't purposefully mimic Syd's bandana.

In fact, the head chef at the NYC restaurant once mocked Carmy for a broken sauce. At the funeral dinner for Ever, Carmy is thinking about the abuse he endured by that chef, and one of the insults he thinks of during a montage of memories from his past is the chef implying that breaking a sauce makes Carmy broken. It's one of the insults haunting him this season.

(Edit: I have been informed that chefs do sometimes intentionally break sauces, and it’s called a split-break. I still personally interpret it as unintentional in the show, but it’s interesting to consider the difference in meaning if it’s not.)

That being said, I don't think this means that Sydney's bandana and the sauce coincidentally match each other. This scene takes place in the penultimate episode, directly before the funeral dinner at Ever where Carmy confronts the NYC head chef, and where Chef Terry gives a speech that, in my opinion, is meant to deliver the message of this season.

Throughout the season, the pressure Carmy has placed on himself has only increased. This has affected his ability to cook well. We see Carmy throw away multiple dishes in different episodes. We can assume he screwed these dishes up, but it's impossible to know since Carmy's standards are so high nothing is good enough for him anyway. But with something like a broken sauce, we know. We know that he's not simply being a perfectionist when he throws the broken sauce away. He's definitely screwed the sauce up.

At this point in the season, Carmy's reached his breaking point. This is represented visually in his broken sauce.

However, they could have used any broken sauce, in any colors, couldn't they? It's not a coincidence that they used a sauce that, when broken, is black and white. I think in part the reason they chose the colors black and white is because of what those colors usually represent - darkness vs lightness, wrong vs right, bad vs good - and Carmy is caught in between. At this point in the season, he's on a path toward something dark - but he can choose the light, and both are waging a war inside of him at this moment, breaking him.

It's also still significant that Syd is wearing the black bandana with white polka-dots. Especially because Chef Tery - the foil to the chef who abused Carmy, the narrative good, right, light, representing the path Carmy should be on and needs to choose in the future - also wears a black bandana with white polka-dots this season.

Together, this all represents what Carmy risks losing if he continues on the same path, and inversely, what he could gain if he chooses the right one. Carmy, the character, is not conscious of any of this, and in the universe of The Bear, none of this means anything - but they do mean something narratively.

Carmy is screwing up, and because of that, he's breaking. He screwed the sauce up, and the sauce broke. The bandanas worn by Chef Tery and Syd represent what he's screwing up, and how that is breaking him. They also represent what he needs to choose in the future to avoid breaking, and to make things right.

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Perfect Edition is a little less than perfect...

I've bought up through volume 5 of Soul Eater's perfect edition, very excited to have the manga hard-bound and with supposedly a better translation... But I found almost immediately that was not the case.

This is far from a complete commentary since as I said, I've only bought up through volume 5. But I have parallel-read the Perfect Edition alongside the original Yen Press publication to note each and every change. A pattern emerged immediately that remained consistent, and sadly....as I said...these releases are far from perfect.

All text changes are ink-saving. Nearly everything has been altered and reduced to use as few letters as possible, eliminating entire sentences and phrases from the original. Often times the meaning is less clear or changed entirely as a result. Example: replacing the word "ambiguity" with the word "anger." These aren't even remotely close in meaning, but it saves several letters! Nothing at all ever increases in length or gains clarity. All changes make the text shorter and...kind of "abridged" feeling. This was clear from volume 1 and it's only gotten worse with each volume.

Many changes are trying to sound extremely American, to the point of characters sounding stereotyped. There are a couple of cute dialogue changes, but for the most part they come across as contrived, unnatural, and don't sound in character at all for anyone, which has also gotten worse with each volume. A lot of times I'm left re-reading a dialogue box in confusion because it's so out of character in the attempt to sound American and save ink.

Following that last point up... Sid's dialogue specifically is altered to sound more "black" which I find offensive, even worse when combined with the ink-saving strategy. Abridged racially stereotyped dialogue...

They removed all Japanese (okay, no problem) but there is no consistency with how it was replaced/changed except in the case of Lord Death which makes me wonder if different translators worked on each character's dialogue. For whatever reason, a character's name is not enough so Lord Death gives everyone cutesy nicknames. Some of that feels in character for him, some does not. But no one else has any consistency... Sometimes a -chan is replaced with just a name, but sometimes the same character addressing the same person will be trying to say something cutesy. The fact is, the Japanese way of addressing people by social class and respect doesn't translate because it's not part of American culture, and they shouldn't have tried to find a middle-ground. It comes off weird, distracting, and out of character.

There is no new art. As I recall, one selling point for Perfect Edition was the inclusion of new art. No. There is no new art. None whatsoever. They have changed the order in which some of the original art pieces are presented in the manga, but it's all entirely the same. Unless you count the covers. But that's all.

The harsher language is severely softened. All of the swearing is greatly reduced, which for characters like Giriko for example greatly impact characterization. Part of who he is is crude and terrible, but with his using only the mild swears he comes across entirely differently. It's not just swear words, but insulting phrases spoken by many characters are entirely changed as well (just like all the text). This really changes the meaning of things from the original.

Things in the actual art you'd expect to be fixed aren't, such as Medusa's hair twist being on the wrong side. No art errors are fixed at all.

The manga still reads right to left, but in the vertical text boxes many of those suddenly have the text reading left to right like English. But then a few still read right to left like the original, like Japanese translated manga is meant to be. There's no rhyme or reason, except the ones reading properly (right to left) do seem often clustered together like the translator forgot. This change to try to read left to right is very, very confusing and since vertical text boxes are common in manga it slows down the reading.

They didn't change all of Crona's pronouns. That's right...they missed some. One error was very early on, too. I was like, wait a second, "he"??? But I read it right. The translators missed some.

Speaking of Crona, the one thing I've found that didn't save ink but was an added editorialization was in Crona's very first scenes to state they are a victim. Part of the power of Crona's story is the slow reveal/discovery of who they are and what they've been through. Simply stating from....what knowledge??? That they are a victim in their very first appearance undermines the power of their story, which is just my opinion but still. Our main characters are suddenly declaring from nothing that Crona is a victim and that's weak storytelling too.

This next point isn't an issue with the translation, but I have seen many a Tumblr post and Reddit post with people saying their Perfect Editions arrived with missing pages. One of mine arrived with several pages stained in bright blue dye. There's a lack of quality control somewhere in the printing and distribution....

And you might say, but I only have volumes 1 through 5, so why am I so sure about all this? Well, it's been extremely consistent in all five volumes. But more, I've asked some people who have later volumes for pictures of various important pages, and all the flaws of these early volumes continue in the exact same pattern.

Thus, my conclusion is.... It's not "perfect" at all. It's just yet another translation. One with far fewer words, slightly more family-friendly in language, and with stereotyped Americanizations. It's not worth my money.

Will I still read it (paralleled to the original of course)? I can't help my curiosity, so yes, yes I will. By checking them all out from my local library. But I'm not gonna be suckered out of any more money on something that is just not what was implied to be in the title and advertising.

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Cuddles And Mischief

Paring: Yuta okkotsu x Gn! Reader

Featuring: Yuta(duh), Toge, Panda, Maki, and Gojo for like two seconds

Warnings: Migraines, cuddles, Toge is a little shit, Panda is Panda, Implied reader trying to kill Toge and panda (Don't worry they’re fine)

Word Count: 3308

Summary: Having chronic Migraines is a bitch, but on the brightside Yuta is the sweetest person to ever live and he just so happens to be your boyfriend. Cuddles are on the agenda and also apparently killing two classmates.

A/n: This is just something I thought of cause I've had a crazy bad migraine for the past week and just needed some cuddles. I believe that Toge 100% knows how to pick a lock, you can fight me on that. Also, I wrote this with the thought of JJk happening more like when they’re in college just cause I was more comfy with that, I’ll probably go back and edit my Toge fix to be the same at some point. Also please request stuff, i have a list of fandoms i will write for in my pinned post and i'm going to update it later to have the characters listed as well. Anyways enjoy this Yuta fluff.  MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

If I had to describe the worst week of my life it would probably be this one. I know saying the worst week of my life is maybe a slight stretch but damn this week sucked. I’ve had a migraine for the past week, and nothing helps, I’ve taken ibuprofen and drank tons of water but again nothing helps. I just want to lay down in a pitch-black room with my boyfriend, Yuta, and sleep in his warm embrace. I crave cuddles, which is odd for me. I’ve never been big on hugs or cuddling but he’s just so warm and inviting I can’t help but crave to be near him.

There are two reasons I have yet to do this though. One, we've been busy with school and training. We go to Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu Technical Institute, it's a school to learn about cursed spirits and how to fight them, most of our day is taken up by training and the occasional mission. And secondly, no one knows we are together. You see when me and Yuta started getting closer, we agreed that it would be best to keep our relationship secret from our classmates because some of them can be a lot to deal with, and we didn’t want to deal with the endless teasing. Cough Panda Cough 

It can be difficult to find time for ourselves when dealing with our crazy life. So here I am sitting on the steps next to the training field, watching Maki fight with Panda because he did something stupid. Yuta and Toge are also on the field practicing hand to hand combat, not that either of them really needed it with their powerful techniques. And as to why I'm just sitting here, well one like I said before I have a migraine and two there are only five of us in our class so not enough for even groups, so I'm sitting out right now. 

As I watched Maki pin Panda, I noticed a certain black-haired swordsman eyeing me with concern. With us trying to keep our relationship on the down low, I haven’t had the chance to tell him about my migraine, but I know he could probably tell something was up because I was currently wearing a pair of dark sunglasses that could put Gojo’s to shame. I know I could have texted him, but I didn't want him to worry about me. So here I was being watched by my secret boyfriend while trying to hide the fact that my head felt like it was going to explode.

“MUSTARD LEAF '' I heard I disgruntled Toge exclaim as Yuta completely lost focus on his sparring match with the cursed speech user. 

“Sorry Toge, just lost in thought, would you give me just a minute I need to ask Y/n a question?” Yuta asked as Toge waved him off, obviously upset that his best friend is stopping their training. Yuta then proceeded to make his way over to where I’m sitting on the steps. “Hey Y/n, are you ok? You seem a little out of it, not to mention I don’t think Gojo could even see through those sunglasses.” He asked as he approached.

 “Yeah, I’m ok. Just have a small migraine don’t worry about it. "I'm going to go take a nap after training is over, it should go away after that.” I responded by trying to downplay my condition so he didn’t worry too much. I could tell he didn’t fully believe me but nodded in understanding before walking back to keep sparring with our classmate.

After training was over I headed in the direction of the dorms to try and sleep off this migraine even though I know it likely won’t work. As I made my way through the halls I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me into someone's bedroom. I let out a startled gasp, before I turned to see my boyfriend smiling sheepishly with a blush on his face as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to ask you again if you really are ok? You’ve been acting weird all week and I wanted to know if it was something I had done.” Yuta asked again, obviously concerned for me and worried that it might be his fault I’m not doing well.

“It’s not your fault Yuta. I just have chronic migraines. They just happen randomly and this one has been a bitch. It just won’t go away. Light hurts my eyes, loud noises hurt, ibuprofen doesn't help, sleeping only postpones the pain if I can even fall asleep. I’m just so tired.” I finally told him about this annoying pain. “ I’m sorry for making you worry, I know I should have told you when it first started but I didn’t want you to worry about me. I’m used to this at this point, it’ll go away eventually, until then I'm just going to be tired and on edge.” I could see multiple emotions pass his face as I told him all of this. First was relief that he did nothing wrong, but then concern as I told him how bad it really was.

“It’s okay, I understand you not wanting me to worry but I want to help. You said lights hurt and it's hard for you to get to sleep so I’m going to help out with that.” He said with a serious look on his face and I was slightly confused. How is he going to help with that? “Go lay down in your room and I’ll be there in an hour. I know exactly how to help.” I was shocked as he grabbed his wallet and pulled me out of his room and gently pushed down the hall towards my room. As we reached my room he looked around the hall, making sure no one was around, before leaning in and placing a kiss on my cheek before saying “I love you, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Before he ran off down the hall to god knows where.

I decided that it wasn’t worth stressing over cause that would just make my head hurt more so I just went in my room and changed into a pair of light pajama pants and a hoodie I’ve had for almost a decade, don’t judge the hoodie it’s gotten me through a lot of crap. After getting in my pajamas I laid down on my bed trying to relax even though the small amount of light barley breaking through the closed curtains was way too much for my sensitive eyes. I laid there for a good twenty minutes before I fell into a restless sleep that did nothing to block out the sounds of trees blowing in the wind and the distant sound of arguing, probably still Panda and Maki.

Just like he said about an hour after he had run away on a mission to do who knows what, I opened my eyes to see my gentle boyfriend enter my room quietly with bags of stuff hanging from his arms as he closed my door. He turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin when he noticed I was awake and smiling at him as he nearly dropped his bags on the floor in shock.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, I was just trying to get in here before someone else saw me.” Yuta said as he walked to my small desk and set the bags of stuff down.

“It’s ok, I wasn’t really asleep anyway. But what on earth did you buy?” I asked as I walked over to peek in the bags. I reached in one and pulled out a bag of my skittles and looked at him confused. “How are skittles supposed to help with a migraine?” I asked, trying to figure it out.

“Those are because I know you love them. This on the other hand I figured would help out a bit with the light sensitivity.” He responded with a smile as he pulled out a package that looked like a black sheet. I again looked at him in confusion. “ It’s a black out curtain. I’m going to hang it in front of your window to block out the light that still comes through your normal curtain. Also figured you could turn on some gentle music to help block out unwanted noise.” He said looking pleased with himself for coming up with the plan.

“You didn’t have to do all this really. I would have just been fine laying in here hiding under my blanket by myself. I really appreciate you taking the time to get me all this, but I can hang this up on my own. You can just go hang with the others, Yuta” I said thinking he was probably going to hang up the curtain and then go hang out with our friends as they did whatever it was they were doing right now.

He tilted his head to the side before smiling and chuckling softly. “No I’m going to hang this up, then you and I are going to lay down together. I know that when you have trouble sleeping you like to have someone with you, I also know it puts you right to sleep when someone plays with your hair. We are both taking a nap and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I was shocked to hear him be so confident about something. Normally he was shy and let others tell him what to do but this was different. I was surprised but also thankful that he was willing to set aside his afternoon to try and make me feel better.

I nodded in response and kissed him on the check as I moved to sit on my bed and eat skittles while he hung up the curtain. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how sweet he is and how lucky I was to have him. After he finished hanging up the curtain he walked over to the side of my bed and sat down. I scooted over to give him enough space to lay down as he took off his shoes. He laid down with his head on the pillow and turned towards me to pull me into him. I jumped slightly at the contact, while I was expecting it, I’m still not used to it. After relaxing into his touch a scooted into his side while resting my head on his chest.

It felt great to be held by him in the complete darkness caused by the new curtains. The only thing this moment was missing was quiet music to drown out the outside noise. Like he read my mind Yuta reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone, opening it and playing my rest playlist on spotify before setting it back down. I smiled as I leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips before cuddling into his chest whispering an “I love you” as I relaxed to the gentle music coming from my phone. I felt him peck the top of my head before he relaxed and started to gently run his fingers through my hair. After about ten minutes of this I finally fell asleep, and for the first time in a week it was like the world fully melted away.

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About an hour later, Y/n and Yuta’s classmates were starting to get suspicious as to where their two friends had disappeared to. It was already dinner time and it wasn’t like either of them to skip a meal so the three were rightfully concerned.

“I know Y/n hasn’t been feeling well recently so maybe they are asleep.” Maki voiced the fact that one friend had been under the weather this week. “But that doesn’t explain where Yuta is.”

“Tunamayo” Toge said as he looked at his fellow sorcerers.

“Yeah you’re right, Yuta was watching Y/n during training today. Now that you mention it they have seemed really close recently.” Panda said as he processed what was being said. “Oh my god, I think I figured it out. What if they are secretly dating and skipped dinner to go on a date?” He exclaimed, almost too excited about the possibility of his two friends getting together.

“I mean it’s likely they are dating but again Y/n isn’t feeling well and I watched Yuta run off earlier like he was going to do something and Y/n wasn’t there.” Maki said looking at the giant bear like he was stupid for forgetting that one of said friends is ill.

“Salmon” Toge said, agreeing that the two were probably a couple but also agreeing that they probably weren’t on a date right now.

“Well then how about we figure this out the old fashioned way.” Panda stated

“By asking them next time we see them?” Maki asked, hoping her friend would say something reasonable for once, though she knew it was unlikely.

“No we go find them, you said Y/n wasn’t feeling well and that they would probably be sleeping, so I say we go check their room. If they are resting, that's where they will be.” Panda stated as if it was the most obvious answer to their problem.

“Salmon” Toge exclaimed with mischief in his eyes as he was the first to dart out of the room towards the dorms. He was determined to see what his best friend was up to at the moment. He also secretly hoped that they were correct that Yuta and Y/n were together because he shipped from the moment he watched the two talk for the first time.

“Toge calm down if you want to find out you gotta be quiet when you go down there. Don’t want anyone hearing you.” Panda said as he followed his friend down the hall. Maki was also with them, though she would deny her curiosity saying it was only to stop the two boys from being stupid.

As they turned down the hall that held the room of their friend who had been unwell all week, they could hear quiet music coming from the bedroom. “You hear that, that’s Y/n’s sleep playlist; they play it every night to help them sleep.” Maki said as she tried to stop her dimwitted companions from disturbing their friend’s sleep.

Only there was a problem, as they didn’t stop and made it closer to the room the three stopped walking in a state of shock. Not because of something they say but something they could feel. It was strange only in the sense that this cursed energy didn’t belong to their ill friend, it belonged to their other missing companion. It startled all of them to feel Yuta’s cursed energy flowing from Y/n room, it was obvious that's where it was coming from as underneath the large cloud of his energy they could barely make out Y/n’s cursed energy mixed in.

“I knew they were together.” Panda stated as he moved closer to the room. Toge following close behind was also excited to break up his friend's private moment.

Maki followed them as they stopped at the door, “you guys know he could have just stopped by here a minute ago to check on them, right” she said, trying to reason this out so the two didn’t invade anyones’ privacy in their attempt to cause trouble.

Panda just looked at her with a roll of his eyes as he tried to open the door. “ Doubt it, his energy is too strong for it to just be a residual, Damn it, they locked the door.” He exclaimed as his plan was foiled.

“Yeah it's probably locked to keep creepy bears from going in there without knocking.” Maki responded not paying attention to the silent member of their group who had ducked down to a crouch in front of the door inspecting the lock.

“Well knocking would be counterproductive Maki, I want to catch them by surprise and not announce my presence.” Panda countered. Again neither of them noticing Toge pull out a couple paper clips from his pocket.

“I think we should just leave them alone, They will tell us when -” Maki started but was interrupted.

“ Mustard Leaf” Toge whispered, shouting to get his friends’ attention. The two bickering sorcerers look at their shorter friend in shock as they watch him start to pick the lock on the door.

“What the hell Toge, why are you doing that?” Maki almost shouted at her friend who just responded with a shrug as if it was a stupid question and kept working.

The three of them were so focused on Toge unlocking the door that they failed to notice their teacher making his way towards the group. “So what are you three doing?” the tall man with a blind fold asked right as the click of the lock coming undone sounded.

The trio nearly jumped out of their skin but as Maki was about to explain it in a way to not get in trouble for breaking and entering, Toge opened the now unlocked door. Panda took the moment of shock from his friend opening the door to tell his teacher what  was happening.

“We are just trying to prove that that is happening.” he said, sounding triumphant as he pointed at his two friends who were peacefully sleeping in each other's embrace. As The Now Four of them took in the sight of the two young sorcerers looking the most relaxed that they have in a while, Toge couldn’t help but pull out his phone and snap a picture of the sweet moment. No doubt with the intention of blackmail in the future.

As the shutter sound resounded through the space the sleeping couple began to stir and with that the group snapped out of their shock. There were six different reactions, one from each person, and they were as follows. Yuta looked up in confusion still groggy from sleep and started blushing as soon as he saw his friends and teacher standing at the door to his partner’s room. Maki shook her head in disapproval of her friend’s stupidity for interrupting someone's well deserved sleep. Panda was holding back a laugh at his friends’ startled expressions. Toge started with a happy smirk until he made contact with the owner of the bedroom he just broke into. Gojo was also laughing as he walked away knowing that one of his students would deal out the punishment for his other students' mischief. And then there’s Y/n, while they were still half asleep they knew exactly who was standing in their doorway and were ready to kick someone’s ass.

Y/n jumped over a still blushing Yuta to get out of the bed, having the complete intention of taking their class from five students down to just three. First on their list was the one currently frantically sending the picture he just took to his other friends so when his phone was inevitably broken he would still have it. Second was the walking stuffed animal who hadn’t stopped laughing since they woke up to the intruders. The only reason Maki was safe was the fact that she had walked away after Gojo left, Y/n also knew she probably was trying to stop the idiots.

As Y/n chased the cursed corpse and cursed speech user, Yuta couldn’t help but start to giggle at his friend’s antics. He also let out a sigh of relief, knowing he no longer had to hide his affection towards the love of his life.

[rinwritesfics]

Please

Plot: When a vendor at a market blows a mysterious powder in Echo’s face, a series of events happens – and not all unwelcome between the two of you.

Warnings: pollen, pollen blown into face by a person, feelings confessions, creampie, slightly dom Echo, a single (light) spank, fairly vanilla, aftercare insinuated, fade-to-black second round, unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it, folks! (I hope that’s all.) MDNI!!!!!

Word Count: 3,589

Author’s Note: I have tried and tried to edit this to where I feel I want it, but I was down from COVID and then lost a family member, so that is where it has finally ended up. No use of Y/N. I hope you like it!

The sun shone comfortably on the village as you walked with your favorite person. Echo.

This beautiful, wonderful man had volunteered to accompany you into the village on a supply run, and you couldn’t have been happier. The warmth in your heart sure enjoyed the fact that he had spoken up so quickly.

“We need only one more thing, right?” you asked Echo.

“Just the gasket grease rated for high vacuum situations.” He nodded, his helmet modulating that voice you like so much.

You looked up at him and shook your head, snickering.

He tilted his head, the afternoon sun shining off the helmet a bit. “What?”

“What do you mean, what? It’s a gorgeous day and there you are pretending it’s raining out.”

“But, I always wear my bucket,” he protested.

“You were just talking this morning about the dangers of lacking vitamin D. I distinctly remember because we had to stop Wrecker from making a lewd joke in front of Omega.”

Echo chuckled and you smiled. Even through his helmet, you enjoyed his laugh. It was always a breath of fresh air.

Sometimes, he would immediately decide to put his helmet on, even when you two were just stepping outside briefly and then he’d seem flustered when you asked him about it, like he was embarrassed he forgot about it. You liked seeing his face. It was his, and no one else’s. He may share genetics with thousands and more other souls, but that face? His alone.

“Alright, you’re right,” he said, caving like he usually does. He couldn’t seem to say no to you, but that was nothing you were going to take advantage of.

He took off the helmet and breathed, greeted with fresh air instead of that stale recycler in his suit.

“Besides, it’s not for very long. You won’t get a sunburn.” You grinned, teasing him slightly.

A small smile appeared on his lips.

Yep. That beautiful, perfect face of his.

You both turned a corner in the market, nearly to the last stall you needed to stop at.

The closer you got, the louder a voice became on your right, yelling about her wares. You started to pass her stall and she called out about having the perfect remedy for a boring couple’s night. The sign above her white-haired head was a play on the term “Love Potions” in the native language which didn’t translate as cleverly into Aurebesh. Echo was closest to the stall and traded a suspicious glance with you.

“Ah, you two look like you could use something to spice up your love life! Try my newest concoction! First try is on me! I guarantee you’ll like it, and you’ll come back for the full-strength dose!”

“Oh, no ma’am, we’re not -” Echo began correcting her, but she cut him off.

“I insist!” she cackled, then, before anyone could stop her, held up a small piece of folded cream flimsy in her hand and blew a red dust into Echo’s face. Echo stumbled back, coughing and spitting out whatever got into his mouth as he bent over. The crazy older woman cackled gleefully and turned away.

“Hey, you can’t do that!” you yelled, suddenly enraged. You wanted to give her a piece of your mind, but Echo continued to cough and struggle for breath and you dug into your pack for your canteen. “Echo, Echo hey, use this to rinse your mouth when you can.”

He took the canteen as his coughing settled, took a swig from the canteen and spat out the water twice, then chugged part of the canteen. You waited for his breath to settle before asking if he was okay. In response, he wiped away the tears on his face and poured more water over his eyes, which you could easily guess were burning.

“Echo, talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling.” You looked up at him, worry in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse, “yeah, I’m okay. Let’s just keep going.”

“I’m going to, after I give that shopkeeper a piece of my mind.” You scowled at her stall, which had gathered quite the customer attraction in the past minute or so. Obviously, they hadn’t seen Echo get assaulted.

“No, she could do the same thing to you. Besides, if the security around here didn’t do anything about it, then apparently it’s a normal occurrence.”

“But Echo, that’s wrong!”

“It’s not our planet.”

“But -”

“Hey.” He grabbed your arm and turned you to face him and not the stall. “Hey, I appreciate what you want to do, but there’s nothing we can do now.”

You sighed heavily, seriously contemplating agreeing, then turning around anyway. But there was a look in his eyes that was unfamiliar. You frowned and he blinked and it was gone. You saw it, you know you did, but you couldn’t identify it. “Alright. Let’s hurry, then, and get out of here.”

Quickly, you got the last item on your list and began making for the exit. The last shopkeeper said nothing about the events that transpired with the last stall, which only served to confirm Echo’s theory that it happened often here. You made a mental note to not return to this village if you could help it.

Everything was progressing fine on your way back, and you almost swore that Echo looked like normal before he collapsed to his knees on the cobblestone path about a block from the exit of the main center of the village. His helmet rolled a couple feet away from him.

“Echo!” you cried out, rushing to his side. He shook his head, as if dazed, then flinched as you placed your hands on his upper arm when you tried to help him up. He groaned and you froze, kneeling beside him and looking at his face. There was a rosy coloring in his cheeks and his pupils were wide, almost blown. “Echo?”

He let out a shuddering breath. “I-I don’t feel very well.”

“Can you get back to the ship?” you asked softly. He placed his hand over his face, then shook his head.

“You go back, I’ll just wait here.”

“Echo, I’m not leaving without you.”

“You have to. Go. If you start off now, you should be able to make it before the sun sets.” His voice was very strained and he didn’t move his hand from his face.

“No. I’m not leaving you. Come on.” You helped him up, scooped his helmet off the ground, and led him to the village’s version of a bed and breakfast. You paid for a room and helped Echo up to safety so you could look him over, the room door shutting just behind you.

“You need to lay down so I can examine you,” you said gently.

A tiny whimper escaped his lips and both yours and his eyes widened.

“I-I don’t think that’s necessary,” he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.

You said softly, “Echo, I have to find out what’s going on.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the stuff she blew at me.”

“All the more reason for you to lay down. Armor on the floor and lay. Down.”

You started to dig through your medpack and his armor hit the floor with multiple clunks at slightly hesitant intervals. The bed let out a small protest at his weight as he sat down. You stood up and saw him laying back, but with the leg closest to you up.

“Alright, what is bothering you the most?” you asked as you approached. His cheeks, slightly flushed, darkened. And so was his gaze, you noticed as you got closer.

“I’m not sure you want to know,” he almost whispered, his voice cracking a bit.

“What? Why?”

He paused, looking at you with fear and something else.

“Echo, please,” you said softly.

“That woman’s powder was an aphrodisiac,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut, and he laid his leg down on the bed. The tent in his blacks was prominent.

You blushed. “E-Echo?”

He sat up and started to reach for you, but he stopped himself despite his wide pupils. “I… I understand if you turn tail and leave now.”

You had often imagined going from friendship to a romantic relationship with Echo, but not this fast. An unwanted aphrodisiac, even one at partial strength, could be dangerous to him, and even to you if you stayed. You could help him. You could be there for him. But how could you leave him when this could hurt him? How could you let him suffer?

“I….”

How could you even think about how much you wanted him when he was suffering?

He groaned and the decibel stoked the growing fire in your lower belly. “Mesh’la, save yourself. I don’t know what I’m capable of. And I don’t want you to get hurt in the process.”

You cleared your throat and sputtered, “I-I have to find the antidote.”

“Do you think she has one?” he asked, pushing his head back against the bed, his face screwed up in something you couldn’t identify. Pain? Pleasure? Both?

You sighed, then shook your head. “No, I don’t think she has one.”

“Maybe… maybe it’ll wear off?” he suggested, then gasped loudly.

“Uh, maybe....” I say, the faltering hope in my tone unconvincing.

Both of you knew it wouldn’t be that easy. It could get metabolized by his system, but there was no telling how long it would take, or how life-threatening it could be, especially since he was beginning to sweat and his heartrate was likely climbing if his breathing was any indication.

He arched his back as he tried to get comfortable.

“Echo, let me help you,” you finally whispered.

He finally looked at you, wide-eyed. “Cyar’ika, no. This isn’t right.”

You felt like you had your heart scooped out by a melon baller. He didn’t want you. “Oh. I-I see.”

“No!” he shouted, sitting up. “No, wait, that didn’t come out right! Please, no! I-I-I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, but I’ve never thought you saw me that way, and now… this isn’t the way I wanted to tell you.”

Your heart sped up and joy flooded your veins. You wanted to leap and scream out in victory, but now was the worst time to celebrate your returned affection. “Echo,” you breathed, stepping closer and he looked ready to bolt. “Let me help you. Let me show you how I feel about you by helping.”

He whimpered as you took off your shoulder pads, then your belt. “It’s… it’s wrong….”

It certainly wasn’t maintaining dignity, but this drug in his system was certainly not helping with that. “Would you rather wait it out? See how long it takes to clear from your system? If it clears from your system?”

He shook his head, then his eyes squeezed shut again. This time, the noise he makes is definitely pained.

“Echo, do you trust me?”

He mumbled your name, then sighed and said, “Alright. Please. Please help me!”

“Okay.” You began to strip off your clothes and he whined, watching you, and scrambling to get his off, too. When he stood up, naked and trembling slightly, you paused as you worked to get your socks off. Your eyes drank in his form with a soft gasp. Where his prosthetic legs ended, his delicious thighs began, muscular. The scars and stretch marks stretched up them, breaking through the gorgeous tan skin. He had stretch marks and scars, faded, all over his torso, too. The metallic ports sunken in his skin did nothing to detract from his desirable form, and your eyes roamed the shapely abs and pectorals that heaved with each breath. His biceps, strong, looked like they could hold you against the wall with enough ease. The veins that ran down his left arm were noticeable enough and you bit your lower lip before eyeing up what you saved for last. His length was standing fully and looked almost painful, and his tip was already shining with precum.

He watched you eye him up and you blushed, seeing the blown pupils and the flex of his hand like he was holding back. You stood slowly and his eyes drank in your form, a small whimper spilling out of his lips that made your cheeks warm.

“Are-are you sure you want this, mesh’la?” he asked, his voice a little higher-pitched from the nervousness peeking through the desire.

“Yes. I want to help you, and I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t like you like that.”

“L-like what?” he asked, but you had a feeling he had figured it out by that point. He just wanted you to say it.

“I love you, Echo. I’d do anything for you.”

Whatever held him back inside snapped and he strode across the room and wrapped you firmly in his arms, pushing his lips against yours. It was desperate and hungry, but not painful. He kissed you, open-mouthed, and you returned in fiery favor, feeling the heat of his breath through his nose on your cheek as his hand went from your waist to the swell of your ass and started to press his hips into yours, rolling a little for friction against his hardness. His hand began to squeeze your ass and play with it, including a playful smack. You gasped, then moaned.

“If you let me, next time, I’ll worship you and your body,” he groaned as his lips left open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hand reaching up to hold the back of your neck.

“Oh, Echo,” you moaned, the heat in your core upping itself.

“I’ll do it, I swear to you, but right now I-I can’t hold back.” He continued his assault on your neck, leaving marks, then moving to your collarbone and sucking and biting at it. The hand on your neck moved down to one of your breasts, massaging it and twisting your nipple. His mouth kept at your skin and you hadn’t noticed when, but his hand had moved to your butt, then migrated between your thighs and was starting into your slick from behind. The contact of his calloused fingers and the wetness between your lips almost made you crumble. He began to rut against you as his finger pushed in to the second knuckle and you moaned loudly.

“Oh, mesh’la, did I make you this wet?” he asked, his voice low. It was a tone you didn’t often hear from him. In fact, you didn’t believe you had ever heard it before. It sounded a little dark, and you squeezed your thighs together as best you could, partly trapping his hand at the apex of your thighs.

“Yes. Yes, Echo. Please, Echo, it’s all for you.” You began to babble as he started to walk you both to the bed. He let go of your body just long enough to move his arms to your ass and lift you against his body before throwing you on the bed under him. Your legs splayed open further than when they were against his hips a moment ago and he looked from your eyes to your glistening sex. A growl left his lips and he ran two fingers roughly through your slick to spread over his length. If the feeling of his fingers running over your bundle of nerves wasn’t enough to get a whine from you, the sight of him stroking his length was.

“All for me, huh? Do you think about me this way, mesh’la?” He started to drag his tip through your folds and you looked up from the show to his lust-filled eyes.

“I-I have, but I’ve tried not to.”

“Why?” he asked a bit roughly.

“Because thinking about you that way wasn’t right without you feeling the same.”

He paused, the look in his eyes clouded by guilt. “I’ve been the same.” Then, his eyes changed again, and he spoke in a controlled but strangled tone, “Once I get started here, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

You nodded.

“Words, cyar’ika. Beg me.”

“Yes, Echo, I’m yours! Stars, please!”

He began to push in. “Oh, kriff, you’re so tight,” he moaned. His hand moved from your hip and started to tease your clit. Your moan ripped from your throat and he grinned.

“Oh, Echo,” you groaned, your walls stretching as he pushed at a steady pace. It was a little painful, but as he ran his fingers over your clit, playing with it, you were able to accommodate his size as you grew more aroused. “Oh, stars!”

“Good job, taking me so good. Kriff!”

He finally sunk to the hilt and he moaned loudly. Your walls began to tighten around him again as he manipulated your clit and then ran his fingers up the inside of your hip to grab it. He didn’t say a word as he began to pull out, then push back in. The whines and groans you both made mixed with the slap of sweaty skin and squelching as he thrusted into you, the bed squeaking and creaking. Every ridge and vein prominent against your walls, you could feel the coil in your stomach tighten. Suddenly, he raised your right leg and started to thrust at a different angle, and you knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Come for me, baby. Come right on my cock. Oh, Maker, you feel so good!” he growled.

“Oh, oh kriff,” you groaned, which was no match for the deep and sinful moan he gave you before you yelled, “Echo!”

Your walls clenched, euphoria washing over you, and he rode you through it, his voice cracking as he yelled your name. Your veins filled with stars, your body set alight, and your vision went white for a moment. His thrusts began to get a little sloppy as he chased his own orgasm. Somehow, he was able to form words and ask permission.

“Where?”

“Inside?”

“Oh, you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Kark!” he swore as his hips faltered and his cock twitched. His breathing came in quick gasps while he came, still thrusting, then he almost collapsed on top of you. You kissed his sweaty forehead that was near your face and he chuckled breathlessly. After a couple seconds, he pushed himself up and went to pull out, but you stopped him.

“Leave it there, it’s okay.”

He chuckled again, then moved to your side, your legs still around his hips, laying down beside you as you turned to look at him. The shifting of his softening cock inside you felt overstimulating and arousing, but you tried to ignore it.

Something from earlier stuck out to you, but you pushed it away. He hadn’t said he loved you back.

His eyes roamed your face, finally clear of the lust, but lit by his smile. “You’re so gorgeous.” His hand reached around your face and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. The touch felt so nice, but was tainted by your realization. Was he just trying to be nice?

He went to kiss you, but you resisted and he pulled back, frowning. “Cyar’ika?”

“Am I?”

“What do you mean?” He pulled his softening cock out of you and you shuddered at the loss, the drag on your walls feeling good and you had to hold back a moan.

“Am I your sweetheart? Or is this only a one-time thing?” you asked quietly.

“Wait, I-”

“Because I love you, Echo. And I didn’t say it to convince you earlier. I truly love you. But I’ll back off if you don’t.” You sat up and started to stand. Your legs felt like jelly.

“Cyare, wait.” His voice cracked.

You turned around to look at him, and he got up from the crumpled comforter.

“Sweetheart, I do love you! You’re so kind to me and beautiful and smart. We’ve been through so much together. And I realized months ago that I was falling in love with you. I just didn’t… I didn’t want to scare you off.” He held out his hand for yours and you slowly placed your hand in his. He brought you closer and wrapped his scomp around your back. “I’m in love with you, cyare. I’m sorry it took me this long to admit it.”

You rested your forehead in the dip of his neck. “I love you, Echo. You mean everything to me.”

“And I love you, too.” He kissed the top of your head and you could have stood there forever if you hadn’t felt a little drip from your core. You clenched your thighs together.

You chuckled, a little embarrassed. “I, uh, hate to break the moment, but I need to clean up.”

He grinned, a little of that lust darkening his eyes again. “Can I help?”

You smirked, then trailed a finger up his chest. “Maybe, but it might get me aroused depending on how you do it.”

You felt him begin to harden against you again. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

You squeaked in surprise. “N-no.”

“Are you sure? Because that didn’t sound sure.” He began to nibble on your ear, his voice deep and seductive again.

A gasp escaped your mouth. “A-are you still under the influence of that powder?”

He shook his head, lips starting to ghost over yours. “No, cyar’ika. I’m thinking pretty clearly, now. And I’m thinking I need to worship you like you deserve.”

You murmured against his lips, “Well, Corporal Echo, I’m all yours.”

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[nevereclipse]

Harvey Specter – Clothing + Costume Design in Suits

So, a couple days ago, I made a post about this essay, and I've gotten a lot of requests to drop it, so... here it is.

Please be aware, this is decidedly NOT edited.

Harvey Specter is a pivotal character in the 2011 legal drama Suits. He often describes himself as the “best closer in [New York]” and is Jessica Pearson’s (the managing partner of Pearson Hardman, as of the Pilot episode) right hand man. During the shows Pilot, he is promoted from Junior Partner to Senior Partner, causing him to hire Mike Ross, a young, fraudulent attorney as his associate, creating the overarching plot of the show. Throughout the show, particularly in earlier seasons, Harvey is shown to be unfeeling and cold, constantly preaching about how he has no emotions, and, “…doesn’t care about [his] clients.” However, as the show progresses and his character develops, it’s eventually shown that he does care deeply about, “…the people [he] works with… the people [he] works for and… every one of [his] clients.” (As described by Jessica Pearson, during the Season 2 mock trial.)

In the early episodes of the show, Harvey frequently lectures Mike about the importance of dressing well and maintaining a respectable appearance. He insists that Mike buys some new suits before he begins working with Harvey at Pearson Hardman, saying that, “…people respond to the way [they] are dressed,” and that it is therefore important for them to always be dressed well. When Mike says that this suggests Harvey cares about him, he denies it, saying that Mike is simply a reflection of Harvey, and he, “…absolutely [cares] about [himself.]” Due to Harvey’s relentless pushing, Mike eventually gives in and buys new suits. However, the important of clothing in the show, is far from over, particularly in relation to Harvey’s character. Throughout the shows nine seasons, clothing is used to show Harvey’s relationships and emotional connections with other characters. This is demonstrated through how casual his clothing is, how ‘professional’ his attire, even down to the colour of his clothing. This is particularly obvious when looking at the characters of Zoe Lawford, Dana “Scottie” Scott, Dr Paula Agard, Mike Ross, and Donna Paulsen.

Zoe Lawford:

Zoe Lawford was Harvey’s first main love interest in the show. She worked at Pearson Hardman while Harvey was still and associate, where she worked in escrow and tax law. The pair developed feelings for each other, but ultimately nothing came of the relationship. However, in season 2 of Suits, Zoe is reintroduced as outside council during the Tanner lawsuit. Harvey convinces Jessica to hire her, despite Jessica being initially against the idea. As Zoe is Harvey’s first serious love interest, she is also one of the earliest examples of Harvey letting down his walls and showing emotionally vulnerability. Zoe’s character introduction takes place at a bar, during episode 7 of season 2. She and Harvey are playing pool together at said bar. During this scene, Harvey tries to recruit Zoe to come represent Pearson Hardman in the Tanner suit. Harvey is shown to be wearing a black crew neck top and dark jeans. This reveals the fact that Harvey already has an emotional connection with Zoe, due to their extensive romantic history. Both the casual attire and the dark/black colouring of Harvey’s outfit highlights the fact that he trusts Zoe. Additionally, Harvey is seeking Zoe out in a time of vulnerability, as he needs help with the Tanner suit, making the lack of a suit (Harvey’s ‘armour’) particularly important.

 Later in the season, Harvey and Zoe go on two dates. On the first date, Harvey arrives at Zoe’s apartment wearing a black suit jacket, and a button up shirt. However, unlike his usual formal attire, he isn’t wearing a tie, and the first few buttons are undone. This creates a more casual outfit, demonstrating Harvey’s trust in Zoe, and how he feels comfortable being more ‘relaxed’ around her. This is the first time that Harvey and Zoe sleep together, which is a major step for their relationship, as Harvey had been angling to sleep with her since she worked at the firm years ago. On this date, Harvey also meets Zoe’s niece, and ends up spending a significant amount of time with her in the evening. While this was an emotionally significant moment for Harvey, it is not the most important event in his relationship with Zoe, which is highlighted by the contrast in Harvey’s outfit between this date and his attempted second one.

Only a few days after their first date, Harvey once again shows up at Zoe’s apartment. This date, however, does not end as successfully as the last one. Harvey arrives with the intention of taking Zoe away on a weekend trip to his cabin in the Berkshires, however, she rejects him. Her brother is dying of cancer, and she must take over care of his kid, whom Harvey met on their previous date. Unfortunately, due to this, the relationship doesn’t progress past this. During this interaction, Harvey is once again wearing a partially undone button up shirt, however this one is made of a dark grey linen. He is also wearing an open black jacket, made of what looks like denim. This outfit is remarkably similar to the one he wore on the last date with the main difference being that it’s made of different materials. This reveals how, while both events are significant to Harvey and Zoe’s relationship, this one has a larger effect on Harvey himself. The outfit also highlights the lack of boundaries Harvey is setting between himself and Zoe and is showing the trust he is putting in her. Furthermore, Zoe’s rejection is an emotionally charged moment which upsets Harvey immensely. His clothing choices are used to show his emotional connection to Zoe, and further highlight the vulnerability his is showing by both engaging with her niece, and inviting her to go away with him, which ultimately ends in heartbreak.

Dana “Scottie” Scott:

 Dana “Scottie” Scott is Harvey’s next significant love interest. While she is introduced prior to Zoe, she doesn’t become a major interest until season 3. Scottie and Harvey were in the same class at Harvard Law where Harvey was 5th in his class, and Scottie was 1st. Due to this, throughout the show, they have an intense rivalry. Whenever the pair are working on the same suit, they have a rivals-with-benefits arrangement, something that started while they were still at Harvard. Scottie’s character is introduced in season 1, where she is the opposing council on a merger Harvey is working on. During her introduction, Harvey is seen to be wearing a black suit jacket, which is buttoned up. The black jacket indicates that he and Scottie have some history, and that there is already an emotional connection between them. However, the buttoned-up jacket can be considered a physical representation of Harvey’s refusal to emotionally open up to Scottie and keep their relationship purely physical and professional.

Scottie has been in love with Harvey since they were in law school together, something Harvey only realizes when Donna Paulsen, his secretary, outright tells him. When Scottie is reintroduced in Season 3, during the Pearson Darby merger, it is as a major love interest. When the Pearson Darby merger is dissolved, and replaced by Pearson Specter, Scottie is set to return to London, where she worked previously. However, Harvey, having realized and accepted that his is interested in her in a romantic way, as opposed to just physically, tries to get her to stay in Manhattan and work for him at Pearson Specter. He tells Scottie that, “…[he] wants [her] in [his] life,” and all but begs her to stay with him. During this pivotal conversation, Harvey is wearing a partially unbuttoned shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. It also takes place in his kitchen, adding another layer of emotional intimacy. The fact that Harvey is still in ‘professional’ attire further emphasizes how he, while breaking down some of his walls for Scottie, is still barricading himself to a degree. Nevertheless, this is still an important moment for Scottie and Harvey’s relationship and shows Harvey in a very emotionally vulnerable position.

Further into the relationship, Scottie and Harvey start having issues, because Harvey isn’t opening up to Scottie emotionally (a common theme in his relationships) and isn’t telling her the things she wants to know. During a particularly emotional moment, Scottie begs Harvey to start opening up to her, telling him that, “…[they] need to start being honest with each other,” and telling each other everything. Despite his protests, and the fact that he can’t tell Scottie about Mike’s fraud, Harvey promises that he will start opening up emotionally, and being honest with Scottie. During this encounter, Harvey is wearing a simple grey tee shirt. This is easily the most casual outfit Harvey is shown in for the entirety of season 3, which demonstrates how this is an incredibly important moment in Harvey and Scotties relationship.

Eventually, however, Scottie and Harvey’s relationship comes to an emotionally devastating end. Scottie, refusing to continue to be with Harvey when he is hiding things from her and not opening up to her, decides to leave both Harvey and Pearson Specter. Harvey, while knowing he won’t be able to change her mind, decides to tell her the truth about Mike, as his secret has been a key factor in the failure of Scottie and Harvey’s relationship. During this scene, Harvey is wearing a black suit and tie, with the jacket buttoned up. Black, being the colour of emotional intimacy in Harvey’s wardrobe, showcases how he is trying to tell Scottie the truth in a last-ditch attempt to get her to stay. He even goes to far as to tell her that he’s, “…tired of lying to the people [he loves].” Similarly, when Harvey talks to Scottie for the first time after their breakup for the first time, he is wearing practically the same suit. This highlights how his interaction with Scottie is emotionally charged, and Harvey is particularly vulnerable, as he is coming to Scottie to desperately request her help.

Dr Paula Agard:

Dr Paula Agard is both Harvey’s therapist during season 5, and his primary love interest in season 7. Harvey initially starts seeing her when he begins having panic attacks after Donna leaves his desk to go and work for Louis. She is prominently featured during season 5 as a clinical psychiatrist and talk therapist, and later returned to the show as a love interest in season 7. While she is ultimately helpful to helping Harvey overcome his panic attacks, and is a significant factor in his reconciliation with his mother, he ultimately stopped seeing her during season 6, presumably due to Mike’s trial and prison sentence.

The first time Paula is introduced is also one of the first times Harvey is shown to have a panic attack. After speaking with Donna, and all but receiving confirmation that she wouldn’t be leaving Louis and returning to him, he has a panic attack. Interspersed throughout this attack, are scenes of Harvey and Paula discussing it, and talking about what exactly caused it. During this scene, Harvey is being very open with Paula as he described the attack. He relates it to, “…feeling like [he] was under water,” and that he, “…couldn’t breathe,” and, “…couldn’t think.” As he discusses this, Harvey is wearing a dark black three-piece suit. The dark black represents Harvey’s emotional connection to Paula, which, when paired with the unbuttoned/open suit jacket, demonstrates how he is willing to open up emotionally to her. While there are more occasions of this occurring during Harvey’s time as a patient of Dr. Agard’s, I am going to focus further on his romantic relationship with her in season 7.

 The season 7 opening shows Harvey arriving at Paula’s house in an expensive car and asking her out on a date. While Paula is originally opposed to the idea, Harvey manages to convince her. He gives her a massive speech about how he has changed – he’s, “…reconnected with [his] mum… gotten [his] old associate back, and… became Managing Partner of [his] firm.” This speech is an important moment in their relationship, as it shows Paula how Harvey has emotionally matured since they last met, and that he is willing to be vulnerable around her, something he struggled with in his past two significant relationships. Whilst this is happening, Harvey again wears a black suit, further showcasing the use of black to show emotional vulnerability and trust in Harvey’s relationships.

Additionally, Paula is the first of Harvey’s romantic partners who he introduces to his mother. After his reconciliation with his mother, Harvey invites her to join him and Paula for dinner. This is an incredibly important moment for Harvey, as we are led to believe that Paula is the only romantic partner so far that Harvey has introduced to his mother. In this scene, Harvey once again wears a black suit, one that is immensely similar to the suit he wears when he breaks things off with Paula only a week or so later. Both suits have both black jackets and ties. The most significant difference between the suits, is that while at dinner, Harvey leaves his suit jacket unbuttoned, indicating that he is opening himself up to both Paula and his mother. Contrastingly, when Harvey breaks up with Paula, his jacket is buttoned up, showing that, through ending their relationship, he is closing himself off from her in any emotional or intimate capacity.

Finally, between these moments, Paula confronts Harvey about his relationship with Donna. During the dinner, Harvey’s mother thanked Paula for being the ultimate reason that Harvey chose reconciliation with her, not realizing that it was actually Donna who caused this. Due to her own traumas from past relationships, Paula confronted Harvey about this, and told him that he would need to choose between having her in his life, or having Donna. This conversation takes place almost directly after the dinner with Harvey’s mother. Harvey, interestingly, is the one who initiates this conversation, wishing to reassure Paula of the fact that, “… [she was] the special woman in [his] life now.” During this scene, Harvey has changed out of his black suit into a simple black sleep shirt. This shirt is remarkably similar to the one he wears during his ‘honesty conversation’ with Scottie, although this shirt is darker. Again, it represents how he is laying himself completely bare for Paula, and opening himself up to her emotionally in a way that he wouldn’t usually.

Mike Ross:

Mike Ross, a character almost as pivotal as Harvey himself. The premise of the entire show relies on Harvey and Mike’s relationship, and immediate connection with each other. Without their connection, Harvey would never have hired Mike whilst knowing he was a fraud, and there would be no show. While the pair never have an explicitly stated romance, they clearly share an extremely deep emotional connection, which could easily be seen as romantic. The first time Mike and Harvey meet, during the Pilot episode, Harvey is seen to be wearing a black suit. It’s extremely uncommon for Harvey to be wearing black when he first meets a character, as it is usually used to show his emotional connection to that person. This only serves to highlight the immediate and vital connection that Mike and Harvey have, which is drastically important to the show’s existence.

A significant moment in Mike and Harvey's relationship is when Harvey goes to Mike's apartment after his grandmother dies. The pair proceeds to get high together, and Harvey opens up to Mike about his childhood, and his relationship with his mother. This is a massive step for Harvey, as he usually is very secretive about his childhood, especially in regard to his mother and her infidelity. In this moment, Harvey is wearing a black suit jacket and a grey tie. The black jacket is unbuttoned and sitting open, representing Harvey’s openness and willingness to share personal information with Mike. Additionally, his tie is pulled loose, a noticeable difference to how put-together he usually is. Wearing or being seen in casual clothing, or simply taking off the ‘armor’ of his suits, is a significant indicator that Harvey has an emotional connection with someone and that he trusts them. Harvey’s unbuttoned jacket and undone tie reveal the deep trust that he has in Mike, even at such an early stage in their relationship.

During their time working together, Harvey and Mike fight frequently. Perhaps the most significant fight they have is when Mike ‘betrays’ Harvey after Jessica blackmails him. This ends with Harvey firing Mike, and all but saying that he’s dead to him. After this fight, Mike confronts Harvey in the lobby of Pearson Hardman. Harvey yells at Mike, expressing his hurt and betrayal as he tells him that he should’ve come to him about the threat. He declares that if anyone, “…comes at [him] with any threat at all,” he should tell Harvey, because “…that’s what goddamn loyalty is.” During this confrontation, Harvey is wearing a black suit jacket and tie. The jacket is buttoned up, effectively barricading Harvey from being emotionally vulnerable, or trusting of Mike. However, the dark colour suggests that there is still an emotional connection there, and that this is an important moment for both Harvey, and his relationship with Mike. Similarly, when Mike tells Harvey he’s leaving him to go work for Jonathan Sidwell, Harvey is wearing an almost identical suit. Harvey is visibly upset by this news, and the buttoned-up suit jacket can be seen as a physical representation of his attempt to ignore the pain he is in, due to Mike’s leaving. Additionally, during the entire showtime where Mike works at Sidwell Investment Group, Harvey isn't seen in casual clothes, a clear representation of the damage done to their relationship when Mike leaves Pearson Specter.

After finding out that Rachel cheated on him, Mike went to Harvey’s condo, seeking comfort. When Mike shows up, Harvey is wearing an untucked, partially unbuttoned shirt, and black trousers. The casual outfit demonstrates the connection between Mike and Harvey, as Harvey is the person Mike immediately went to when he needed support. Harvey is obviously trying to help Mike, and he uses their emotional connection to do so, which is shown through his clothing. Additionally, the next day, when Harvey is comforting Mike, and giving him advice on how to deal with the Rachel situation, he wears a black tie. During this scene, Harvey suggests that Mike goes home to Rachel, essentially closing himself off slightly from Mike, hence the grey suit. However, he ensures Mike that he can stay with him for longer if he needs, showing that he still wishes to help and comfort Mike, hence the dark black tie.

Mike going to prison is one of the most emotionally devastating things to happen to Harvey in the shows duration. During Mike's trial and the time he spent in jail, Harvey started having panic attacks again, something he had only been having while Donna had been working at Louis's desk. Mike's arrest sends Harvey into a desperate spiral of trying to keep him out of prison, and he is devastated when he realizes he 'failed' to do so, after Mike sacrificed himself. During one scene, Harvey tells Donna that Mike going to prison is, "…all [his] goddamn fault." As he speaks, he is in near tears and obviously distressed. In that moment, he is wearing a dark, unbuttoned black suit jacket, showing the emotional connection he has with both Mike and Donna. His shirt is also partially unbuttoned, which, paired with the unbuttoned jacket, demonstrates how he is opening himself up to the devastating emotions he's feeling in response to Mike's trip to prison. Finally, both Harvey's suits when he takes Mike to prison, and when he gets out, are all black, worn buttoned up to shield himself from the pain of losing what is probably the most important person in his life.

Donna Paulsen:

Donna Paulsen is Harvey’s final love interest. The pair met when Harvey was still working at the DA’s office, and Donna was still an aspiring actress. She quickly became one of the people Harvey trusted most, and has had a significant effect on his life, whether that be by simply helping him understand his emotions, or by urging him to reconnect with his mother. Harvey has gone so far as to say that he, “…can’t be [himself] without [her],” and refused to return to Gordon, Shmidt and Van Dyke (as it was known then) without Donna joining him. The pair has many ups and downs throughout the show, including Donna leaving Harvey to go work for Louis, Donna watching Harvey flit through lovers and partners and countless times where one has put themselves on the line for the other.

Throughout their time together at the DAs office, it is no secret that Harvey and Donna constantly flirt. Despite this, Donna refuses Harvey’s attempts to progress their relationship past flirting, due to the fact that she won’t sleep with someone she works with. Even later in the show, Donna tells Rachel Zane that once you cross that boundary, “…you can never go back.” However, in the brief moment between when Harvey leaves the DAs office and returns to Gordon, Shmidt and Van Dyke, he and Donna do sleep together. Harvey shows up to Donna’s apartment wearing with a white, partially unbuttoned shirt (with black pinstripes – noticeably very similar to the suit he wears in the Pilot) and a black suit jacket. While, for Harvey, “a serial womanizer” sex isn’t necessarily an emotional thing, it is still an important step in his relationship with Donna, one that he finds it near impossible to come back from.

When Donna returns to work for Harvey at Gordon, Schmidt, and Van Dyke, they vow that what happened “that night” can never happen again. However, Harvey never truly recovers from his feelings for Donna, only falling for her deeper. After a scare where Donna almost ended up in jail, she and Harvey spend time at her apartment together. Harvey opens up to Donna about how he doesn’t care if anyone loses faith in him, but, “…with [her] it’s different.” Right before he leaves, he tells Donna that he loves her. This is one of the few times in the show that Harvey has explicitly stated to a love interest that he loves them. While this is happening, Harvey is wearing a black three-piece suit, however, the suit jacket is removed, leaving only the vest and tie. Interestingly, for that entire episode, Harvey is shown almost exclusively in black, or mostly black suits. This is a clear demonstration of Harvey’s emotional connection with Donna, and how much he values having her in his life. Interestingly, in the scene where Harvey confesses his love for Donna, she is also wearing all black, in the same fashion as Harvey. This further demonstrates that the pair have an unbreakable bond, and that their emotional connection is reflected and shared equally.

However, due to his unwillingness to commit, Donna essentially rebuts Harvey, and leaves his desk to go work as Louis’s secretary. This triggers Harvey to start having panic attacks (and eventually see a psychiatrist) and leaves him feeling incredibly betrayed. During the moment where Donna informs Harvey of her decision to leave his desk, Harvey again wears an all-black suit, including a black pocket square. While at the start of the scene, Harvey is open and receptive to Donna, shown through his suit jacket being unbuttoned, when she tells him that she’s leaving him, he quickly fastens the jacket, highlighting his immediate desire to close himself off to her, because of this perceived “betrayal.”

Interestingly, the night Harvey finally makes the decision to commit himself to Donna, permanently, he isn’t wearing all black, instead he wears a dark grey suit with only a black tie. While his suit jacket is still unbuttoned (and he doesn’t stay in the suit for long) it is interesting to note the change in his attire, as opposed to how his connection to Donna is usually shown.

Throughout the duration of Suits, Harvey Specter has many relationships, both professional, romantic, and platonic. Many of these relationships overlap, progressing from one, to another, back to something else. However, the common denominator of these relationships, is that Harvey struggles to express himself emotionally. He even goes so far as to describe himself as “…emotionally unavailable,” even as early as season 2. Where Harvey cannot express how much he values, trusts or cares about a character, his clothing, the colouring of his suits, and how casual his outfits are, express this for him, time and time again. While there are examples of this with almost every character whom Harvey is close to, it is most clearly shown through Zoe, Scottie, Paula, Mike, and Donna.

*mic drop*

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Eighteen

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking, online bullying.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol. - I've been fighting with tumblr... its been a day, so this one has a backwards title lol

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Ricky was thankful that they left him alone to make the video, and basically, it involved him just talking at the camera, painfully, so much coming out, pain, the worst was actually the joy because the good memories were tainted even more when he had to remind himself exactly what Grace had done to him time and time again, during the video. To remind his followers, his fans, what she’d done, how she’d ripped not only him open, but, Talia too.

Fuck.

Talia. Sitting there while he was in the middle of the video, realising that Talia had said that she’d known the whole time. She’d known since she was eighteen, and holy shit…

Yeah, he caught that moment on camera, that fucking Eureka moment, and you know that saying about how it looks like it must have hurt to be struck like lightning.

Well, it damns well hurt to realise how much of a damn asshole he was. Talia could have slapped him right across the face and slapped him six ways to Sunday, and it wouldn’t have hurt worse to realise he had treated her so badly already, pretty much just used her like that at the party and what? Walked away like the was nothing. Like a fucking asshole. Shit. Sure he’d told himself she’d wanted it, and she had, he’d felt it, but he’d known how she felt, and he’d used that, hadn’t he? And now what?

It wasn’t as if they were going to be together.

Ricky was so fucked up right now, he was in no place to be with anyone.

She was better off without him.

Hell. He’d seen her with Chris. They’d been talking, smiling, laughing… They’d been having fun... Maybe she should date him. They could be great together, he was sure. It wouldn’t be the first time Chris and him had joked about falling for the same girl. Never mind that just the thought then had his soulmate tattoo surging painfully something white-hot like he’d been branded with a poker right from his fireplace,

“Fuck!”

His hand flew to his neck, shit shit shit, fine, fuck, he got it, no trying to set her up and help her be happy with Chris, shit. Dammit. He couldn’t even try to be a good soulmate and help her be happy in a different way, fuck, what the hell was wrong with him. It wasn’t like he even wanted her!

This time the sting to his tattoo wasn’t as severe, and it was more along the lines of a twinge, he didn’t even flinch, he barely rolled his eyes as he clicked his mouse and continued to edit the video. It was going to take time before he could post it. He could have done a live, but Rick was determined to get this right, and he had a feeling if he did a live that it would be too easy to refute the facts. No, this was going to be a permanent addition to his page, he wasn’t going to give Grace even one inch of leverage to say he hadn’t been honest. It was going to be there for EVERYONE to see, and no one, no one is going to be able to say it was edited when anyone that had watched had screen-recorded it.

It was going to be released just as he posted it.

Hearing a knock at his office door,

“Yeah?”

He knew who it was, or at least, who it could be, Chris, Vin, he doubted it would be Ava or Talia, they were all out there, probably even Ichabod, and some of the other guys. They’d all relocated to Rick’s, much to his dismay. Not because they were all here, he was actually glad for the company here, but that they were here. It had actually left a dark pit in his stomach to come back here to make the video, but all his equipment to video and edit was here, so it was the most rational thing to do. He could have borrowed Vin’s gear, but it was always different using someone else's gear, and Rick knew from one look Vin expected him to argue about using his own, so, he did. Even if the moment he walked into his house, he didn’t feel right.

As the door opened, he glanced from his computer screen from his editing program to see who it was, and then right back to the computer.

Talia. It was Talia.

Fuck.

“Are you okay?”

Ricky glared harder at the screen,

“No.”

Talia swallowed at the doorway, seeing the way his brow furrowed, she could see something was wrong from the moment it was agreed that it was best if Rick came back here to do the video. They’d come back to support him, still trying to give him space enough, though. Vin hadn’t wanted to leave Ricky to deal with this all alone, but at the same time, they knew this video was something he had to make on his own, so they were here for moral support but distanced enough not to bug him. Chris had come, and some of the guys on the team in town, it was good to see them all there to support him with Grace going crazy, but it worried her that they knew they had to.

“I was about to make some coffee, would you like some.”

She didn’t think it was this video that was the only problem for Rick, and when she started feeling pain in her neck again, she’d decided to come to check on him, so, here she was…

“Yes, please.. Bla-.”

“I already know, Vin told me.”

Rick stared at the door, it was closed before he could even finish telling her how he liked his coffee, of course, Vin had told her, but even more, that she’d asked, and already had it either memorised or had asked just before coming up here in preparation for asking in the first place. He wasn’t sure which bothered him more, her preparing to be nice, or caring enough to memorise his coffee order before. Both had his hands gripping before him, breathe, he needed to breathe and finish this video. Why did she have to affect him as much as she did?

As he worked on the video, his mind kept drifting to Talia, comparing Grace to her, he didn’t mean to, but he was, trying to focus was difficult. It wasn’t made any easier that the phone kept going off. Shit, why the fuck hasn’t he turned his notifications off already. Picking his phone and altering his settings for the time being, he does just that, he has had enough of it. It wasn’t long before Talia was coming back in and was setting a cup of coffee on his desk, and she was staring for a moment at the screen, a shot of the video staring at them. It was basically just his face, the video was of him talking to the camera, nothing more. He looked worn and tired, nothing good could be said about the screen cap staring up at them.

“Did you want to say anything?”

He asked carefully,

“What?”

Talia was standing behind him as he sat at his desk chair, and he spun in the chair to half-face her,

“She didn’t just do this to me, she did it to you too. She planned everything she did.”

For a moment, as he looked at her, it seemed she was thinking about when he was suggesting, until Talia’s eyes narrowed as she regarded him sceptically.

“You haven’t wanted to talk to me properly about any of how I felt about being your soulmate, any of my story, any of it, as a normal person, and you expect me to pour my heart out to your fans, to help you because of your psychotic stalker? I think I’m reliving the trauma enough than doing it publicly.”

Taking in a shaky breath, she turned to go, Ricky stood from his chair, this just reminded him about what Ava had said to him at the party, and this time, this time he asked.

“Talia, wait, what do you mean, your trauma?”

She glanced back at him,

“Do you think your fans are the first ones to call me insane for thinking you're my soulmate? No, that was most of my friends, my family, almost everyone in my life laughed in my face when I realised it was you. Thought I was ridiculous. Who really has a famous soulmate out there, really?”

Ricky frowned as she shook her head.

“Not even my parents believed me. My dad? He tried to have me committed to a specialised facility once for people who have soulmate-specific delusions, and that is when I decided to move in with Ava. I haven’t had much contact with my family since, as you can imagine, most of them would believe Grace in a heartbeat. Poor, poor, Grace, I came in, and destroyed her life with my psychotic obsessive delusion.”

Talia’s hands were as she wrung them in front of her, Rick stepped towards her, but she just shook her head taking a step backwards towards the door,

“No, I-”

“Talia, I’m so sorry-”

She swallowed heavily as Ricky’s computer made a ping sound, and he glanced back towards it,

“You should get back to that. That’s important.”

And before he could even get the words out that she was more important, the thought popped into his head before he even realised he would care, and maybe he did, a bit, because, why the fuck wouldn’t he? She was already out the door, closing it behind her.

Rick collapsed to his chair.

He was such a fucking asshole.

Even more of one than he had already realised he was before. Shit shit shit.

He hated this.

Fuck.

He hated feeling like this.

Everything was making him feel sick, and he didn’t know what to do.

He hated everything.

He hated that he couldn’t even have a conversation with his own soulmate without either driving her away or not wanting to be bothered and walking away himself, one or the other. Depended on the day.

He hated that he couldn’t sit in his own house and feel safe anymore. Upgrading his security had done nothing. Ever since he came back to find Grace still here it felt like the one safe space he thought he had had been invaded, she’d taken it from him. He’d even run off to Vinny’s today and look what the hell had happened there.

Grace had destroyed their whole day, plain and simple. He couldn’t beg to stay here because one, not only was it pathetic, and he was a grown man who had just upgraded security, but two, he could bet Talia was probably staying in the room he usually crashed in, the nights when they all hung out, and maybe partied a bit too hard and driving home wasn’t always the best idea, it happened.

He hated.. He hated.. He just.. God..

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Staring at the computer screen, Ricky reached for his mouse, he needed to finish his video. It wouldn’t fix everything, he knows it won’t, but maybe, just maybe, it would at least help limit some of the damage when it came to what was being done to Talia and Ava.

He was so tired. He hadn’t told any of the others he was barely sleeping, how could he?

Talia made her way downstairs, she could tell that Ricky wasn’t doing any better than she was, rubbing her neck, the pain from before she went up there hadn’t come back at least, and that was good. That made her feel better. Sighing, maybe that was promising.

Chris looked up as she came back into the lounge, most of them all had fresh cups of coffee now, considering she’d just made them all, she’d been fidgeting and needed something to do, so she’d gotten up to make them.

“How's he doing?”

Shaking her head,

“Not great, still working on the video.”

No, she wasn’t going to tell him about what she said, or about Ricky’s offer to include her story, she doubted he’d understand why didn’t want to include it, Ava might. Sure she could just include the parts about backing off and not wanting to meet Rick, but that wasn’t that bag, except, it was, she’d taken the moment she probably should have first met Ricky from them.

Chris shook his head,

“I should have seen this coming, I mean, ever since Grace was here waiting for him after we got back from the tour..”

Talia and Ava both looked at Chris like he’d grown a second head..

“What?!”

Vinny, sitting next to Ava tried to assure his girlfriend with his hand gently on her arm.

“Oh, don’t worry, babe, he’s upgraded security, it’s okay..”

Ava quickly shook her head..

“Oh hell no, she used to live here too, right?.. Yeah, no.. I wouldn’t feel safe here, especially with her targeting him right now, nope, nope, not at all. Stalker alert, just no. He lives here alone, just, no.”

Talia just sat there quietly looking pale as the guys all shared a look, come on, but then, Grace had been waiting there for him. Just like, she seemed to have been waiting for him to announce they had broken up to do this.

Shit.

She was right.

“Soon as the video is finished, I’ll get him to pack a bag, he can stay with me at my place for a while, till we can sort some shit out.”

Chris wasn’t going to let this keep going.

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Okay, here comes a post I wanted to do for a long long while and I summon all the fellow Walter enjoyers for this.

In the last 2 years I've rewatched and reread Hellsing several times and I have to admit I love to analyse stuff. So naturally a lot of questions popped into my mind regarding my fav character.

But one question stood out in particular: What the fuck is Walter? Yes, you've read this right..what..not who!

Yes, there is a theory in the fandom I think not many people know of or even care for, which actually makes a lot of sense. It's clear he his human (except at the end of the main story) but I think I speak for us all that his abilities are way over the top for a mere human. Some peple will probably know where this is going..but before I start explaining, I just want to clarify I will cite and take references and informations from several fan translations, fansubs and the official German translation of the manga. I just started to collect the new edition of the English one, so I can't properly refer to them but please feel free to fill me in with the old English version if there are drastic differences in context.

With this said..let's go trough what we know about Walter step by step:

We will start chronological with his youngest persona we saw: Young Walter or how the Japanese like to call him; Sholter.

So in The Dawn we get a throwback to a 14-year old Walter, who get's send on the mission to fight the Nazis in Warsaw in 1944. At the round table he gets praised by Arthur as the "strongest human of their existing militants".

So this clears Walter is in fact human and not something else, and also Hellsing's top figther. Alucard doesn't count here since he is a vampire and the secret special weapon.

We learn from Alucard that he officially must have met Walter when he was just mere 9 years old. Citing Girlycard here:

Hellsing's main story plays in 1999 and Walter is 69 at this point...that's simple math.

And this actually makes sense. When Girlycard and Walter get sent to Warsaw you can tell they already know each other. I won't dive deep into their dynamic here because I plan to do a seperate post for this, but I think the most notable moment to make that point clear is when Walter insults and questions "Bastard. Where's your shape?".

Or how it got translated in one fansub:

While Walter asks this, Alucard is already manifesting as Girlycard, stating "the form I take means nothing to me". So it's pretty safe to say Walter knows about the usual red coat man form and the vampire's ability to transform. Overall The Dawn gives vibes that they both already have fought alongside for a while.

I think this is enough to estabilish they met when Walter was 9 years old. Meaning they probably worked together for 5 years to this point...or at least Walter dealing with Alucard's shenanigans.🤭

This rises the question...how the hell does a 9-year-old end up in such an organization?

We don't know where Walter comes from..where he is born..who his parents are..Nothing!

It's a big mysterium, which I find rather odd since he is one of the most important characters in the main story and even the main character next to Girlycard in The Dawn.

But this actually fuels the fire of curiosity in me.

So let's take a turn here and talk about his abilities: We don't know how his wires work or what they actually are, but I will mention my idea with the final conclusion later on. So for now we ignore this part and just look at some examples of his bodily capabilities.

He is stronger than the average human:

Walter drags Alucard's coffin with one hand like it's an empty cardboard box.

Since Alucard canonically can weight basically nothing and rests in no particular shape in there (that's why he later emerged as black wobbling mass which first has to manifest into Girlycard), I just can point to the weight of a coffin for an adult.

This is the first data which shows up if you google it:

Also Alucard is canonically 6'6" (198cm) tall. Abraham staked him while he was more or less laying in the coffin...

...so it's not impossible the coffin even is oversized and weights more. I mean:

It's quite big, but not the most relatable source since Hirano fucks up with details a lot of times. lol

Walter then even kicks the coffin out of the plane with a simple kick.

Speaking of kicking; we also saw Walter kicking a knife.

You not only need a good control over your body to kick a knife from the table up and forwards, but look at the force he does this with. Animated it looked even more easy peasy for him to do so and the full force gets more clear if you see how fast the knife maneuvered to the Major. There is also quite the distance between them and the Captain catches the knife when it got pretty close to it's intended target.

Then he breaks the table in two parts with just one mere kick.

And even with 69 he still got a force in his legs which is astounding.

We saw how he kicked Jan against the wall for a brief second. And again animated it's even more impressive, when you can see and hear how Jan smashes against the wall.

And not to forget he could lift out the Harkonnen I for Seras like no biggie.

Just to paint the picture more clearly: The Jackal for Alucard alone weigthed 16kg and he handled it with it's case like it was nothing.

He is very swift, flexible and quick in reacting:

When Jan jumped over him and tried to run, he didn't take long to react to that despite being baffled by the enemies actions.

Or before that scene when he and Seras crawled trough the vents to get to the round table, where it seems that there is difference between OVA and manga.

In the manga it seems Walter crawls out with the legs first and landing gracefully on his feet (and luckily not on Seras):

Seras on the other hand....we still love you, silly police girl. In the OVA Walter emerges face first from the vent and catches his weight with his hands...

...just to push himself in the air again to regain his stance.

I can't stress enough that he is 69 here! So when he is capable to quickly move and react in such an age, it's no wonder young Walter did stunts like jumping out of a plane without a parachute and crashing through a window.

He is incredibly sturdy:

The most unflattering panel of Walter ever shows us with what force the Captain was punching the teen.

Like holy shit...that must have hurt. I can imagine this blow is the reason for his monocle later on.

Then he took a blow to the guts....

...and one in the back.

Ignoring that every anime/manga character has at least 100 litres of blood...those hits from a werewolf are sure something. No way a normal person would have survived this.

And yet Walter manages to quickly react and headbutt the doggo.

Also with an incredible force.

It's surprising as the Captain starts to strangle him, his neck isn't snapping like a twig.

We just saw how the werewolf just crushed a knife with a bare hand.

Looking at all those facts, you can't tell me he isn't the true one hell of a butler he is a mere human.

I'm convinced Walter is like Anderson an enhanced human. Which is also the theory circling around in the fandom and answers the question what he is.

But I never saw an explanation why this theory exists in the first place. So the gears in my head started spinning and tried to solve the puzzle.

We know the Vatican experimented on Anderson and thus creating his regeneration powers.

I can't remember if it ever got explained how, but it doesn't even truly matter in the end. Which matters is the fact that Walter was able to create a weapon for figthing Anderson. So my best guess is they experimented with biotechnology, which also plays a huge part in creating freak vampires.

BUT

Hellsing got their own ways and the prime example is Alucard.

It often seems to get forgotten who Abraham Van Helsing was, and what he was knowledgeable about.

And since Bram Stoker's Dracula is kinda canon to Hellsing, it's a fair use to cite Wikipedia here. ✌️

Integra even said that Alucard is the culmination of "generations of Hellsing's occult knowledge". This means nothing other than Alucard got experimented on, which makes sense since all the usual vampire weaknesses don't apply to him anymore.

But how do you experiment on a vampire? Well, if the word occult has not made it clear enough; let's have a look at a part in the manga where Richard chases smol Integra and provides some insights what Hellsing manor contains on rooms:

I think one is clearly sticking out a bit: Wizardry Analysis Room.

Combined with the fact Alucard's seals on the back of his gloves are pentragams with runes speaks a lot about what kind of experiments Abraham did.

This makes alchemy and sorcery to something which is canon and existing in Hellsing!

Since we know literally nothing about Walter, I think it's no wild guess to assume he is like Alucard an experiment of the Hellsing organisation.

I wouldn't go so far and say he is an homunculus since Arthur clearly said he is human as he fills in the round table about freak vampires, ghouls and Walter's existence. I see no reason why he should hide the fact they themselves created a homunculus at this point.

But what stood out to me was this sentence tho:

The majority of translations seem to go with born, but there are also some who are more like this:

Since I'm not able to find raw scans of The Dawn to maybe translate that part myself and to confirm, and I don't understand Japanese well enough to maybe listen and understand what Arthur exactly uses for words in the animation; take the following with a grain of salt.

If we go ahead with the born sentence...what actually would that mean?

Walter would have been indeed be born into the role of a vampire hunter. Which could also overlap with his role as being Hellsing's butler.

I'm no historian and very far off so but as far as I could research, this was something which was a thing:

Which makes the whole thing even more interesting. We don't know if Walter even has parents in the traditional sense. Is he some sort of lab-grown baby? If he got parents, were they also employed at Hellsing? What happened to them?

Questions which can't get answered here but can inspire to create nice headcanons.

To bring this long post finally to an end; My conclusion is that Walter is indeed an enhanced human, created by Hellsing themselves probably through alchemy. Which could wonderfully connect to his wires, because they could also be a product of alchemy or wizardry of some sort, since there is no logically explanation for this. 👀

Let me know if I've had missed something.

[lockpickingliar]

So about the third trial's investigation...

Or: Ouma Kokichi (Cookie) on the floorboard incident

I saw a post last night and it's still bothering me this morning so! Here I am. That's a lie, it's not bothering me, per se, but I just want to clarify for anyone interested:

I was literally concussed~

Fun facts about loose floorboards: If there's nothing holding them down, then they KEEP GOING! The difference between what Shinguuji did and what happened to me was that Chabashira and the cage and whatnot was holding the floorboard down so he could safely accomplish his see-saw trick.

I was in the first room, however, which was empty, and stepped on that floorboard entirely by chance. My foot went through the floor, swinging the board upward and directly into my face like a rake in a slapstick cartoon.

Now, I wouldn't go so far as to say I had brain damage from it (or maybe that's a lie), but concussions are quite scary, actually! The really serious ones can land you in the hospital.

I know none of us left had any extensive medical experience. Except maybe Harukawa-chan—being an assassin she'd know about treating various wounds in case she gets in a scuffle—however she was still lying about being the Ultimate Child Caregiver at the time, I think. I don't remember, much of my memory is hazy around that time. (Gee, I wonder why!!!)

Edit: I remember now, I already outed her after the second trial. How forgetful of me! Not that it matters much in this context, but whatever.

In any case, it's fair that my injury couldn't have been treated, but the thing that grinds my gears about it is that no one seemed even the least bit concerned. You all have seen my sprite. That cloudy look in my eyes. I was way out of it. (Also it was waaaaay more than "a bit" of blood, but who's really counting here?)

Everything was spinning, everything Saihara-chan and Harukawa-chan said sounded like it was coming through water. That prank I pulled in the hall? That was a lie. I was stumbling my way to the third room to check for another loose floorboard when I suddenly blacked out and found myself on the floor. Saihara-chan and Harukawa-chan found me like that and I played it off like an intentional joke to keep them off my case.

And it worked! It's what I wanted!

But that doesn't make it hurt less.

That trial was hell to go through, and that's why I didn't actually have much to contribute beyond my lie about killing Yonaga-chan to draw attention to the fact the back door to her lab had a different kind of lock. Everything was too bright and loud and I felt like I was gonna puke all over the trial grounds. I'm surprised I didn't fall off my podium when the trial grounds morphed or whatever.

That all is to say that it was a pretty severe concussion! I barely remember what happened, and can only really say what happened in canon when I saw it in the game seemed accurate. When all was said and done, I stumbled back to my room and conked out for like a solid day. That might be a lie. I just remember that I woke up during Nighttime, and wandered out to the dining hall (I forgot it was closed during Nighttime. Y'know. Because of the concussion) when I ran into Saihara-chan again.

He told me he was relieved that I was okay. Like he just decided that on his own without asking me first.

I got headaches a lot after that, all the way up until my death. I couldn't exactly take a break and let it heal with a killing game going on, now could I? I had a lot of work to do.

But even now, after I'm already dead, my head still hurts sometimes, and I get dizzy, and it makes me feel so insignificant and alone.

But that's a lie, anyhow!

Don't you worry about little old me! Neeheehee!

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Untitled DJ x Reader Soulmate AU - Ch 1

EDIT: This is now being updated on ao3!

Throwing this up here for now. I have an ao3 but I don't know that I want this to be the first thing posted in it. Also it's in need of editing because the first chapter is in a different tense than the second chapter because I'd intended it to be a flashback-ish thing but that's not really clear in the finished writing. Alas.

Might delete these posts when it this story eventually makes its way to ao3, but we'll see.

[ Ch 1 - You are here ] [ Ch 2 ]

CHAPTER 1

The DJ had only been active for four years when the writing appeared on the inside of his wrist. At first he thought it was graffiti, something he was unfortunately quite familiar with, as teenagers frequently sought to prove their mettle by antagonizing a giant robot spider after hours. Though why they thought themselves brave was a mystery to him…he was forbidden from retaliating. He couldn’t even utter a protest once the speakers were turned off for the night. Not that aggressive, lyricless techno music was all that readily understood as a “protest” anyway.

But no, this writing on his wrist was not graffiti. Aside from the fact that he definitely would have realized if someone had climbed onto his stage and written on him, it was far smaller than the hastily spray painted or sharpie’d graffiti usually was. It was as if a human had simply written on him with a black pen the way they would write in a notebook.

“They really did a number on you, huh?”

DJ wasn’t sure what to make of that. Most of the graffiti on him was names and symbols, not cryptic, vaguely sympathetic messages.

A couple days after it appeared, he had his weekly maintenance with one of the techs, a middle aged man named Karter. Karter had been more or less the only human DJ interacted with with any regularity. DJ liked him well enough, and had thought he and Karter were friends. As much as a non-verbal robot could be friends with a human, anyway.

Karter never said much to DJ. What could he really say when DJ had no way to respond? But he was kind to him, expressing sympathy when DJ was graffitied or damaged, and he was mindful of DJ’s comfort when working on him, always telling DJ what he was doing and making sure DJ was prepared before opening up panels or soldering wires or swapping whatever hinge or joint needed replacing.

DJ had taken this for granted until, a year after DJ was first brought online, Karter had his first sick day. The tech who filled in for him didn’t speak to DJ at all, and almost seemed unaware that DJ could feel what she was doing, or that DJ would have any kind of opinion on it. DJ did his best to cooperate with her, trying to infer what she wanted from her occasional frustrated grumbles when he moved in a way she hadn’t wanted him to.

It was a small taste of what life was like with less kind techs and DJ, unsurprisingly, did not care for it.

So it was that DJ had no qualm about trying to get Karter to pay attention to the writing on his wrist. He couldn’t tell Karter what it said, of course, but that hardly mattered. It needed to be cleaned off, regardless of why it was there.

But as DJ repeatedly tried to show Karter his wrist, even pointing at it with two of his other hands, Karter’s expression began to darken.

“There’s nothing there, DJ. It’s fine,” he said, his expression troubled as he avoided DJ’s gaze.

DJ played a noise through the speakers, a small synthesized chirp that he often used as a way to get someone’s attention.

“DJ, please!” Karter snapped.

DJ flinched back, wringing his main pair of hands worriedly. Why was Karter so upset at this? He’d cleaned worse graffiti off the DJ. Granted this was small, but it was clearly visible. Why did it seem as if Karter didn’t even see it?

Karter sighed, his expression softening as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “...Okay. Tell me this. Is…is something written there?”

DJ brightened, nodding, a jingle of affirmation playing over the speakers.

Another sigh as Karter ran a hand down his face. “Goddammit. Goddammit, goddammit…”

DJ’s eyes widened at the language even as he canted his head in concern, replaying his questioning chirp over the speakers.

“DJ. I’m only going to tell you this once. Forget it. Ignore it. It’s not there. Okay?” he said, looking up at the DJ pleadingly.

DJ couldn’t help but repeat the querying chirp.

“I know it’s hard to ignore when it’s right there, but you have to.” Karter ran a hand through his greying hair, debating with himself on what the DJ needed to know…how much the phrase “Ignorance is bliss” applied to the situation.

“Just promise you won’t tell anyone.”

DJ frowned, glancing down at the writing. Was he the only one who could see it? Well…if that were the case, it was harmless enough. And despite DJ’s limited social skills, he could tell Karter was not interested in discussing it further, even if DJ could put his many questions into words.

So he let the matter drop. What else could he do?

The next week, Karter was out, and DJ was serviced by another quiet, vaguely sullen tech. When he pulled Karter’s employee profile, DJ found out that he had quit.

Was it because of him? DJ didn’t understand what he’d done wrong, but something had clearly caused Karter to be upset. DJ just hadn’t realized he was upset enough to quit over it. He couldn’t help but feel he had done something seriously wrong…and that it was his fault Karter had quit.

DJ became sulky after that. Oh, he never let it show in his performances of course. Those were just as lively and energized as ever. But between shows, and overnight, he just…sat. He barely acknowledged Moon when the night attendant came to visit him, didn’t even look up as the human guards passed through the arcade, and wouldn’t even spare the Lil’ Music Men a glance when they deigned to visit his stage overnight. 

More weeks went by, and each week was a new tech doing his weekly inspection. Not new to the Pizzaplex, of course, but new to this task. A quick glance at their employee profiles confirmed many of them had been working here for at least a year or two.

DJ stopped doing them any favors. He would move when asked to move and keep still when asked to keep still, but he no longer tried to anticipate what they needed of him, or infer anything from whatever they might be mumbling to themselves. If indeed they did mumble at all. Several were completely silent.

During those weeks, something else happened. Something that, before the incident with Karter, would have seemed completely innocuous and gone unnoticed by the DJ.

One evening during his set, his gaze happened to fall on a young woman standing against the wall at the edge of the dance floor. She was gazing down at her wrist, her other hand lightly tracing a pattern on her skin. She looked so happy; with a soft smile full of warmth and even the barest hint of tears of joy in her eyes.

His eyes flicked down to his own wrist, curious. The track skipped slightly as he turned his hand to check his wrist again, but he quickly recovered before anyone noticed.

The DJ’s gaze returned to the young woman just in time to see her being approached by two other women her age.

“Oh. My. Gosh. Did you--?” one of the friends cried excitedly.

“Yes! I got my mark!” the young woman said, tearing up in earnest.

“What’s it say?” the second friend asked excitedly.

“You know I can’t tell you!” she protested, hugging her wrist to her chest as if her friend would sneak a glance.

“Yeah, yeah. But as soon as you meet him you’re telling me what it said!”

“Maybe your soulmate’s here in the room right now!” the first friend said, squeezing the woman’s shoulders.

The first woman blushed, shaking her head. “Oh no. I doubt it. I-It could still be months before I meet him…or years…” she added, the briefest hint of worry in her eyes.

“Oh come on, be positive! Weeks at most!”

The DJ didn’t allow himself to skip another beat as he listened to the conversation. He could hear them perfectly, even over his own music.

Soulmate.

DJ was familiar with the term. Besides having been loaded with a basic understanding of human society (much of which he couldn’t imagine ever needing to know), he’d heard talk of such things on the dance floor. Especially during the slow songs.

Could that be what the writing on his wrist meant? He…had a soulmate?

But you needed a soul to have a soulmate, and animatronics didn’t have souls.

Years worth of conversation snippets he’d overheard began to fall into place. From what he could piece together, the words on his wrist were the first words his soulmate would say to him. And they would have the first words he would say to them on their wrist.

But DJ had no voice. What could possibly be on their wrist if he never spoke to them? He knew there were some humans that never spoke, but he had no information on how that affected someone’s mark.

A chill ran through DJ’s circuits as he began to process what that truly meant. A human was bound to him. Him. Easily the least humanoid animatronic in the Pizzaplex. He wasn’t like the Glamrocks or even the daycare attendant; humanoid and personable. He was more of a set piece than a character. More like a piece of furniture than a person.

He looked across the dance floor, picking out several couples holding each other as they danced, or sitting on the benches along the edges of the dance floor leaning on each other…or even just holding hands as they walked.

DJ couldn’t do any of that. Not with a human. Not even with the other animatronics.

He knew not all soulmates were romantic, but most of them were. He had to imagine he was one of the exceptions though. Much as he found himself wishing otherwise.

Now why did he wish that? Being unable to express any romantic affection would be just as bad for him as it would for his would-be soulmate, wouldn’t it? But then, he’d always been fairly separate from humans. He could make due.

But it was still unfair to put that on his potential partner.

Partner? Him, with a partner? He couldn’t even believe he was thinking it.

He realized he had repeated the same one-minute loop multiple times, and people were starting to notice. He quickly switched it, forcing himself to get his head back in the game.

Yet once the show was over the musings continued. They didn’t help his mood. It all just seemed so unfair. Not just to him, but to whoever was bound to him. Someone who, despite not having met them yet, was already so dear and important to him.

He let out a silent sigh, or at least imitated the motion of one. An odd quirk of his AI that he would ever have an urge to sigh or yawn despite having no lungs and no voicebox.

The DJ’s evening sulk would be interrupted by the sound of kids, probably teens, sneaking into the dance hall.

Great. Usually he would try to climb over the kids and hide in one of his tunnels until the night guard arrived, but tonight he couldn’t bring himself to bother.

Cans of spray paint came out as the kids began tagging him and even his stage. Flashes went off as they took selfies, causing his optics to rapidly toggle between day mode and night mode, which got disorienting after only a few switches.

Though the disorientation barely mattered when he didn’t plan on moving. He shuttered his eyes as best he could, given they weren’t designed to close completely, and hunkered down to wait it out.

Fate was against him tonight, for that wasn’t good enough for these kids.

“Let’s see if we can get a picture of him chasing us!” one of the boys said.

DJ tensed at that, though it wouldn’t be obvious to the kids that he’d even registered their remark. He had never chased off intruders. Deep in his code was a never used, never completed bouncer mode…but he couldn’t even activate that himself. Not that he’d ever want to.

Still, he knew somewhere out there, some kids had pictures and even short videos of him “chasing” them, but that was little more than them running in front of him as he scrambled around the dance floor trying to avoid their companions.

Well. Easy solution. Don’t move. As he was already not doing.

CLUNK!

DJ scrambled to his hands in surprise, clutching his left eye where the rock had hit. If the speakers had been on, the staticy feedback that would have come through them at DJ’s pain and shock would have surely scared the kids off. With them off, though, his distress was silent, aside from the dull thuds of his gloved hands scrambling on the stage.

As soon as he lowered his hand to glance at the kids, another rock was thrown. This too hit its mark, shattering the cracked plexiglass as the stone landed somewhere inside DJ’s eye socket, rattling around unpleasantly.

DJ kept backing up until his backmost set of hands found the wall behind the stage. He tried to get the rock out of his eye socket, but recoiled at the unpleasant sensation of his finger pushing against the circuitry that had previously been protected by the plexiglass dome. His frantic scrambling had caused one of the speakers beside the stage to topple over, taking one of the rainbow spotlights with it in a shower of sparks.

Another rock sailed over his head, hitting one of the spotlights above him. The heavy stage light was knocked loose, and in a stroke of bad luck landed on the elbow joint of his second left arm. The mechanism bent, seizing up and causing every movement of the joint to grind unpleasantly against the wires that ran though his arm.

“HEY!” a deep voice called out as the night guard finally arrived.

The kids quickly scrambled, every brat for themselves and each one hoping the guard would grab their friends before them.

The guard didn’t even glance at DJ as he ran after the kids, leaving DJ alone on his stage.

Just as well. DJ wasn’t in the mood to see anyone else. He lay back down on his stage, keeping one hand over his broken eye until morning.

The incident was reported, of course, and come morning two techs were at his stage looking over the damage. He removed his hand from his eye when he was commanded to, and did his best not to flinch as they surveyed the damage he’d done to himself in his failed attempts at fishing the rock out.

The dance hall would have to be closed today. Probably longer. Karter’s backfill was starting tomorrow. They would have to be the one to fix up DJ and his stage. Quite a task for a newbie, but they had to learn somehow.

Great. Just when DJ was thinking cold, impatient techs were the worst…At least they knew what they were doing, and got it done quickly. Now he had days of being worked on by some novice ahead of him, and no performances to keep his mind off things.

When the techs left, he stared down at the writing on his wrist. 

“They really did a number on you, huh?” He hadn’t yet realized that this was that number.

[beauspot]

why can’t black women have a romance holy shit. every person who hates sydcarmy is talking about some “why can’t men and women ever just be friends” like that’s not all we’ve been allocated for decades. i understand that a lot of women particularly 👋🏻 women want stories that don’t revolve around romance, and hey i like those stories too! BUT black women have not had the same oppurtunities to just be love interests in the same way y’all have. We’ve been relocated to undesirable best friend roles or oversexualized booty calls. Y’all swear we have so much representation and yet can only name like 10 shows spanning over DECADES to prove us wrong like if there’s so much romantic content with black women as leads why the fuck are you talking about the flash and the walking dead?

and then we have the marcus and sydney brigade. the ONLY reason y’all want marcus and sydney together is cause they both black, they have zero chemistry. prove to me otherwise, quickly. I understand that people are tired of seeing interracial relationships (which is not really a problem but that’s a post for another day 😒 y’all swear that “the media” is trying to trick black women into marrying out or something stupid like that when we all know black women marry in their race more than any other demographic. imma just say black women should go where they are loved and fuck the noise) but y’all do this with nearly every show. Pairing characters together cause they’re the same race even though they have nothing in common. Nonblack people love doing this which i know why but again not the post.

But what REALLY pisses me off is calling Chefs Kiss a mentor/mentee relationship and then proceeding to ship sydney and MARCUS???

like you can’t be serious. carmy so clearly sees syd as his equal proven by the fact he wants to revamp his BUSINESS, his LIVELIHOOD with her. someone he’s known the least amount of time.

We’ve discussed this before but we know why Jeremy is probably wary about romance because of how hypersexual his previous job was and i get that, but I have yet to see a sydcarmy fan who wants them rawdogging on the kitchen floor. Idk it’s strange the way this show is edited and the music choices, and the script is written if they intended to go no romance for them. I’m really interested to see what their dynamic is like next season if they’re going to change it moving forward to dissuade fans from shipping by separating the two(like stucky vibes) it won’t work but that’ll be very annoying.

The WORST thing the show runners could do is insert a new love interest, that would piss me off to no end and i would stop watching the show. In the latest article they said(writer or show runner don’t remember) they wanted a show with no romance plot so they better fucking stick to it. I don’t want carmy to get to a later season and they’ve introduced a palm colored love interest for him. i swear to god i will turn the show off.

Now I personally will continue to ship them i’ve done so with other ships with far less, but that doesn’t mean i’m not a little annoyed. I hope they stick to their word if that’s the case.

ALSO we need more black women as romantic leads so go read the brown sister novels (chloe brown, dani brown, and eve brown) and hype them up so we can get movies( or in a perfect world a TV SERIES 🤭) based on them

TLDR: it’s dumb to hate sydcarmy cause you personally hate interracial relationships, if they mean no romance they should do no romance, that article was dumb and didn’t need to come out when we’ve already heard from both lead actors they don’t like the ship. we got it the first time. also read the brown sisters and spread the word so we can get a tv show about them thanks.