#get her away from children asap and forever

[nirambles]

hey hey hey

is it bad to plan to ruin someone's career if they objectively and obviously suck at their job (repeatedly proven) (very real)

[twoastricts]

Here's some art of Hornet in a special outfit, it's the type of outfit a Deepphid would only wear to a party, festival, ceremony, diplomatic meeting with a foreign power, etc. It's also the type of outfit only nobles can get their hands on.

This was supposed to be a simple peice. This was just meant to be me solidifying the outfit for a comic I was drawing. It lead to me erasing the entire comic and deciding the completely rework Hornet's entire place in Project:Waffle. Basically, discard anything I said about Hornet, except for the post about the Grimm Troupe.

Okay, so this is the post about Hornet

Growing up, Hornet ALWAYS wanted to meet her father, but Herrah never let her, as she didn't like the idea of the bug that murdered his children being a major influence in Hornet's life, though young Hornet was a child who didn't understand that. After begging and prodding and petitioning her mother for YEARS, Herrah decided that Hornet could meet her father, though only for a day and under Herrah's supervision.

So that happens and Hornet and PK IMMEDIATELY kick it off, PK (who I characterize as being REALLY protective to ANYONE he considered family (he only really was weird with Hollow cause he spent the entire time lying to himself that, "You don't care for them, they have no mind, or thoughts, or will, you can't possibly care for them," because he knew the MOMENT he admitted to caring for them he would be unable to go through with the plan, and, in his mind, doom the kingdom. That's WHY PK found another option to stop the Radiance, the White Lady, who also was trying and failing, though failing much harder, to not care, basically backed him into a corner and got him to admit to her and himself that he cared for Hollow, and now suddenly the whole plan needs to be thrown out the window)) is ecstatic to be able to bond, even if just for a bit, with his daughter, and spends the time he has with her to be the BEST dad he could be. (The White Lady describes PK as a great father when he's trying to be one, and a terrible father when he's trying to be a king.)

He and Hornet spend the time playing tag, and he teaches her a popular Hallownest board game, which he gives a copy of to her to take home, and Hornet is having the time of her life! It's everything she hoped for and MORE.

This causes her to bug Herrah even more to go meeting him again. Over time, this routine of sending Hornet to the White Palace for a week every year, though she goes with some retainers who keep a close eye on her and PK, Herrah's orders.

While at the palace, Hornet tries VERY hard to get Hollow to do, something, anything really, talk, blink, smile, acknowledge that Hornet's even there. Hornet knows of the plan for a long time, she's just a CHILD who can't really understand it at all.

Eventually, as the infection keeps getting worse and both Hallownest and Deepnest decide 1. That Hallownest needs to focus on the Vessel's training. 2. That Hornet needs to train and be prepared for queen ship ASAP. 3. That it's not profitable for either of those 2 goals to keep sending her to the White Palace for a week every year. 4. It's probably not safe to send her over to the palace every year anymore. So she stops getting sent over there.

Years later, the infection suddenly disappears, atleast in Deepnest's perspective, without the plan being enacted and with no word from Hallownest about what happened. Now, everyone really wants to know: what happened? Why did the infection disappear? Is it gone forever or only a bit? Why did Hallownest seemingly change plans and decide to not tell ANYONE about it? Why has Hallownest decided to change plans? Is the Radiance dead? Is she just sealed away? What will happen to the infected? To the shaky alliance between Hallownest and Deepnest that only arose to combat the infection? What are the consequences of how the infection was dealt with? And so many more, but Herrah also recognizes that, if this reprieve is only temporary, she can't waste time going on a diplomatic mission when she could be rebuilding her kingdom, so she sends Hornet on the mission (it's why she's wearing the outfit) instead, along with some escorts.

There is around when I think the story starts, Hornet appearing in the White Palace for the first time in years to ask what the fuck is going on.

Her character arch I'm currently thinking of is trying to stop the supreme awkwardness between her parents while relearning to have fun again. (This may or may not be inspired from a song by AJR, shut up, okay?)

[phantasmagorianfantasy]

Freak Next Door: Part 1

Read Part 2

Read Part 3

18+ only! Josh x OFC

Some Jon Bernthal goodness for a character I don't see a lot of fanfiction about. Sharp Stick was quite a movie, and those scenes now live rent free in my mind forever. Even if Josh was a loser.

Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism

@grippingbeskar This is YOUR fault. I am working on two different pieces right now, and you have been a muse. Thanks!

This is the first part I have written for a Sharp Stick fanfiction which will be inspired by this post by @chellestrash. I think Josh is pretty much a fuckboy of a character, but I would love to see someone torture him. In the fun ways. More to come ASAP - just getting my sea legs.

Comments welcome! Thank you!

Updated June 22nd

Josh stared open-mouthed out of the window. He had been doing this for days now - he'd wake up, say goodbye to his wife before she took the kids to daycare and climb back into the guest-room bed, sitting up against the headboard.

This window gave Josh a perfect view into his neighbor's bedroom. A room with a view, he mused.

After his last stunt with the babysitter, he was still in the dog house, and he had been relegated to the extra room on the opposite side of their home. Married, but in the same purgatory he had found himself in previously. Josh felt his heart clench as he thought about how that last affair had ended.

That wasn't his fault, though. There had been a lot of pressure on him, and with Heather the way she was... Still. He really hadn't meant for any of that to happen.

How long had it been? It must have been two years now.

Such a fuck up...he thought to himself, guilt filling every sense. In this moment, he even considered stopping, not going through with his new ritual, saving some sort of semblance of honor and decency for the mother of his children. But the memory of their first meeting always tugged him back into the filth and away from any honorable thought or intention.

Josh had first met her at a community barbecue down the street. He swallowed hard, running a hand lazily along his chest as he remembered her in that checkered blue and white bathing suit top, still wet from the pool. She had a smile that could dazzle, and he loved how her eyes crinkled at the sides when she threw her head back when she laughed. Josh remembered how he had unconsciously eyed the fabric clinging to her body, to every single curve.

Josh closed his eyes, thinking of the sweat that languidly dripped down her neck into the valley of her breasts as the sun shone gold through the wisps of her blond hair. He imagined himself running a tongue through that trail and a shudder ran through him.

Josh groaned, the self-depricating thoughts at war with the growing arousal in his stomach. That day... he remembered that woman's delicate fingers picking up a strawberry from the buffet table and sinking it in between her lips in a way he felt was meant for him. Her eyes were boring into him, this tight 30-year-old shamelessly making eye contact with him as her red lips pursed against the curve of the berry. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back as her teeth sank into the fruit. A small trail of juice had eeked out of the corner of her mouth. He had been halfway through raising a beer to his lips, and Yuri was blabbing away about his current hot piece, but that had stopped him in his tracks too.

'I said goddamn Josh, was she lookin' at you or me?' Yuri had nearly gasped these words out beside him. Josh hadn't known the answer.

His mind flipped back and forth from memory to reality, and Josh licked his lips, the memory of that damn barbecue sending an electric shock through his body. He pulled off his shirt, throwing it unceremoniously into a ball near the hamper. He bit his lip, waiting with trepedation and a little bit of guilt as he looked through the window into her bedroom.

From here, he could see her golden curls splayed on the sheets, her legs twisted in them. Josh dragged his hand from his neck down his own chest, his eyes closed for a moment, imagining her delicate hands following this very trail. His throat was so fucking dry as he tried to create what he imagined she would do...his finger tips barely putting pressure on his skin, alternating from petting to a slow, light draw of fingernails.

Josh felt his phone vibrate as the 10am alarm sounded. His eyes opened lazily as he sent the alarm into oblivion. She'd be waking up any second now. His eyes darted back, praising whatever diety allowed the bedroom a view straight into her bed.

His breath caught in his chest as he saw a pair of legs slide up. She was awake. He was thankful that the curtains allowed this small space where he could see her in bed. That woman always slept naked, and seeing her legs emerge sent a jolt straight to his growing arousal. He could see her hand lazily playing with the inside of her legs, and he imagined the murmurs she might make if his hands replaced hers. Josh stiffened, watching her sit up in bed. They were nearly facing one another, the distance seeming paradoxically close and yet so so far as he watched her fingers squeeze around her breast and then trail down her stomach to the curls below. He wondered if she tasted sweet like that strawberry, wondered how it would feel to have her grinding herself into his mouth as he cleaned the juices from her. He groaned softly, his hips rising slightly at the thought of being in between those legs, gripping her thick thighs.

Another whsipered moan escaped his lips, all thoughts of resistance chased away in a moment. He jerked his sweatpants down just above his knees and streched out his legs. He spat into his hand, pumping his length lazily a few times before turning his eyes back to her, who was mirroring him now, her back against her headboard and fingers slipping in and out of her.

He choked as his length pulsed, seeing her slowly raise her hips to meet her hand. He hoped that her eyes were closed, afraid of the consequences of her realizing his little fantasy. But Josh wanted nothing more than see her gaze cutting into him, burning him, making him squirm. His grip tightened, and he released a breath he had been holding in earnest.

Her lips were curled into a smile though slightly parted, and he watched her hand circling her clit. He moaned softly, watching her alternate between her clit and sliding a finger into her own folds. He could tell she was moaning from the way her chest rose and fell, by how her hips rose off the bed.

He looked down at himself for a moment, considering how it would look to have her fingers wrapped around his length. His grip tightened, and the pleasure was double edged. He continued to slide his hand in time with her motions, and his mouth hung open as he saw her plunge two fingers into herself. He could see everything, and the pressure building within him made his stomach tight. His grip was firm and deliberate. He was not rushing, yet.

God, she was beautiful. He praised her in his mind, his eyes locked on her hands and how her hips rose as she pumped her fingers. He felt his release on the horizon, and moaned softly as she continued her assault.

Josh felt his end approaching, the pre-cum leaking and mixing with his spit as his speed increased. He imagined what those breathy moans would sound like if he were the one sinking his digits into her, the one licking up and down her slit before taking her clit between is lips and sucking gently. He groaned again, his speed increasing as his eyes locked on her face.

He moved away from the headboard, his legs hanging off the side of the bed as he ached to get a closer look at her as he came. He felt a shot of panic run through him as their eyes made contact. He was unsure if she'd actually seen him until she too began to scoot away from her headboard and closer to the window, knees up and legs perched at the edge of the bed as she fucked herself for his eyes only. Her eyes were alternating from her own body to him, and her other hand slipping a pair of fingers into her mouth.

Josh gasped, imagining the filthy sounds he imagined she would make. His minstrations became erratic as the woman next door laid on her back, her hips bucking up as she fucked herself for him. He watched his cock jump, his hands tightening and releasing pressure as he considered how she would feel under him, panting and mewling. When his eyes returned to the window, she was leaning back on her elbows, looking straight back at him. Her fingers were still plunged inside her, and he watched as she pumped them quickly before her other hand joined in order to rub quickly against her bud. The quiet of the morning allowed the muffled sounds of her moans to drift into the room, and Josh groaned again, his insides twisting with pleasure. He watched as she threw her head back, thrusting into herself as her hips jumped forward.

He gasped, an "Oh fuck" escaped his lips before he threw his head back. He moaned as his cock throbbed in his hands, cumming over his own stomach. He felt his cum as it landed on the sweated sheen of his chest. He couldn't stop the grip of his hand, unrelenting as he came hard, even as the orgasm began to abate. He felt a little pathetic, hearing his own breathy moans as he fucked himself life a teenager. As he finished, he did feel the knots in his stomach release just slightly. Josh's eyes were momentarily fixed on the mess on himself, a feeling of slight shame and nervousness as he thought of how his eyes had locked with hers.

He didn't know if he should move, hide the evidence of what he had been doing as he watched her. He bit his lip and chanced a peek back up. She was looking straight at him, her mouth opened with a look of gasping elation.

Josh slowly threw his legs over the side of the guest bed and walked to the window, unable to take his eyes off the quivering mess in that beautiful woman's hands. He swallowed hard seeing the look in her eyes.

She didn't look completely satisfied, and the idea both thrilled and terrified him. He still hoped in the back of his mind that he was imagining her eyes boring into his. Perhaps she was just staring into space, overcome with pleasure like he had been.

However, his breath caught when she slowly slid off the bed and approached her window. The space between the houses couldn't be more than 30 feet, and he groaned as she raised a hand to wave, a playful grin spreading across her face.

Oh fuck.

[chicken-wayng]

“I need Alicent to regret all her life decisions”

Same, Alicent needs a reality check asap. Daemon kills your grandson, Rhaenyra doesn’t punish him and instead welcomes him back with open arms. You think you, Helaena and Jaehaera are safe around these people?

I know I've said it before, but Alicent reminds me of the basic religious southern woman.

Southern Christian women are raised from birth believing that a man is their savior. That a husband and children are going to be their greatest achievement. A man will provide for them. A man will tell them what's okay to say and think. If a man says gay people are nasty, gay people are nasty - if you have those thoughts you're nasty and need to ask for forgiveness to block them out. If a man says a person's skin color makes them a thief, rapist or criminal then it's best to stay away from that colored person; regardless of the fact that the man has stolen more from you and actually has raped you. Which is another thing, rape doesn't exist between a husband and wife in the southern Christian mindset, and if you're not married according to the bible all you have to do is pay off her dad and marry her but to the SC mindset you can slut shame her and make her think its her fault, and why should he be forced to marry a slut?

I'm going on a soap box so I'll back down but I know these things because I was raised this way. I was raised to believe I was nasty for liking girls, I was raised to believe brown people ("especially Puerto Ricans like your nana and dad!") were bad. I was raised in so many sickening ways I'm still having to unlearn a lot of it. However I have resources that just aren't available in Westeros.

When I wanted to know why brown people were bad, all I had to do was get online and read about real life testimonies from the civil war all the way up to present day. What I learned is that we can't even say America has been segregation free for 50 years! 50 fucking years ago they were lynching not only adults but babies!!! I used to use "gator bait" talking about little children, cuz that's what you do in Arkansas, only to learn the term comes from slave days when they'd throw the slave's BABIES to gators!!! How disgusting

When I wanted to know why gay people were bad, all I had to do was get online and learn about the queer people from the 1600s to now. We've existed forever, so what I feel wasn't a phase, or a sin, or anything bad, it was normal. I was raised with the Holy Bible and the biggest lesson we learn is Jesus' love for us. "Love is used over 500 times in the Bible," is what my nana said. Why would he put it in there over 500 times to turn around and tell you to hate? Well I didn't get an answer to that from church or the bible, I got it from Queer Christians (that I was taught weren't a thing.) who told me love is love.

When I want to know why something I was taught doesn't feel right I can look into it. Alicent and Rhaenyra can't. That's part of the tragedy and why they'll never be able to apologize and stop hurting each other. In this way the patriarchy has deepened the divide between them. However their own choices have also done so. Alicent doesn't need to understand bastardphobia to use it to hurt Nyra and Nyra doesn't need to understand the patriarchy to understand why Alicent has to make the choices she has to use the patriarchy to hurt her. They both know they're hurting the other and that's all they care about. The "if I can't love you, if I can't have you think of my name endearingly then I'll have you hate me. I'll have my name ring in your ears until the void takes you." Is toxic but they can't stop. They regret it, but they won't stop. The love is there, but they won't stop.

I need Alicent and Nyra to regret their choices like I regret being a horrible person for the first 15 years of my life.

[annika-f16]

He SAID getting another cat would be irresponsible this very year😭 He also said few months back that he wants a child of his own but that's not the kind of thing u plan. Maybe Kelly isn't ready of another baby as it'll restrict her travelling or whatever but then it'll also tie her to Max forever so why not? // max also said a while ago that he only wants kids when he is completely done with racing? So the sentence about you can’t plan kids is most likely a statement for Kelly so she gets off his back. Many years ago on steppies blog people suspected max got a vasectomy because of the potential baby trapping. I remember he/they were seen in Monaco in a hospital.

Kelly not ready for a baby? She is the one who constantly hints at pregnancy. She plays up all the rumours of her expecting. She most likely starts most of them herself too! Kelly is getting old. She is starting to lose her period slowly. Max will be done in formula 1 when she is 40. Max will go to other series afterwards. Max has said in the past he wants to be present 100% of the time for his kids. Kelly won’t be able to give max kids of his own. Kelly can’t use p anymore as her “cute accessory”. P is too old for that now. And a baby max? People would eat that up! Her posting baby pics of a max clone? Alexandra’s engagement plus more. But also on the other hand mummy influencers are losing merit because of pedophiles having access to naked children in sexual poses and stuff (has happened before with p. Most of her baby content pre max can be sexualised by pedophiles because of nakedness or poses)

A cat tying people together forever? Absolutely not. Not even a marriage can do that. Only a child can. You are literally creating a new bloodline with each generation. You are tied together forever until one generation stops procreating or time ends. Kelly wants children and at least one ring on her finger asap. Max wants to wait until after he is done racing.

And when has p ever stopped Kelly from travelling? P is Kelly’s excuse not to show up to events when she got snubbed. Kelly remembers she has a daughter when she isn’t invited to things. Nobody asked about New York fashion week and why she didn’t show up. She is not a model. She doesn’t work at fashion week. She is a visitor, a spectator. She doesn’t get paid to be there. She has to pay to get an invitation. She pays for clothes big time for the brands to sponsor invites and an exclusive experience. All her handlers from the brands are for private customers, for the big spenders. She isn’t invited because she is an influencer (she is way too lazy for that). And even since her victim “I’m a single mother and everything is so hard” post she has travelled more and has officially been away from her anxious baby more than she has been in Monaco? Since when does a baby stop Kelly from travelling and parties? She pays other people to take care of her child so she can do whatever she wants. That’s the reason why daniil dumped her multiple times before she fled to Brazil in the first place. She was at so many parties and carnivals when she got there and after the restrictions were lifted. A newborn didn’t stop her before. Why should one stop her now? She has become even more desperate since then…

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[inazuma-fulgur]

Talked with my mom and sister about my other sisters (and her husbands) toxic sexed/gendered attitudes towards her children and how it fucking sucks

Sister already knew and had also mentioned some things in a weeks earlier convo, this one went a bunch deeper and honestly was kinda good? My dad heard everything but decided to ignore that conversation and kept in another room lmao

Anyways tomorrow sister-mom is coming over and you bet I will leave asap :')

Anyways sister is now reconsidering/has reconsidered what to gift and how to break away from norms at least a little bit.

Without being as drastically and dramatically opposed as me (I'll get in trouble with sister-mom if I'd start this conversation, and we might still do even if someone else does. I'm already not talking to her and that could become an official thing where I would turn into an unwelcome guest/actively get uninvited forever)

[gay-dorito-dust]

I can’t want what I don’t have.

⚠️ MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS SO IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE MOVIE PLZ LOOK AWAY FOR YOUR SAKE. ⚠️

A/n: This is very, very rushed cuz I loved this movie very much and had to get something out asap.

“C’mon Wanda darling, just look at our children you can’t say no to those faces now can you?” You said as you crouched down besides young Billy and Tommy who had asked for your aid in persuading their mother, your wife, into allowing them to sneak an early taste of her cooking batter but your wife was being quite persistent in preventing you three from doing so. As though on cue from an unknown director the children brought out their puppy dog eyes up at Wanda who was trying her best not to break under the sweet domestic moment she was having with her beloved family by concealing it with a typical parental stare she’s trained her face to contort into whenever you or the children we’re up to no good; If Wanda initially thought Pietro was a bad influence she was obviously looking past the true negative influence her significant other. The love of her life.

Yet she couldn’t bring herself to get annoyed at you nor the kids. A family was something she’s always wanted, even as a little kid watching those old black and white low budget sitcoms with her family all those nights ago where she was once a naive child to the horrors that laid beyond the doorway that would put the monster in her closest to shame. Ever since she met you at the avengers compound where you became close after the events of the civil war that broke your team apart for some time. That dream only amplified when she saw how you acted towards children of the less fortunate by performing magic to ease their nerves and help them embrace their laughter instead, taking their minds off of the horrors that laid beyond; protecting them from the things Wanda wished she could protect her younger self from. She remembered the times where you’d visit her in her room during her worst days with her favourite sitcoms and food along with some plushie friends that she kept on your shared bed much to your chagrin. You meant so much to her that the mere thought of you being taken away from her was a furlong dream she never wished to experience as the pain would be enough to push her over the edge she was already teetering on with the loss of Vision. Wanda considered herself lucky enough to have you by her side during those dark times that sooner or later she realised that she was forming feeling for you and naturally she was scared; for being loved by her and loving her was a death sentence. Everyone who Wanda had ever loved or has ever loved her only ended up dead but when you showed persistence during your fights and stubbornness when she tried to push you away for your own safety the words you told her that day still rang true when she looked into your eyes.

“Wanda I love you, I love you in every possible reality imaginable because loving you is the most beautiful I could ever experience. I could care less if I died right here right now as it meant I lived a full life being loved by you and loving you to the fullest of my being. Your not getting rid of me that easily Wanda darling,” you brought your hands against hers as both of your (f/c) magic and her scarlet magic became acquainted with one another, “we’re meant to be, Wanda maximoff and Y/n Maximoff. Together forever.” Wanda only chuckled as you three stared at her impatiently. “Please mom we promise to be really, really good afterwards.” Tommy begged as he clung to your side. “Yeah, we’ll staring cleaning our room more and going to sleep on time.” Billy chimed in with a wide innocent smile as his brother only looked at him in betrayal, “you done ratting us out yet Billy?” Billy only looked to his brother with a apologetic smile, “sorry Tommy but you should know better then to make me keep secretes, I’m a terrible secrete keeper especially to our parents!” You and Wanda laughed as they squabbled their way into the living room as brothers do as you decided to hug her from behind as she continued to cook.

You head resting into the crook of her neck, lips barely brushing her skin making her insides practically burst into flames upon contact. “Now that trouble makers one and two are gone how about you let me get a taste of that sweetness.” You said cheekily as you wiggles your fingers, using your magic to pull the cooking batter out of her range and into your hands when Wanda swatted your hand away laughing at your silliness, moving in your arms to raise her own hand to flick your forehead lightly as punishment. “You should know better by now then to ask for things that aren’t yours to ask for.” Wanda teased as you rubbed your forehead before a smile creeped up on your lips as you brought your face close to hers as though your words were too sacred for your children to hear in on, “that wasn’t the sweetness I wasn’t asking a taste of my gorgeous wife.” With Wanda taken off guard it gave you the opportunity to give her a innocent kiss on the lips while your other hands did their literal magic and lifted the bowl containing the batter into the air and across the room to the living room where Tommy and Billy had settled their dispute in favour of watching cartoons and laid before them on the coffee table causing them to gasp; Billy, ever the mommy’s boy, noticed straight away that this was your doing and turned on the couch so he was facing you and Wanda, “Mommy, y/n used their magic!” while his brother delved fingers first into the sweet cooking batter with zero regard, looking at him with disappointment as he continued to smear more chocolate across his lips, muttering under his breath of how much his brother was a goody two shoes suck up.

Wanda, pulling away from your soft lips to look at you with a raised brow as you raised your hands, not realising that one of them was coated in (f/c) magic until it was too late. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Wanda asked as she crossed her arms as Billy waddled over to her side to copy her pose as he looked at you with an attempted scowl but his baby face made it look as though he was pouting for reading someone’s mind the sixth time that week. “Alright, alright I’m guilty of the most heinous of crimes, what is my punishment oh powerful and mighty Wanda,” Billy coughed into his hand, “oh and the amazing Billy Maximoff.” You added making him smile. Wanda’s heart warmed at the interaction before kneeling down to her son, “what should we do?” She asked as he made a questioning face before whispering sometime in her ear as she smiled back at him agreeably, bringing herself back up to her feet as she stared you down. “Your punishment, made by the ever so wise Billy, is death by cuddles.” Before you could utter a word in response, Wanda, Billy and Tommy all jumped at you at once as they squeezed you tightly in their arms as hard as they could as laughter filled the home. Laughters of love, laughter of fun and most of all the laughter of a beloved family.

Wanda awoke from her dream with a gasp, listing herself up from her bed as she instinctively looked over at the other side which would’ve belonged to you as though you were still alive and well as you were in her dreams. Her heart broke when it laid as vacant as the day you left on a suicide mission, never to return as a familiar bitterness filled her chest as she cradled the shirt that was placed over the pillow she rested her head upon that night; the shirt that once belonged to you but yet as like everything in life did, your scent began to fade away with time and soon enough your shirt would soon become another random shirt that will join your other belongs at the bottom of her wardrobe when finally looses your scent. Reminding her of the worst day of her life over and over and over again. Your laughter from her dreams haunt her as tears bite her eyes when she recollected the events leading up to her reclusion within her own magic to keep your memory alive as though she was scared that you’d one day be forgotten.

A fate of which Wanda refused to allow as loosing all memory of you would be like loosing all memory of what made you love her and what made her love you. Yes she wanted to marry you, yes she wanted to raise kids with you, adopted or not because either way they would be yours to protect and love until you couldn’t. Fate had taken you away from her and now she couldn’t help but be envious of every variant of herself that got to live a life where she kept you, Billy and Tommy; It wasn’t fair! It just wasn’t! How come they got to live the life that SHE wanted and not her! Her heart broke whenever you kissed her variants lips over and over and over again, wishing that it was her lips you were kissing. Her heart broke when she had to watch through her variants eyes as you played with your children in the backyard or taking them on their first day of school or when Billy, roughly age 18 in context of the dream, coming home from his first date with his boyfriend. Wanda wanted all that and more yet she drew the short straw and was doomed to watch others being happy and forcing herself to be happy for them when she wanted to be the one with the happy ending. She wanted you. She never got the chance to tell you that she loved you before you left and ever since she’s regretted it every day that she was allowed to live.

Now that her powers had awakened to their full potential she won’t stop until she had you, Billy and Tommy in her arms once more like she did in Westview, she didn’t care for the repercussions of her actions as they weren’t hers to deal with because she was justified in her anger, Stephen said it so, which is why the multiverse would pay for hanging you in front of her living a life with those who aren’t her yet share her likeness and name. After all you belong to her did you not?

[cultivating-wildflowers]

Books of 2023 - February

This month I caved to tumblr dashboard pressure and picked up the Lockwood series instead of a few stand-alones I had meant to get to. So it goes. Between that, a short and sweet nonfiction, and some excellent Dorothy L. Sayers, it was a good month for reading.

As for the other books from my 2023 TBR, we'll call them lackluster, which is irritating.

Total books: 8  |  New reads: 7   |   2023 TBR completed: 3 (2 DNF) / 5/25 total   |   2023 Reading Goal: 21/50

January | March

#1 - 84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff - 5/5 stars

I borrowed this book back in November. NOVEMBER.

What took me so long? Beats me! But I am very glad I kept it (and that I saw one of the tumblr gals rec it) because it was the perfect book with which to launch into February, that most hated of months. What a cozy, delightful, charming book. I need my own copy ASAP. (The library copy's pages were pretty fragile and pulled away from the binding if I wasn't careful.)

Yes, I cried a little bit.

#2 - The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers - 3/5 stars (reread, audio)

Well, now I know why I gave this three stars the first time. There were a few things I remembered about it (how well Chambers presents alien worldviews, especially) and a lot I forgot....

#3 - A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers - 4/5 stars (audio)

I don't normally like stories that bounce between timelines, but it worked really well for this. Unfortunately I still dislike the narrator. It's like she has no idea how a conversation works; her inflections are all over the place.

#4 - The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud - 5/5 stars (audio)

So I did have this on my TBR for the year (and it's been on my general TBR for a while) but I only picked it up now because, what with the new show, my dash has been inundated with Lockwood & Co content. I have no intention of watching the show, but I'd like Tumblr to be usable again....

Based on everything I've heard about this book (and series) over the last few years, I went into it with pretty high expectations, and I wasn't disappointed. I even liked the narrator! Everything works so well: characters, worldbuilding, narrative voice…. The pacing threw me off a little but it didn’t detract from the story. I’m definitely gonna recommend this to some people.

#5 - The Whispering Skull by Jonathan Stroud - 4/5 stars (audio)

Unfortunately the narrator for this sequel changed from the first one, and I didn’t like her as much. Fortunately the story itself had all of the pros of the first one! I'll admit I lost it during that final confrontation, man....

#6 - The Nine Tailors by Dorothy L. Sayers - 4/5 stars

Almost a month later, I finished! I really did enjoy this installment (nearly as much as Murder Must Advertise). It's just that for some reason these books take forever for me to get through.

But there's something about how Sayers writes an ending. I don't know it is, but it always seems to work impeccably.

#7 - The Hollow Boy by Jonathan Stroud - 5/5 stars (audio)

Ok. It is rude to leave one book on a cliffhanger and then open the sequel with a completely unrelated action sequence set six months later.

Rude.

That aside, the series is (unsurprisingly) holding strong. Even better: The Hollow Boy does not suffer from Middle Book Syndrome! I wasn't expecting so many pieces from the first two books to carry through and expand here, but I am definitely enjoying it. (Read: Panicking.)

[also we had yet another narrator and I liked her even less than the first two because she butchered George's voice and what was up with the Skull??]

#8 - Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers - 5/5 stars ('23 TBR, audio)

One of my Top Anticipated Reads of 2023!

*screams into carpet*

DNF

Children of the Fleet by Orson Scott Card - It's a no from me, kids. Took me a month and a threat from the library to make up my mind.

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier ('23 TBR) - I can see why people like this book, and I agree it's well written; it just didn't grab me. I own a copy, so I'll probably try it again at some point, but I absolutely could not make myself read it this time.

Zero Sum Game by S.L. Huang ('23 TBR, audio)

This book was not what I was expecting, and not at all something I normally read. While I liked the premise, Cas was awful. Yes, we get it, you’re the specialist, most edgy little murder girl. Math is you superpower, that is legitimately cool. Why don’t you try paying attention to the plot for two seconds instead of constantly reminding everyone how dangerous and obnoxious you can be.

It will probably make no sense to anyone else, but I had the same issues with this book that I had with Ready Player One, if to a lesser degree than that nightmare. Zero Sum Game felt like it was trying a little too hard to be cool. Cas was trying way too hard to be tough. And yes, I cackled when she pitched a fit every time she saw a Glock for the first 20 chapters only to breathe a sigh of a relief when she picked up a Ruger. I mean, same, but I hate Glocks for different reasons than "they're cliche".

The most personally irritating aspect to me was Rio. Normally I go nuts for this kind of character (think Zero from The City Between, Silas from The Graveyard Book, and Scar from FMA). Here? Again: trying too hard.

[kingdarkstalker]

I don’t feel like rewording this so here’s my original post:

Wings of Fire’s third arc reads like Tui Sutherland is one of those (white) people who gets offended by people bringing up slavery and discussing how 1600s-1800s white slave owners and slavery endorsers are bad people who should know better, so wrote an entire arc of books on why racism and fascism aren’t caused by indoctrination, hate, and selfish people benefitting off of the oppression of others, but a fucking magic aliens plant and a couple people it’s puppeting, and and all the fascist, racist, sadistic, child-bullying, dictator-supporting, environment-destroying, slave-owning individuals who choose to engage in a system that oppressed and exploits others for their own personal gain aren’t that bad, but all the people who feel like it’s necessary to use violence to rise up and overthrow the oppressors that have been literally endangering their lives are very bad.

The tags mention that I’m a white person not attempting to speak on behalf of BIPOC people, but just pointing out that I see a white person being moronic and problematic.

Can you tell I’m mad the HiveWings frequently get more sympathy than the LeafWings? The LeafWings, the race who was almost wiped out, with half their remaining population resorting to violence out of desperation, get less sympathy than fascists. Like, I get they’re immediately racist to all HiveWings, but you can teach them to cut that out while still having consequences for the majority of the HiveWings that either directly participated in or allowed slavery because they benefit off of it, which the series doesn’t. Or wait until after they can stop fearing for their lives every day. And Sundew’s racism towards SilkWings are hardly a footnote because it’s all about the HiveWings, like they’re the victims here.

This is disgusting and I’ll forever be grateful I didn’t turn into one of these people. And yeah, Tui should fucking retire. ASAP. But she isn’t gonna do shit until the fans realise the shit she put in her books and call her out for it. What a lot of fans, particularly the younger ones, need to hear is just because someone is a nice person does not mean they are a good one; case in point, Tui is a foolish, wilfully ignorant, racist, aggressively victim-blaming abuse apologist who isn’t even that good of a writer when you look back on her books. Like, the whole “IceWings are tiger moms thing”.

I was reluctant to call this otherwise well-meaning woman a racist, but that video essay you recommended, revealing a legitimate clip of her confessing, humorously and without any sense of shame or regret, that she based most of the IceWings’ culture off of a fucking Asian stereotype, I felt horrified. That’s outright racist, whether she knows it’s a racist stereotype of Asian moms or not, aside from the she damn well SHOULD, she is a grown-ass woman with access to the internet. And the fact no one even showed any visible discomfort fustrared me. Too many people make excuses for this woman.

I’ve had enough, I’m pissed off, and it’s nice seeing I’m not the only one. I stg, without this blog, yourself, and the askers here, my mental health would be in shambles. I was a young child when I had to realise on my own how fucked this series was because I didn’t have any blog like this, I couldn’t find a soul in this fandom who called this out for years, and the wiki only made excuses for it like the fact they’ll disregard Tui’s word and make up their own ageing system to defend Glorybringer. Why is no one calling them out on this?

I am a split second away from making a Google Doc or Word Doc or something on the list of bullshit this woman has put in her series since no one else but a small handful of Tumblr users and a YouTuber feel like calling this out. Scholastic should be doing something for fuck sake! And this woman should NOT be writing childrens’ books, or making any kind of media, end of story.

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[fleeting-sanity]

Reminiscence

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TW: Mentions of S.A. Reader discretion advised. Thank you to @swtorramblings for proof-reading!

Even though she never ran out of work to help the Alliance, her husband was all she could think about ever since reuniting with him. During a brief respite from a Force Enclave training, she took a moment to relive the past. Sitting alone in that bench made her hunger for his touch--how they used to cuddle by the fire while reading news on a datapad or just having some empty chat. During her pregnancy, it would stress him out if work got in the way of him being a fulfilling future father.

She was the one having butterflies in her stomach once the Sith hunting her down removed his helmet. It was the boy with Crown Prince Gaul that she saw on Alderaan when they were children, grown up to become a tall and handsome young man. She had no doubt that he never remembered or even saw her that day, being a handmaid's daughter. The revelation of Master Karr's true self was a shattering experience that led to her deciding to take her chances by joining the Sith who defeated her former master. Especially after he dared her to use her power on him and discovered his true self, which she kept as a secret while she deceived him by only describing the darker traits. Rionnic was as close to home as she could get at that time.

By the next month after joining him, she accidentally overheard the Sith hum a tune in the shower when he thought the ship was empty. It sealed the deal for her. A confirmation of that strange feeling she was resisting whenever Rionnic was around. Such scandal kept her spirits lively and bold enough to start hinting at her feelings towards him. It didn't take him long to notice. At first he was confused on how to react and what to do with it, until it started to affect his performance on being Baras' apprentice. One day, he called her to talk privately.

To reject her.

One of his reasons was not wanting to be seen… predatory. It was only a few months after they met, and he wanted to focus on his missions. Ultimately, he stated that he wouldn't want to start mingling with a Jedi, and tricking everyone in the ship into believing that Jaesa had fallen to the darkside was already pushing their luck. But he never said that he did not feel the same, cried her heartache. The rejection was expected but she didn't believe that was all of the reasons--he was still hiding something.

Something dark.

She decided to also focus on her mission of aiding light-leaning Sith, and on a larger scale, to change the Empire from within. When it became difficult, she would seek out his counsel and advice. He would do the same from time to time--their conversations gradually became less awkward and wider in topics, resulting in improved teamwork and relationship.

During that fateful mission in Quesh where Baras betrayed him, escaping the explosion around the cave injured him greatly. Rionnic saw a large debris falling straight onto Jaesa and made a split second decision to jump and shield her with his own body. It knocked him out, but she was safe because of it. Blood started gushing out of his wounds as she tried to use the Force to push the heavy debris away from them. It was difficult; she ran out of energy after a few minutes of trying while being pinned down by the newly minted Sith Lord. One side of her wanted to stay in his embrace like that forever, but her common sense said they needed medical treatment ASAP. As luck would have it, the debris suddenly floated out easily, revealing two figures approaching them. Some of her strength quickly returned as she shifted their positions so that she was cradling his head on her lap. Rionnic opened his eyes to her face and the two unknown figures, but the pain was unbearable.

"W-who are you?" asked Jaesa nervously.

The pureblood figure with the deep voice answered; "Hmm. Still alive. Meet us at the nearby outpost. If you survive, we will explain."

"Wait!"

But the two pureblood figures walked away swiftly. Jaesa helped Rionnic to his feet, making the journey to the nearest medcenter. They spent a day recovering but Rionnic insisted on meeting the two purebloods as soon as he was able to walk, much to Jaesa's dismay.

And thus his path on becoming the Emperor’s Wrath and exacting revenge upon Baras began. He secretly confided in Jaesa about doubts on being selected to be the next Wrath. She agreed, but again kept her true reason inside. The person she saw was not made to be an executioner. However, that opinion aged badly when he met the Jedi who wore his face. Rionnic was so close to driving his crimson saber through the doppelganger's heart. The encounter seemed to unnerve him more than Baras’ somewhat expected betrayal.

The Jedi even had the gall to later impersonate him and then took his crew hostage.

This angered Rionnic and he was dead set on killing the Jedi imposter. The Jedi's words were honeyed and full of questions, but he didn't give him much time to talk as hearing his own voice in a Core World accent, spewing those Jedi lies aggravated him. The fight was the most infuriating--the Jedi was powerful enough to repel and shield against his Ataru mastery; and worse that the Jedi didn't even have to utilize his lightsaber much to protect himself. But eventually his cunning and hatred won against the Jedi's Force prowess, managing to cripple him for the execution. Alas, his plan failed again when another Jedi with silver hair ambushed him and then rescued the imposter, calling him brother. Somehow, the way the silver-haired Jedi shouted her brother's name resonated deep within Rionnic, and the two Jedi took the opportunity of a distracted Sith to flee with their lives.

All of that was witnessed by Jaesa and the crew from the cockpit of Fury, being unable to help.

After unlocking the ship, Rionnic left Corellia with even more questions in his head. The recent betrayal by Quinn was still fresh in his mind, and then he would still have to stop Baras on Korriban before it was too late. The Sith was a mess of a person--and he was failing to cover it up. Vette and Jaesa were his only comfort, the latter was extra attentive towards him. It had not gone unnoticed, but he pushed it aside to focus on dealing with his former master first.

Her expectations of facing Baras together however, were dashed. Rionnic insisted on her staying aboard Fury to guard the rest of the crew while Quinn accompanied him. A business between old friends, he said. While the two men were away, she took the time to discreetly research the Jedi doppelganger. What she found out was shocking, but she had heard of a young Jedi quickly rising through the ranks. The new Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order. He even had a family; mother, step-father, uncle and half-sister. Jaesa began connecting the dots--that perhaps Rionnic was part of that. But no records of him anywhere relating to them. Strange.

She debated whether to share the results of her findings or not, because looking at his disheveled face was an unexpected outcome from ousting Baras in front of the Council. It took some time to get him alone and possibly talk about the matter.

"It's official. The Emperor's Wrath." he scoffed.

"Can I ask?"

Rionnic nodded as Jaesa took a seat next to him. "Is that from the position itself or are you… disillusioned?"

A slight smile formed on his lips. He leaned back on the seat, his posture more relaxed. "You got both of that right. Read my mind?"

"Unnecessary. I can tell from the way you described the… event. What exactly happened? If you don't mind telling me."

His gaze wandered off to the stars by the window, taking a moment to reflect. The quietness made her a little nervous. "Nothing you haven't heard of. It's just another job… perhaps it could be advantageous to your mission. I'll see what I can do."

A rapid surge of bravery took over her. She placed her hand on his, eyes determined, and voice a little louder. "Don't. You'll risk jeopardizing your position or even your life. It's alright, it'll be slow but I can do it. I'm attempting to change the future of billions of people anyways… so it’s-"

He suddenly clasped her hand, making her gasp. "The future that I also want. It'll be selfish to not work towards it and not help you. I've gotten this far. I've survived worse. Do you believe in me?"

With cheeks aflame, her brown eyes fixated on his bright blue, and fingers crossing his, she smiled a genuine one after a long time. And that was enough to weaken him. The silence no longer unnerved them, but invoked a new, tempting yet mystifying sensation. It's as if he spoke those three words already. Without a thought, his other hand reached out to touch her smile.

She then threw herself on him for their first kiss.

At first he was hesitant, but then he deepened the kiss by embracing her. They were lost in each other, releasing all the pent up feelings, the close calls on their lives, the stolen glances, the stigma around who they were, and the loneliness. They both wanted this, and those circumstances were damned at that moment. Her breathing became labored as she pulled away panting. "You need more breathing exercise," he teased in a deadpan manner.

"I'm exercising right now."

She cut off his audible smirk by locking his lips again. The passion escalated towards wandering hands, but as soon as her hand reached lower than his abdomen, he pulled away abruptly. His eyes widened, his body froze, then he quickly exited the room. "Wait!"

Her question of what went wrong went unanswered. Rionnic pleaded to be left alone, and she reluctantly complied. She was left feeling a mixed bag of emotions. It felt as if she was close to realizing her infatuation only to have it crash down on her. They both spent the whole day avoiding each other.

But it must be resolved, after she meditated on it. She waited until he was back from a Dark Council meeting to get his attention. The thunder and endless rain of Dromund Kaas worsened her frame of mind. She kept on knocking on the door, waiting for a response from him. Despite the mounting uncertainty, he finally opened the door. "Just give me one minute to-"

"Come in first, please," he beckoned calmly.

She swept away some tousled hair from her eyes as they both sat by the office desk. "I… I want to apologize for that night. I didn't know you're not comfortable with it. I'm truly sorry about my brazenness…" pleaded Jaesa, worried that he never lifted his gaze up to her eyes.

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"I swear I won't do that again."

"No."

"What?"

He finally met her eyes. She could see that his breathing was erratic, gulping down his heartbeat to manage his nerves.

"I have something to tell you. It's going to be hard to listen to. Harder for me to say."

Dread began creeping up her veins by a singular guess that he would reject her again. She linked her fingers together, bracing for whatever he was about to say.

"When I was… younger--as a child. Someone… someone did something to me. I thought I'd buried that, moved past, but… it just… came back. I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier."

Her jaw dropped as she listened to his confession. Then her hand covered it up, wincing at the realization. "I'm-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry if I triggered your trauma--I wasn't aware-"

"Again, you don't need to apologize. I... I wanted that kiss. I never regretted that night," as he held her free hand, "I just need time. I want to get there with you, if you'd allow it..."

Words that sounded like music to her ears. She got up from her seat and hugged him, stroking his dark blood mane. "I'll be by your side through everything. It's an honor... I love you."

His gaze softened upon hearing that, all the apprehensiveness and tense posture became a lightness that felt like a feather in the air. "I love you too." as he leaned into her ribs, securing his arms around her. It was the start of their whirlwind romance.

Surprisingly, there was a period of peace and time away from work for both of them. They made the most out of it, exploring the new concept of being lovers. The couple returned with Jaesa's parents to Alderaan, but still kept their relationship secret. It was one thorn in their otherwise laid back romance; Rionnic intent on letting her parents know about their status, while Jaesa disagreed. She had doubts about her parents' approval which could potentially lead to Rionnic reconsidering their relationship.

"I want to be part of their lives too, Jaesa. You know eventually they will find out. But…" as he paused, brows furrowed. "If you think it's dangerous for them, we'll leave it be."

Not the exact reason for her reluctance, but a fair point. One that would tear their foundation apart years later. But one of the most meaningful days in their lives was on the horizon.

Makeb was a beautiful world of vistas and resorts by the clouds. It took quite an effort to save the planet and open its wealth of Isotope-5 for the Empire. Rionnic and a team of spec ops in stealth watched the departure of The Ark carrying most of the planet's population; it was the last piece of their plans to be rid of the Republic's presence on that planet. Darth Marr was satisfied with the results. But Jaesa wanted to stay a little longer, pitching it as a date. He reluctantly accepted, trusting that the quakes had stopped. Walking around the abandoned streets and gardens was quite calming for the couple.

Something caught her eyes as she tugged his arm to point at it. She could read the expression through his helmet, but he just obeyed her smile, entranced by her happiness. She stood on her tiptoes, taking off his helmet when they arrived at the object of interest.

A ruined wedding scene.

The groundquake made short work of the decorations. Jaesa held his hands, and her next words came out rather smoothly, confident in his response.

"Will you marry me, Lord Wrath?"

Rionnic frowned. "Would you… not start calling me that?"

She chuckled, then agreed to his request. His gaze softened as he shrugged; "Why not?"

Someone startled them with a slow clap. An old man slowly approached them, then mockingly offered to officiate the wedding. The young couple was conflicted--Jaesa was sheepishly receptive but Rionnic was apprehensive, wanting to leave. The old man insisted, changing his tone to a more amiable one. When asked about his name, Maeza was the answer as the couple gave out theirs. "Blasted Avesta… I knew he's hiding it, trying to appease the people. I refused boarding that unfinished gigantic money sinker because I'd rather die with my home. Right here. Hah! But I knew staying was the right choice. This planet is still standing--just look at it! It's a miracle!"

The young couple stole a quick glance at each other as the old man continued rambling.

"Say, to celebrate my niece's not-wedding, I'll let you take her place. C'mere quick."

Jaesa pulled the hesitant Rionnic towards Maeza, ready to be officially wed to the love of her life. "You may now kiss the bride, I guess."

Rionnic leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her lips, but she pulled him back in for a more passionate one. Once again, they were startled by an enthusiastic clapping with a tiny squeal.

"Vette!"

"Congrats! I knew it!" as the twi'lek hurried towards them, looking smug at her discovery. Rionnic grimaced upon having his secret romance uncovered, but he trusted Vette well enough to have her keep it concealed.

Time passed by with one looming issue hovering around them. They had yet to consummate their marriage. Jaesa had never once hinted or brought it up to him, respecting his trauma and content on just being a home for him. However, it was a different situation in his mind. He wanted to do it, but didn't know where to start. One of the rare nights where they get to share a bed, he decided to talk about it first. Communication was key.

"Jae… would you want to have me tonight?"

The Jedi's eyes rounded, and heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. Immediately she sat up and placed a concerned hand on his shoulder.

"Are you sure? You really don't have to do it. I don't mind at all."

"But I want to. I'm asking if it's mutual."

Jaesa paused, unsure on what to say even though her intention was to take him up on that offer. Her hand shifted to caressing his face which he leaned into. "That's what I want too, but if it becomes difficult we can stop at any time. You don't have to force it."

He smiled, shedding his walls to reveal a shy and vulnerable interior. She took the initiative, kissing him hard. They were progressing well but Rionnic stopped abruptly again, apologizing exasperatedly. Each time they failed, Jaesa would hold his hand through it, always letting him initiate and quit anytime. When they eventually reached that point, it was emotional but relieving, opening up new possibilities in their relationship.

Naturally, it also presented them with the greatest gift of their lives.

When she first discovered it, she didn’t tell him right away. Rionnic was experiencing yet another monumental revelation of his life: his biological family. His imposter turned out to be his twin brother, and the silver haired Jedi was his half sister. He even learned that his real name was Rionnic, in theme with Riornivo, his younger twin. His biological mother was beside herself upon meeting her long-lost son, being a secret erased from her mind. He was indifferent, something he would later regret. Even though his twin was affectionate and wanted a relationship with him, he kept his family of Jedi at arm’s length.

Her long train of reverie ended with a tap on the shoulder. Even though her memories were lengthy, it was only minutes of meditation. Nadia apologetically requested her presence to help supervise the Force enclave training. With renewed motivation, she complied. The image of Rionnic smiling, kissing her eyebrow, then stroking her belly after she told him the news was a piece of the past she held on tight, determined to earn it back.

[magalidragon]

so this is love? | a Viserys all the world’s a stage drabble

I missed this Viserys so here he is! Enjoy!

There was something Viserys Targaryen, God of Hollywood, would never admit to anyone in the universe, even under pain of death.

Well, maybe pain of death.

But maybe not, because he was a god and he would live forever.

It was that he loved his nieces and nephews.

Like, he loved them.  A lot.  His stomach hurt when they weren't around him.  He didn't know what it was, when it first happened.  He was scared he'd gotten a bad batch of coke or something.  He didn't realize that it had gone away when his sister returned to London with ltitel Lyella in a sack on her chest, like Dany had turned into some sort of fucking Russian peasant woman in the fields of 1900s.

It got worse as she got older.  Got really bad with the twins, as annoying as they were.  Alysanne came along and he realized that he had a problem, because he didn't like it when they left London for Scotland and didn't come back for months on end.  Or when they took the kids even farther away to like the US or somewhere.  He just really, really had a problem with this and asked his sister to consult with him when in fact she was going to remove them from his vicinity.

Which was why, at this moment, he was tearing out his hair, screaming at his driver to go fucking faster! as the car whipped through the streets of London to St. Mary’s Hospital, his phone blowing up with messages from various productions, PR, and some of his latest bedroom conquests.  Not one of those messages mattered to him except the one from Dany.  

Lyella hurt on set.  At St Marys Emergency

One of the lawyers called immediately to go over liabilities; he’d told them in no uncertain terms to fuck off adn then fired them.  He didn’t give a flying fuck in space what liability the company might have for a minor being injured on set.  What mattered was that Lyella was hurt and he had to go find out what was going on.

“Hurry!” he shouted, kicking the back of the seat.  “If you get pulled over I’ll buy the fucking police department”

All he was able to gather was that while filming a scene on a harness for Princess Periwinkle:  The First Years, something had snapped and Lyella had fallen.  He had no idea what else had occurred so he needed to find out ASAP.  “I swear to teh gods if anyone did this on purpose, they’re fucking dead,” he cursed.  

The car screeched to a halt before the ER and he ran in without saying a word, ignoring security and assorted staff, waving his hands when they demanded what he was doing as he checked each room.  Didn’t they know who he was?  He shook off some guard’s hand trying to drag him away and threw cash at him.  “Get out of my way!” he shouted, turning a corner just in time to see The Wolf heading into a room holding two coffee cups.  “Ah!  Nevermind, thank you.”  

“Sir you cannot be here!”

“Go away,” he called, flicking his wrist, tossing another hundred pound note into the air.  “I'm Viserys Targaryen.”

“I don’t care who you are!”

“Vis?”  

“Uncle Vizzy!”

“What the seven hells?”  

He stepped into the small room that was clearly designed for children, sniffing at the cramped space and antiseptic smell.  “This will not do, I’m going to get you a bigger room.”  The Wolf got up to deal with the chaos, rolling his eyes and muttering something in his hard-to-understand accent about ‘pretentious dicks.’  Viserys had no idea who he was talking about.  His little sister was sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling her eyes and hiding a smile behind her coffee cup.  

She cleared her throat.  “Viserys.  I didn’t know you cared so much.”

“Shut up.”  He breezed to Lyella, who was still in costume, with her periwinkle hair and sparkling makeup.  It broke his heart– what amounted to his heart he wasn’t sure there was anything there– to see the streaks from tears in the makeup.  He reached into his breast pocket and removed some wipes, tsking under his breath.  “Darling you should never be seen without your makeup perfect.”  He started to fuss with her.  “What happened?  Who should I fire?”

Lyella giggled.  “I broke my wrist!  I fell, but it was fun because I was flying.”

“Spoken like a true Targaryen.”

“Viserys!” Dany snapped.  “Not funny!  She could have been hurt!”

“Obviously, which is why I will be launching a full scale investigation and firing anyone who had anything to do with this negligence.”  He inspected the cast that was wrapped around her wrist, set on a huge pillow with some ice packs.  It was purple.  He nodded approvingly.  “Good, matches your eyes and we can write it into the script.”

Lyella laughed again and sniffed, wincing when her wrist moved too quickly on the pillow.  “Ouch!”

“Did they not give you painkillers?  What the fuck Dany?”  He reached into his pocket and rummaged, coming up with a bottle.  He inspected the label, which had been worn off, and shrugged, opening the cap.  “Here, take a couple of these.”

Dany swatted the bottle out of his hand.  “You ass!”

“Dany!  Those were my last ones!”  

“I hardly believe that.”  She kissed Lyella’s head.  “I’ll be back, let me talk to your Uncle Viserys.”

Lyella shook her head, slumping into the pillows behind her.  “No, I want him to stay.”  

He smirked at his sister.  “Go find out what your wolf is doing.”

“Cleaning your mess up.”

“At least I’m not cleaning up one of his.”  

Dany muttered something about a dick, this time in Valyrian, and he ignored it because clearly she was talking about something she must need and perhaps the Wolf could deal with her while he remained with Lyella.  He honestly didn’t know why they were so upset.  He was just checking on his niece.  

He sat on the bed next to her and sighed, shaking his head.  “You broke your wrist, hm?”

She nodded.  “Pretty cool.”

“I suppose.”

“Why’d you come?  Thought you had work.”  She scowled.  “You weren’t on set.”

“I was busy.”

She sniffed again, her eyes narrowing, and she lifted her nose and gazed away from him, saying nothing.  It was a look he knew well, as it was one he had perfected over the years when he was mad at Dany.  He sighed, swallowing hard.  Something was very dry in his throat.  In fact, he felt a little shaky.  He didn’t know what was happening to him.  Was he coming off a high?  No, he’d done that earlier.  He reached a quivering hand to her shoulder, resting it lightly there.  She glanced down at it and then up at him again.  

He said nothing, but squeezed her shoulder gently.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.  

“Not your fault.”  She was too wise, sometimes, his Little Parasite.  She turned her face into the pillow.  “I’m sleepy Uncle Vizzy.”

“Where are your evil spawn siblings?”

“Dunno.  Don’t care.”

He pushed some of her straggly periwinkle hair back from her face and wiped down the makeup.  “Go to sleep.  I’ll make sure they give you some good drugs.  We’ll talk about your return to the set soon.”

“Okay.”  She closed her eyes and sighed again, whispering.  “Can you sign my cast?”

“No, that’s stupid.”  

“Okay.  Night night.”  

After a few moments, she was asleep and he’d cleaned off her makeup, tossing the wipes in a bin beside the bed.  He sat there a few minutes longer, unsure what to do.  Or why he kept shaking.  He blinked hard, his eyes very dry.  Or prickly.  What was happening to him!?  He got up and turned, in time to see Dany leaning against the doorway, her tired face smiling happily at him.  He sneered.  “What?”

“Oh nothing.  Viserys Targaryen has a heart.  Who would have thought?”

“You shut your dirty mouth and stop telling lies.”

“You love her.”

“No I don’t.  She’s an investment.  I was checking up on it.”

“Hmm.  Sure.”  Dany walked over to him and reached up on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.  She hiccuped a sob.  “I was so scared.  She’s so little.”

He squeezed her.  “She’s a Targaryen.”

“She’s a Snow too.”

“Hmm…I don’t know.”  

She lightly swatted his shoulder, but kept holding him.  He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed, closing his eyes.  Was that what this was?  Love?  Of course it was, he wasn’t a bloody idiot.  He loved Little Parasite and all her heathen siblings.  He loved his sister.  He loved his money and his production company too.  Dany murmured softly, “She’s gotta’ stay here for a couple more hours for observation and then we’ll go home.  They worried she had a concussion too.  The others are with Arya, they’ll be home and we’ll spend a couple more weeks here before heading back up to Inverness.”

His heart ached; he didn’t want them to leave.  Or maybe it was indigestion, he hadn’t eaten in a couple days.  “Stay as long as you want,” he whispered.  

“We will.  Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone that Viserys loves his niece.”  

He chuckled.  “You do and I’ll destroy your career, darling sister.”

Dany smirked up at him.  “Many have tried, no one has succeeded.  You’d never lose this investment.”

“Got me there.”  

She kissed his cheek.  “I’m going to check on Jon and see if he’s gotten the security people to stop threatening to arrest you.  Thankfully they seem to be fans of his and he’s signing autographs.  So you owe him.”

“Never,” he called.  He waited for her to leave and then slumped into the chair next to the bed, his eyes falling shut and head tilting back.  He was exhausted.  Was this what love was?  

Ugh, he hated it.  

But when he felt Lyella’s hand creep out to lightly touch his arm, he smiled and reached for it.  

And he kind of liked it too.

[bokunosimpfiction]

Demon!Dimitrescux Reader

Synopsis: Lady Dimitrescu reveals herself as a demon that has made it her personal mission to guard you after what you believe is the case of worst/best timing of your entire life. No trigger warnings. 1.6k words.

A/N: This took me less than two hours to write/publish this. I needed this out of my system ASAP

             The black Toyota Corolla had to look strangely familiar your first pass down the street. It reminded you of your boyfriend’s car, and you swore that the digits of the license plate must have been one or two off his, and the generic pine tree air freshener must have been a different color. Not to mention the woman in the backseat with a cocktail dress on.

             You chose not to think about it as you walked into the 7-11 in nothing but your pajamas and the pair of crocs you haven’t worn since being on the college swim team. It wasn’t hard to decide what to grab off the shelves. A bag of chips store brand sour patch kids and gummy worms, a two-liter of Pepsi, and a bottle of wine too big for one person. The cashier looked just as tired as you did, and you understood what it was like, barely, time is a social construct that distanced you deeply from the night shifts you pulled at this same store while in college. Nine to five shifts (Dolly Parton shifts, your coworker would call them with a smile) were only better because you could sit down and have a stable sleep schedule. It was the same grueling work, and in your case, you had to deal with the same shitty people that complained about things you can’t control.

             His droning voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts. “The total is forty-eight fifty-seven.” He was either crying in the backroom while you were picking out your chips or hit a massive dab, you weren’t sure, but his red eyes made either option feasible. You didn’t comment on it, only handing him two twenties and a ten and taking the change back before walking out the door. You didn’t say anything to him, and vice versa, which you appreciated because you didn’t have the energy to deal with a chatty Kathy right now. And as you pull yourself down the street, your bag of crap from 7-11 in your hand, you pass that same deja-vu-mobile and look at the stickers on the back.

             The same I love my dog and proud cat-dad stickers in the exact same place, the dent on the right side of the bumper, and the license plate that was in fact, one hundred percent his. Which begs the question, who was the girl in the cocktail dress, and what was she doing in the backseat? The question didn’t matter for long because the car promptly burst into flames. Oh well. Wait.

The.

Car.

Is.

On.

Fire.

             It’s your boyfriend’s car.

Your

Boyfriends.

Car.

Is.

On.

Fire.

             You wipe out your phone to call the fire department when you see the girl in the same cocktail dress crawl out of the car, dress pulled up to her waist, barefoot and mascara streaming down her face. She’s violently beating his clutch against the ground, desperate to put out the flames while your boyfriend slams the door open on the other side and throws himself out full force onto the asphalt of the busy street. He looks up and sees the anger in your eyes.

             “Hey, babe.”

             “I-I-can-” he stutters violently. His face was red in anger and blood dripping from his nose due to the face-first collision with the freshly paved street.

             “We’re over.”

             You do him the favor of calling the fire department for his car and walk off as soon as you hear the sirens of the firetruck. You didn’t have anything to do with it. No need to watch the fallout when you had nothing to do with the disaster. Besides, your soda’s getting cold, you wanted to drink that before it got Luke-warm. You ended up dropping off the crap and walking to the 24-7 grocery store a little farther in the other direction to get ice cream. Standing in the frozen aisle, in nothing but your pajamas, bright red crocs, and moist eyes, you try and decide between the weird, nuanced flavors that all taste like vanilla anyhow.

             You look up towards the top shelf when you notice the woman leaning over you. She’s deathly pale, skin as pale as paper and lipstick so red it glowed compared to everything else. Her huge hat would make a shadow on her face if it weren’t propped right above her hairline.

             “So, did you enjoy the show sweet-heart,” she whispers in your ear. You feel her breath on your neck and her gaze freezes your heart. “You didn’t think that his car catching on fire was a happy accident now did you?”

             You turn around, only not to see her behind you, but on the fogged-up glass doors on the other side of the aisle. “Did you really think that I’d be standing right behind you?” Her question is almost taunting.

             “Who are you?”

             She breathes into her elegant pipe only to blow out to re-fog the glass before staring dead into your eyes and saying the words that changed your life forever. “I’m your guardian demon.”

             You honestly thought you were losing your mind, seeing this woman in the glass, telling you she was a demon who set your ex’s car on fire. (It felt odd to call him that, you had been dating him for three years). Her elegant leg steps through the glass, her dress riding up to just below her knee before it hit the ground and the rest of her flowed into our realm as smoothly as her dress swayed when she walked over to you.

             She was almost twice your height, and the view from where she stood in front of you made her feel even more so tall. “So mortal, what do you have to say, knowing that you have a five-hundred-year-old all-powerful demon protecting you?”

             “What happened to my guardian angel?”

             She scoffs. “You never had one. Most people nowadays have guardian angels, in fact, I’ve only heard of one other mortal who hasn’t had one that’s alive right now.”

             “What do you mean?” You can’t help but ask. There’s an entire world of things you didn’t understand. Angels. Demons. Hell, even bigfoot could be real for all you know.

             “Well, darling, there is a very simple answer to that question: there are only so many angels for so many mortals, and so sometimes a few slip through the cracks of the system, and that’s where we step in.” She moves around to the refrigerator next to you and inspects the sorbets. “Despite what the church tells you, us demons love humans. They’re a claim to social status. You bring a human home, and you’re viewed as wealthy, famous even.”

             “So that’s what you get out of taking a person’s soul in a deal.”

             She turns to you. “When I what now?”

             “Ya’ know,” you say, “a person makes a deal with a demon in exchange for money or fame, and when they die their soul belongs to the demon and they’re doomed to eternal hell yada-yada-yada.”

             “Is that what they’re teaching you, now.”

             “At least that’s what my mother says. I didn’t really believe in any of this stuff till you stepped out of the door and said you set my ex’s car on fire.”

             “I would have done it sooner, but you looked so happy with him, it was difficult to pull that away from you,” she sighs before standing up to her full height, “that woman he was with was going to give you HPV and I’d prefer the human I fought tooth and nail over to not get an STD. I would never have let that stupid-man-thing touch you had I known he would cheat on you with a mortal so… infected.” What an interesting word to decide to land on.

             She turns and waltzes back across the aisle with a grace that has long been lost to time. “And besides, you’re better off without him, with him off your mind you’ll be able to take that new project on at work and get that raise you’ve been needing so badly.”

             You’re still trying to process this. “You mentioned that you only heard of one other mortal with a demon guardian. Who is he?”

             “His name doesn’t matter, all I really care about is that damn man-child, Heisenberg, is watching him, which means he won’t be alive much longer.”

             “Do you kill us?”

             She puts her hand to her chest and looks genuinely offended before her features soften when she realizes you had never met a demon in your entire life not to mention even believing in them. “We would never. Our humans are like our children, and while we may not be able to subtle pull strings to protect those that we watch over, we do have our more… direct ways of protecting them.”

             “Like setting his car on fire.”

             “I’ve done worse things to keep you safe.”

             Your face pales, but your curiosity brightens your eyes. “Like what?”

             “Your so demand, child, but remember when lightning struck the tree in your backyard, and it fell and landed on your neighbor fifteen or so years ago?”

             You can’t formulate words.

             “Or how your car broke down on the side of the road so you couldn’t reach the hotel you booked?”

             “You did that!”

             “They were going to steal your luggage!” She scoffs before taking a long drag from her pipe. “Anymore, questions?”

             “Is Jesus real?”

             “I wasn’t there for that, and if he was, he hasn’t left his fluffy little sky bed since being nailed to that goddamn cross.”

             “One more.”

             “It better not be stupid, darling.”

             “What ice cream should I get?”

             Her soft smile returns. “Get the java-chip, but the one right behind the front one, there’s a little extra than usual in that container.”

[purplebass]

Why did Will want to save Lucie at the end of COI? And what this entitles for their relationship as father and daughter?

At the end of COI, Jessamine went to Will and Tessa to warn them about Lucie’s intentions and stop her from doing things she may regret. But Lucie, along with Jesse and Malcom, had already fled the Institute when Will went to the sanctuary, resulting in his decision to rescue her and getting James and Magnus involved because he doesn’t want the news to spread. 

Will tells Magnus that they are going to save Lucie because he believes Malcom kidnapped her. After all, she is only 16, and despite being at the border between still childhood and adulthood (the age of majority at the time), she would likely be regarded as a child from her parents until she leaves home to live on her own, or she gets married to someone. See, James already did this step by leaving the Institute and getting married to Cordelia.

Will is Lucie’s father, and of course he is worried for her. It would be out of character if he wasn’t. Even if Lucie wrote a note in which she said she was going to revive Jesse somewhere with Malcom, willingly (and we also have scenes to prove it), it doesn’t sit right with Will, and for good reasons. As Will points out to Magnus:

Will’s expression darkened. “Like hell,” he said. “He ran off with my daughter. Who is sixteen years old.”

Aside from Lucie being sixteen, Will also fears that Malcom has ill intentions towards his daughter, and he doesn’t waste time in enlisting his son and old friend to go get her. We, as readers, know that Lucie decided to leave for Cornwall with Malcom willingly, and Magnus also tells that to Will. He probably took them away at the end because of what she had achieved in the sanctuary, so that nobody would find out. Malcom shouldn’t have bad intentions here; he still needs Lucie’s help to call for Annabel’s ghost and he needs her to be fine to do it.

I don’t think it was casual that Jesse was revived right before Malcom, Lucie and Grace would have to leave. The reader already knows that Grace isn’t coming, so to avoid Lucie going with Malcom alone, Jesse was resuscitated at this point to protect Lucie’s interest, which is something important. He already tried to do it while he was a ghost, but that we know he couldn’t have done it anymore because he had faded. Now it’s his chance to look after her and to avoid that Malcom does something to her while she’s unconscious. Again, I don’t believe something bad happened here, because it seems like Malcom and Magnus don’t have a bad relationship in TDA. It’s over 100 years later, yeah, but Malcom wouldn’t have been High Warlock of Los Angeles if he had done something in TLH. I guess.

Will still sees Lucie as a child, but she is on the path to growing up, to becoming adult. He feels like it’s his duty as a father to save his daughter from someone he thinks might harm her, or that she may do something illegal like necromancy. He feels the need to protect her. She also behaved like a younger girl during COG, but we know that she is becoming secretive with time and her bubbly and optimistic mask is also cracking. Tessa also points this out:

“On the other hand,” said Tessa, “she certainly concealed the fact of her friendship with Jesse’s ghost all this time. She’s entering a rather secretive age, I think.”

They are not against Lucie befriending ghosts, nor they are surprised. What seems to shock Will the most about Lucie is what she did to Gast’s ghost that Jessamine witnessed firsthand: 

“That doesn’t sound like Lucie,” Will said, but a terrible prickly feeling was coming over him. He wanted to believe Jessamine was mistaken, or even lying, but what reason would she have?

The Lucie Will and Tessa know wouldn’t do that, according to them, to the Lucie she’s been all of those years. She wouldn’t be too secretive, either, because she hardly conceals her feelings in their opinion, which is untrue. Most of Lucie’s feelings are private, and what she shows the world is only the surface. And it’s not weird that the person who caught her heart was someone she could not tell anyone about. Some secret that was only hers, that she didn’t trust anyone with in order to protect the person she loved. But also, because everyone seems to overlook Lucie, so she found no point in telling anyone and sharing the burden. Not that anybody asked how she felt.

The point of this plot with Will, James and Magnus going after Lucie to rescue her, is to show that she has grown up and she is consciously making her decisions, however questionable they are. Because bringing your boyfriend back from the dead is also a questionable choice, if you think about it.

Lucie is not a child anymore, although Will may still think that she is. She doesn’t need rescuing because she knows how to rescue herself and that Jesse is also there as an ally. There are some types of parents like Will who will always consider their kids as if they are forever little until such children, they do something to “sever” the connection. Not in the sense of breaking up with their parents, but of starting a new arc of their life. We all have phases in our lives, and they are not fixed. When we, for example, leave our family’s home to live on our own (or with someone) or I don’t know, we get married or have a child, or any other act that starts a new life cycle for us, we are reborn again. It’s like a new start. 

So, I think that might be the case here.

Lucie did the first rebellious thing of her life (CC said in an ask that it was James, usually, the one who was more rebellious) and made her parents worry. And in Will’s mind, I can see it. As a father, he is protective of her. This is why he thinks she needs rescuing. Not because he believes Lucie incapable of returning to London by herself, to save herself. But because he still thinks Lucie as his small little child he needs to protect. Magnus realized it too, and I believe that during the trip to Cornwall, he may enlighten Will about this more, because the only thing in his mind at the moment is to reach Lucie asap, and take her back to the comfortable protection of the Institute/home.

“I would urge you not to think of it in those terms,” said Magnus. “Malcolm didn’t kidnap Lucie. According to her note, it’s her goal to help Jesse. That’s what they both think they’re doing.” He sighed. “Malcolm has something of a focus on the Blackthorns.”

Will looked intrigued. “There is more to this story, and I will get it out of both of you before we reach Cornwall.”

We understand that Magnus already thinks that Lucie might not, surely, need rescuing. And he tells James, who seems more reasonable than his father, that his sister might not want to be helped.

“You cannot save people who do not want to be saved,” said Magnus. “You can only stand by their side and hope that when they wake and realize they need saving, you will be there to help them.” He paused. “It’s something to keep in mind as we go to help your sister.”

This may also hint that Will’s relationship with Lucie may change a little in COT, and that he will have to let her go. That he will have to trust her because she has matured and she can make her own decisions.

[crashingmeteorz]

post-war ba sing se bimbo headcanons

so zuko becomes the firelord, and jin and jet think it’s hilarious. he’s so good at it. he’s so charismatic. they’re like “who the hell is this guy? when did he get mature and responsible???” and song’s like “when zuko wasn’t doing stupid shit, he was stopping you two from doing stupid shit, i saw this coming a mile away.”

jin joins the kyoshi warriors, and is overwhelmed by all the pretty girls she’s working with, but for the most part it becomes a sisterhood. she will forever and always have a severe crush on suki, however, and really, can you blame her? so when suki reciprocates, jin writes song a four-page essay about it.

anyway, when zuko asks the warriors to come to the capital, obviously jin’s there, too. jet and song show up almost immediately after jin does.

“what, you two are hanging out without us now?” song asks them accusatorily. “it’s not fair that only you get to see jin, zuko.”

“yeah,” jet says. “and i used to see zuko shirtless a few times a week. and i thought i was lucky! now jin’s a kyoshi warrior and she gets to see it every day?”

“she does not!” says zuko. “yeah,” says jin, while shaking her head the opposite.

attempts on zuko’s life are about as common as rain showers, so song starts testing basically everything he eats with some of her chemicals. every time she finds something insidious, she tracks down every link in the chain that got the food to him, and finds a way to rectify the situation. she doesn’t trouble zuko with this, because he’s got enough going on. also, he probably maybe wouldn’t approve of her methods.

(song is not inherently violent, but when it comes to her family, she’s downright vicious).

jet wants to get in on the action, but between song’s disarming sweetness and the kyoshi warrior’s intimidation, zuko’s basically protected. what he isn’t, is good with people.

zuko can make grand dramatic speeches all day long, but when it comes to the council, or local government officials, or merchants, or literally even jet, he’s the same awkward kid jet met on the boat to ba sing se.

“you are never going to make it as firelord.” jet tells him from the couch he’s lounging on while he watches zuko practice a very basic interaction in the mirror.

“okay, fuck you, too.” zuko says miserably.

“sorry, i wasn’t clear,” jet says, standing beside zuko. “you are never going to make it as firelord without me.”

jet tries in vain to get zuko to lie better, to present himself differently, to deceive just a little bit, but it just isn’t happening. zuko doesn’t even want to lie, he doesn’t want to be like his father and azula, so they take a different approach.

instead, jet teaches him how to spot liars, and how to play the game. it’s basic stuff, like let silence linger because they’ll want to fill it if they’re afraid you don’t believe them. ask them bizarre questions so they overcorrect. if they’re complimenting you too much, they’re trying to deceive you.

to jet, it’s survival. to zuko, it’s like a whole world has opened up he never knew about. he hangs on to jet’s every word, and at the end, he asks that jet join him in council meetings, naming him an ambassador from the earth kingdom.

this is how jet discovers that he’s AMAZING at politics. he can’t believe how easy it is. he considers taking it up as a hobby when he gets back to the earth kingdom.

“you can’t do politics as a hobby,” zuko says.

“why not?” jet says. “it’s just fun. it’s not what i’m meant to be doing forever though.”

“do you have a mysterious job back in the earth kingdom none of us know about?” asks jin.

“yes,” says song, irritable from today’s batch of poison discoveries, “he’s working full-time as a little bitch.”

the more meetings jet attends, the more he wonders if politics really is for what he’s meant. arguing and debating delights him and, unlike the exhausted zuko, he leaves the debates feeling energized. but it just feels so bureaucratic, so useless compared to what he did during the war.

he’s so torn about it that he finally asks song for advice.

“i don’t know anything about politics,” she says tiredly. he’s playing idly with her hair after she’s had a long day of Keeping Zuko Alive. “why are you asking me?”

“because you don’t hold back,” jet tells her. “because you let me know when i’ve gone too far.”

song’s glad it’s dark in the lounge, because she can’t believe she’s blushing.

“well,” she says finally. “what would you be in it for?”

“what do you mean?” he says. “i just like it.”

“do you like the attention?” song asks. “are you just interested in the drama of it all? or do you want to make a difference?”

“i want to make a difference,” he says confidently. “i want to help the earth kingdom.”

“well, then, there’s your answer,” song says.

“yeah,” jet agrees. “no politics for me.”

“wait, what?” song asks him, because how did he reach that conclusion?

“it’s just smooth talking and paperwork. it’s not gonna help the earth kingdom,” jet tells her. “i’m not selling out.”

“is that what you think zuko’s doing?” she asks.

“of course not,” jet says, rolling his eyes. “but he’s also the firelord. that’s different.”

“and he’s your best friend,” she reminds him. “and you also happen to be on good terms with the avatar and the leaders of the southern water tribe, so you know you have influential people who will hear you out. if you want to make a difference, this is probably the best way.”

he’s quiet for a while. he almost looks disappointed.

“not every battle is on the battlefield, jet,” song says gently. “it’s not as glamorous, or as dangerous. it’s tedious and difficult and boring. but it’s what’s left, after the war.”

“i guess that’s the thing,” jet says sadly. “i don’t know who i am without the war.”

“i do,” song says with so much sincerity jet almost blushes. almost. he’s still, like, cool.

if they fall into a routine where song fixes his hair into something presentable for council meetings and jet forces her to take a break and enjoy the sunshine once in a while, zuko and jin don’t feel it’s necessary to comment.

for like three days.

“you stole my boyfriend,” zuko accuses song after catching her and jet kissing. the fact that sokka’s napping with his head in zuko’s lap as he says so doesn’t seem to faze him.

“you stole my ostrich horse,” she says, for the last time ever, “so now we’re even.”

“what’s with you and guys with weird facial hair?” jin asks as she stuffs her face with fire flakes, her new favorite treat. “first haru and now jet?”

“haru?” jet squeaks.

“i liked haru’s moustache,” song says thoughtfully. “i thought it made him look mature.”

“at least if jet grew a moustache i’d understand what everyone sees in him,” sokka says sleepily. “no offense.”

“you’re just mad i kissed zuko first,” huffs jet.

jet stops shaving that week. everyone notices.

when song and jet finally prepare to go back to the earth kingdom, jet privately asks zuko if it’s true that he and aang are considering founding a city that unites the nations. zuko tells him it is.

“well, i want in. whenever that is,” he says, and jet and zuko hug.

song and her mother open up a hospital and sanctuary that specifically caters to displaced families. jet reunites with longshot and smellerbee, and they drift around but tend to come back to the sanctuary. they often go out on missions to try and reunite families. it’s not quite fighting, and it’s not quite peace, so it’s a good transition for jet and his freedom fighters.

eventually, things slow down and so does jet. he starts walking around the village they’re located in without his weapons. a child asks song where she got the scars on her leg, and when she explains it was a firebender, the child says “oh, did he get in trouble?” song laughs and laughs, because for the first time in years, there are children who don’t know war.

jin doesn’t stay as a kyoshi warrior forever, but she does decide to settle down on kyoshi. she never really wanted the dangerous life, she just wanted some adventure and sort of stumbled into the chaos of jet and song and zuko. the quiet island is perfect for her. she still stirs up trouble once in a while though.

“COME GET YOUR IDIOT SHE TRIED TO RIDE THE UNAGI.” suki writes in two identical letters, one to jet and song and one to zuko.

“okay, whatever suki tells you, i want you to know she’s lying. i DID ride the unagi and it was SICK. sokka was here recently and said someone invented an image-capture thing is that true? because if it is i want you to bring one and come here ASAP so i can do it AGAIN.” says the fervent letter from jin that arrived three days after suki’s.

jet and song arrive promptly, song laden with medical supplies and a sternly-worded letter from her mother to jin. jet brings a camera.

zuko shows up a few days later with the latest in camera technology and a photographer, as well as his one-year-old daughter. he goes all-out because this is his and izumi’s first trip together. jet grumbles about being one-upped.

“you’re the firelord, you’re gonna encourage this?” song asks him, eyes furious but voice sweet as she plays with izumi. “excuse me, song, but the war is over, i have no jurisdiction here. if an earth kingdom citizen wants to exercise her right to be a dumbass she’s more than welcome to,” says zuko in his most diplomatic voice.

“and,” he adds more gently, “i missed you guys.” song still thinks he’s being ridiculous, but she gives him a big hug anyway.

zuko has to firebend at the unagi to stop it from eating jin and song is left to mend jin’s broken arm. jet takes pictures throughout the entire thing, from her climbing onto the creature, to getting thrown, to being bandaged up and laughs the whole time. song produces a second letter written by her mother which she was instructed only to give to jin in the event she rode the unagi.

all it says in neat hand-writing is, “i told you so. now come home so i can feed you, you ridiculous child.”

“i’m 24,” pouts jin, but since she’s the youngest, the group agrees heartily with song’s mother.

the five of them go to the sanctuary, where iroh is drinking tea with song’s mother and trading stories about their new respective lives.

zuko has to return to the capital in three days, iroh’s got his tea shop to run, and jin isn’t planning on staying long because her “super hot girlfriend is doing something extremely sexy” and she has to get back soon.

“jin, please, just talk normal for once in your life,” zuko begs her, bouncing izumi on his lap. “fine,” she says, “she’s being voted in as the leader of the island and i want to be there for the ceremony.”

jet realizes it’s not often he’ll have all the people he loves in one place, and quietly asks song something important.

they get married the night before zuko and jin leave, in front of jet’s freedom fighters and song’s mother and iroh. jin and zuko stand as their maid of honor and best man. zuko cries.

for the first time in almost two decades, all of them start to feel at peace.

ty so much for this au @azenkii writing about it is one of the most enjoyable experiences haha. is this update softer than usual? yes, of course, it’s what they deserve.

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The Three Rules

Rule #1

Summary: Spencer and F!bau!reader learn to trust each other during a difficult case.

warnings: swearing(mild), injury, angst, criminal minds style issues

Pairing: Spencer Reid x  F!Reader Words: 4.2K

A/N: I took forever to get to the point on this one! the beginning is supper fluffy and the end has mostly angst with a little fluff. Part 2 will be up tomorrow! *I do not own any CM characters

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Rule #1: Trust in each other

A familiar buzzing enters my dream and wakes me. Both Spencer and I’s phones are buzzing loudly on the bedside table and I see him groggily move his hair from his eyes and pick his phone up. 

“Hello?” His voice is low and scratchy but his eyes open a little more when he hears whoever is on the other end. Must be Hotch. I groan loudly and turn over to grab my own phone which has ceased its relentless buzzing. Three texts, all from JJ. we have a case, get to BAU ASAP. Well, there goes my weekend.

“Yeah she's here with me, might be a little late, have to drop by her apartment- yeah, yeah we’ll get there as soon as we can- no, don't wait up, we’ll meet you at the tarmac.”

He hung up his phone and placed it back on the table before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“I got the same text. How long have we got?” He reached a hand for mine and pulled me into him like we always do in the morning. 

“Not long enough i’m afraid.”  He placed a quick kiss on my forehead and then released me from his grip. We both rose from the bed and gathered our things. He quickly put on his work clothes while I just threw on a sweater of his and a pair of running shorts that I had brought with me. I would be sleeping on the jet anyways, It would be a long flight. 

After a few minutes I stood in Spencer's kitchen grabbing his keys along with mine.

“Spence? Babe, we gotta go, where are you?” I walked around his small apartment to find him standing in front of his bathroom mirror struggling with his tie.

“I can't. It's always so crooked!” I chuckled and he turned from the mirror with a pout on his face.

“Alright, come here.” I continued laughing as he smiled at me and walked to where I stood in the doorway. As I fixed up his tie he snuck his hands around my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

“You know Y/N, we've been dating for six months and it would definitely save us both a lot of time if-” 

He started to blush and I brought my arms up underneath his own, around his back so they rested on his shoulders. 

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” the creeping blush on his face increased ten fold.

“Well, I mean- yes- well, not if you don't want to- I mean it would definitely be easier for the both of us- but I mean if you think it's too fast- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or- you can just say no-” 

He stuttered during his rambles and stopped for long enough that I could kiss him with a big grin on my face.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes. Yes, that's a yes. I would love to move in with you Spencer Reid. But, we’re running late, so let's go”

With a big grin on his face I rushed him out the door with his go bag and satchel before driving the both of us over to my apartment. I dashed up the stairs to grab my own go bag and my work clothes before going right back down to the car. 

Spencer~

I swear the smile that she manages to put on my face is something no one else can do. Even as she drove to the tarmac where the team was waiting, the car quiet with only her playlist going on in the background, she managed to light up my whole world. She was still wearing my sweater and a pair of her black running shorts. Her hair was in a messy bun on the very top of her head and she wore a pair of faded high tops on her feet. It didn't matter that we had been awake for a total of 20 minutes or that she had less than a minute to get ready, she was always the most beautiful girl in the world to me. 

She parked in the lot next to JJ’s car and we both rushed out to where we saw the rest of the team loading up into the jet.

“About time lovebirds.” Morgan snickered when he saw us and ruffled my hair as I plopped into the seat beside him. 

“Good morning to you too Morgan” I smiled and grabbed a case file from JJ’s outstretched hand. 

I saw Y/N sit beside Emily on the other side of the jet and pretend to look into her case file while she said something to Emily. Emily quickly turned her head to look at me and then back to Y/N. A big smile spread across her face and she motioned JJ over to them who did just about the same thing.

“What do you think they talk about back there?” I looked up from my file and back to Morgan and Hotch.

“I think I have a pretty good idea” I smiled to myself and ignored Morgan's pleas to tell him. JJ will tell him as soon as we’ve been briefed I'm sure. But for now, I couldn't resist holding something over his head.

Y/N~

JJ briefed Spencer and I just as the jet began to take off. She took little glances at Spence while she briefed us, smiling broadly and not even bothering to try and hide it. Spence put a hand on my thigh mindlessly as we reviewed the case file. The comfort of having him so close to me made me tired all over again. 

“Well, that's pretty much everything. I guess I’ll leave you two alone” JJ kept on smiling and walked across the jet over to Morgan and Hotch with Emily close behind her. I noticed Em pulled out her phone and Face Timed Garcia to tell her the news.

Spencer's hand was still resting on my thigh as he looked over his file. I took my hair out from its constraints and took my glasses off, placing a single earbud in, and leaned my head onto Spencer's shoulder. He smiled and put his file down on his lap taking his now free arm and wrapping it around me. I started to drift off just as I felt him take one hand around my back and the other under my knees. He lifted me up from my seat, being careful not to yank the earbud from my ear and placed me lying horizontally onto the jet's couch. He walked away for a moment after he set me down and I groaned at the loss of contract. Then, almost as fast as he had left, he was back, grabbing the king size blanket from my go bag and settling himself behind me on the couch, pulling me into his side, and putting the blanket around the both of us.

Spencer~

JJ shook my shoulder to wake me as the plane started to land. Y/N had already awoken and changed into her work clothes. She wore a pair of blue jeans with a tight red t-shirt and an FBI windbreaker, though still wearing her faded hightops as she always does. Hotch decided to send all of us to the precinct right away instead of splitting us up like we usually do. The case was personal for everyone at the precinct. Mainly because this killer was targeting law enforcement as their main victims. He tortured them and their family members and sent parts of them back to the precinct for all of their colleagues to find. 

“Reid, Y/L/N, can I talk to you for a moment?” As soon as we walked in and set our things down I heard Hotch call our names. 

“Oooh, someones in trouble” I swatted at Morgan and gave him a glare before waiting for Y/N and walking into an empty conference room with Hotch.

“Something wrong?” Y/N talked immediately while I opted to stay silent. Hotch almost never calls people out like this.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to warn you, two is all.”

“Warn us? About what?” Y/N continued to talk with him as I stood awkwardly beside her.

“Well, as I’m sure you both figured out the team told me that you are moving in together. I am happy for you both, I am. I just need to warn you not to let that excitement and emotion come through in the field.”

“Hotch, you know us, we’ve never let that happen before” I spoke this time letting Y/N take a break from this little tough love talk I'm sure we were about to receive.

“Of course. I know that, but this case is different. Our lives are at stake here as well. Even more so now that we are the highest authority here. I need you to be able to know that and still work this without any issues. So, be honest with me. Do you both think that you can do that?”

Without a second of hesitation we both responded.

“Yes.” 

I would say that's one of the reasons our relationship works so well. We aren't just on the same page about each other, we also both know that we love our jobs, they are our whole lives, and we would give anything to do them together.

“Good. that's all, let's get to work”

Y/N~

Hotch left the room right away, giving Spencer and I one moment alone.

“We can do this right?” I looked at him, suddenly questioning what a moment ago I had said without hesitation.

“Hey, look at me.” I brought my head up to look him in his hazel eyes.

“We got this.”

I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm before walking from the room and continuing our work. If only I had known what was to come.

For the next week our entire team worked tirelessly to find the killer. While we worked five more people were killed. Two of them were children, three of them were parents, all of them were connected in some way to the same precinct where every day my team sat and worked. Every single death took an ever bigger toll than the ones before it. Day by day I could see everyone's spirits starting to break. I decided that was enough. I made a vow to myself that not one more person would be hurt by this man while I was here. And I kept my promise. Unbeknownst to Spencer or the rest of the team I devised my own plan to bring this man out into the open. It was risky, it was dangerous, and it was really, really, stupid. But it worked. 

Spencer~

Three days after our arrival, the killer began to send notes to us. He knew us all by name. He knew our relationships, and our past, and things about us that we thought no one else knew. It was my job to decode the messages, respond, and draw whatever conclusions I could from the way he wrote. In the last message before everything went down I noticed something strange. Something that he didn't do in any of the other messages. He directed it only to Y/N, and not to anyone else. In every single other note that he sent to us he wrote all of our names on it. Making sure to put at least one personal detail about each of us in the note to show us that he was the one in control. He wanted us to feel like we were helpless. And in a way, we were. 

“It just bothers me is all” Hotch had ordered all of us to go to the hotel for the night. Most of us hadn't slept in over thirty hours and we weren't going to be any good to anyone like that. I stood by the sink brushing my teeth and I tried to talk through my thoughts with Y/N.

“Spence, I know it's creepy, trust me. But i don’t think it's anything weird okay? I'm sure tomorrow he'll send a note that's only to you, or only to Hotch or something, I just happen to be the first in his pattern.”

“Well that's what bothers me! You know as well as I do that the first person in a pattern is always the most significant. No one starts a pattern without thinking about the first number in it more than the rest.”  

I undid my tie and set it on the chair in the corner of our shared room. At that moment I knew something was wrong. There was no way she would brush off an idea of mine like that unless she definitely knew I was wrong. But she couldn't know I was wrong, could she?

Y/N~

It was time for me to act. Spencer was right, I wasn't the first in his new pattern for no reason. It was because I communicated with him. I gave him what he wanted. Me.

“Spence, I’m going to head to the precinct with JJ and Em okay?” He was laying face down in the bed still asleep. He had been awake and working even more than the rest of us so i decided to leave with some of the others and let him sleep in.

“Huh?” He groggily turned his head to the side to look at me and I pushed a curl out of his face.

“I'm leaving baby, you go back to sleep, it's all good” I gave him a final kiss on the back of his head and without a single word of protest he fell back asleep.

I felt horrible lying to him, but I couldn't put him in danger. I might be able to end this thing without putting anyone else in danger. I holster my gun and grab the keys for one of the SUV’s. I drove to the meeting spot. It was a house on the very outskirts of the town, pretty much in the desert. The house was decrepit and in major need of repair. I'm meeting a goddamn serial killer though so I guess that's to be expected. I stepped out of the car with my weapon in my hand. I called out but didn't really expect a response back, nor did I receive one. I tried the handle of the door to find that it was unlocked and swung it open with my foot so as to keep my weapon up. I heard a creak from the upper floor and immediately dashed up the rickety stairs to find him. 

The way he looked into my eyes will haunt me forever. I looked into his dark eyes and saw nothing. Like there was no soul behind them. Rossi always says that that's the only similarity he has found in all of the serial killers he has interviewed. They are of different genders and races and from different parts of the world but the one thing they all have in common is the look in their eyes. You could stare at them for days and you would never see any glimmer of emotion in them.

In the short second that I was stunned by his presence he started to come toward me. I screamed to him, 

“One more step and I shoot!” not that I really believed it. He obviously didn't either because he kept on walking in a straight line for me.

“Ha! Tsk, tsk, tsk. No you won't. Not when you don't know who I have” 

I paused again. What could have been my final mistake. Who he had? He didn't have anyone. But that wasn't exactly a risk I was comfortable taking. He lunged for me and my gun flew from my hands in the struggle. He hit me more times than I could count. He held a knife in one hand but had yet to use it. I scrambled back towards the stairs and he followed. With still no soul in his eyes and a knife in one hand he slashed at me. I landed on the floor just before the stairs and he kicked me down them. The only thought before panic was pain. My mind was foggy but I managed to crawl a few feet and I took out my phone calling 911 as he walked calmly down the stairs behind me.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, FBI badge number 2075778924 i need an ambulance, swat, and police, call SSA Aaron Hotchner.”

There was blood and a kick, and then I was out.

Spencer~

I woke to a knock on my hotel room door. I was still half asleep but I dragged myself from the bed and opened the door to find Emily and JJ waiting with worried looks.

“Hey guys, sorry i slept late, i thought you went to the-”

“Reid listen to me, Y/N's hurt and she’s with the unsub, Derek, Rossi, and Hotch are there now but-” I dashed back inside the room threw on my converse and grabbed my gun before running back to the door and out to the car with them just behind me. 

“How bad was she hurt JJ?” I sat in the front with Emily driving as JJ was in the back trying still to talk to someone on the phone.

“I don't know, none of them are picking up” my eyes were wide and my heart was beating out of my chest as they started to explain to me what had happened while I had slept. As I slept she was being reckless. As I slept she lied to me. As I slept she was in danger.

Y/N~ 

I awoke with Derek standing over me and a very persistent pounding in my head. 

“Did it work?”

“Yeah girl genius, it worked” Derek shook his head with a smirk and helped the EMT’s sit me up before walking outside. Hotch and Rossi walked over to where the EMT’s had taken me on the gurney and attempted to give me angry looks, but I could still tell that underneath them were just looks of relief. I shooed off someone trying to lift me into a gurney and instead hopped off one and walked over to an ambulance where I sat on the metal step.

“Y/L/N, that was reckless.”

“I know, Hotch, I’m sorry”

“I'm glad you're okay. Get cleaned up and we’ll talk about punishment later.” I nodded and thanked him before he walked off to help Morgan get the unsub into custody. Rossi, however, insisted on staying by my side until Spencer got here.

“I'm glad you're okay kid. But what you did was stupid. And trust me, I know stupid.” 

I laughed and nodded to him.

“I know, I know. I just couldn't let anyone else get hurt.”

“Kid, we're a team. The point of a team is to tell us what you're thinking so we can help.” I stayed quiet as the EMT’s came over to examine me and start to stitch me up. Just as someone placed a bandage over a large gash on my forehead I heard a car pull up and several doors open and close. Spencer jumped out of the front seat and began to half jog with a crazy expression on his face over to me. Emily and JJ ran to him and just in front of him trying to stop him from whatever they thought he was about to do.

“What the hell were you thinking!” His pained angry scream took me by surprise. Spencer never raised his voice. Never. 

“You put yourself in needless danger! For what? For glory? For pride?” He was closer to me now but he continued to scream. Emily and JJ were still alongside him, Em was almost in front of him trying to talk him down and obviously not succeeding. Every word he said was like a stab. As he finally reached where I was sitting in the ambulance Emily and JJ stopped trying to move in front of him and instead came to my side.

“Needless? This is what you call needless? Five people were killed, Spencer! You saw as well as I did how everyone was coping! I needed to do something! And It worked! I caught the bastard and I’m fine!” 

When I first started speaking it was quiet and sad. But after a minute of seeing the anger in his eyes I began to raise my voice as well. All of the emotion from the past treacherous week came flooding out to him and by the last sentence I was screaming too. 

He looked me dead in the eyes and Emily placed a hand on my back to comfort me as I was now crying unabashedly.

“I need you to trust me with things like this. None of this works if you don't trust me. We don't work if you don't trust me”

His voice broke and the look in his eyes turned from anger to a deep sense of pain and sadness. He turned around sharply and began to walk off.

“Spence! Spencer!”

I was crying as Emily looked over at me. I tried to stand up to follow him but was met by three sets of hands pushing back into a seated position.

“No, Y/N. I've got this one.”  

JJ stood from her spot beside me and jumped down from the ambulance to walk towards Spencer. Em and Rossi stayed with me as I cried into my hands and after a few minutes Emily ushered the EMT’s back to me so that they could continue their work. 

I looked over to where JJ had followed Spencer, by a big oak tree just within sight of me. They stood facing each other and I could see Spencer gesticulating wildly with his hands as JJ talked calmly and every once in a while motioned over to where I was sitting. She put a hand on his arm and I watched as his whole body tensed before he pulled back from her. She looked back at me for a second and said something to him before walking over to where Hotch and Morgan were waiting.

“He’ll come around, he's just hurt” Emily looked at me with sad eyes and I nodded. I kept my eyes trained on where Spencer was standing. Even though he was crying and so, so, very mad at me, he couldn't help but keep looking back at me every few seconds. Still trying to make sure that I was there. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I’m sorry but your shoulder is going to have to be put back into place before we send you to the hospital.”

The voice tore me away from Spencer, and Emily took my hand and smiled at me.

“Um, okay. Do I need to do anything or…” 

The pain radiating from all over my body made me unfocused and I trailed my sentence off.

“No but, it's going to hurt. A lot.”

“Great. Well, let's get this over with then” Em took my good hand to brace me and the EMT took the other one.

“Okay ready? One… two...and” just before “three” he rotated my arm and a loud pop told me it was back in place. That, and my scream of bloody murder.

Spencer~

I stood with my back to her but every few seconds I would look back. Just to be sure I guess. I wasn't even mad anymore. Other than at myself for yelling at her. I was just scared. Out of what seemed like nowhere I heard her scream out in pain. Not a sound that you like to hear when your girlfriend’s in an ambulance and you aren't even standing close to her. Without a second though I sprinted over to her in a panic to find her hyperventilating and her eyes wide in panic.

“S-spence- Im sorry- im so-so sorry” She was crying and all of her words were broken apart into little pieces. I right away sat down and pulled her into my lap, being as careful as I could to not disturb her bad arm.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I should have stayed with you and I do trust you, you know that” She sobbed into my chest and let out weak whimpers with each one. The pain in her voice broke my heart.

“Can you give her something? Anything?” I looked around but everyone shook their heads. So instead I just pulled her closer to me and tried my best to help her breathe.

“I-do-trust you-.”

“I know baby, I know you do, its okay”

I held her like that for an hour. The team all stayed with us and stood in a circle outside of the ambulance watching me hold her tight to me as she worked through the pain. Eventually the pain subsided, she was breathing normally again and could almost move without crying out. 

“Hey Y/N, you know I’ll always love you right?”

“I know. I love you too”

And that was the real lesson of rule number one. It wasn't that we needed to trust each others skills, or jobs, or actions. We just needed to trust that we would always love each other. And that trust is the most important of all.

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Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 33: The Hikari Of Dawn (Review)

Thoughts on the thirty-third episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

I thought this was a pretty decent episode. Definitely not as good as last week’s, but better than the previous Taichi-centric episodes.

The episode opened well with the Vademon being creepy and cult-like. I prefer this method of informing the audience, versus Koushirou just spouting exposition out of nowhere.

Oh, I spoke too soon. Here Koushirou is again going off about his forever-in-the-background ISS plotline . . . XD;

LMAO at Jou and the conveniently placed Gomamon. XD; Gomomon: “They [the digimon] must really like you, Jou.” Jou: “What do they like?!” WE HAVE NO IDEA, JOU, YOU TELL US. I really liked Jou in his introduction episode, but ever since then, he’s grown into the most unlikeable cast member in the Adventure franchise . . .

The small snippets with the “other” kids are much too brief and really add nothing to the plot. This series really needs to get all the kids back together ASAP and let magic happen between them. I’m so tired of The Taichi Show feat. Bits of a Few Others.

LMAO Hikari did it again! Taichi: “Hikari!” Hikari: *Turns to look at him.* Taichi: “Hikari! I’m coming to save you right now!” Hikari: *Turns . . . away.* XD; Man, this girl. It makes me laugh too much for me to hate her for it, though, lol.

Hikari has never been more creepy and evil-looking than when her eyes are glinting blue while covered in that blue energy/power. XD;

The whole Millenniumon resurrection plot is cool and interesting. But it diminishes SkullKnightmon’s role in the series (where he has lasted “this long” over the other villains, and super evolves to DarkKnightmon). His whole purpose was to be a tool for Tailmon to play hide-and-seek in, so she and Hikari could be sacrificed to resurrect Millenniumon? OK, cool, I guess. It does feel very random, too. :P

How fucking creepy was Hikari when she was disappearing into the black hole/vortex? XD; What did she mouth to Taichi as she sunk back into the hole? “Bye, Bitch.”? XD;

Sora and Garudamon destroy SkullKnightmon’s “horse”, lol. That’s their level of epicness. Forever side-lined. :P

The whole sequence of Hikari finding Tailmon inside DarkKnightmon was cool . . . but super weird? Just the idea of it. Why was Tailmon locked inside of some random digimon? Because they were both “chosen” by Millenniumon to be sacrificed for his resurrection? That’s it. And it just seems so random. Could the writers not come up with something better? :P

Ghost!Tailmon looks creepy. Thus she makes the perfect partner for our creepy li’l Hikari-chan! :D

Oh look, the super uncommon, tiring, miraculous Mega evolution of WarGreymon is happening . . . again. :P Toei really should’ve just stuck to alternating the Mega evolutions for the kids here (a la their rushed Ultimate evolutions), instead of giving us WarGreymon three times within four episodes . . . it’s just so stale. Give me the other children and their Megas!

Hikari: “I’m sorry, but I believed in you [Taichi]. I knew you would definitely come!” That doesn’t excuse you just flat out ignoring him and turning your nose up at him though, lmao. Oh, Hikari. (I get it, though. I’m completely fine with her excuse. But I still think it’s hella funny. XD;)

The Vademon chanting reminds me of the aliens from Toy Story. XD;

Welcome to the team, Tailmon! Now can we please move the plot along and reunite all the kids already?! I have 33 episodes left of this show and I demand to see Yamato for all 33 remaining episodes. XD; Seriously, though, I really need all the kids together for as many episodes as possible. Please?

Taichi got a little bit more personality this episode, I guess, so that’s a plus. I guess. I still think he’s rather dull and generic. And the Yagami reunion paled so hard in comparison to the Takaishida reunion - I think because the latter siblings actually do have more interesting personalities than the former siblings . . .

So we are officially half-way through the entire series (if it really does have 66 episodes in total)! Wow. That’s scary. Yeah, I really don’t think this series can pick up in the last half of its run and become better than the OG - it’s just too late. XD;

But it can still become better than its own first half! It can! Please, Toei! REUNITE THE KIDS AND MAKE IT HAPPEN. :D