#i'm. vaguing and i am so sorry for commiting the sin of vaguing.

[moe-broey]

I need like. A Don't Make Me Tap The Sign about Alfonse Fire Emblem specifically about his character and how he's perceived sometimes. Like Book 7 Chapter 12 he's just like that. He's always been like that.

I feel like I've def said it more eloquently before probably in Book 5 (regarding Reginn and Fáfnir), where like. He Will try for and favor a peaceful solution, but if it's clear there's no way out without violence and killing the threat/adversary. He won't hesitate. He won't falter. Crit line literally references this actually, "Above all, the mission".

Like I feel like the difference between Alfonse just doing Alfonse things (most recent chapter Seidr having to kill Kvasir, no way out of it -- plus also even considering killing Seidr herself, if that were to end Gullveig) and the Letizia moment was like. The Letizia moment was a BOLD gambit he played, which is WHY it was so shocking in the story and as an audience member, and why I think it left such a deep impression. Still very in character for him and the way he thinks/problem solves on the fly, carefully evaluating the situation and what would be the best move with the highest rate of success. (THAT LAST BIT ACTUALLY........ he'll do this even with low rates of success, out of sheer stubbornness as well. Which is why I still stand by him being rash at times, a LOT of his rashness is disguised as "calculated risks" and he just has the willpower to pull it off. The worst-best type of guy to me LMFAO)

Going back a bit though, the Letizia moment also stands out as an example of how far Alfonse is willing to go to win, especially if his back is pushed against the wall. It gives you a FASCINATING glimpse into his character and into his mind. A lot of times Lif would be an enigma to me, beyond the basics, character wise. Like yeah I guess that would fuck up a guy. But his methods (working and making contracts with gods when especially as Alfonse he knows better than that??) would be inscrutable to me. But everything absolutely finally clicked when Alfonse made that gambit, playing to Letizia's personality and whatever preconceived notions she may have, that maybe Alfonse could find a weak spot in and take advantage of. Lif is doing the exact same thing. His judgement is maybe a little worse for wear on account of, well *gestures vaguely to all of him* but he's still very much doing The Same Thing.

LIKE. I'm def straying from my point which is. Alfonse isn't shy about having to resort to violence. It Is a resort. But if it has to be done, it will be done. Any damage control (such as Sharena's feelings -- she has CLEARLY been extremely upset these past chapters) can be resolved later. (This.... is also fascinating to me..... bc it's always been clear to me his loved ones are the people who ground him, who stop him from losing himself, from becoming cruel in his practicality and tendency for detachment. There Is his morality as well -- but his loved ones are a huge part in what keeps him kind.)

I guess what I'm really trying to say is. Hit me up next time Alfonse is playing 4D chess with the enemy or throwing himself in a ditch on purpose just to indulge his baby sister's current pet project. THOSE feel like standout examples of Alfonse Off The Shits (but still completely in character for him tbh), while like. The rest is just par for the course for him. Just another (especially traumatizing) Tuesday.

[ninothebirb]

WE WERE ONCE ONE

Content Warning: Unrequited love, angst, fluff?, lore drops, spoilers, wonky writing, unhealthy obssesion, mental trauma, etc. Please reader Chapter 1, Chapter 2, and prologue if you haven't already for the best experience!

Chapter 3: Dan Heng

When Jing Yuan had informed you of Dan Feng being on the loufu, you were immediately ready to go and meet him. This continues on from when the two of you reach scalegorge waterscape from a starskiff.

Jing Yuan had accompanied you on the starskiff that took the two of you to scalegorge waterscape. The two of you kept your mouth zipped throughout the ride, the awkward silence settling in for just a matter of few minutes. The very moment the starskiff stopped at the destination, you spotted the imbibitor lunae- no...Dan feng, talking to a grey haired girl. "Go on..." He gave you a nudge, letting you get off the starskiff and approach the Vidhyadara Prince.

You looked back at Jing Yuan for a second, a little bit of anxiety flooded over your body as you took a deep breath. Meeting your long gone lover after a long time felt so exhilarating and overwhelming that you couldn't help but feel worried. What if he didn't want you anymore-? What if he had moved on? What if he...didnt remember you?

Jing Yuan noticed your hesitation, so he took matters in his own hands. He grabbed your hand and gently dragged you over to the Imbibitor Lunae who was talking to a grey haired person. "Dan Heng, this is (reader). They wished to talk to you...alone." Dan Heng? Since when was he Dan Heng..? Whatever- he was here and that mattered. The grey haired girl waved at you and left with Jing Yuan to converse in a corner.

"What is it you wanted to say?" His voice was so addictive, that same gentle tone he always used when he held you in his arms, or when he comforted you in your worst. "W-well- I...do- do you remember me...?" You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering, and for asking such a ridiculous question.

"No...? I've been told I used to be the vidhyadara prince, however you do look quite familiar. I still have some vague ideas of my old companion's faces in my head." He talked so robotically, like his voice had monotoned itself and all the emotion just left. What had become of him while he was away? And did he really not remember you?

"I'm- ..." You couldn't bring yourself to blurt out that you used to be his lover of all things. "Dan Feng you have no idea how much I- I missed you and- just how long I've been waiting-" He was under a state of utter shock right now- what were you talking about? He wasn't Dan Feng. No. He will never be Dan Feng, they weren't the same..."You've the wrong person. I'm sorry, I'm not Dan Feng. His past has nothing to do with me."

You felt as if you were engulfed into an empty void of despair, time stopped and the only window of hope had closed shut. "Y-You mean- you don't care about anything you did-? Not- not even your friends or perhaps even a- a lover-?" He raised his eyebrow in response, what were you getting on about? "Refer to him as another person, I am in no ways similar to him, nor do I relate to him."

It seemed as if his tone had just gotten a bit colder, a bit more stern... it reminded you of the time when he- no..when Dan Feng committed the unforgivable sin. You were just about to speak when a girl with white and pink hair showed up, her outfit wasn't too flashy but it was certainly unique. "Dan Heng~! What are you doing here?! Where's caelus?!"

Her voice was squeaky and high pitched, not in an annoying way, rather... a sort of cute way. You noticed the way his eyes softened when she came into view- and jealousy flooded over your entire being. Your eyes moved between them- to find any signs of romanticism between the two.

"This is (reader), I was just talking to them." He pointed towards you, and she immediately smiled. "Hello! I'm March 7th! I'm assuming you used to be one of Imbibitor Lunae's friend?! You're really pretty by the way!" She was nice, she meant to no harm yet the envy in your heart overpowered other emotions. You forced out a gentle smile, shaking her hand in return. "Nice to meet you, and you're quite beautiful yourself."

She called over the grey haired boy, and you excused yourself to walk over to Jing Yuan who was standing in the lone corner. "How was it?" You couldn't bring yourself to answer, your lower lip quivered and shook. "Y-You knew- you knew he's forgotten it all-" All you could do was blame someone for what just happened, it was all too much.

"Yes, I knew...but I had assumed he'd be still having feelings. After all, not everything left his heart. It seems my assumption was wrong..." Jing Yuan was relieved to some extent, but the feeling of guilt could not be ignored either. Your head turned over to Den F- no, Dan Heng and his new group of friends.

He looked happy, and much more comfortable with them. It seemed as if he had started new, to let of go of his past- to move on. Something which you could never bring yourself to do. Tears welled up in your eyes, the thought of just being forgotten like that, as if you didn't matter was so hurting and so painful.

Then all of a sudden you just felt warm and hushed. Jing Yuan had wrapped you in his arms, holding you tight so you could cry and let out all that pent up sadness and depression. You didn't push him away this time, but let yourself go instead. It felt as if a deep scar had made its way into your heart and nothing could heal it.

Okay so this story is turning out super dramatic and pretty stupid if u think about it. But then again it's also really dark in a way considering how damn obsessed I made the reader be- making it look like some psychological problem in their head. But that's rly not something to joke about so I'll suggest that minors perhaps shouldn't read this. (PS: I got this idea while overcoming my long lived insomnia.)

[royrockstone]

Some of these ig :)

Roman + 😃 , 🐈 , 🎡 , 🎭

Kendall + 📿 , 🧡

Shiv + 🐈 , 😨 , 🌘

I hope I'm doing this right, I usually don't do these hc/ask game things but I just finished honesty and it was delicious so...

(also sorry for making you think about roman being happy)

Roman

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

omg this is tough... ty for apologizing bc this is a hardship...

i think roman thought of logan as the font of all happiness. i think, after logan's gone-- it's not that roman stops being able to feel happy or that the world has gone grey or whatever-- it's more that he can no longer trust the feeling of happiness, if it doesn't come from logan. i think logans death so subtly but completely unmoored him that happiness would start to feel wrong or traitorous.

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

i mean why write a hc in a tumblr post when could've had a dog exists.

buuut i think roman probably shouldn't have a pet because he is just not responsible. BUT he would be capable of lavishing tremendous love on one periodically, if there were one in his life. i could see him being in a semi-sham relationship with a woman where neither of them is at all happy, and delaying the breakup bc she has like. a cute cat.

i can also very clearly imagine roman being incredibly emotional and irrationally angry about his pets. like he told shiv to feed his fish while he was away at military school and then he gets back and he's like "you clearly didn't feed my fish every day they look all pale and sad this is why you'll be a terrible mother"

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

i think he's mostly a passive hobby person. going to the movies, etc. i think active hobbies feel embarrassingly earnest and also middle class to him. i could see an older roman having some kind of rich person conspicuous-consumption based hobby (collecting amusingly ugly but expensive paintings, maybe?)

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

i think a lot about the 'roman wrote a screenplay' throwaway line, and my final judgment is that roman probably has the capability to write cleverly, but lacks all the work ethic and compassion and interest in others that would make a good screenwriter. i am also a 'roman secretly wishes caroline had put him in ballet lessons' truther. i think that's for aesthetic reasons plus the vague sadomasochism of a ballet master with a troublesome student being very gerri-esque and appealing, and i don't think roman would have ever acted on that wish.

Kendall

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

im sure he had a TM phase, a Buddhist phase, maybe a Kabbalah phase back when that was a thing, but he also can't help but subordinate any belief he has to his larger belief in, like, The Market, and he lacks the commitment to stick to any one belief about the nature of the universe or his own spiritual practice.

he clearly believes in God, but not in any helpful or constructive way. he needs God in the sense that he needs the domineering presence of a belief in something overwhelmingly bigger than himself, which is why logan was able to be his godhead for a while. but he also clearly wants to believe that sins get punished and expunged, that he can have a clean slate and a clear conscience again, and he's yet to find any force that can really offer him that.

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

kendall is the only sibling who lets people get somewhat close to him, for better or for worse, and that puts people like stewy close enough to see everything that's wrong but never close enough to help him (and maybe stewy just isn't interested enough to attempt to help anymore) when kendall tried to get stewy in bed with waystar, im sure every single one of stewy's instincts were like Do Not Do This and kendall was like "dude. name one good reason why you shouldn't be i the kenny business" and stewy was like "well you have half an eating disorder and an entire coke habit, and your rickety aging family business is held together with debt and duct tape"

(i kind of want to extend my kendall pov chapter from eat what's rotten into a full fic one day, because i like thinking about stewy's view of the roy dysfunction/the collective family ed.)

Shiv

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

im team shiv resents mondale. i think she doesnt even like the image of having a dog-- nothing appeals to her about the christmas card with a big, handsome purebred. i think she internally sentenced herself to doing something nice for tom because she felt bad about something or other and next thing she knew they had a dog. i think shes disgusted by them being dumb, and undiscriminating, and messy. see again couldve had a dog

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

i think shiv is mostly afraid of germs and her father. there's a lot of talk in the show that infantalizes shiv-- the pretend post office story connor tells, 'she sees monsters from piles of laundry on the floor' or whatever, 'he built you a playground and you think it's the world'. and it feels like it's just rank misogyny, and in many ways it is, but also that language suggests something that is true. shiv has a polished adult exterior, and hides it all well, but she is, as much as her brothers, still a petrified child who perpetually thinks she's in trouble with daddy. and i dont think the people around her completely see or acknowledge that, but they are dimly aware of it.

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

insomniac shiv is very close to my heart. i like the idea that she thinks shes stronger than other people because she functions with very little sleep. like she was that person in college who was like 'ive slept five hours in the past three days and im going to a party tonight and ill have my midterm turned in before that'

[neyafromfrance95]

i'm so sorry to see that you're being vagueposted about for your sylki takes. it may be true that how you see sylki is a bit different than a certain section of the fandom, but that doesn't at ALL mean that you shouldn't be allowed to have your own takes! fwiw, i followed you bc i actually agree with and really enjoy ur perspective on sylki. i was getting frustrated with how many people seem to view this ship in a super heteronormative way and want sylvie to basically become a housewife, and i was so glad to find a blog that felt the same way. this fandom has become tiring tbh with how many people are now freaking out that sylvie hasn't immediately started having lokis babies in s2, and i really wish that people would at least leave room for others to have their own opinions!

this! that section of sylki shippers do not leave any room for you to have your opinions! they act like a fanon police controlling what you say in your posts on your blog!

and god forbid that what you say opposes their own hcs and takes, if you commit this unforgivable sin of having a take that is different from theirs, you better be ready for some good old online group harassment! they will make you feel like you are not welcome in this fandom, they will make sure that you are hurt, they will alienate you and force you out!

but no, you are the bad guy for jokingly calling a fandom in general "vanilla" and saying (after several disclaimers that it's your personal opinion) that when it comes to canon, you don't think that sylvie should be all about being loki's housewife.

at this point i honestly hate this fandom. there are some decent sylkis out there and i love the ship itself, but a big portion of the fandom has simply sucked all the joy for the series out of me. i wonder if they realize what the consequences of their behavior could be? back when i said (in my blog) that i don't think sylvie having babies is a compelling completion of her story in canon, and this bunch came to my blog to harass me for my takes, i was in a very *very* bad place already, and the space that was supposed to be my escape pretty much turned on me and added up to an already depressing state i was in.

and bfr anyone says that it's just a fandom wank, let me tell you that these people know how to be really cruel, whether they realize it or not, their behavior is simply cruel. they don't just argue in favor of their opinion, they shit on you personally, get aggressive towards you personally, make you feel like you "can't sit with them", ect. it gets really creepy and ugly.

and the thing is, i never addressed anyone specific in my posts, i never said *this* person and *that* person have shitty hcs/takes, i never even vaguely hinted at a distaste towards the hcs/takes of someone specific, but they accuse me of pointing fingers. when i said that i didn't think canon sylvie having babies would work, i never said anything about sylki babies in fanfiction, yet people accused me of pointing fingers at the fic writers. and they would come to my blog, harass me in the replies and asks, and talk about how despicable i am in their own blogs, and it went on and on for a while.

thanks for your nice words, anon, they are uplifting. and to those who can't stand me so much, don't worry, i'm going to leave this fandom once the series is finished. i hope you are satisfied that being a shitty, gatekeeping, narrow-minded, egocentric person worked for you! but don't ever feel entitled to complain about how lokius shippers treat you.

[massivetyrantduck]

lu incorrect quotes again

Twilight: :)

Wind: >:(

Twilight: Turn that frown upside down!

Wind: ):

[door]

door i trust your taste implicitly so i am THIS close to watching wheel of time even though i thought it looked dumb in the trailer i saw. but please could you tell me what it's uhhhh about? i have seen so many very pretty gifsets but i could not even begin to guess what the plot is & i'm just not ready for that kind of commitment if i don't sort of know what im getting into

ok, so. hello. i love you. thank you for affirming my taste. it will likely make me even more insufferable to my loved ones. :)

i just actually watched the trailer for the first time, and yeah i don't think i would have watched it off of that. i started watching wheel of time because i was very intrigued by images of Nynaeve and Lan, and for the first 3 episodes i largely played games on my phone and texted my friend who has read all the books so he could make vague references to things that meant nothing to me while other things were happening and then focused when they were onscreen. this was a very enjoyable way of watching for me, but it may not be for you! i understand that completely. during episodes 4 and 5 i have become more interested in the rest of the plot, however, so:

some very broad wheel of time spoilers under the jump.

plot?

please nobody fact-check me on this because i remain very ignorant of the wheel of time's world-building, but: a long time ago there was someone called the dragon and they did some big things. was the dragon a literal dragon? perhaps! it's probably been addressed but i haven't seen fit to retain the information. the dragon like. did some things. with the world's magic. now only women can wield it. when men channel magic it will drive them mad (yes this is a pretty gender essentialist set-up). the dragon has now been reborn and is likely 20 years old. that's all anyone knows.

moiraine (rosamund pike) is an aes sedai (female channeler/magic wielder) and she is searching for the dragon reborn. she is accompanied by her warder, lan (daniel henney), a dude who is there to have her back basically. warders and aes sedai share a mind link and since moiraine and lan have been on this search for 20 years, they are very closely bonded. it's a deep, intimate, entirely platonic bond and tbh it rules. they get to a village, locate 4 likely suspects for the dragon, but cannot narrow it down.

chaos ensues: rocks fall, most everyone dies, and then it's 2 grown-ups with 4 children. this is where i clocked out. 1 kid having a coming-of-age heroes journey is one thing but 4 is too many. i'm sorry. once larger, external plot things started happening to them, i found the children interesting once again. i hope this continues, but if not there is no limit to the number of crossword puzzles i can do.

here's what's in wheel of time for me:

high fantasy tv in the post-game of thrones era. i didn't watch all of got, but i watched enough. 5 episodes in, there have been so many decisions made by the show which have set it up in opposition to got. everyone is very clothed (although you do see daniel henney's butt in the first episode. this is not a complaint), and there hasn't been any excessive lingering over pain, pain experienced by women in particular. there's a scene in the last ep (5) in which a young woman is bathed against her will by a group of men and it is filmed in such a way that you feel it as a violation, but it doesn't expose the actress and nobody is salivating. that's plainly not what it's about.

this story is so interested in women's lives and communities, and in such a way that feels genuine rather than performative (see: the witcher). 3/5 episodes thus far have been directed by women, and 2/5 have been written by them. there's also been an encouraging amount of queerness onscreen, both in the background and the foreground. it's not a show that is free from sin (there's some troubling colorism in the casting and i don't LOVE the fact that the community group clearly based on Irish Travellers and led by a white woman all wear their hair in locs), but it seems earnest in a way that is unusual for a show of this kind and with this budget and i enjoy that very much about it.

but nynaeve and lan are the linchpins. nynaeve is the best character by far, and zoe robbins is playing her with such nuance. i love it. and the nynaeve/lan relationship so far is. whew. i feel insane.

if that seems worth your time, then i recommend it! i do understand if the promise of insanity is not terribly attractive however.

[ethereal-wishes]

Meet Me Halfway: Part One

Sir Maurice – Duke of Avonlea – had pledged his daughter, Belle, to be wed to King Raul's son, Neal, ever since she was born. The pair would wed on her eighteenth birthday. Belle French had never met Neal, but she had met his father – King Raul. He was a man with short graying hair and a stern countenance. He never smiled, and Belle was aware of the ruefulness always lurking within his soulful depths. When, Belle, had asked her father why Neal had never visited, Maurice had informed her he was a sickly child. Raul would often journey to Avonlea and converse kingly affairs with her father. He'd never spoken to her in passing, often pretending she was invisible whilst in her father's presence.

Belle inwardly dreaded the day she would have to leave Avonlea and become the wife of a man she'd never truly met. She'd filled her time with educating herself about kingdom affairs, leading up to that moment. She'd received an extensive education during her childhood, because she didn't intend to be an ignorant ruler. By the time her eighteenth birthday arrived, she assumed she would meet the prince she was destined to wed. She'd been mistaken when her father revealed that Prince Neal had died a few short years earlier of the bubonic plague. In fact, Raul's wife – Queen Milah had passed as well.

“I don't understand, Papa. What are you saying? I've been expecting to marry this prince my entire life, yet why am I just finding out he's deceased?” she queried, her mind buzzing with questions.

The duke exhaled sharply. "There will be a wedding, Belle. It just won't be to Prince Neal.”

“Then who!?” She demanded, sickness roiling in her gut.

Maurice swallowed hard, averting his gaze. "King Raul still intends to honor the marriage agreement we forged at your christening. You'll marry him instead. He's without an heir and needs a new queen to rule beside him.”

Belle's countenance fell at the mention of the callous, standoffish royal. “You can't be serious, Papa. That man has the personality of a dead fish,” she countered.

Maurice sighed, wrapping his arm around his daughter's delicate shoulders. “You don't know him like I do. I know he's twice your age, but he's an honorable man. He'll be a good husband to you, I have no doubt. Though you may find you have little in common, you'll have a comfortable life.”

Belle nodded. “I'll accept King Raul's proposal because it's the right move for both of our kingdoms. I never knew the prince, but I'd hoped to.”

Maurice smiled, pulling her close. “You make me proud, Belle. Tomorrow, Raul will arrive for the wedding celebrations, and then you'll be escorted back to Albannach.”

“Let it be as you say,” she consented, spending the rest of her evening being refitted for her wedding gown. When she was finally granted some solitude, she spent her time reading in a cozy nook in her personal library. She would dearly miss her castle, her father, her friends, including every other piece of herself she was leaving behind.

~X~

The day of the wedding left her stomach tied in knots. He'd met her at the altar, decorated in his kingly ensemble. The veil hid her rouge cheeks and lacquered lips. The first words they'd speak to each other would be their vows. She fought back the urge to tremble as she spoke the sacred vows pauper and prince had exchanged for ages. His eyes fixated themselves on her, studying, committing each detail to memory. She became enraptured by his eyes, the wind being knocked from her as he brushed his lips ever so slightly against hers. She blinked as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. There wasn't time to contemplate what had just transpired, before she found herself being led by his arm to a carriage. Once the doors shut, she knew she'd never step foot in Avonlea again. A tear trekked down her cheek, and she couldn't stop the way her body trembled. The king gazed at her, his eyes filled with something unreadable.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered. “For ripping you away from everything,” he spoke – the sound of his lilting brogue filling the carriage, startling her.

“Pardon?” She spoke, startled by his phantom voice.

“The ripping. I'm sorry for ripping you away from your homeland, your friends, your father,” he paused. “The ripping hasn't stopped though, the seam hasn't been mended.”

“Why do you speak in riddles, your highness?” She addressed him formally, trying to wrap her mind around his enigma.

He smirked at her response. “I'm used to the ripping. My son was ripped away by the plague, my wife, my subjects, my countrymen. There's so much blood it would flood the towns. I need the ripping to stop.”

His countenance fell, revealing those same sad eyes she vaguely remembered during her girlhood. She longed to reach out to him but wasn't sure if it was appropriate, but she supposed it mattered little because it was their wedding night. Soon his hands would be anywhere they wished, marking her as his prize.

Despite her hesitation, she reached out to him, grasping his hand in her own, and testing the weight of it in her palm. He stiffened, and she assumed he wasn't used to this kind of touch, but she continued, stroking his fingers, admiring his beautiful, weathered hands. “You have beautiful hands, you know?”

He scoffed, amused. “There's nothing beautiful about me, princess. The years have worn me away, until I'm a shell of the man I used to be.”

“Your highness, I believe we're all layered. And maybe the years have been unkind.” She continued her gentle ministrations over his digits. “But my father said you were a good man, and I don't doubt him at all.”

He interlaced their fingers, startling her. Her breath hitched in her throat as he began making obsolete patterns on her skin. “These worn, despicable hands have killed men, princess. Yet, you touch me without revulsion.”

Belle dared a glance into his eyes. “I'm aware the cost of keeping a kingdom, securing your reign for centuries to come. It is built upon blood and alliances. And it's the reason we're sitting here in this carriage. I wasn't supposed to marry you, and you weren't supposed to marry me. However it's the way fate destined it to be – You and I, sitting here in this carriage, hand in hand.”

“Now who speaks in riddles, princess?” His age lines crinkled into a smile, as he drew her knuckle to his lips, kissing it reverently.

Belle's breath hitched in her throat. “Tonight, I apologize for my inexperience.”

The king gazed at her, full of wonder and awe. “And I apologize for mine, it has been many years since a woman has warmed my bed,” he admitted, sending a shiver down her spine.

He gathered her hands in his own, gazing into her cerulean depths – his eyes filled with so much sincerity, it wrenched her heart. “I would never hurt you, princess, and tonight I will treat you as a delicate flower. It will be a new journey for us both, this union. I'm sorry I'm not young or handsome.”

“I think you're handsome though.” She brushed prettily at his statement, and he half smiled. He couldn't help but think of her as his delicate flower, one he hoped wouldn't wither at his touch.

“And twice your age,” he teased, planting a sensual kiss against the underside of her wrist. She shuddered at the contact, aware their hands were still connected.

“38,” she answered coyly.

“39,” he corrected. “Today is my birthday.”

Belle blinked owlishly at his statement. “Why ever did you choose to wed on your birthday?”

The king shrugged. “To make a fonder memory. My birthday isn't exactly a joyous occasion.”

Before she could inquire further, the carriage came to a screeching halt. Screams erupted from the outside, and her eyes grew wide as she observed him brandish his sword. “Stay in the carriage, and whatever you do, don't leave. I shall return,” he commanded swinging open the door. He shut it, and she bolted it, sinking down – muffling her ears to drown out the screams coming from the outside. She wasn't sure if it had been hours or days, but the screams finally ceased and all was quiet. She stayed frozen in the carriage, wondering if he was dead. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing his cloaked form.

“Bandits, bloody bastards killed my driver and a few guards, but we got them rounded up,” he cursed, and Belle's face paled when she noticed the blood drenching his tunic.

“Are you hurt?” She inquired, her ears beginning to ring. He reached for her, bracing her fall. He pulled her onto his lap, commanding his men to make haste. He knew she'd only fainted. She was too delicate for him, and he secretly feared he would crush her with the weight of his sins. An innocent lamb caught in the lion's den.

She awoke, lying in his arms. She blinked, noticing a far away look in his eyes. The carriage was dark, and she assumed the sun had already set. She admired his beautiful, careworn face. She absentmindedly reached up to caress his jawline. He shuddered, gazing down at his new bride, unused to such a reverent touch.

“What are you doing, princess?” he mumbled, taking her hand and delicately kissing the underside of her wrist.

“I was hoping to, get a feel of what my new husband's skin felt like,” she spoke, blushing deeply from her admittance.

He gently brushed chestnut locks from her eyes. “Oh how delicate you are, wife. So innocent and fair. What have I done to deserve such a gift?”

Feeling bold, Belle raised up to capture his lips in an inexperienced kiss. The one they'd shared back at the ceremony was brief, but this time, she allowed herself to truly explore the outline of his lips – truly taste him. He kissed her back fervently, cradling her face in his hands. She'd shifted her position and was now sitting on his lap. He nipped lightly at her lower lip, and she carded her fingers through his soft mane.

He gripped her hips gently, securing her onto his lap. The kiss made her feel pleasantly warm, and she ground her hips into him, causing him to jerk forward. He broke the kiss, a predatory look in his eyes. “Be careful, little lamb, not to awaken the lion. The beast within has quite an appetite,” he warned.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27360130/chapters/66855967

Belle experimentally ground her hips into him again, causing his grip on her to tighten. She flushed deeply, her rosy cheeks eclipsed within the darkness of the carriage. His gaze grew intense, and he bruised her rosebud mouth with his lion teeth. Tongues and teeth clashed messily together, battling for dominance. The kiss was short lived for the carriage had came to a halt.

“We are here, my delicate bloom,” He purred deliciously in her ear, causing her entire body to tremble in the most pleasant of places. “We are in Albannach.”

[cookie-duck]

i hate when i say something and someone says something that suggests that i'm wrong, even mildly implies that i am being rude or ignorant. please, please, i beg of you. don't do this to me. i never meant to start an argument. i never meant for it to turn out this way please. my heart is so so fragile and your every sharp word cuts right through it. i am on the verge of tears. i am sobbing hysterically at the vague reproach of a stranger on the internet. i am sorry. i was wrong. i was so very wrong to ever even consider giving my input on this matter. please accept my apology and wipe me and my words from your memory. i promise i will never commit such a misdeed again. i will think very carefully next time i feel an urge to type out my own response to a post and i will come to the conclusion that my contribution is unnecessary. very much unnecessary and undesirable. i have learned my lesson. i am full of remorse. and i am crying inconsolably. let my current affective state be reparation for my sins. if you would be so kind as to forgive and forget me.

[punkscowardschampions]

Buster & Rio

Buster: How soon can we get out of here? Rio: You even thinking about leaving 'fore midnight, you gotta factor in the at least half an hour to an hour of arguing you're gonna have to do with everyone 😏 Buster: Fine. I'll kiss you in front of them when the clock strikes Buster: You better hope they're too busy with her their own to notice, like Rio: Yeah, we both wish, babe Rio: Even if there are some sickening displays of affection out here tonight Buster: 😂 Buster: We ain't the ones who are committing sins if you believe in that shit Rio: If it was an us V them situation with Drew and Ro, we'd probably get more support, that's saying something 😬🙄 Buster: We better Buster: I'd rather witness Indie all over her boyfriend and that's saying something 😒 Rio: Least she's a kid, like, what's your excuse lads Buster: Hormones raging for them too, obviously Rio: Ro's got an excuse anyway Rio: Whatever, gross Rio: Get me a drink? Buster: Drew's is you looking like that Buster: He's gonna get bottled if he keeps up Buster: But yeah, 'course Buster: What do you want? Rio: Nah, only got eyes for his missus, don't you know Rio: Anything Buster: They both wish, babe Buster: Alright, my signature drink it is Rio: My poor Ma Rio: all the bad memories surfacing tonight, like Buster: At least your dad's still not enough dance floor moves to keep her somewhat distracted Buster: Can't say the same for my parents, not with those looks on both their faces Rio: It is lowkey their anniversary Rio: NYE always goes this way Rio: too much pressure Buster: Yeah, I can't remember when I last had a really decent one Rio: Least you'd have had good champagne in the SW, yeah? Buster: True Buster: Good coke too Buster: No chance of Drew putting up or shutting up though Rio: Not when he's playing family man Rio: Sure he would if I asked Buster: Fuck that Buster: I'm not desperate enough to line his pockets, cheers Buster: It's not like he knows what decent gear is anyway Rio: I'm not feeling it either, don't worry Buster: He wouldn't be able to take it with you this time, small mercy there Buster: but yeah Rio: When are we going then? Buster: Finish your drink and we'll leave Rio: Make sure you say bye to everyone Buster: Where's the fun in that? Gotta leave them wondering, babe Rio: 😑 Rio: You have to wish 'em a happy new year don't be rude Buster: Calm down Buster: Their year's happiness don't rest on whether I say it or not Rio: It might Rio: Can't be risking these things Buster: I don't wanna get drawn into convos with everyone Rio: Well, I've gotta so you'll have to entertain yourself whilst you wait for me Buster: The sooner I can tell everyone you're my girlfriend and you can say goodbye for both of us the better, like Rio: 😏 Rio: Not the perks I'm feeling but okay baby Buster: Well, that all goes without saying Buster: Same as how beautiful you look tonight Rio: Shh Rio: 🤓 Buster: No need to result to insults 'cause you're scared you're gonna start blushing Rio: Well, why you tryna make me clash with my dress? Buster: You're just so irresistible, I'm doing what I can Rio: Don't look bad yourself, McKenna Buster: I saw your insta and knew I had to turn out Buster: Can't let you be the best dressed that easy Rio: When the competition stalks your socials Buster: Just like old times, yeah? Rio: 'Course Rio: meant to be looking to the future tho Buster: I am but if I keep looking at you someone's gonna say something Rio: You better stop talking like that when you know I can't react how I wanna 😳 Buster: 🤐 Buster: I won't tell you about how much I miss you or how long it took me to get ready earlier 'cause I couldn't stop thinking about you 😇 Buster: And I definitely won't say that every time I think about you I end up having to touch myself to you Rio: 😩 Buster Rio: I'm going to need you to repeat that when we're alone Buster: Sure, I'd rather you touched me but I can do that Buster: New Year's entertainment sorted Rio: It is my Birthday month Rio: just 😋 Buster: Don't worry I won't stop if the clock strikes before I'm done Rio: So generous babe Rio: I'll get you there before though Rio: ain't no stranger to private shows Buster: Just not yet Buster: This outfit make look good but it ain't keeping my secrets as well as you do, babe Rio: 😖 Fine Buster: I mean, if you wanna explain to the fam why I'm turned on, go ahead Buster: Keep the goodbye interesting Rio: 😂 Think me stepping in on your behalf would say it all but go off Buster: Exactly Rio: S'alright no one will notice Rio: youngins showing us up Buster: I'm surprised you haven't dragged Indie off that lad Buster: You being a cool mum tonight Rio: She's in love it's cute Rio: let her have her fun, allowing he keeps his at a vaguely family friendly level, like Buster: 😂 Rio: What a year Buster: No need to tell me Buster: You're really onto something with the looking forward bullshit Rio: Not an original concept of mine but I'll take it Buster: You can Buster: I ain't about to listen to it from anyone else, am I Rio: Appreciate that you're 👂 as well as 👀 Buster: You know I love hearing you, babe Rio: It's mutual Rio: You'll be pleased to know Buster: I am Buster: Less so that Ro's decided to talk to me about uni. Cheers Auntie but I know everything I need about Cambs Rio: Fun! 😜 Rio: Won't be coming at me with that shit, thank God7 Buster: I'm too sober for this Buster: Save me. I don't care how Rio: Yeah, you gonna owe me big Buster: I don't care Buster: Do it Rio: 🙄 Run and call us a cab Rio: by the time it gets here, I should be done Buster: Like she's gonna just let me stride off Rio: Well give me chance to butt in Rio: What did you expect me to do, come for her man? Buster: Don't Buster: Not funny Rio: Easy though Buster: I'll remind you that you said that when he comes to join in the convo as soon as he sees you, yeah? Rio: He's not that thick Rio: some credit, due or not, like Buster: You reckon? Rio: Next round's on winner Buster: Alright Rio: [After] Rio: 😒 Buster: Poor baby Rio: Fuck off Buster: We both know that ain't what you really want Rio: You're so smug sometimes Buster: You too Rio: We talking 'bout you rn Buster: Go on then Rio: Idiot Rio: You don't wanna know what I'm thinking Buster: Tell me Rio: Let's just go Rio: I'm bored Buster: Don't be a pussy Rio: Don't be rude Buster: Politeness is your thing Buster: Come on Rio: I'm just over it Buster: All the more reason to tell me and let it go Rio: It's stupid Rio: but alright Rio: You're so different when everyone else is around Rio: that just reminded me, that's all Buster: And? Buster: You don't like it Rio: I don't know Rio: I didn't say bad, just different Buster: Yeah you do Buster: Like I know what different really means in this context Rio: No, I don't Rio: It's just like Rio: a different person Buster: And you wouldn't have felt the need to point that out if it was a different side that you liked Rio: Whatever Rio: forget it Buster: Obviously not Buster: 'Cause you haven't Rio: I'm going to get another drink Buster: Get me one Buster: I need it Rio: I do owe you, I hadn't forgot Buster: Good Buster: Cheers then Rio: Sláinte Buster: sláinte agad-sa Buster: That's all the Irish I've got so Rio: 👏 Rio: Well done Buster: Behave Buster: Just 'cause you're native, like Rio: You really got nothing else in all this time? Buster: I can talk dirty if you want Buster: But you're not feeling my vibe right now so Rio: 🙄 'course you can Buster: Yeah Buster: When in Dublin, like Rio: Cringe Buster: You're the first girl to think so Buster: But to be fair, it is all in the delivery Rio: Mm I'm sure Buster: When you've lost the attitude I'll show you Rio: You're alright Buster: Whatever you say, babe Rio: I'm gonna stay here Rio: be rude not to Buster: Do what you want Rio: You too Buster: Catch you later then Rio: This is ridiculous Rio: Let's just go and it will be good again Buster: It's ridiculous that you only like me when we're alone, yeah Rio: Come on, it's the same for you Buster: No it ain't Rio: Yes it is, that's why we like being alone Buster: It's that don't know how to be around you not that I don't want to Buster: That's the difference Rio: You're taking it too seriously Buster: Fuck off Rio: Stop putting words in my mouth and ideas in your head Rio: I didn't say you were unbearable Buster: Say what you fucking mean and I wouldn't have to Rio: Oh for God sake Buster: Don't Buster: How do you upset me and I'm still the prick? Rio: I'm sorry Buster: Alright Rio: Do you believe me or not? Buster: 'Course Buster: I'm not that dramatic Rio: Good Buster: I'm going. Come if you want Rio: Buster Buster: What? Rio: I do like you, you know that Buster: You like who I am with you, not who I am with everyone else Rio: Not when I can tell you're not being you, no Buster: You're calling me fake now? Cheers Rio: Yeah sure I'd risk being called out for being a hypocrite just to get that dig in Rio: we all do it sometimes Rio: but you can let your guard down sometimes Buster: When you've got two houses and two sets of friends then you can tell me what to do Rio: Alright but this is family Buster: And what? They get to know me like that just 'cause? Rio: Yeah Rio: Who else? Buster: Forget it Rio: No Rio: Who else Rio: When do you ever get to be you? Buster: When its safe Rio: When is that? Buster: You can't just let your guard down whenever you want Rio: Why not here, with them Rio: Who's going to hurt you Buster: How are they different? They can all hurt me just the same as anyone else Buster: Some of them have, some of them could Rio: And it was that bad that you'd rather live like this? Buster: Like what? Buster: I'm fine Rio: Fine Buster: You don't get to decide how I am or how I feel Rio: No Buster: Stop judging me Rio: I'm not Buster: Whatever Rio: It's never going to happen is it Buster: What? Rio: Us Rio: Telling people Rio: Why would we, how would we, when we can't even be ourselves in all the other ways Buster: What are you talking about? Buster: I'll tell everyone right now I don't care Rio: No you won't Buster: Try me Rio: Everyone will just think you're drunk Buster: Maybe at first Buster: But I'll convince them Buster: It's not that hard Rio: Said like you've done this before Buster: Come here, you can help me kick things off Rio: Stop Buster: You stop Buster: You don't get to say that we'll never tell them when you're the one who won't Rio: Really, you wanna do this RIGHT now Buster: Why not? Buster: According to you they won't hurt me, yeah? Rio: If you're being a dickhead, I make no promises Buster: Fuck you Rio: No, fuck you Rio: for even trying to do it like this Buster: You either want me to be real or you don't, babe Rio: Shut up Rio: You can't pull this shit on me Buster: You can call me out as much as you want though Buster: Yeah okay Rio: Then call me out, that isn't what you're doing Buster: I'm trying to give you what you want Rio: If that's true then stop this Buster: Fine Rio: Fuck Buster: I'm not staying here Buster: See you later Rio: Where are you going Buster: Like it matters Rio: It does to me Rio: That's why I asked Buster: I don't know Rio: Okay Rio: Well, keep me in mind when you work it out Buster: I can't get you off my mind Buster: You know that Rio: Do I need to say sorry? Buster: No Buster: I probably do but I can't Buster: Not now Rio: You don't Buster: Bullshit Rio: No, I mean it Rio: Why should you Buster: Scroll up and you'll easily work it out Rio: Nah, if you'd have actually started shouting the odds about us Rio: then definitely, like but you're good Buster: Whatever you say, babe Rio: Buster Rio: We're good, yeah? Buster: 'Course Rio: If we really are, let me come with you Buster: It looks like Indie wants you to stay Buster: It'd be rude to leave as she's trying to come talk to you Rio: Oh Rio: Wait? Buster: Come find me when you're done Buster: I mean it, I'm not staying here Rio: Alright Rio: Looks better anyway Buster: Yeah Rio: [Later] Rio: She's so drunk Rio: but happy, so, that's something Buster: I bet everyone is Rio: Pretty much Rio: the former, anyway, not giving them mental health checks as I leave Buster: There ain't enough of the night left for that Buster: Even though you are a know-it-all, like Rio: Comes with the job description, babe Rio: can't just let 'em sob into their pints, can I Buster: Not if you want the decent tips Rio: Who are you talking to here? Duh Buster: Shame you can't actually hit them up for cash on your way out but Rio: Third time in a month would be a charm, lads Buster: If anyone could though, you're not the fave for nothing Rio: 😇 Rio: Naturally Buster: 🍀 too Rio: You reckon? Rio: Me and my natural charm will try not to take offense Buster: You've got me so yeah Rio: Luck has nothing to do with it Rio: I worked hard to get you, not to mention keep you Buster: 🥇 Rio: Don't take the piss, like Rio: deadly serious 💪 Buster: I know Buster: So serious Rio: Just trying to keep up with you, babe Buster: Behave Buster: I'm partying Rio: Without me? Rio: Damn, that's really how it be tonight Buster: Even tonight's queues ain't long enough to keep me waiting forever, babe Rio: Dramatic as well as serious Rio: Are you telling me where you are or am I dancing on my own? Buster: If I was being dramatic I wouldn't have saved you any of the drugs this girl just gave me Rio: Really is the season of goodwill Buster: Nice, right? Rio: One way to put it, sure Buster: Jesus Buster: Are you still in a mood Rio: I'm good Buster: Sure Buster: This club is shit, where else can we go? Rio: How shit can it be, girls giving you free drugs Rio: May as well go to the custom now, watch the countdown Buster: One girl 'cause she wants to move the party to hers, like. Standard. No need to be jealous Buster: Tourist Rio: Probably got 'em from Drew Rio: Standard Rio: Yeah, know you reckon you got the culture on lock Buster: What are you bringing him up for? Rio: He left not long after you Rio: Just surprised he lasted that long on the best business night of the year Buster: You don't have to sound so gutted, like Rio: Fuck off Buster: At least he knows how to behave around the fam, yeah? Buster: Best behavior from one of us Rio: Not everything is about you Rio: Jesus Buster: Be a first Rio: For you, maybe Buster: Says you Buster: You've been getting at me all night Rio: It's just easier alright Buster: So you're allowed to want easy and I'm not Rio: This is easy Rio: You get to act like a dick, I get to be mad about it Rio: then we stand a hope of being able to focus on someone else at the fucking party Buster: Fuck you no I get to be mad 'cause you want me to turn over a whole new leaf with this whole fam Rio: Why is that a bad thing for me to want for you Buster: 'Cause I told you why not and you still expect it from me Rio: I don't expect anything Rio: I never said that Buster: Bullshit Buster: I can feel you judging me from here Rio: I'm not Rio: Stop putting shit on me like I'm that bitch Buster: Stop acting like I'm the world's biggest cunt just 'cause I'm not acting like everyone's fucking dad Rio: Feel better? Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: Nah, that's how it is Rio: say what you wanna say, don't be a pussy Buster: You too Rio: I hate fighting with you so I'm going Rio: that's it Rio: Have fun Buster: Don't Rio: I mean it Rio: I'm not trying to ruin your night, it's still young Buster: It's too late for that shit Rio: Party don't stop at 12, come on Buster: You come on Rio: I've said forget it, I've said sorry Rio: I can't take it back, if I could I would alright Buster: So what you're just gonna leave? Buster: No Rio: Tell me what you want Buster: Not to start the year like this Buster: Don't go Rio: Okay Rio: I don't want this either Buster: I'm coming back Buster: We can start this over Rio: Yeah? Buster: Just wait for me Rio: Of course Rio: I love you Buster: I love you so much Buster: I'm really sorry Rio: Me too Rio: so stupid Buster: What else can I say? I'm an idiot Rio: Me, not you Buster: We both know that ain't true Rio: Okay, you can have it Rio: but you're my idiot Buster: Yeah Buster: And you're my baby, even if I don't always act like it Rio: Good Buster: You're right you know, I can do better than this Buster: I just didn't wanna admit it 'cause this year's been so fucking Buster: So much has already changed, like Buster: Even Chlo knew it Rio: I know, and you have changed a lot already, I know that and it does show Rio: It's only sometimes Rio: Looking forward, yeah? Buster: 'Course Buster: We're gonna have such a good year, babe Rio: Yeah Rio: It'll make all the shit worth it, I promise Buster: I know Buster: If anyone can do it, like Rio: I'm glad you're on my team Buster: I am the team, baby Rio: Not mad about it Buster: Good Rio: I wanna make it up to you Rio: Come in the bathroom Buster: I know that's not a good idea but I also know it's the best idea you've ever had Rio: No one's gonna hear us Rio: partying so hard here Buster: I'll remind you that you said that when I'm fucking you even harder Rio: If you're able to think of anything but how wet and tight I am for you then something is very wrong Buster: Well, now I can't think of anything else Rio: Good Rio: because you're all I've been thinking about Buster: Tell me Buster: I'll make it all happen when I get there Rio: What I really want, is you to turn me around, pin me against the wall and pull my dress up so you can fuck me from behind Buster: Easy Rio: I mean, I wish you could bend me over the sinks so I could see me cumming all over your cock Buster: Save your wishes babe, I can do that for you Rio: Baby Rio: What if someone walks in Buster: Like I've never barricaded a door, it's the first thing a twin learns how to do Rio: Bit rude, but resourceful and I want it Buster: As much as my new year's resolution should be to be less rude, I don't have to kick that off yet Buster: Thank Christ Buster: 'Cause I need you exactly like that Rio: Not saying I'm already in position but Buster: Jesus Rio: Please hurry baby Buster: You're making me so hard Buster: Nobody better try and talk to me Rio: Good because I need you inside me now Rio: Seriously, I'm done sharing Rio: you're mine, aren't you Buster: I'm all yours Buster: You know I just want you Rio: All of me is yours Rio: There's no one else who gets me like you Buster: Don't forget it, okay Buster: Even when I try and make you Rio: Never Rio: There's nothing you could do Buster: I'm so in love with you Rio: You make me melt Rio: I feel fucking giddy with it but I love you so much Buster: I better keep this coke then Buster: I forgot I still had it Rio: Yeah, who knows what kind of embarrassing lovey-dovey shit I'd say fr 😳 Buster: Shh Buster: I like it Rio: I just get scared sometimes that you won't Rio: or you won't feel it as much as I do Buster: Don't Buster: You mean so much to me Buster: There's nothing you could say, not like that Rio: I know Rio: I'll remember to be brave Buster: I'll try and make you feel it too Rio: You do, you really do Rio: You're so special Buster: I wanna make you feel good all the time not just when you cum Buster: A resolution I won't share with the fam but Rio: 😏 Probably best to stick with the tried and tested there, yeah Rio: We're gonna be so good together, baby Buster: I know Buster: Starting now 'cause I'm finally here Rio: 😩 Thank fuck, I've been so patiently waiting Rio: Not even touched myself Buster: Good girl Rio: My pussy is all yours, daddy Rio: Only you make me cum Rio: Please come touch me Buster: Since you asked so nicely Rio: I can be nicer Rio: Come see Buster: I know Buster: That's why I'm on my way to give you exactly what you need Buster: You've earned it, baby, but we'll see if you deserve even more Rio: 🤤 Rio: Fuck me Rio: The way you talk could make me cum Buster: You know you've nearly got me there with a look so I'm not sorry Rio: I like it Rio: even if it makes being around you when other people are there tricky to say the least Rio: but I still like it Buster: Me too Buster: There's nobody else in the bathroom, right? Buster: 'Cause I can't wait any more Rio: I would not be standing here like this if there was Rio: [Pics in bathroom mirror] Buster: Fucking hell Buster: The sound I just had to stop myself from making Rio: Come make it for me and more Rio: Not just your voice that turns me on Buster: [After] Buster: Told you nobody's getting in Buster: Not an amateur ever Rio: Going to let you have it because Rio: if you didn't just prove it Rio: Jesus Buster: I can't act like you're the only one who had to take a minute before they walked out Buster: You make me weak Rio: That's the goal Rio: surprised I CAN walk Buster: If you need me to carry you I'll tell everyone you're that drunk Rio: You just wanna Buster: Yeah Rio: Me too Rio: Maybe if I really act really gone and disgraced, you can take me home Buster: Such a hero nobody would bat an eyelid at the offer I'm sure Rio: Exactly Rio: Everyone wearing their 😍 Buster: The state of them all I don't reckon they'd have realised if we left the bathroom door open Rio: I like danger Rio: but not sure we need to go that hard Buster: One day, babe Rio: 😏 Don't tempt me boy Buster: 😇 Rio: Yeah right Rio: I've not forgotten what you just did to me, babe Buster: If you stop feeling it, go back to the mirror, like Buster: The marks will be there Rio: If you ain't coming with me to recreate the feeling then I can't risk that Buster: Don't tempt me Buster: You look so fucking good right now Rio: I feel it Buster: I'm not saying I wanna fight with you but if we get to make up like that Rio: Can be arranged Rio: long as we can keep it physical 👊 Buster: 😂 Rio: I mean it Rio: I don't like being a bitch Buster: I'm just playing, babe Buster: No fighting Rio: Just loving Rio: Awh 😉 Buster: Shh Rio: Can we go now? Buster: Yeah Buster: I wanna fuck you with my tongue until I can get hard again and I can't do that here Rio: Well, we're definitely leaving now Rio: Everyone's so merry we don't need to say goodbyes, you'll be glad to know Buster: Thank Christ for that Buster: Let's go Rio: [Drama has ensued] Rio: What the fuck Buster: I don't reckon I've ever seen Indie that angry before Rio: No, it takes a lot Rio: Jesus, this family Rio: We better take her back as Drew's disappeared Buster: Not who I wanted to carry out the party, but yeah Buster: What about the lad? Is he coming or am I telling him to fuck off? Rio: I think he'll be happy to run so Rio: Don't need to add to the list of people I've got to sort Buster: If she bleeds in the cab, I'll sort that at least Buster: Unless you wanna walk it Rio: If she calms down for a sec, I'll clean her up Rio: gonna be a ball ache getting a cab tonight Rio: ugh 🙄 Buster: With my connections and willingness to throw money about, I'll get it done Rio: Thanks, seriously Buster: Anything for you, babe Buster: I meant what I said, I'll piggy back her into your part of the 24 if I have to Buster: It's gonna be alright Rio: As much as it ever is Rio: Fuck him Buster: Yeah Buster: If he wasn't such a cunt, I'd call him Rio: If it was just tonight we were tryna fix too, might work Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: Happy new year, like Rio: You know Rio: I can fix this Rio: I mean, she didn't mean it how Indie probably reckons now in her state Rio: but the truth is worse, if anything but we're all used to plastering over that so what's new Buster: I know Rio: It'll be alright Rio: Yeah? Buster: If we can help it Buster: We're a team, remember Buster: I'm gonna help you Rio: You so did not sign up for this Buster: You might not have the ring yet but what's yours is still mine Buster: Nobody can say I didn't know what I was getting myself into, same fam, like Rio: Shut up Rio: x2 Rio: Idiot Buster: I love you Buster: Let's get out of here Buster: The fresh air will help sober her up before this cab comes Rio: I love you Rio: Good idea Rio: check Edie's properly gone 'fore I bring her out, don't need to take 'round 2 to her, like Buster: Hold on Buster: Yeah she's well gone Buster: One less thing to deal with Rio: For now Rio: She'll resurface in a few days in god knows what state Rio: Mum and Dad and the rest of us worried sick 'til she does Buster: You need to focus on the now though, babe Buster: Get through tonight Buster: Then we'll look for Edie if that's what you want Rio: I know Rio: She won't come even if we find her, or appreciate it Rio: all you can do is best keep tabs through what she posts or gets tagged in Buster: I can always make her Buster: Just say the word Rio: You've done enough heroics for one night, don't worry babe Rio: We'll focus on the one that's here and actually upset Buster: Yeah Buster: I've had enough drunken fights to know Indie came off worse Buster: Not just physically Rio: Yeah, there's a multitude of reasons I'm not letting you try to make Edie do anything she doesn't want Rio: She just, doesn't care Buster: She also doesn't scare me Buster: She's a fucked up kid, that's all Rio: Don't Rio: don't put it so bluntly Buster: It's true Buster: Everyone else can pretend all they want, but I won't Rio: I don't need to hear it Rio: No one does Buster: Drew does, for one Buster: Ro too, preferably before she got knocked up with hers but Rio: Do you see him here? Rio: It's too late, on so many scores Buster: Well, what about Indie? She might need to hear it if you don't want to referee a round 2 on another night Rio: Like she hasn't had front row seats her whole life Rio: Hey, remember, your Dad's a scumbag Rio: No one's pretending, babe, we're all doing the best we can to just get on with it Buster: Fuck it. The cab's here Buster: Let's just go Rio: Yeah

[nomdeguerreblogs]

Hi there, so I'm having PB withdrawals and I rewatched some of it today, I wanted to ask you about the two year gap btween s2 and s3 bc I'm still confused, first why did tommy and grace went to New York? And do you think grace's family know that Charlie is tommy's son? Sorry for my stupid ass Qs

Hello anon! Thanks for the ask! The thing is that PB never categorically answered either question. You can’t even read between the lines to come up with a conclusion the show itself presented so I guess we’re in the realm of conjecture. The closest thing to an answer is that Clive committed suicide (which in itself wasn’t presented as definite - there’s no need for Tommy to be coy in a moment alone with Arthur, but then again it’s possible the line was re-iterating the ‘story’ so it was clear in Arthur’s mind pre-wedding toast). My best guess is that Tommy and Grace went, ‘living in sin’ to convince/coerce Clive to sign divorce papers and he killed himself when he realised not only had he been cuckolded, but Grace was pregnant too. Otherwise Tommy followed Grace finally to New York and then the same circumstance re divorce papers played out. It’s the only thing vaguely logical. Unless she was just a side-trip on the main journey to deal with stuff in Nova Scotia/ Boston, and that’s something that Arthur’s presence might suggest. Long story short - I don’t know, anon. I’d like to think the first option is most logical given the scenario in which marriage was first mentioned - after the graveside scene where Tommy at last allowed himself to feel how much she meant to him. I think he’d do his best to seize his chance with both hands as hard and as quickly as possible. Fucking everything. 

Again, for your second question, I don’t know what I believe. I’d like to think Grace’s family know Charlie’s Tommy’s son but it’s entirely possible they weren’t told. Given it’s clear they know of Clive’s death (and are under the impression it wasn’t suicide), and that it’s also clear Charlie was conceived while Grace was married to him it might be that they were given the impression Tommy was Charlie’s step-father. It would be more acceptable socially, and seems maybe the more likely option to me considering Grace’s uncle’s line about only turning up to bless the marriage because of Tommy’s war record (NOT the fact they have a child). The argument against this is that Grace’s family are all-but forgotten (who am I kidding? completely forgotten) after 3.01. If they didn’t believe Tommy was the father, then surely given their misgivings/general sense of disapproval about him there would be a spinster aunt found somewhere in Co. Clare or something willing to take the new orphan under her wing in order that he’s raised ‘properly.’ But there wasn’t. So maybe they did know after all. Or maybe SK didn’t think it was important. 

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