#fredd rambles

[schadenfredde]

Venom 3 spoilers:

I don't know why everyone seems so upset, did no one wait to see the end credits?

also note how in the first movie Venom says "goodbye Eddie" before inexplicably surviving the rocket explosion and in this one he says "goodbye for now"

he will come back to him like he did the first time. and I have a feeling Eddie knows that deep down too, that's why he's not too broken over it

and they can move back to their apartment and get their chickens back and the government will be off their backs because they all think Venom is gone

this is the best possible outcome

[schadenfredde]

this is probably an unpopular opinion, I've seen a lot of AUs where Iggy gets adopted, but based on his personality, I don't think he would ever want to be a domestic house pet. he'd want to return to the streets and rule over the strays again. maybe he'd have a compromise with the Foundation not to cause trouble for humans anymore as long as they don't bother him.

he's like that random cat that shows up at your house sometimes for food and pets, disappear for months and turn up completely fine asking for food again.

maybe, when he's older, he'll spend more time around people he knows. he might still be too proud to be 'owned' by someone, but he'd probably hang around the Foundation facility and troll the agents Untitled Goose style, or maybe live at Joseph's penthouse, where no one is actually sure if Iggy is around or not (except Suzi).

I guess he'd be fine with Jotaro, Avdol, or Polnareff too, but they all live elsewhere, and he wouldn't want to leave New York; that's the only home he knows.

Poll requests are open!!!!

[don-dake]

R I P L E Y (2024)

***Contains SPOILERS***

A review (of sorts, but more a rambling opinion piece that veers off the main subject occasionally).

So I've watched R I P L E Y (2024), all eight episodes of it. One word: Bravissimo!

As someone who loves the Ripliad series of novels by Patricia Highsmith immensely, and having watched all the Ripley film adaptations there are thus far — Plein Soleil aka Purple Noon (1960), The American Friend aka Der Amerikanische Freund (1977), The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999), Ripley's Game (2002), and Ripley Under Ground (2005) — I went into this new series (released on Netflix on April 4th) with expectations…

Not high, for I've learned it's never good to have high expectations or you'll more than likely just be setting yourself up for disappointment…but with expectations all the same!

Thus far, my favourite Ripley film adaptation had been 2002's Ripley's Game starring John Malkovich as an older Ripley. Had been. Until this series that is! I still love Ripley's Game a lot of course! (heh!) And there really should be no comparison given it's two different mediums and the two Ripleys are portrayed from different times of the character's life.

So saying, this new series definitely sets a new standard for a Ripley adaptation! And as someone who love the books a lot, I'm glad this series is very closely adapted from the first book!

The decision to go for a black and white cinematography, I was skeptical about that at first but after looking at the trailers and reading on the director's reasoning for going B & W with this, I can understand why, and generally agree with his decision.

Though at times, especially when looking at the wonderful interior sets, I'll be wishing I could see it in all its colour glory and thinking what a waste it was not to have it in colour, but that is but a minor hitch, for the B & W cinematography is done with superb mastery and skill, and it's hard to find fault with going this route. And it does contribute to getting into the film noir feel from films of yesteryear.

On the actors, I was skeptical on Andrew Scott as Ripley at first, but I'm happy to say he has proven me wrong and his Ripley, while not as young as Ripley should be at the start of the novel series, is one that is characterised the closest, and if Showtime/Netflix has any plans to adapt the rest of the novels, Scott will be perfect as an older Ripley, I think!

Maybe that was/is the plan…that's why Scott was chosen even though age wise, he doesn't quite fit in the beginning…one can hope! (heh!)

Moving on, just a brief rambling on the other main actors/characters because I'm getting tired:

Love Dakota Fanning as Marge Sherwood, she was exactly how I imagined Marge to be as I read the (first) book. A superb performance by Fanning I'd say!

Johnny Flynn as Dickie Greenleaf was underwhelming for me partly because in my eyes, Jude Law was/is the perfect Dickie (even if his — Law's — American accent was/is questionable), but partly also because I find Flynn is lacking charisma (sorry, Flynn fans!), I didn't get the sense of what was so fascinating about this Dickie that Ripley would be so enamoured with him or his lifestyle, enough to kill for it.

Perhaps the fault lies partly with the script too for I felt we the audience didn't get to see more of what drew Ripley to Dickie, besides his obvious wealth and status.

Eliot Sumner as Freddie Miles. Now this was the character that underwent the most drastic change as compared to the book and the 1999 The Talented Mr. Ripley film adaptation. In both the book and the 1999 film, Freddie was described (and portrayed to perfection by Philip Seymour Hoffman in my opinion) as an American with carrot-red hair, stocky, loud and all round obnoxious from miles away sort.

2024 Freddie is slim-built, androgynous looking, with a cherub face and British…he's practically a whole different character except in name.

As such, it's unfair to compare I guess, but having envisioned Freddie as described in the book for so long, helped along by PSH's award-worthy performance, I'll just say this is not the Freddie for me.

But, that doesn't mean Sumner's Freddie was bad. In terms of being almost a foil to Ripley, Sumner's Freddie is still quite effectively annoying.

Special mentions to Maurizio Lombardi and Margherita Buy as Inspector Ravini and Signor(in)a Buffi (Ripley's landlady) respectively! I enjoyed watching these two characters.

Also a special mention to Lucio (Signor(in)a Buffi's cat), who, had it been able to speak, Ripley would certainly have silenced! (heh!)

Last but not least, a special mention to John Malkovich as Reeves Minot.

I was so excited when I first saw Malkovich in the trailer because not only is his casting a nice tribute to his turn as Tom Ripley in Ripley's Game (2002), I thought he would be playing Herbert Greenleaf at first, but he turned out to be playing Reeves Minot! Even better! Gives more hope that new seasons of R I P L E Y (2024) may happen!

Those who have read the books will know that Reeves Minot is a recurring character in the later books — I can't really remember how many exactly, it's been some time since I last read them (and I should again!).

To sum up, I did enjoy this series tremendously and will definitely rewatch many times to come, and I hope we'll get further adaptations of the other books with the same standards as set for this one!

P.S.: I've seen a few people mention “this (R I P L E Y) is like Saltburn!”. I never heard of the film Saltburn before looking at some opinion pieces, but after looking it up, dare I say, Saltburn ripped off the Ripliad stories and its characters (the Ripliad books first came out in the 1950s) and I think it's more appropriate to say “Saltburn is like Ripley”!

[robynlilyblack]

i should breathe a little softer-

book shop AU with... fred weasley?

Call me anytime

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Bookshop AU

Summary: Fred wanders into a bookshop looking to pick up a book and ends up getting picked up himself

Warnings: swearing, meet cute, strangers to love interests, nervous freddie, first meeting

A/n: 0.9k words, I couldn't help but make it wolfstars daughter running the shop but they aren't in it just mentioned x thanks for the request, hope you like it 💛

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You sat on the ground behind the counter, sorting through some of the books that had been placed in the donate basket, that would either be either be gifted to the school, or placed in the back section for the book club which used your shop ever Thurday night. You heard the bell signalling someone entering but you didn’t check, it was probably one of your regulars or someone browsing whilst waiting on the train

While you were on the ground, Fred looked around the shop warily. All he’d ever saw was the sign for Lupin-Black books but he’d never come in. It looked so welcoming and cozy but he just wasn’t all that much into books, instead he was here to pick up a book. Ron had ordered one special for Hermione, a first edition, and since he was busy with work he asked Fred to get it for him

Waling over towards the counter, he peered deeper into the shop but he couldn’t see anyone “Hello?” he extends the start, tone a little confused

Your ears perked up at the voice, it was rather nice, of course you couldn’t see their face but you hoped it and them were just as lovely…oh and didn’t mind a minor heart attack

You moved to a crouched position before popping up seamlessly “Hi” you smile, holding back your giggle as the rather tall ginger stumbles backwards into a display

“Fuck me” Fred clutches his chest in shock before realising the mess he just made "I’m so sorry” he starts scrambling to pick up the books, leaning on the table as he does and only knocks off more “Shit…fuck…sorry for saying shit and fuck” he apologies looking up towards the counter

But you just giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, not to mention you were beautiful and suddenly, Fred Weasley, the flirt, the joker of his school, was uncharacteristically flustered in your presence

“It’s okay, it was kind of my fault for popping up”

He chuckles “I can help...for fucks sake” he gestures to the books, cursing under his breath as one decides it would rather be with its brethren on the floor at that exact moment

“It’s alright, really" you assure him "So, what can I do for you?”

He was quite pretty himself, tall, and beyond cute with his little rosy cheeks

“Do for me?” he repeats, looking in thought for a moment before his eyes lit up “Oh! I’m here to pick up a book” he walks over to the counter

You see him looking over your figure now he’s close, eyes lingering in some areas which makes you smile.

Crouching down you, grab the small basket of held books and place them on the counter “Name?” you inquire

“Name…my name?” he points to himself and you can see the internal cringe

“For the book” you hold up the top one, a kind smile on your face

His cheeks tint red “Weasley”

You nod, flicking through to find it. Your smile had faltered though, you knew this was a gift for his girlfriend as you were asked if you could wrap it and put a very cute nerdy reference as the buyer said she would get.

Picking it out, you begin writing out the small card, a thank you for purchasing “Your girlfriends going love it” you comment, finishing off the note

He tilts his head, looking surprised 

“Huh?” 

You look up at him and become a little amused as you listen to the most adorable ramble 

“It’s not for me, it’s for my brother’s girlfriend. I don’t have one. Hermione is sweet and all but she’s a bookworm...not that a bookworm is bad, she’s just not my type she more like my sister and bookworms are cute, just not her type of bookworm…Anyway this is for Ron, I’m Fred, or you can call me Freddie…ginger…strange man that destroyed your shop and made a fool of himself” he laughs nervously “You can call me anything you want…anytime you want” he mumbles the last part, cheeks positively blazing

You felt a little bad for him but at the same time this also confirmed he was very much single, and most likely fancied you too. You grabbed another bit of paper, writing down your name, home number and the shops number, along with a message: You can call me anytime x – that cute girl from the bookshop that watched you destroy her shop and was an adorably cute fool

You place it on top of Ron’s recipe and hand him the book “Here you go Freddie” 

Fred eyes sparkle at the name and he wanted nothing more than to ask you out, but after that embarrassing display he figured he probably had no shot

He flashes a smile “Thank you” he holds up the book and begins to walk out, stopping mid opening of the door to your voice

“Remember to read the little notes” you say as you really didn’t want him to give both to Ron and then girl, Hermione, to think her Weasley was flirting with you and not her future brother in law

“Sure thing” he nods walking out of the shop and you smile to yourself, sitting back down to return to sorting the books

It took less than five minutes before you got a call…yes, he did sprint down the street to the nearest payphone just to call you

[couchsterfield]

AHEM . well would you look at that

people always talk abt interest that lay dormant in the back of your mind what about interests you are so glad you dgaf about anymore

[alwaysyouinmyheart]

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[ickle-ronniekins]

placing bets

request from anon: A fluffy, soft, and pining George please? Like, he was really young when he fell in love with her upon first meeting—he made a joke that caused her to laugh, and he just found it to be the most beautiful sound and was smitten ever since. 😭❤️

word count: 3.9k

A/N: i love a pining, head over heels, irrevocably in love george with a girl who knows it and is totally going to make him work... bye i’m crying

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Your laugh seems to echo across the entire Quidditch pitch. Okay, not really, but it’s both loud and soft at the same time in George’s ears, and it floats in the air between you both, and he’s desperately clinging to the sound of it—just like he does whenever you laugh. Just like he did when you were both eight years old and met for the first time in the village outside of Ottery St. Catchpole all those years ago, after having shown you a magic trick when you giggled yourself into oblivion.

In love with you right then, he was.

“You’re not allowed to laugh at me,” he teases you now. His voice is calm and steady in his ears and he’s thankful that he doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels. He rebalances himself on his broomstick after nearly falling off and peers at you with a smirk.

“I’m sorry—but you can’t expect me to not laugh when you do something as silly as try and surf on your broomstick, George.”

His feet finally touch the ground, and much to his dismay he sees the rest of the team emerging from the changing rooms, undoubtedly gearing up for tryouts. He swallows over a lump in his throat when both Harry and Fred nod at him from the other end of the pitch. He knows he’s a fantastic bloody beater, but the fact that you’re going to be watching tryouts with Ron, Ginny, and Hermione are making him feel less confident than before. He stands up straighter to try and push these feelings away. It doesn’t work. You seem to notice.

“Hey,” you say after a moment and place a hand on his shoulder, “you’ll be great. Just try not to fall off of your broom this time, okay?”

A laugh escapes his lips and he says to you as you make your way toward the stands, “Well I bloody hope I don’t fall, since I’ll be spending the majority of this tryout doing my very best to impress you, anyway.”

You roll your eyes at his comment, but he sees a rosy pink color flood your cheeks. “Best focus on the bludgers, Georgie, don’t want any of them to whack you, yeah?”

He laughs again, takes a deep breath, and turns toward his teammates. Fred is looking at him with raised eyebrows and a laugh so sweet it could cure an illness. Once he realizes that you’re now out of earshot, Fred teasingly slings an arm around his twin’s shoulders, turns to Harry and asks, “He’s been in love for the longest bloody time—how much longer d’you reckon before he finally does something about it?”

“I dunno, mate,” Harry says and kicks George playfully in the shin, “he’s been pining for what—eight, nine years now? Give it another five or so, I reckon he’ll be able to maybe ask her out then.”

“I’ll be sure to send bludgers toward the both of you today, then,” George replies with a mischievous grin as the other two fall into raucous laughter. He peers up at the stands, easily finding you sitting with his siblings and Hermione, and when you finally look up and meet his gaze, you wiggle your eyebrows at him, and wink.

Like George seriously needs to be sent into overdrive before what is arguably the most important Quidditch tryout of his entire life. He does his hardest to nudge Fred very hard in the ribs when all he can hear are snickers and kissing noises in his ear.

— -

George peers up at the very dark, cloudy gray ceiling in the Great Hall. He absolutely hates it when it rains. He’s looking particularly grumpy as he listens to the thunder clap outside the tall windows. He’s sipping rather moodily on his pumpkin juice when you plop down next to him and say, “Brighten up, would you, Weasley? Why the long face?”

“It’s raining,” Fred replies before George can catch his breath and answer you himself, “Georgie hates it when it rains.”

“Why?” you ask suddenly, scooping a bit of vegetables onto your dinner plate, “We’ve known each other for so long, how have I never known this about you? I love it when it‘s raining! The sound of the pitter-patter on the roof, the way the grounds smell right before a rainstorm—it’s absolutely beautiful.”

“Don’t ramble on too much, Y/N,” Fred says, again. George can’t seem to get a word in edgewise. “George might just try and make it rain all the bloody time if you love it so much.”

You turn to George, who’s rib cage is being flooded with butterflies. He tries to ignore it. He grins cheekily at you when you raise your eyebrows and inquire, “Is that so? Trying to impress me more, are you?”

“Can’t help myself,” he replies with a wink.

“I’ll get you to enjoy the rain one day—for real. You can count on it. You’ve got to find the beauty in everyday life.”

He wants to tell you, when he peers into your sparkling eyes and feels the nerves grow stronger, that he already does find the beauty in everyday life. Instead, he asks, “Mmm, is that a promise?”

“Most definitely.”

“If you don’t mind,” Fred stands up from his place across from you and looks in the direction of Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny and winks at his twin, “I’m going to go and have a chat with that lot while George continues to embarrass himself with his rubbish flirting.”

George is upset when he realizes that Fred is far enough away from him that he’s unable to kick him quite hard underneath the table. But then, much to his surprise—and delight—you respond to Fred with, “His flirting isn’t rubbish.” Then, you turn to George with a slight little smirk and continue, “it’s quite cute, actually.”

George finds himself biting down on his lip to keep from smiling too much as he watches you twirl your spoon carefully in your fingers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I swear to Merlin,” Fred says under his breath, but both you and George are still able to hear him.

“Oi! Get over here, you three!” Ron calls from a few seats down. Hermione rolls her eyes when he continues, “We’re placing bets on how the Hufflepuff versus Slytherin match is going to go next week—first of the year!”

Fred jumps in between Ginny and Ron and begins animatedly discussing the first match. To you, George shrugs his shoulders and says, “We’ve been summoned.”

“Too bad,” you say, picking up your bag to take your spot next to Hermione before continuing with a bit of flirty sarcasm in your voice, “that little smirk of yours was getting me all flustered.”

The banter between you both hardly gets George all worked up anymore. In fact, it’s pretty normal for the two of you, and has been for years. But sometimes, he finds himself thinking now, you’ll say something, or do something, or bat those beautiful long eyelashes at him and he feels nothing but nervousness take him over. This is one of those times. You notice the tension rising between you both, alongside the cherry red color now flooding his face. You squeeze his arm and say playfully, “C’mon now, Georgie—we’ve got bets to place.”

Another bout of nervousness creeps up on him when you pull him by his arm and you place yourself down next to Hermione. Harry, Ginny and Fred are all discussing the upcoming matches very animatedly, Ron is pulling at his hair due to confusion and stress, Hermione is immersed in her spell book, but when George looks down, all he can focus on is the very small amount of space on the bench between his hand and yours.

— -

The sun is flooding the Hogwarts grounds, and it’s quite warm for an autumn afternoon. George, Fred, Lee, Harry, Ron, and Neville are all sitting beneath a tree near the water’s edge, certainly not working on the assignments they’d planned on doing, but instead, engaging in what could only be described as tomfoolery and a complete and utter waste of time.

Fred is laying in the grass, one hand behind his head, the other twirling his wand in between his fingers. He’s saying something to the others, there’s a bit of mock laughter floating through the air, but all George can do is watch you up near the castle, immersed in a conversation with Ginny and Luna and a few other students, and he can’t help but smile as he watches you place your bag gently on the ground and proceed to engage in some type of hopscotch-like jumps.

When Lee throws his hands up at the fact that George is completely ignoring him, Ron shoves his older brother playfully and says to the others, “You’ll have to excuse him.”

“You see,” Fred continues, “little Georgie here is quite in love—”

“—and he can’t seem to focus on anything,” Harry finishes.

“Shove off,” George retorts before sticking out his foot to trip Ron, which sends his younger brother into the grass while another roar of raucous laughter echoes across the grounds.

“So Georgie,” Ron says, getting to his feet and brushing the dirt off of his robes, “today the day then, mate? Finally going to tell her how you feel?”

Fred chimes in with his eyes closed, “He doesn’t need to tell her how he feels, he makes it rather obvious, doesn’t he? I reckon she’s known for years.” In his heart of hearts, George knows this, too. He doesn’t exactly hide the fact that he’s mad for you. But he wonders, now, as he watches you laugh at something Ginny says, if you know deep down how he truly feels. Do you just see it as him being playful, overly friendly—flirting just for the sake of it? Or can you really tell that he actually does have feelings for you?

It’s as if his thoughts alone call out like a signal to you, because he’s taken by surprise when you peer up at him when he’s not fully prepared, and you wink. And there they are. Those butterflies again. He smirks mischievously at you.

“Settle down, you lot,” Fred says rather politically to the crowd of rambunctious boys. George finds himself finally coming back to the conversation after being a bit distracted yet again. Always letting his mind wander, he is. “All in favor of placing bets on when Georgie, here, finally makes a move? Yes, Lee—I am planning on winning this one, actually, nobody knows my twin better than me.”

“I’d like in on these bets,” George says suddenly, taking the entire group by surprise.

“You can’t place a bet on yourself,” Ron says through laughter.

Harry and Neville say together, “I think he should be allowed.” Harry continues, “Would make for quite the adventure, don’t you reckon?”

Fred peers at George, who’s standing now, with his hands in his pockets, glimpsing back and forth between you and his friends, waiting patiently for his twin to make a decision. A very slow decision, George comes to realize.

“Alright then, George,” Fred finally agrees, sticking out his hand for a very professional, firm handshake, “you’re in. What’ve you got for us?”

“Give me a week,” George says. A week? There’s no denying that George Weasley’s a confident bloke, but when it comes to confessing his feelings to the girl he’s been pining over for years, well—even hearing himself say it now sends a bit of a chill down his spine. “Seven days. If I don’t do anything by Sunday evening’s feast, you lot win. Alright?”

George looks around the group, each and every one of the boys has raised eyebrows. But they all nod in agreement, and the feeling of dread suddenly looms over George—he can handle it though, can’t he? Fred notices his skittishness and says with a bit of a smirk, “See you on the other side, mate.”

— -

It’s been four and a half days since George stupidly decided to get involved in Fred’s antics, and the boys have absolutely no problem reminding him that less than seventy-two hours remain for him to finally “make a bloody move already.” This isn’t helping George’s nerves—nor are the winks you’re sending him from across classrooms, as your entire friend group is creating mischief right under your nose.

“Hey, wait up!” Your voice bounces off of the walls in the corridors as you frantically hurry through the sea of students to catch up with George, who’s heading to Potions with Fred, rather reluctantly, of course. Fred begins trying to poke George in the ribs, winks, and vanishes before you can even notice he’s there, leaving you and George alone near the entrance to the dungeons.

“Hey you,” he says and immediately regrets how cheesy it sounds in his own ears. Quick to hide the fact that he’s very embarrassed, he continues, “what’s going on?”

“What’s going on with all of you?” you ask curiously. “Fred keeps telling me that we’re all in for a rather exciting weekend, but as far as I’m concerned, I have absolutely nothing planned except to sit outside and read. Yes, a very wild few days, I know—” you say when George stifles a bit of laughter, “—so, you want to tell me what you have planned? Some sort of major prank, or something?”

You’re essentially giving him an opening and George isn’t sure why he’s not just asking you out right now. It’s the perfect opportunity! Not yet, he thinks. There’s still around seventy-something hours, or so. Instead, he opts to go for something different. “Oh, erm, there’s some—Gryffindor bloke who’s been mad for this girl for years and hasn’t told her yet, so we’ve all placed bets on when he’ll finally do something about it—next few days, apparently..”

“Really?” you ask, intrigued. You wiggle your eyebrows at him and clutch your books tighter in your arms. “Who is it?”

“Can’t tell you that, Y/N,” George replies with a smirk, “That’d be breaking the rules, wouldn’t it?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, fine, I’m not even going to try and argue. How much time has he got left?”

George swallows thickly, thinking of the ticking clock, and says, “Til Sunday evening.” The words sound foreign in his mouth. He can feel his face flush and much to his dismay, you certainly seem to notice.

“Two and a half days, huh?” you ask, clicking your tongue. You inch forward to him and continue in a lower voice, “that’s not a lot of time, is it?”

George swallows again. He has a love, hate relationship with the effect you have on him. “No, certainly isn’t.”

“Think he’ll do it in time?”

“Well, he’s got too, hasn’t he?”

You send a mischievous grin his way, and he’s surprised he isn’t falling to the ground right now. He’s being supported by none other than caffeine and his own nerves. His heart is nearly pounding out of his chest when you look up at him with those sparkling eyes. He can tell now, by the look you’re giving him, that you’ve easily unraveled this. You know. You’ve got too. You’ve completely read him like a book and at this point you’re just teasing him mercilessly. He bites back a smile. “Certainly hope he does—can’t keep the poor girl waiting, can he?” you say now, taking one step closer to him, now just inches from one another. You place your hand on his arm, squeeze tightly, and shoot a teasing, cheeky grin in his direction. Then, you pull back, shrug your shoulders, take a deep breath, and leave George breathless before continuing down the corridor, “Anyway—see you later? Stay out of trouble, Weasley.”

You wink before vanishing completely. When you’re completely out of sight, George actually tightens the grip on his bag and falls back into the wall and to the ground in some sort of emotional, flustered chaos. He’s grinning from ear to ear and is feeling incredibly elated but also beyond frustrated at himself. He should be kissing you by now, but instead, he’s biting his lip in pain due to a sharp blow to his shin.

“You’re an idiot,” Fred says now, and George realizes he’s been hiding around a corner this entire time. “Like putty in her hands, you are. Pathetic. She just gave you an in, mate! And you didn’t even take it!” Ron and Harry are on the other end of the corridor, laughing at this exchange they’ve just witnessed, when they make their way over to the doubled-over George.

“Relax,” George tells them once he regains his balance. “I’ve got to lay the foundation, haven’t I? ‘M taking my time. Still have two and a half days, like she said.” Foundation. You two have known each other for years already.

Fred slings both arms around Ron and Harry and glances cheekily at his twin brother, shaking his head in utter disappointment. “Maybe so, Georgie. But I reckon you’re still an idiot.”

— -

George slumps into the Great Hall rather begrudgingly, not at all looking forward to this feast. At the Gryffindor table are Fred, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Lee, Neville and many others who look up and begin to clap sarcastically at the sight of him. George narrows his eyes at them and sits down on one of the benches and places his head directly onto the table.

“Why so glum, Georgie?” Ginny and Hermione ask teasingly.

As predicted by the others, George unfortunately had let time run out. Many opportunities had been handed to him, of course, but had he seized any? No. He absolutely hadn’t. Fred sticks out a hand and nods to the others to follow suit. “Cough it up, mate. One sickle each.”

“Oi, let the poor bloke wallow a bit first,” Ron jokes. George is already feeling poorly. He’d been so stressed about this stupid bet that he forgot to hand in his Herbology assignment, he had an absolutely rubbish Quidditch practice yesterday, and, on top of it all, the gloomy, rainy weather outside is not helping to lift his spirits at all. He groans. In a voice muffled by his face leaning directly on the table, he says to nobody in particular, “I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot who’s in love and I reckon I will be forever.” The others do their best to try and stifle some mock laughter, but George can’t help to let a small, pathetic laugh escape his lips, too.

“It’s alright, then,” Neville says in a low voice, “you don’t have to pay me. I know first hand just how scary it can be..” he glances in the direction of a shy looking Hufflepuff.

But then, when George looks up and rubs his eyes due to exhaustion, he notices a couple entering the entrance of the Great Hall. A Ravenclaw boy is draping his own robes over a tiny Slytherin girl who, by the looks of it, unfortunately has just been caught in that rainstorm outside. Together they huddle closer to one another, laughing at the sight of her drenched clothes and hair. George stands up, quickly throws a bunch of sickles onto the table in front of his friends and says to nobody in particular, “Reckon I can still win in the end!” He’s just got to get over himself.

“No,” Fred laughs through a mouthful of potatoes, looking down at the sickles on the table, “it’s quite obvious that you’ve definitely lost this one, mate.”

But George ignores this, and instead runs through the crowd of students and out of the Great Hall and straight out into the rain. The wind is rather blustery, he comes to realize. Two seconds outside and his clothes are already soaked through, but he’s not regretting his decision—not when he sees you splashing in a puddle a few feet away. He smiles genuinely at the sight of you.

“Hey!” you yell over the howling wind. Your voice continues to soften as he gets closer to you, “You told me you don’t like the rain! If you’ve been lying to me this entire time, then, I suppose you owe me a Butterbeer in Hogsmeade.”

You’re quite a sight to behold. Your white button down shirt is soaked through, tie askew, cardigan wet and dripping and shoes covered in mud. Your soaked hair is plastered to the sides of your face, and your cheeks are the natural rosy color they always are, but it seems to make your eyes sparkle even more so than usual. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You bite down on your lip as George walks over to you, his uniform completely drenched from the rain, and he brushes your hair out of your face and presses his lips to yours.

And first kisses are meant to be chaste, soft, innocent—but nothing George Weasley does is ever innocent. He smiles against you, biting on your bottom lip just a bit before melting into you again, his hands wrapped tightly around the back of your neck, his fingers getting entangled in your wet hair. It’s eager and hungry and desperate. He can feel your hands slip underneath his shirt, spread out over his ribs and abdomen and hip bones, and soft, small moans escape his lips in the surprise of the moment.

When the two of you finally pull apart, he peers closely at the droplets of water on your eyelashes, falling down your cheekbones every single time you blink, “It’s a date.”

You peer down at your watch, noting the time and peering inside the entrance to the castle in the direction of the Great Hall. With a sensual smirk, you ask him, “So—that bloke lose the bet then?”

“Yeah, he did,” George tells you now. The wind is picking up, the rain coming down sideways now. He swallows over a lump in his throat but lets out a small laugh, “but a few lost sickles isn’t a big deal—not compared to what he won, at least.”

You sling your arms around his neck and run your hands through his wet hair, teasing him slightly, “Well at least he finally did something about it.”

“Sorry it took me so long, darling.”

“No apologies needed,” you reply, leaving light kisses against his lips, “but you owe me, now.”

“Yeah, the Butterbeer in Hogsmeade.” he agrees, tightening his grip around your waist, eager to get his lips back on yours, “haven’t we established this?”

You throw your head back and let hearty laughter escape your lips. “You’re adorable. No, my love, you owe me for lost time. Best find a way to sneak up to the girls dormitory tonight—and don’t get caught.”

He laughs fully now, poking you in the ribs as nervousness and adrenaline course through his veins. He’s counting down the seconds until he can, undoubtedly, fly in through your open window tonight. You pull on his shirt to get him back into the castle; there’s no part of your bodies or clothing that are dry now. But he grabs your hands and pulls you back toward him, still standing directly in line of the rain and the wind, and he continues to move fat strands of wet hair out of your face. “What’re you doing, Georgie? Thought you didn’t like the rain?”

He wraps his hands around the back of your neck again and pulls you closer. Against your lips, he says through a cheeky grin, “I reckon I can get used to it now.”

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"aroaces can still date"

where's our romance/sex-repulsed aroace representation then, huh?

where's our romance/sex-repulsed aroace representation.

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And he isn't just all about those traits either! People who say he's dull just don't care enough to look closer at his character.

One of my favourite things about Jonathan is how much he actually subverts typical heroes. Wait, hear me out here.

He isn't well liked by anyone aside from like a small group of friends, and Dio remained popular even until the end. Most heroes are well liked, or if they're not, they gain public admiration eventually, even if they weren't doing good deeds to earn that. Jonathan never got that recognition. He's outperformed by Dio every step of their lives before everything went to hell, and never really escaped living in his shadow even as an adult. He's ignored by his schoolmates and fellow rugby teammates despite having playing a very important part in their victory. Most notably, no one visited Jonathan at the hospital except for this random thug who tried to mug him literally a few days back. His accomplishments remained unknown to the world at large, only passed down through generations of his family thanks to Speedwagon and Erina.

Then there's his colour theme. Despite being a hero, his colour theme is dull and dark, contrasting Dio's brilliant reds and golds. I think that was a really cool subversion of many common good vs evil colour contrasts. Like Mufasa and Scar. Or Thor and Loki.

And speaking of good vs evil, another thing that stuck out to me the most was his fascination with the macabre. Dio may have been the one to use the Stone Mask to turn himself into a vampire, but Jonathan was the one who dedicated his life to studying artifacts like this as an archeologist! Most hero protagonists would actively avoid/destroy dark stuff, or have no idea of their true nature. Not only does Jonathan know feeding blood to the mask activates the spines, he understands it was most likely used to kill (before he discovered its actual purpose), and yet he's genuinely charmed by it. I mean look at him!

That is the face of a man who has fed his own blood to the mask countless times already and still thinks it's super neat to watch it do the thing. What a dork.

If he'd lived I could imagine a really fun series where he'd go on archeological trips with Erina and Speedwagon, hunting for Stone Masks and studying and trying to understand cursed artifacts. Maybe he could even be the one who uncovers the Pillar Men's location. There's so much he could have done and it kills me to know he'd never get the opportunity to do them.

He can be a trickster at times too. Remember when he tricked Dio into basically confessing he'd killed Dario and was planning to do the same to George? Or countering Dio's freezing ability by subtly maneuvering him towards a lit brazier? He even thought about diving deeper into a lake to get to a pocket of air while DROWNING, just to gain an advantage over a zombie. He's actually really intelligent and even cunning at times. The story just does not give him many opportunities to show it like it does for Joseph.

It's actually scary how easily Jonathan could have been the villain, and yet, he just wants to do good, because that's just the kind of person he is. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, and strives to be kind no matter the circumstances.

In conclusion, Jonathan is a really fascinating and nuanced character who goes beyond the typical goody goody hero trope, I can't stop anyone who still doesn't like him but I am begging for you to give him the credit he deserves.

ppl hate jonathan the same way ppl hate superman. ppl just hate hope, bravery and goodness

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Admiration (Freddie Benson | iCarly)

Summary — You’re oblivious to Freddie’s feelings for you.

Requested by abbieistrashaf — Hey! Can you write a freddie benson one where he has a crush on you but everyone knows except the reader please.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; friendly teasing; flirting; accidental reveal of someone else’s feelings.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,033. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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“Freddie, is this light bright enough?” you asked, adjusting a stage light in the iCarly studio.

Freddie had asked you to help him set up the studio before the show began. Carly and Sam were both downstairs. 

Freddie looked up from his camera, and smiled, “Yeah, that’s perfect.”

You stepped down from a chair you had been standing on. When you turned, Freddie still smiling kindly at you.

Your own smile slowly spread across your face, before you asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Freddie shook his head, his smile widening a little: “Nothing. You just look great today.”

You decided to miss with him a little bit: “So... I didn’t look great yesterday? Is that what you’re saying?”

You tried not to burst with laughter as Freddie suddenly became nervous. He began to stutter in response:

“No! No! I didn’t—! No! Of course, I—! You know I’d never—!”

“Freddie!” you laughed. “I’m kidding!”

Freddie immediately stopped rambling when you placed a hand on one of his arms. He slowly relaxed, sighing quietly to himself. It was quiet for a moment. You moved your hand from Freddie’s arm, directing it to his hair.

“Your hair is falling in front of your forehead,” you said, pushing his hair away. “I know how much you hate that.”

Freddie gave you a very small smile, feeling your fingers comb through his hair. However, the moment didn’t last for long.

“What do we have here?” asked the voice of Sam.

Freddie had to keep himself from laughing when you rolled your eyes. He crossed his arms and bumped his hip against your own.

“You have your cameraman who needs to start filming your show and your friend who is going to enjoy a spaghetti taco,” you replied, opening the studio door and waving at your three friends. “Have fun!”

Carly and Sam waited until they knew you were gone. Carly immediately let a wide grin grow on her face. She then began bouncing excitedly on her toes.

“So... when are you going to tell (YOUR NAME) you like her?” she asked.

Freddie gave her a small smirk, and pretended to think for a moment: “Sometime around... never!”

Carly glared, “Why not?”

Freddie ignored her, and began the show’s countdown, “In five... four... three... two...”

“Hi, I’m Carly!”

Sam grinned, “And I’m Sam!”

“And this is iCarly—”

“—where we all share our feeling with the people we like!”

Freddie rolled his eyes at his friends indirectly addressing him. This was going to be a long show.

“Hey, Gibby, do you ever think that Carly looks like Megan from Drake & Josh?” you asked.

Gibby stared at the television screen. After a moment, he shook his head: “I don’t see it.”

You shrugged, “How long do you think the show is going to last? I want to go to the Groovy Smoothie.”

“Probably until Freddie says he’s going to ask you out,” answered Gibby, and then he froze when he realized what he said.

“Gibby?”

He panicked, “I didn’t say anything!”

“Gibby!” you exclaimed. “Does Freddie like me?”

“Uhm...” Gibby paused, “coming Mrs. Benson!”

“Gibby!” you shouted, just as Spencer, Carly’s brother, appeared.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

You glared, “Does Freddie like me?”

Spencer paused, before he shouted, “Coming Mrs. Benson!”

“Spencer!” you exclaimed, standing from your seat on the sofa, watching as he ran from the room.

“Okay,” said Freddie, approaching your usual table at the Groovy Smoothie. “A smoothie for me, a smoothie for Sam, a smoothie for Carly, and a smoothie for (YOUR NAME).”

You tried not to panic as Freddie went back to the counter, but you had to talk to Carly and Sam. You had to know if Freddie liked you or not.

“Does Freddie like me? Spencer and Gibby didn’t answer me and now I don’t know what to do! I need you to tell me right now! Yes or no?” you rambled, but neither Carly nor Sam had time to answer.

“‘Yes or no’, what?” asked Freddie, sitting down beside you.

“Nothing!” you exclaimed, along with Carly and Sam.

Freddie clearly decided to ignore the awkward silence. He gave you his signature smile, sitting next to you. It felt like you and the others sat there forever. You decided you had to ask Freddie if he liked you.

You and Freddie stood in front of your apartment door. You turned to him. You were going to find our if Freddie liked you or not.

“Is it okay if I ask you something? I really need some advice,” you said.

Freddie furrowed his eyebrows, and nodded, “Of course.”

“Okay...” you said. “So... there’s this guy. We’ve been friends for a really long time. I really like him, but I’m not sure if he likes me.”

Freddie felt his heart sink with every word you said. He, however, refused to let his feelings interfere with your happiness. You made it very clear that you liked whoever this guy was.

“What do you like about him?” he asked.

You smiled to yourself: “He’s smart, kind, and very funny. Sometimes he’ll give me his jacket even if I’m not cold... or if we’re having a sleepover with our other friends, he go get food in the middle of the night and stay up with me. He also does this really cute thing when he’s counting down from the number five, he doesn’t say ‘one’.”

Slowly, Freddie went from sad to happy at your words. You were talking about him! You liked him! He couldn’t believe it!

“Are you serious? You really like me?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I really do,” you smiled.

“So... does that mean we can go on a date if I ask you?”

You shrugged, “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Freddie laughed, “Okay, then. (YOUR NAME), will you go on a date with me?”

“I would love to, Freddie,” you answered.

Freddie stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You returned the hug with a smile on your face. You knew this relationship with Freddie was going to be an amazing adventure. All because it was going to be with one of your best friends.

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Get Freddie Kingston a Girlfriend 2k17 Part III

part I, part II

A few weeks after Freddie told Peter that she liked bi as a label, the flat sat around the table for dinner. It had been Benedick’s turn to make food and the rest were a bit suspicious. But they reluctantly began eating and found the food if a bit bland, well, at least edible.

“I think I only found one bay leaf in my soup,” Peter said in a fake congratulatory tone, giving Benedick a smirk. “Really, Bro. Just the one. I’m proud.”

“Yeah,” Balthazar agreed, “My bean burger was only half burnt this time.”

“I don’t know,” Fredde said, shrugging. “It wasn’t that bad… For Ben’s cooking.”

“Ha ha,” Benedick said. “You all are sooo funny.”

“Oh, you know we love you, Ben,” Balthazar said. “Just not your cooking so much…”

Benedick harumphed and scowled at Balthazar, who gave a small giggle.

Taking advantage of the lull in the conversation, Freddie cleared her throat and awkwardly got to her feet.

Her flatmates looked up and Peter cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

Freddie met his inquisitive gaze with a determined expression and then turned to Balthazar and Benedick. “Um, guys, there’s something I think I want to tell you. So. Uh I like girls. And I’m bi. And I think having a girlfriend would be cool. So, yeah. That’s all.” She exhaled and sat back down.

“Oh,” Balthazar said. “Nice. Thanks for telling us.”

“Yeah, cool,” she said and shot a nervous glance at Benedick, who sat in his chair with head tilted and brow furrowed. 

“What is it, Ben?” Freddie asked in a wary tone. 

An odd inscrutable expression overtook his face. And then…

“Ooooh. Team Love Gods Part 3!” he crowed. “Operation Get Freddie Kingston a Girlfriend 2k17!″

“Ben!” Freddie yelled, wide-eyed. “Noo!”

“Oh. Uh okay.” He looked over at Freddie. “I just thought…”

At his crestfallen expression, she sighed in exasperation. “Sorry, Ben. I know you just want to help. But I don’t want this–whatever it is, that I’m figuring out–I just want to keep it like chill, you know.”

“Yeah, of course. Whatever you need, Freddie.”

“Thanks, Ben.”

“So…” Balthazar said. “Is there anyone in particular or…?”

Freddie felt her cheeks warming. “I mean, like, you know. Uh lots of girls are pretty so..”

The group laughed.

“Yeah, okay, Freddie,” Peter said with a grin. “You don’t have to spill all your secrets tonight.”

“Whatever, guys,” Freddie said, rolling her eyes.

As the topic of conversation shifted, Freddie looked over at Peter and mouthed thank you. He gave her a slight nod of acknowledgement and then turned to listen to his boyfriend explain the current song he was working on.

“Back again?” 

Freddie sat on a stool at Navarre Bar. She sometimes enjoyed drinking alcohol but right now she wanted a clear head, so she sipped a soda. At Jaquie’s words, she reddened and stammered a reply about liking the atmosphere of the bar. 

From behind the bar, Jaquie eyed Freddie with a perplexed but amused expression. Freddie had been coming to the bar for the past few years but she usually did so when Peter was working. The last few weeks, though, she had been dropping by when Peter was off.

“The atmosphere? You like the atmosphere of the bar,” Jaquie said in a disbelieving tone. “Is it the drunk men who hit on you? Or is it this god-awful music that they won’t let me change? Or maybe you like the cheesy decorations?”

“Well,” Freddie said, drawing herself up and trying to think of something clever to say. “Maybe ‘atmosphere’ isn’t the right word. Maybe I enjoy the company. There are some pretty cool people here. Or, rather, cool person...”

Jaquie cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Are you hitting on me?”

“Uhhhh. Yes? Sorry. Is that weird? I just ummm...” Freddie trailed off, wringing her hands together and looking down at her lap. Then she raised her eyes to Jaquie’s face and blurted, “Do you want to go out with me? We could get a drink... or, well, that’s stupid. You work at a bar, you’re working at a bar right now...”

While Freddie rambled, Jaquie couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. “Yeah,” she said. “I’ll go out with you.”

“Really? Oh, I didn’t expect you to say yes.”

“So I should refuse you now,” Jaquie deadpanned. 

“No, no, no!” Freddie shook her head. “Please, go out with me.”

‘Yeah, alright,” Jaquie said with a laugh. “I didn’t realize you liked girls.”

“Oh, yeah,” Freddie answered. “I’m bisexual. Uh took me a while to figure out, but yeah, I’m bi. Peter was really helpful.” 

“Oh, god. Peter must be insufferable. Did he make all his dumb bi puns?”

“They were horrible,” Freddie said, laughing. 

Jaquie gave a theatrical shudder. “I swear, the first time we hung out he got wasted and would not shut up about bisexuality. And he cackled at his own puns and ignored everyone else. And when he found out I was pan. Ugh. I thought his bi puns were bad. God knows why I hang out with him.”

“Aw, Pete’s a good guy,” Freddie said.

“Yeah, I know,” Jaquie agreed. “So, about this date then. Where you gonna take me?”

“Oh. Well. I haven’t really thought it out yet. Um.” Freddie bit her lip. “How do you feel about amusement parks?”

“Ooooh,” Jaquie said, her eyes lighting up. “Roller coster date! That’s new. Sounds fun.”

“So, are you free next weekend?”

“Actually I’m busy,” Jaquie told her. “Got a hot date with a cute redhead. Says she’s gonna take me to see some rollercoasters.”

Freddie beamed at her. “Oh, really? Well, I can’t imagine your date will be nearly as good as mine. See, I’m going with this amazing girl. She’s so pretty and funny. Doubt your date could measure up to her.”

“You’d be surprised,” Jaquie said, winking. Freddie flushed and Jaquie laughed at her. They gazed at each other with stupid grins and didn’t care that a customer was impatiently waiting for service.

“Sooo...” Peter began. He and Jaquie were working at the bar, but a lack of customers left them with little to do. He stacked some glasses while she wiped down the bar.

At Peter’s fake nonchalant tone, Jaquie narrowed her eyes. “What do you want, Pete.”

“Well,” he said, “What is this I hear about you and a certain flatmate of mine?”

Jaquie felt her cheeks warm and continued to scrub at a certain spot on the bar. “Yeah, Freddie and I are going on a date,” she said with a shrug even as her heart raced. 

“You like her,” Peter taunted, a gleeful grin overtaking his expression. 

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously, I’m happy for you,” he said. “I think you two will be great for each other. And if you want tips for your date, want me to look over your clothes, or if you need any other kinds of tips...” he waggled his eyebrows.

Jaquie mimed retching, not dignifying his words with a spoken response. 

“Ooooh, and you know, Balth and I would love to go on double dates! Oh, we should go bowling!”

“No fucking way.”

Peter only laughed harder. He grabbed her around the waist and whispered, “It’s okay. No need to be defensive, bro. I can tell you really like her.”

“Fine. I’m excited for the date. Happy?” she growled. She pushed him away.

“Yeah. I am happy.” He gave her a satisfied smirk. “And you’ll tell me about how it goes and everything?”

“Why can’t you talk to Freddie? She lives in your flat!” Jaquie let out an exasperated sigh.

Peter gave her puppy-dog eyes. “But I want to know how you think it went.”

“Whatever, sure, I’ll call you.”

“Thanks, Jaquie!” he said with an excited glint in his eyes. 

“Yeah, whatever, dude,” she said and then laughed as he planted a messy kiss on her cheek. “Now, get back to work, you loser.”

She watched him turn back to stacking glasses. Letting her thoughts wander to her date, she couldn’t stop the small grin that her lips formed. Rollercoasters with the gorgeous redhead? Yeah, Jaquie couldn’t wait for the weekend. 

part IV

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fuck I miss Venom already

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Running gag where Hol Horse is perpetually terrified of Avdol in AUs where he befriends the Crusaders (after the Hanged Man arc) because no one bothered to explain how he survived the headshot and now he thinks he's a vampire or something.

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So after all that talk about wanting to fight the Exorcists and that she and the boys had come up with some plan to fight back, Velvette ends up hiding in a bunker with them during the day of the Extermination to watch the chaos unfold without lifting a finger to fight?

Was she... planning to rile up the other Overlords into fighting the Exorcists, which would very likely cost their lives? Which would then leave territories and positions of power open for the Vees to take over.

Backbone of the Vees indeed.

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Eyyyy I've been looking forward to your review! (Also sorry about your cat being a gremlin :') there was no way to like ctrl-Z it?)

This ended up super long winded so I'll put this under a cut too

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Yeah I'm quite sure Karaiya isn't gone just yet and they might have to deal with him again. But at least Petsounds is okay! And is no longer in danger of being stolen and exploited for his power again, even if he can't use his ability anymore. Now Hol can return him to his owner like he promised he would :3 provided he doesn't die-

We definitely don't still have all the answers yet, like how Petsounds was stolen or where Thoth is. Really hope we get more plot out of CDDH, I don't want it to enddddd. At this point it still feels a little... unsatisfactory. Like there's more to the story that it's not giving us right now but I'm still holding out hope. I know Kadono is a good writer, even if I don't agree with his interpretation of certain characters in PHF.

Here's a funny story XD So when I heard about SDC for the first time, I imagined a completely different person to be the Emperor. The last thing I expected was this silly cowboy with a funky name and just

G U N

And now I cannot imagine Emperor without thinking about Hol Horse

I do think Araki did his research when creating the Tarot Stand Users! I noticed Hol Horse embodying traits from the reversed version of the Emperor card when I was researching the tarot. I also don't really have much understanding of it myself but all the sites I've gone to pretty much say the same thing. He also shows more of the positive traits of the Emperor when he's acting more heroic! Especially in CDDH.

I also really like N'Doul so I've been fixated on him, and as Geb's user his power actually fits him perfectly! There's even less information about Egyptian gods cards. If those even exist... XD but with the god himself, water is also a part of the earth so Geb being a water Stand is not contradictory at all. Geb is also known to be associated with snakes, and the way N'Doul attacks by listening to vibrations and using Geb to attack his foes is very snakelike. Geb also acts like a snake when it's moving about. I think Araki wrote that intentionally. He did so much research for part 3!

I didn't know that about the Lovers though! That's really interesting to learn. (I also thought the dialogue meant Hol wanted to team up with Steely Dan and not J. Geil. Your explanation makes more sense XD)

Also to be fair, Enyaba thought her son was a sweet boy with a pure soul so her interpretation is probably wayyyyy off. It would explain why she's so bitter towards Hol.

I'm like 70% sure Hol will be okay but I'm still so nervous aaaaaaa- I think I will scream if he legit gets shot

There is one small detail I noticed that I really really love

When Hol was hanging off the edge, his first reaction to seeing Ryoko was "oh hey you're okay!!" and not "HELP ME OH MY GOD" (which would have been a completely understandable reaction XD) He really cares for her safety above his own and just... hghghgh my heart why is he so sweet-

Also in Ryoko's defence, she doesn't know about what Hol had been through :') just as how Hol still doesn't know about her connection to Kakyoin.

Side note, with some of the past villains appearing in flashbacks... if we get to see N'Doul I will probably have a heart attack and die instantly but I'll die happy XDD I don't think he'll show up with the story approaching an end but it would be so great

I actually already wrote a lengthy review of CDDH Chapter 14, but somehow my cat managed to press the back button and I lost 30 minutes worth of writing.

Anyway, under the cut, just in case it’s a spoiler to someone.

Keep reading

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LOOK WHAT I HAVE

MY SON

He's gorgeous and perfect I love him