#fyi just my opinions ❤

[melis-writes]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lNEbUqEbUG0

Hi! I was wondering what your opinion is of these deleted scenes? I’ve seen some people claim they prove that Michael truly loved Apollonia and never stopped loving her, but I’m not really sure what to think anymore 😅 (especially since I’ve come to realize that the people who claim this tend to glorify Michael and hate on Kay unfairly, plus your recent posts criticizing Michael and Apollonia’s relationship have been making sense to me). Curious to know your thoughts!

Ah yes. 😂 The only thing these scenes prove to me is who Michael Corleone really is. This isn't revenge for Apollonia, it's revenge for Michael. 💀 Michael would never let Fabrizio or anyone for that matter get away at an attempt on his life, let alone a daydream if he found out about it, ya know? It's the same thing with one of the reasons why Michael killed Fredo. Even if Michael loved his brother to death, letting Fredo live would be a sign of weakness and Michael's enemies would gain from this. At the end of the day, Michael's a mobster and they always get revenge and payback. There's no expiration date for that to them. 😅 This is really bare minimum for Michael lmao.

Truly if it was revenge for Apollonia why wasn't she mentioned? Why wasn't a photograph of her looked at? 🤔 Apollonia's death was sadly just collateral damage if you really think about it. Knowing Michael's a cold, cruel mafioso and wanted revenge on Fabrizio for years for trying to kill him (never mentioning "my wife died, I need revenge for her" in any way), I think it's just another reach and you'll see a lot of those because there is again no proof Michael ever "loved" Apollonia. 💀 There is however plenty of proof he was extremely attracted to her, aroused by her, lusted for her and wanted to "possess" her which is for sure, but Mario Puzo mentions Michael "loved" two things: he loved his father (Vito) and he loved Kay.

I also think Apollonia's character and the whole Sicily arc is important in the film/book and very interesting. I've nothing against it or her character, but I really am not going to say I ship a teenager and grown ass, bored/horny Michael Corleone who have nothing in common let alone any proof Apollonia was even attracted/in "love" with Michael. 👁👁

Michael was a rich, powerful man who came from a rich, powerful family that Apollonia's father especially mentioned... The topic is always about "Michael loved Apollonia" but never "Apollonia loved Michael". 🤨🤔 Because homegirl didn't lol, she loved the freedom and money. Not that I blame her at all but it's really apparent lmao.

Just as you mentioned, some who glorify Michael x Apollonia viciously hate on Kay for all the weirdest reasons and it's always so malicious. You can love Apollonia and what she and Michael had without... you know... saying some of the most vile shit about Kay who can't be compared to Apollonia at all, really. 😬

There is no other person in The Godfather other than Vito Corleone himself who wanted the best for Michael, genuinely loved and cared for him like Kay Adams did. That's why I highly recommend reading the book because their relationship is so beautiful, their love is raw and real and their trust and honesty is strong with one another. ❤ Not to mention they have their happy ending. If that existed with Michael and Apollonia (eh... the age gap needs to change too), I'd feel the same for that ship.

Just the way I view it, especially having read/analyzed the book and the film it's what I think! ❤ These are just my opinions.

[ominosus]

bruises and quiet aches — ominis gaunt x fem!reader x sebastian sallow Part I

Oh sweet lord, here's another one. Let me know what you think of it?? Also, I could make this a naughty one... or I can just glaze over the topic(s)... Opinions????

plot summary: older ominis gaunt x fem!reader x Sebastian sallow (fyi, Sebastian will appear in part two – uuuugh!!! I know... how evil of me to drag it out)

The boys and you had fallen out of touch after Hogwarts. Why? Well, tensions were building and it came to a point where it looked as if you would potentially have to choose one of them. Refusing to, you chose none, leaving them behind in the hopes that their friendship would last, even if you had to sacrifice your part in it. Now, during your travels through Hogwarts, you find your road leading back to them. Unable to hide from them forever, and in need of help, you're forced to their doorsteps.

warnings: recommended 18+ but nothing explicit in this one, mentions of blood and pain from wounds, somewhat angsty, swearwords, slow burn

Part II here❤︎

”The Hero of Hogwarts!” a student called out as you walked rather crossly through a corridor heading towards Professor Weasley’s office. The student arose from where he sat next to his friend in an alcove by the windows. Since you weren’t slowing down, he jogged quickly towards you. His pale blonde hair falling across his face. ”Hang on…” he uttered behind you. You had tried to bury the title after you graduated, but it stuck with you almost everywhere you went. Once you were in the deep deserts of Morocco and someone still managed to call you The Hero of Hogwarts. You tried quite hard to work incognito, but it didn’t pan out as often as you’d like it to. 

After Hogwarts you began working as a curse-breaker. A rather straining and gruesome job, but it suited your lifestyle. It allowed you the freedom to travel across the world seeking sources of ancient magic. This way you could make a living on the road, a rather good one at that. Many wanted to stay as far away from anything remotely linked to dark magic and curses – and were willing to pay for it. This time around you were traveling through the highlands of your home, as you did every now and then. You had to return to your old school to make sure the repository was safe and sound, always carrying it with you in your mind – never being able tread too far for too long. Hogwarts always welcomed you with open arms every time you came around. Initially wanting you to stay and teach there, keeping you close.

The student now jumped in front of you, making you sigh heavily. ”What do you want?” you spoke, irritated yet slightly amused at his resolve. Other students looked at you earnestly as they walked by, whispering to each other. The student in front of you had an intriguing look about him, one eye being dark brown while the other was pale grey. It made you think of an old friend of yours that you hadn’t spoken to in a while, which made you feel slightly ashamed. A crimson colour quickly painted your cheeks as memories flooded back to you. You coughed to yourself, shaking your head, trying to pull yourself away from them. The student looked smug in front of you, happy with himself for stopping you in your tracks. ”The troll slayer!” he added, almost singing. You sighed, tilting your head at him, now restless. ”You have 5 seconds.” you spoke, looking at him, making him raise his eyebrows hurriedly. ”Oh- I just wanted to tell you that I find you and your work madly alluring… Say, what specific area of magic is it that you work with now again?” he asked, swaying on his words. You sensed by the tone of his voice that his question hid ulterior motives. ”Shouldn’t you know that if you find me and my work madly alluring?” you countered, looking at him. ”You need to do your homework, mister…” you paused, not knowing his name. ”Grindelwald.” he spoke, proudly. ”Ah.” you uttered. ”Forgive him.” a voice spoke from behind you. ”He does admire you.” the voice added, softly. ”He just wanted to let you know he existed. That’s all.” he finished, throwing his friend under the bus. 

You couldn’t help but smile at them. They reminded you of two boys you knew when you were their age, running around these halls, sitting by the same windows. ”I see.” you spoke. ”And what about you then?” you asked his friend. ”Albus Dumbledore, at your service.” he answered. ”If you would ever need me.” he added, smiling sheepishly at you. Ah, a Dumbledore, you thought to yourself. ”Your name precedes you.” you spoke, looking at him. ”As does yours.” he countered. Touché… you thought. ”It seems it does.” you answered, pulling at your own grin before shaking your head. ”OH! There you are y/l/n!” professor Weasley called out to you from the other side of the corridor, waving you in. You felt as if you were a student again – up to no good. Standing with the young cheeky students made you miss your former trio. A fluttering warm wave washed over you as the entire scenery brought you back. ”Grindelwald, Dumbledore… back to your studies at once!” she added, sternly. You looked at the two boys standing beside you with a knowing look. ”I’d do as she says if I were you… I know what happens if you don’t.” you whispered to them, making them grin at you before you walked towards her. ”I worried something might’ve happened!” professor Weasley told you as you got closer. Some things just never changed. 

Professor Sharp and Professor Weasley always helped you gather intel on potential locations for ancient magic – including a new one relatively close to Hogwarts. Sharp also provided you with how many free potions you’d ever need – whatever potions you'd ever need, no questions asked. Needless to say, you used that to your advantage... You had an inkling he knew you weren't always using them for laborious reasons. No one needed that much Murtlap essence, but he never objected.

They wanted to help you as much as they could, knowing you were the last keeper they knew of, but making the safety of the repository a shared effort nonetheless. After having stayed at Hogwarts for a couple days, roaming through the caves beneath the castle, you visited their next scouting, an old ruin deserted by time further up north. Apparently it had been a well-known fortress belonging to a regal line of Slytherins some centuries ago. Apparent to say, since the fortress was now a ruin, that line existed no more. 

You’d gotten used to hazardous environments during your search for magic and with each source you extracted you could feel the magic within you grow stronger, coursing through your veins, as if illuminating every vessel. There was a certain ecstasy that always ensued. You felt lighter yet more unyielding with every added surge.

As you weaseled yourself out of the cracks of the cave beneath the ruin you whimpered to yourself. You muttered a neat line of curse words as you clasped your hand above an open wound on your lower waist. You’d gotten snagged by yet another statue that had come to life, defending the dungeons of the fortress that existed no more. You hadn't felt the pain when it happened, as you were whirling from your new magical high. You tried wiggenweld potion, but it merely helped at all this time. Pouring dittany straight on it felt like a thousand needles piercing through your skin before it gave you a short and ever so slight ease of the pain . This was a a wound caused by dark magic. ”Brilliant…” you huffed to yourself. That will leave a lovely bruise, you thought, rather sarcastically, before looking out across the countryside billowing in front of you. There was a familiar, murky forest down at the horizon that hid an old friend of yours that you knew were an apt auror and, as much as it pained you to admit it, brilliant healer. You groaned to yourself, feeling a nervous pit widen in your stomach. You knew you’d get affected by your visit to Hogwarts and being so close to his house. There’s no time like the present to stop avoiding the past, you sighed to yourself as you looked down at your wound before conjuring up your broom. 

You didn’t dare to fly into the garden of the estate, not knowing what defensive charms were lurking, only knowing that there probably was plenty and then some. Deciding to land a bit further from the large manor peaking through the wild forest you had some time to question your decision as you moved closer on the graveled road. As you got to the large black gates your stomach churned, willing you to turn back. Your wound cried for you to move forward but your brain begged you to turn back and just as you felt the strongest urge to get on your broom again, the gates opened. You hated to admit it, but you were nervous, and it felt as if the gates knew that by mocking you an easy entrance. So, rather defiantly, you straightened your pose and walked confidently through them. ”Thank you…” you mumbled to whatever force it was that let you inside. As you walked through the gates, the hedges seemed to creep closer to you. There were trees on either side and as you passed them, white flowers blossomed.

There were two forces within you: one that wanted to sprint towards the glossy black doors of the manor that hovered over you and another that wanted to sprint in the opposite direction never to return. The former force managed to get you up the stairs, pulling your hand upp – making it float mid air next to the doors. You felt your stomach churn more aggressively, feeling slightly more nauseous this time.  Biting down hard you willed your hand forward. 

Thump, thump, thump… 

The sound of you knocking against the door echoed through the garden that seemed equally as observant of you as you were of it. You looked back at the perfectly shaped trees and hedges, feeling as if something would jump at you. ”Yes?” a low and rusty voice spoke, startling you. ”Merlin.” you muttered, catching your heart in your throat as you looked at the now open door.  Looking down you saw an old house elf peering up at you, waiting patiently for you to speak. ”Oh.” you mumbled. ”Right.” you added. ”Is… Ominis home?” you asked, quietly, as if afraid he could somehow hear you even if it was his estate you had wandered onto. The elf looked at you skeptically, eyeing the small stream of blood running down the fabric of your trousers from your waist. You pulled your cape closer to you. ”Who may I say is asking for master?” the elf asked. You tensed slightly. ”y/n…” you spoke quietly, before adding ”y/l/n.” The elf gave you one slow bow before waving his finger in the air, closing the door on you. You were faced by your own reflection in the perfectly polished black lacquer of the doors. You probably looked a bit disheveled, not that you minded, but at this moment you felt unusually aware of yourself, even if you knew he couldn’t necessarily see you. 

The manor was large. You had always tried to imagine it. You thought it would be bathed in all things malicious, gloomy and dark; snakes crawling up the facades, eerie creatures scattered across the lawn, but it was tidy and rather beautiful. You had heard via a shared contact of yours that he’d inherited it after his parents passed away. There was certainly a certain mystery to it, something that lingered underneath the surface, but it didn’t feel gruesome. You allowed your eyes to travel across the garden once again, looking at the neat wildness of it all. Suddenly the doors opened again, much slower this time. You felt your heart skip a beat. As you turned around you gaped a little as your eyes landed on the lean looking young man standing in front of you. He’d grown tall; his shoulders broader than you remembered them to be and his hair slightly longer. He was looking extremely dapper, dressed in a navy suit with a matching vest and a white shirt that hugged his arms nicely. His fog-laced eyes looked towards where you were standing with a rather concerned look on his face. You were to lost in the trance of seeing him for the first time in years that you didn’t notice the wand pointing threateningly at you, but when you did your hands flew up slightly. ”Woah - It’s me.” you spoke quickly, looking at his wand. You understood his confusion. You hadn’t talked in several years. ”y/n?” he asked, quietly, furrowing his eyebrows as he lowered his wand. ”Surpriiise…” you almost sang, very quietly, trying to ease some of the tension, failing rather miserably. Ominis’ frown deepened. A meagre and thin laugh left your lips as you sought comfort looking down at the doorsteps instead of his face. You saw that you had begun to bleed out beneath you now, droplets of crimson falling from your cape. Suddenly you tensed up, pulling in a sharp breath at the feeling of his hand grazing your chin, making you both freeze. His eyebrows quivered slightly at you pulling back at first, but then you froze at the look of him gazing towards you – trying to find an anchor, trying to see you. He almost looked sad. He looked as if a million questions bubbled up within his mind and you felt guilty being the common denominator of them all. It made your heart ache more than your open wound. You watched as his face contorted somewhat before his thumb traced your cheeks, jaw – softly moving against the corner of your lips, making your heart contract – and eventually his fingers moved above the bridge of your nose – he slowly brushed upwards, caressing your eyebrow, tenderly. The feeling of his hand on you made you forget to breathe entirely until your lungs clawed for air, making you inhale sharply. Your body had become somewhat of a puddle where you stood. You cursed yourself for your reaction to feeling his hands on you again. He swayed you so easily. Ominis looked conflicted, which deepened the guilt growing in the pit of your stomach. His hands slowly retreated – making you miss their touch instantly, which made you feel even more guilty. 

”Where have you been?” he asked quietly. He sounded like a strict parent, disappointed at their unruly child. A cheap, thin grin grew on your lips as you looked down at his shiny shoes instead of looking at him. ”I’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner.” you answered quietly, knowing he didn’t really care where you’d been, but why you’d gone quiet on them. You really struggled to look at him and you were thankful he was blind so that he couldn’t see the full capacity of your shame, but you knew he was aware of it, being more capable than most, with or without sight. You peeked up at him only to be met by a rather stern look. ”And why didn’t you?” he asked, inviting you to further explain yourself, since he thought you owed him that, to say the very least. You pulled your lips into a thin line, sighing heavily. Fair enough, you thought to yourself while simultaneously cursing yourself for your own behavior. You hoped you could buy yourself some more time – so that he could perhaps, hopefully, warm up a little to the fact that you just popped into his life again on a random Thursday. ”Would it, perhaps… be possible to answer that question while you patch me up?” you asked, sheepishly – trying to play at his heartstrings. Ominis’ frown deepened. ”I’m bleeding all over your patio.” you added quietly, looking down at the dark red droplets on the stone beneath you. ”You’re what?” he asked, furrowing his brows even deeper. You looked at him, standing so close to you, yet feeling so far away. You wished you could reach out to him, tug him closer by hist vest, place his hands on your face again. You could hear your heart pounding slightly faster as your cheeks burned gently redder. ”I’m bleeding on your patio.” you repeated, softly, still looking at him. 

[frannyzooey]

Hi Kelli! Tumblr errored out while I was sending this the first time so I think it didn’t go through but if you did in fact already get this feel free to ignore the duplicate! (Damn you, tumblr)

I really appreciated reading your thoughts on age gap a little while ago and had a follow up question for you. What are your thoughts on the idea I see circulating sometimes that age gap fics are alienating to folks who don’t want to read them or feel like they can’t identify with it? I never see myself as “reader” personally, but I know some folks do and would never want to perpetuate a problem or make anyone’s experience in fandom less cozy or welcoming. It’s definitely something that makes me nervous to post any of my writing (even the majority non-age gap stuff) especially in the Pedro fandom space, and I know the argument that everyone curates their own space and can choose not to read something probably applies here, but it still makes me hesitate.

I did not get this ask the first time! *shakes fist at tumblr*

FYI: the other ask, for reference ❤

So, I have not come across this particular sentiment but I have seen my fair share of hate on age gap for various reasons, and I wanna touch on a couple things in this ask because you are being so brilliantly vulnerable sending it in ❤

First off: the main thing I write is age gap: Weeknights, In the Dark, The Secret, Dave/Nanny, Dave/Intern, SDLN. Now let me tell you something else: I am 38 years old.

You would think that I wouldn't be able to identify myself in those stories because of my age: I'm not in college, I'm not in my 20's, I'm not some young, pretty thing. I also don't want to envision myself as a younger person, I also have nothing against aging and it's not because I secretly loathe older women.

It's the dynamic.

In truth, I find them soothing/cathartic to write about/read because they describe something that was missing for me at not only that age, but to some extent now as well: care.

To read about a situation in which an older person cares for and desires the younger one: that is something I seek out because I like it. I'm soothed by it, it's my favorite daydream, it's a situation that I have always been drawn to. I have always been attracted to someone experienced in the ways of the world taking care of me, in whatever form that takes shape in.

Will everyone in the fandom find it soothing? No. In fact, some might be triggered by it, or have their own life experiences that tell them it's inherently wrong, or like you stated above, for whatever reason they just don't identify with the desire to read about it.

However - I do. I'm not everyone, and I get that, but I write (and consume) for me, and for (hopefully) others who are like me to enjoy.

The act of sharing your work is a very vulnerable thing, and to pair that with posts about how some people will never be able to identify with the things you want to write about in a very shame filled manner of speech makes it even more scary, and I get that.

I really do, I've felt it and it’s a hard thing to have to see and feel.

However, in order to post online in any fandom, you sort of just have to say "self, this is important to me, so fuck it."

They can read it, or they can not: that's up to them. If they don't identify with it, then they can go seek out other media that they do identify with. If they don't like it, that's not on you. There are plenty of stories in which I don't identify with the reader for various reasons, but I either enjoy the fics for different aspects of the story, or I scroll on by.

I have a lot of opinions/theories on why people make posts like that but I won't bore you - at the end of the day, you create the content you want to consume, and don't let anyone make you feel bad about it. ❤

[wackybuddiemewbs]

Um. Eddie DID ghost Buck. Buck even uses that exact word when he calls Eddie out about it. After the lawsuit, when Buck returns to work, Eddie refuses to speak to him. He barely looks at him. When he does say anything, he's rude, he's snappish. And THAT is because Eddie is a selfish sonofabitch. He didn't really care about what Buck was going through, kept telling everyone else that in his opinion Buck was throwing a self-pity party, and he was ONLY pissed because he couldn't use Buck as a babysitter or sounding board or for bail money. What show are y'all even fucking watching?

Hi,

I watch 911 on Fox, cool show this. Thanks for asking!

♪(´▽｀)

Just from the get-go, I'm really not in the fandom to get involved in arguments of that kind. I neither have the energy nor the nerve for it, really. And I guess I'm actually already too fandom-old for it.

o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

If that's your reading of it, though, that's your reading of it. So really, no reason to get upset, anon. It's all cool. I don't judge. That's how fandom is supposed to work. You have your interpretation, I have mine. And isn't that actually really great?

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It appears to me like you don't enjoy Eddie's character very much (which again, is fine, people like the characters they like). So my suggestion to you would be to ignore or block tags and accounts that make you this upset, judging by your ask. I can't imagine that this sparks a lot of joy.

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Just so that you know, I'm a fan of Buck and Eddie and their relationship, so looking at my posts will likely not serve your interests very much, I'm afraid. My reading differs very much from yours, judging by your ask, so I'm not exactly sure what you seek to find either in my posts or in my replies that may satisfy that need you have. In which case, feel free to block me. Fandom's supposed to be fun after all.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Also, just FYI, the post you're referring to was certainly not intended as some deep-reaching meta. I'm a casual watcher who adores those two firefighters and bisasters at work, that's no secret. I just ramble on, so people shouldn't expect me to do serious literary analysis, for it is neither my intention nor purpose. I had enough of that at uni. I just ship'em. Hard.

(❤ ω ❤)

Now, in reply to what you're saying (since you asked and I like to ramble), here's my two cents:

Granted, there might be a point to be made about Eddie keeping his distance, following the lawsuit. So my interpretation in that post on him not ever ghosting Buck in any capacity may have been a bit exaggerated or oversimplified. But again, I was not doing serious analysis.

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Though I will have to point out that just because Buck says he feels ghosted, doesn't mean he was ghosted the same way Abby's done it, for instance. It is his interpretation and his feelings that he voices to Eddie. Those are not absolute truths, that's simply his truth.

There was undoubtedly a rift between them after the lawsuit, but considering how it really didn't take them that long to move on from it (argument and resolution, if I remember correctly, are wrapped up in the course of one episode), it wasn't that big after all. Or rather, their mutual care and love quickly overruled any of those negative emotions.

In that same vain, I think the true tragedy of this situation between the two lies in the very fact that they are upset that the other's ghosting them in some shape or form. The lawsuit prevented Buck from talking to Eddie, though he would have needed his friend in those troubling times. And Buck needed Eddie just as much. They are afraid of being ghosted and somehow end up ghosting the other, for a multitude of reasons. But the main takeaway remains that they eventually find their way back together and literally embrace.

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However, I very much disagree with the notion of Eddie being selfish (or the words that you used to that effect). There's really nothing in his character that indicates that, in my opinion. To give just one example, Eddie showed up when Buck was feeling down (see wake up call scene). He didn't need Buck as a babysitter. Eddie figured Buck was feeling alone, so he made sure he wasn't (you know, ghosted), by making him babysit. Because Christopher would keep him company and Buck genuinely likes spending time with Christopher. Because he loves that boy. And Eddie knows that. He entrusts his son into his friend's care, before and after the tsunami. Are those the acts of a selfish person? Methinks not.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

On a similar note, Eddie found himself in a very troubling situation, too. It wasn't just Buck who was going through a rough time. His wife died in an accident, he had to tell his son who'd just gotten her back that she's gone forever now. Christopher was having nightmares after the tsunami and Eddie felt helpless in providing his son with what he needs (something he's vowed to himself to do). He was grieving and facing some of his insecurities later voiced by him about how he wasn't enough (very similar to Buck, parallels much, by the way).

So could he have come at it a little differently (at the grocery store, being rather distant upon Buck's return)? In an ideal world, sure. But in an ideal world, Buck and Bobby never would have had that kind of fallout to begin with either, because they would have discussed these things. There wouldn't have been a lawsuit. In an ideal world, Buck would have come at it differently, too.

But the characters are all human and are depicted as such. Because it is no perfect world they live in. They fail at communication. They snap, they shout, they see no other way but to file a lawsuit to no longer be alone, no matter the costs, they stay silent, maybe because they don't want to lose control again, you know? Like, make of the lawsuit arc what you will, it does a good job at showing how a lack of communication or miscommunication can have dire consequences.

So sure, it can be said that Buck felt like Eddie was ghosting him in some capacity, following his return after the lawsuit. But I just keep thinking about those what ifs, and if Buck had found himself in a tough spot for some reason, whatever shape or form, even if the two had still been at odds, there's really no doubt in my mind that Eddie would have been there. Because he cares and loves Buck.

Now, that's nothing you can prove, really. For that, we got fanfiction. It is my reading of the scenes. However, given the fact that Eddie was quick to forgive him for the lawsuit and was actually much more upset about not having been able to talk to Buck, spend time with Buck, be with Buck, tells the story of a man who was desperate to have his partner back.

And oh, oh, doesn't that sound familiar when it comes to Buck?

The point being, my reading of most of this argument is that we see two different reactions to the same deeply felt need and desire for that other person to be there, both fuelled by insecurities, grief, and a great deal of poor communication.

To me, it doesn't show bad guys and good guys, it shows people trying their best and failing, it shows people struggling with their own hardships, their own emotions and insecurities, sometimes blinding them to what's going on around them, it shows how radio silence is never the solution, and how, in the end, what they really need is each other. Which, in itself, is a beautiful message, if anyone asked me.

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And I guess that at this point, I have bored half the fandom to death with this overlong rambling, which is why I will stop now.

I hope you find what you're seeking in fandom, anon!

Cheers!

[dreamwritesimagines]

so, am i supposed to be studying for a psychology exam tomorrow….? yes. do i feel like it? absolutely not. so i will compromise and study for one theme, then read a chapter of once a year. chapter 6 let’s go!!!

right off the bat, smiling ben barnes. i already feel blessed! he has such a blinding smile, and the way his eyes crinkle when he’s smiling bright??? cute stuff

skittles is so repulsed by the mere thought of having to invest time and energy into planing a wedding and it is so funny. i just imagine her, slack-jawed scrolling down an endless document, with equal parts disgust and horror, getting more and more concerned. the imagery is *chef’s kiss*

her first reaction to her fiancé coming home is literally ‘i don’t care if it’s 11 in the morning, i’m getting shitfaced’ and honey if that doesn’t tell you all you need to know about who you should be spending the rest of your life with…..

skittles 🤝 me

being in awe of frank’s taste for women. that’s all. i love you karen.

‘i’m not trying to replace anybody’ oh my heart, she’s lovely. an angel amongst us mortals.

karen literally clocking everyone on their bullshit is that one friend we all need. the points at the ring and goes ‘so you’re literally engaged and you think only about your childhood best friend, who also has a girlfriend? not tryna tell you anything about yourself but kinda. open your eyes you blind bitch’

‘you should see us together, there’s nothing there’ BABES, SKITTLES DARLING, you’re so full of shit. you were literally ready to lick him up and down when he took off his shirt. stop lying to yourself.

skittles comparing her and billy’s relationship as annoying siblings and karen being like ‘you’re in love and lack communication skills, you imbecile. do you ever see siblings sabotaging eachother’s weddings???? no, i don’t think so’

the skittles story again omg, my heart is so full

mr. lewis’s little condescending and patronizing ass can rot in hell 🥰

HOLLY YOU MOTHERFUCKER 🤬 LEAVE SKITTLES ALONE YOU FUCKING SLUG FACED BITCH

‘i just threatened to disembowel someone’ you should’ve threatened to do much worse if you want my opinion but to each their own

‘i thought i’d meet you earlier, back there’ krista, you asshole, you’ll want to exile yourself to the other end of the world because skittles is gonna want to pull out every bone in your body to then whack you with them. just fyi.

skittles is ready to go to war, and she knows how to play. krista, you can’t compete with someone who has known billy for more than 10 years, not that you could either if you’d have known him for that long

many emotions make good distractions from school work hehe! love ya!

Omg honeeey, make sure to study though! ❤😂 I refuse to be like a bad influence or something😂

Skittles was so ready to just go to Las Vegas and Carter probably said no 😂

LOLLLL FRANK'S TASTE IN WOMEN 😂❤ Exactlyyy! Skittles is like "How does he even...?" 😂

Karen knew they were in love even before she spent time with them together 😂

She's so in ✨denial✨

Lolll she's new to threatening people after all 😂

"skittles is gonna want to pull out every bone in your body to then whack you with them" This is hilarious omg I'm dying😂😂

Skittles will have nooo mercy 😈😈😈

You're amazing honeeeey, thank you so much I LOVE THIS! ❤❤❤

[melis-writes]

"Michael became a cold hearted, ruthless Don and got involved in the family business/mafia because of Apollonia's death" I will never believe this shit lmfao. 😭 Are we just gonna forget this man shot Sollozzo and a police captain without blinking an eye??? He was a cold hearted, cruel bastard from the start. I promise you a 17 year old didn't change the trajectory of Mr. Michael Corleone's entire life 💀