#jf c

[chicohungers24-7]

I had a dream last night that someone compared Nine to a firework and dream me was like that is SO genius. It's less genius now that I'm awake but I'll still thinking about it

[demareth]

me seeing a clickbaity youtube thumbnail from two days ago saying steven universe might be coming back: i will firebomb your fucking house if you are lying to me random youtuber ive never seen before

[milesducemdominus]

a lyri realising that she never finished

writing

ayms b i o

[weavewilled]

@triickst inquired: “ I'm a professional. I can say the word 'erected' without laughing. Once. ” (she cannot) / narrator outtakes

The wizard scarcely bats an eye. " Oh, well, yes. Those words do tend to stroke one’s funny bone quite easily, don’t they? Arouse your sense of humor. " A smile haunts, but he otherwise looks so utterly serious. " You’d best learn to cope; you never know, after all, when you are thrust into a situation where you might need to use it quite seriously. "

[allpossibilitiesold]

sincerely … fuck you

[daydreamdoodles]

It actually took me like two hours to go bed last night and now it's a struggle bus day

[nanaslutt]

Ok but giving gojo road head and he feels so good he has to pull over in the nearest parking lot to properly enjoy it oh my god just imagine his head bent backwards and his mouth open eyes closed moaning I can’t I need to suck his cock honestly ❤️ and maybe like if ur feeling a tad bit silly he could be a head pusher in this one 😁😁😁teehee just maybe ONLY jf ur feeling silly nana mwah!

OH I LOVE THIS we’re getting straight into this oh em gee

contains: fem reader, oral(m!receiving), sensitive!gojo, sooooo much dirty talk, road head :p, manhandling, throat fucking, headpusher!gojo <3

MDNI

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Your hands were all over Gojo, trying to rip off his belt, unzip his pants, and get his cock out as quick as possible.

“Baby slow downn,” he laughed, “My cock ain’t goin anywhere,” He placed a big hand on top of your own while you tried to undo his belt.

“We’ll be home in 20 minutes, ‘s my girl that needy?” he smirked. You ignored his teasing, pushing his hand out of the way; making him giggle and submit, placing it back on the wheel with his other hand.

You had just finished going shopping together. Gojo needed a new designer suit for some fancy get together with the jujutsu higher ups soon, dragging you along with him.

You protested at first, not wanting to spend your day off suit shopping with gojo. You would much rather cuddle up with him on the couch, but you didn’t want to be alone, so you caved, letting him drag you along with him.

And god damn it if you weren’t glad you did. Tight fitting suit after suit being tried on, all tailored perfectly to his measurements, accentuating his big biceps and toned frame.

Watching him roll up his cuffs and fiddle with his jacket was making your mouth water. You were clenching your thighs as he smoothed his big hands down his chest, veiny hands coming up to tighten the tie on his neck.

“How do I look baby? Ya like this one?” He asked, completely unaware of how something so simple as him trying on suits made you want to devour him right this second.

He found out your true feelings later, bringing you back to the car as you finally undid his difficult zipper after struggling with it for a while, reaching your smaller hands into his pants to pull his semi-hard cock out.

“You got this worked up while I was playin dress up? So dirtyy~,” he teased, biting his lip and smirking while you stroked his length in your warm hands, getting him fully erect.

“Satoru,” you said sternly, leaning your body over the center console and placing your mouth inches from his cock, “shut. up.” The second your words were out his cock was filling up your mouth, quickly falling into a rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, making his hips jolt up into your mouth when he drove over a bump, making you gag.

“Ahh- A-hh shittt baby,” Satoru groned, eyes fluttering as he tried to keep his focus on the road, occasionally dropping his gaze to watch the show you were putting on for him.

He dropped a heavy hand on your head, pushing down slightly, making you wince as it hit the back of your throat, “Thought you wanted my cock so bad huh? Cant take it?” he smirked, relishing in the feeling of you swallowing around him, trying to hold back your gags.

Your hand came up to place it on top of his challengingly, pushing his hand down against you. “Oh yeah?” he smirked. Gojo’s fingers curled into your hair as leverage as he started bobbing your mouth up and down on him like a cock sleeve.

“Such a thirsty girl- fuckkk- such a tight fucking throat.” He was trying his best to keep the acceleration of the car at one speed, his legs jerking and jolting every so often when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, making his driving a little sketchy.

The vibrations from your moans combined with the tightness of your throat as you choked around him was going straight to his balls, “Gonna make me c-crash the fuckin car holy shiiiiit,” he whined, jaw dropping as moans repeatedly fell from his tongue.

Gojo couldn’t take this for much longer, he yanked you back from his dick, popping your mouth off of him with a wet sound as you coughed and sputtered in the air, hand immediately coming down to stroke him still.

“Gotta pull over, ‘s too fuckin much” he said out of breath, face red and heart beating out of his chest as he took the next exit the freeway provided.

His abs were clenching, back coming off from the back of his seat as you rubbed your thumb on the underside of his cock, right under his head, “Babyyyy, killin me, h-hold on just hold on please,” he wined, his big hand coming down to grip your wrist tight as he frantically searched for a semi secluded place to pull over.

Once he found a nice gravel patch off the side of the road covered decently with thick trees he turned the wheel a little too hard to the side, car rocking the both of you as you settled into the spot.

Gojo quickly put the car into park and flipping his hazards on before he brought you back down onto his cock, “All yours baby, take my fucking dick,” he groaned.

Your lips immediately came to suckle on his tip, before sliding down the length of his cock again. This time he just let his hand rest on your head, slightly pushing down on the downstroke.

His head was tipped back against the seat as loud groans and wines spilled from his slack jaw, “goddd baby that feels so good-“ he choked out, running his hands through your hair.

His abs clench when you swallow around him, moans being cut off with a gag when his dick reached too deep in your throat.

You pop your lips off his dick, rotating your wrist around him while while you jerk him off, “yeah? my throat feel good?” you moan, biting your lip while smiling up at him.

“Yes yes so fucking good pretty, so good” He smiled back at you. His big hand comes up to grip your neck, squeezing as he pulls you up to his mouth, “Don’t stop jerkin’ me off” He whispers before he crashes your lips together, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

The kiss is so messy; whenever you twisted your twist around his wet tip his jaw would fall open, and his pretty blue eyes would roll back in his head.

“Fuuuuck, Im so close- fuck-“ He moaned into your mouth, gojo’s body jerking when you started pumping him more vigorously.

“Wanna cum d-down ur throat princess, cmon, why don’t you suck my dick again, huh?” His grip still hard on your neck as he gave it w squeeze to emphasize his need.

Gojo was trying his hardest to keep his composure, trying to stave off his orgasm long enough to at least feel your lips around him again, but your hand movements around his cock was making that task feel impossible.

You bit your lip and nodded, feeling his member start to pulse in your hand. He released your neck, letting you drop your head down to his cock again.

You started to kitten lick the tip softly, dipping your tongue into his leaky slit; but gojo was having none of that.

Without warning he shoved the entirety of his cock down your throat, bobbing your head up and down with his new grip on your hair, “Sorry baby, cant put up w-with your fuckin’ teasing when i’m this close” He smirked down at you, watching you struggle to take him.

You adjusted quickly, breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t choke, and focusing on sucking and rolling your tongue around him to get him to finish as fast as possible.

“Yesyesyes just like that fuck- right there-“ His grip tightened at his head fell back with a ‘thmp’ against the headrest when your tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of his dick.

You were paying special attention to the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, and it made him feel fucking dizzy. His head was spinning every time your mouth fully engulfed him.

You continued your ministrations, letting the massive man above you manhandle you; pulling and tugging at your hair for his own pleasure, and steadily bringing himself to his orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum babe, oh my godd” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy as he watched your mouth create a mess of spit all over his cock.

Spit strings connected from your chin to his abdomen and balls, the feeling of you moaning and gagging around him; it was all too much.

You felt his cock twitch before you tasted him; his heavy hand pushing you to the base of his dick as hot ropes of his cum shot down your throat.

You swallowed his cum up greedily, like it was the antidote for some poison to save your life. “Fu-uuuck yeahhh” he wined, biting his lip hard watching you try to keep up with his orgasm flooding your mouth, “Just-like-that- swallow it alllll,” he emphasized by thrusting his too sensitive dick into your mouth.

His whole body was buzzing, long legs shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, mind feeling like jello as the aftershocks ran through his body.

When the stimulation became too much for him; and right when your vision started to be covered in black dots from asphyxiation; he pulled you away from his dick.

Still holding your hair as your hand came down to rub at your throat, coughing and gasping for air in the process. “Show me.” he demanded.

Your foggy mind knew exactly what he meant; sticking out your tongue you showed him how you swallowed every last drop of his seed into your tummy, smiling when you put your tongue back in your mouth.

Gojo’s big hand came up to pat your cheek, releasing your hair and opting to grip your jaw in his hand, “Good fucking girl baby~” He cooed, smashing your faces together.

You felt his tongue dart inside your mouth, greedily licking around, trying to taste himself in your mouth.

He pulled away with a smirk, spit string connecting the two of you as he gave you a quick peck, “God i’m still fucking shaking haha” He laughed breathlessly, making you giggle.

Gojo stared into your eyes for a couple more seconds, biting his lip looking at the expanse of your face before his sighed, dropping his hold on your chin.

“Okaayyyy~” He sighed out, tucking himself back in his pants and buckling his seatbelt back up.

By this point you were positive you had drenched a spot through your panties, pants, and his car seat with how aroused you felt, so you felt ecstatic at his next words.

Putting on his blinker and pulling out into the street, his big hand came to rest on your thigh, patting it a couple times before speaking, “I’m gonna eat your pussy till your fucking crying when we get home as thanks for that.”

[sl-vega]

ᯓ★ MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU

Pairing: [BASSIST!] Scaramouche x [GUITARIST!] Reader

Genre: rivals/enemies to lovers, rivals to friends to lovers, fluff, crack (?), comedy, angst (?), slowburn, high school au, band au, modern au, social media au, smau

Synopsis: You're the lead guitarist for your band, C✧LESTIA and Scaramouche is the bassist of 5WIRL. The two of your bands have a friendly rivalry, but you and Scaramouche don't. On top of being academic rivals, you and him have never been on good terms. Always one-upping each other in grades and in music. Even your bandmates have grown tired of your constant bickering with each other. But when your usual practice hub gets flooded, you and the rest of C✧LESTIA are forced to find a new place to rehearse. So when 5WIRL offers to share their studio with you who are you to refuse? Of course, this forces you to spend time with your sworn rival whether you like it or not. But maybe the two of you can overcome your differences and actually be friends?

Or maybe even more?

CW/content tags: swearing, profanities/innuendoes, bad music puns, ooc (?), reader is described with she/her pronouns, images used are not meant to depict the reader's appearance and are only used for the pose

⋆🎶₊˚ෆ STARRING

C✧LESTIA ll 5WIRL ll THE FANS

PLAYING TRACK...

PROLOGUE-tear drops on my guitar

ALBUM 01-go fuck yourself! /affectionate

01-we're in treble

02-diss track

03-fret not

04-i'm not that desperate

05-starting on a sour note

06-practicing but we're already perfect

07-shits and gigs

08-vip pass // 8.5-enemies to ???

09-stealing the spotlight!

10-obsessed much?

11-alone at the after party

12-call me maybe (read; never)

13-more than rivals, less than friends

ALBUM 02-pov: falling in love with your rival

(TBA)

ALBUM 03-i love you like a love song baby

(TBA)

✮ BONUS MIXTAPES-true love <3

additional notes:

-my bandori phase caused me to make this

-this one will probably start soon because i need a break from writing sticking to the script

-bare with me and my bad music humour

-working on profiles as we speak

-i'm gonna tag my other scara smau taglist cuz smth tells me y'all would be into this: @ladyninggs, @featuredtofu, @levianamor, @veekoko, @glxssmemories, @foomeowmeow117, @scarasbaby , @d-d3arest , @heavenforyyou , @seternic , @danfelions , @jf-117, @kukikoooo , @uuyuomi, @rozariwho , @freyao7 , @lapinaenmicoche , @thatoneswordgirl

-no pressure to read tho :3

-this taglist is open and the smau will start soon

-decided to give myself more freedom, this smau isn't planned out as much as my others

(CLOSED) TAGLIST: @featuredtofu, @levianamor, @danfelions, @thatoneswordgirl, @lolmeowing, @bananasquash, @xiaosantenna, @glxssmemories, @kaitfae, @mujiwuji, @zestyseggsydaddy69, @peaceindreams, @freyao7, @rinquin, @justpeachyteastea, @cocomi, @b2ne, @skyoverkill1, @scaradooche, @morallyrainyday, @adres-tia, @justadvena6, @agaygothicmushroom, @huanator, @seaofdata, @kyon-cherri, @aether-darling, @ukinya, @sketcheeee, @ibawa, @shutingstar, @eutopiastar, @kunimix, @wonderful-worlds, @ectomotive, @yourfavoritefreakyhan, @b4tm4nn, @animegirl-12s-world, @h3xi2g0n3, @lalaloveallmydays, @st4xs-3, @valentinasgirly, @kazuieee, @hikoiaa, @princess-peachys, @feikyuu, @dainsleif-when-playable

[codelew]

Jf c

[tmbgareok]

once more thinking about how chords like F can be really hard and annoying for new guitarists. were there any songs you tried to learn early on in your guitarist tenure that were significant roadblocks for you?

(ie "this song is really easy but then they just throw C minor at me like i know how to play it")

JF: like so many things in life, the secret to getting to one thing turns out to be the ability to do another thing. In this case--for me, and maybe it was just my issue, my GENERAL finger strength/flexibility was kind of low, and it was really practicing SCALES that liberated my digits to finally form those four finger chords. Once I had a lot of "do re mi" hours under my fingers, I found I could do a lot of other things on the fretboard a lot more easily. Grab a metronome and the guitar, a cup of coffee and get some Golden Girls reruns going and WOODSHED. It never gets old because it never felt new!

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[vimbry-moved]

mid-show band meeting

transcript below

JL: (...) not really. is that Facebook thing working yet?

JF: I don't know. we'll find out tomorrow--

JL: I'm excited--

DW: (quietly, away from mic) remind me to talk to you about the song tomorrow.

JF: what'd you say?

DW: (louder, into mic) I said, "remind me to tell you about this song tomorrow".

JF: don't- don't--

DW: there's something on the recording that we didn't--

JF: don't fuck it up? [audience & JL laughing]

DW: (away from mic again) yeah. we'll change it tomorrow!

JF: (laughing) we'll change it tomorrow!? we can change it right now.

JL: yeah. we're here now, Danny, let's talk this out. [laughter, whooping]

JF: wh- what happens--?

DW: the very last verse, instead of going [unintelligible under audience laughter] it goes, A over C#, into C, into G over B. and then it does the walk up to--

(Miller?: we're not doing that--)?

JF: sounds like a cool part we missed out on, in rehearsal!

DW: should I play it, or no? oh- we'll do it tomorrow!

JF: wait, J--

JL: tomorrow will be a special, uh, New Year's Eve thing.

JF: right! there's still 20 tickets left for tomorrow's show.

JL: if you wanna hear this song played Correctly! [laughter]

JF: yeah.

JL: if- we're not gonna do it that way tonight--

JF: for the first time ever! okay, so ...

JL: mr. Danny Weinkauf. [audience cheering]

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

Turkina 'Ghostbird'

(mini by u/VersusJordan)

Mass: 95 tons Chassis: JF X-Composite Power Plant: 285 JF Extralight Cruising Speed: 32.4 kph Maximum Speed: 54 kph Jump Jets: Standard Jump Capacity: 90 meters Armor: JF Ferro-Fibrous Armament: 52.0 tons of pod space Manufacturer: Complex Beta, Olivetti Weapons Primary Factory: Ironhold, Sudeten Communication System: JF Integrated w/ Neutron Star CEWS Targeting & Tracking System: Series JFIX/Olivetti Pinpoint Advanced Introduction Year: 3153 Tech Rating/Availability: F/X-X-X-X Cost: 34,525,969 C-bills

Overview The Turkina is a powerful OmniMech that was first seen in the Turkina Keshik at the Battle of Tukayyid, and entered general service with Clan Jade Falcon following the end of the Refusal War. This specific Turkina was constructed in late 3151 on Sudeten, and assigned to Star Commander Alexis Zarnofsky by personal order of Jiyi Chistu, then Khan of the Jade Falcon Remnants. Named by Alexis to share her 'Ghostbird' callsign, the 'Mech would rapidly find use in repelling Hell's Horses attacks on Sudeten.

Capabilities By 3153, Alexis' personal configuration, based off an upgraded Prime config, is armed for mid-to-long range combat with twin ER PPCs, LRM-15s (with Artemis V FCS), and Light Autocannon/10s, offering increased firepower and accuracy over the base Prime variant. Five extra double heat sinks and a Radical Heat Sink System keep heat manageable, while enough ammunition is mounted to keep the Turkina in the fight for extended periods. In addition, the legs and feet of the 'Mech have been reinforced and fitted with integrated talons, making for deadly kicks and Death from Above attacks. A Neutron Star CEWS system ensures that Star Commander Alexis can stay in contact with her Starmates, while provided electronic warfare capabilities. In keeping with common Star League design specifications, Ghostbird has had its cockpit reduced in size, fitted with control customized to Alexis' exact ergonomic considerations, and then armored, while additional armor was placed over the head area.

Deployment Ghostbird is the personal 'Mech of Alexis Zarnofsky, and thus has deployed with her on all operations where Zarnofsky has taken part.

History Alexis and Ghostbird have seen significant service - initially in the defense of Sudeten against various foes of the Jade Falcon Remnant forces in the Hinterlands. In October of 3152, Clan Hell's Horses would launch an attack on Sudeten, their second that year. Nearly overwhelmed in the defense of Hammarr, Star Commander Alexis was preparing for a last stand with her Khan, Jiyi Chistu, and other members of the Clan. Just as the situation seemed hopeless, the Jade Falcon Remnants were suddenly and unexpectedly reinforced by a joint force consisting of forces from Clan Jade Falcon, Wolf, Ghost Bear, Smoke Jaguar, Snow Raven, and Sea Fox, the SLDF's Royal Black Watch, and elements of the Northwind Highlanders. Under the command of SLDF Brevet Commanding General Melissa Hazen and arriving via a suborbital drop, the combined reinforcements confused and routed the Hell's Horses, saving the Falcons of Sudeten. During this battle, Alexis would account for ten enemy 'Mechs killed by her own hand, with another five shared, and three probables. After the battle, she would be promoted to Star Captain by personal order of Melissa Hazen, and be personally selected to serve alongside both her former Khan (now saKhan) Jiyi Chistu and Khan Stephanie Chistu in the command Star of the Turkina Keshik.

Type: Turkina Technology Base: Mixed (Unofficial) Tonnage: 95 Battle Value: 2,906

Equipment Mass Internal Structure Composite 5 Engine 285 XL 8.5 Walking MP: 3 Running MP: 5 Jumping MP: 3 Double Heat Sink 16 [32+7+4] 6 Compact Gyro 4.5 Small Cockpit (Armored) 2 Armor Factor (Ferro) 293 15.5 Internal Armor Structure Value Head 3 9 Center Torso 30 45 Center Torso (rear) 15 R/L Torso 20 30 R/L Torso (rear) 10 R/L Arm 16 32 R/L Leg 20 40

Weight and Space Allocation Location Fixed Space Remaining Head None 2 Center Torso Jump Jet 3 Right Torso 2 XL Engine 6 4 Ferro-Fibrous Left Torso 2 XL Engine 9 Ferro-Fibrous Right Arm 2 Double Heat Sink 8 Left Arm 2 Double Heat Sink 8 Right Leg Jump Jet 0 Ferro-Fibrous Left Leg Jump Jet 0 Ferro-Fibrous

Right Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm Left Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm

Weapons and Ammo Location Critical Heat Tonnage Radical Heat Sink System (Armored) CT 3 - 4.0 Artemis V FCS RT 2 - 1.5 Double Heat Sink RT 2 - 1.0 LRM 15 RT 2 5 3.5 2 LAC/10 LA 8 3 16.0 Artemis V FCS LT 2 - 1.5 CASE II LT 1 - 0.5 LRM 15 Artemis V-capable Ammo (16) LT 2 - 2.0 LRM 15 LT 2 5 3.5 Caseless LAC/10 Ammo (40) LT 2 - 2.0 Armored Cowl (Armored) HD 1 - 1.0 Nova Combined Electronic Warfare System (Armored) HD 1 - 1.5 2 Double Heat Sink RA 4 - 2.0 2 ER PPC RA 4 15 12.0

Features the following design quirks: Accurate Weapon (all), Battle Computer, Combat Computer, Cowl, Easy to Pilot, Extended Torso Twist, Improved Communications, Improved Cooling Jacket (all), Improved Sensors, Multi-Trac, Nimble Jumper, Reinforced Legs, Variable Range Targeting, Illegal Design (overweight; mounts Talons without weight and space needed)

[hollygl125]

On “Goodbye and Good Luck” (08x07)*: *which I just watched—yet again—last week.

It’s hard to say I love something so heartbreaking (although obviously I love that we finally saw a kiss between our two lovely science nerds), but I do love how the show handled JF’s/Sara’s departure from the show in season 8.

If we’re not working within the real-life constraints of the show, we can imagine how things could have gone differently—like, Grissom was so close to realizing just how badly Sara was doing! another day and he might have been able to stop her, to help her!—but, in reality, JF was leaving (can’t blame her for needing a break after seven years of gruesome crime scenes and horrible crimes), and WP wasn’t (yet) of course, and the show had to deal with it.

First, this was a show that had proved and would prove itself not only unafraid to kill off prominent characters (Holly Gribbs, Finn) but also to drag them through some horrible character regression before it did so (cough, Warrick, cough 😭). I think any Sara Sidle fan who watched while the show aired remembers the fear of what the season 8 premiere would bring.

Not only does Sara survive (thanks maybe to how much TPTB liked Jorja Fox?), but afterwards we get the cutest, shippiest moments (“we’ve always had a relationship,” “you had a ponytail,” etc.), including the most appropriately nerdy and adorable proposal scene.

(I’m going to be honest: when I first watched that proposal scene, back in 2007, I felt a lot of secondhand embarrassment at that almost-kiss! These days I have fully embraced the beautiful nerdy awkwardness of it all, of course.)

Those much-loved moments were written in the context of JF leaving the show; if she hadn’t already been leaving, that may not have played out in the same way at all. (E.g., if JF had been staying, the writers might not have wanted to deal with an engaged Sara and Grissom.)

Then when Sara does leave, it’s heartbreaking, in a beautifully bittersweet way, but it’s not irreversible; it’s not sordid or irredeemably tragic (as with those mentioned above). It’s a literal love letter—to the relationship, to the romance, one could say even to the fans for having supported these characters through the slowest of slow burns.

It left Sara and Grissom in a place where they could be reunited and could live happily ever after (more than once, as it happens). There are so many options that could have made Costa Rica (and the good things that came after it—marriage and the Ishmael and CSIV) undesirable or unsatisfying or even impossible—and certainly not pure and good and lovely and romantic, as that rainforest reunion was. 💕

Second . . . well, I read a statement once about season 8, someone saying essentially “what if Sara had only been the strong person we all knew her to be,” and honestly (my apologies to that person, wherever they may be, I’m presuming not here on Tumblr or I wouldn’t be writing this) that characterization of the situation made me so, so unbelievably sad, and to me it feels really unfair to the character. Because the other thing I love about how the show handled things with Sara’s departure in season 8 is that it felt really true to the character and what she’d been through in her life, the trauma she’d experienced, both in terms of her parents and her childhood and in terms of more recent events.

I’ve never studied psychology, but last week I took the most cursory glance at what complex post-traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD) means versus standard PTSD, and it really feels like (again, based on my very cursory glance) Sara Sidle would be a textbook example.

According to Wikipedia, C-PTSD is a category of PTSD with three additional clusters of significant symptoms: emotional dysregulation, negative self-beliefs (e.g., shame, guilt, failure for wrong reasons), and interpersonal difficulties. Adults with C-PTSD have sometimes experienced prolonged interpersonal traumatization beginning in childhood, rather than, or as well as, in adulthood.

So Sara has this ongoing childhood trauma that she never talks about. (“I never told anyone about my family.”) Then, because she seeks justice, wants to speak for the victims, etc., she goes into this field where she’s surrounded by death and suffering and injustices. People she knows die. A close member of her work “family” is buried alive and almost dies. Again, she cares about the victims—perhaps too much. She’s spent all her life with ghosts. She’s convinced there’s something wrong with her—she feels she’s broken; she worries she may have the “murder gene,” may end up like her abusive, alcoholic father, may end up like her schizophrenic, alcoholic mother; for years, the emotionally unavailable man she loves won’t (openly) love her back. She is essentially buried alive and almost dies. Still she can’t escape the ghosts.

She’s heard Grissom speak with admiration about how strong Heather Kessler is. She wants to be strong, too; she wants Grissom to think she’s strong. She is strong, too; Grissom knows she’s strong. But she’s been through so much. She doesn’t see or believe the best in herself. She fears how much of her parents she has in her. Even now that she’s engaged to Grissom, she fears it all. She fears that he will see how broken she really is, how broken she’s always been, how (in her own mind, which is diametrically opposed to his on this matter) she’s never really been good enough for the great Gil Grissom.

I can see Sara hiding from Grissom how badly she’s doing at this time, after her abduction and rescue—continuing, in classic Sara Sidle fashion, to pretend that she is “fine,” that her mental health is fine, that everything is just fine—such that it takes him a long time, too long, just a little too long, to realize quite how badly she is doing. I can imagine that when she’s in his presence she really does feel okay, but then the nights are long, and she’s stuck with Ronnie on swing, and without him she deteriorates. The constant presence of death is grinding her down.

Then Hannah West resurfaces, and this too is appropriate. Unlike in the later seasons, the show actually takes advantage of its own past. It uses an antagonist who will really get under Sara’s skin, an antagonist who has outsmarted Sara in the past, an antagonist who provides a parallel for Sara herself.

(Similarly, in season 9, the show reaches into its own past, to send Sara quite literally packing, by bringing back the heartbreak of the Pam Adler case (“Too Tough to Die,” 01x16).)

By the time we see her in the eight season, Hannah has emancipated herself and gone off to Harvard at a young age (younger than her peers), she has lost her parents, and she has returned to her home town/its vicinity to work on her master’s degree in science. Although much of it is only discussed in character background materials and not in the show itself, all these things were also once true of Sara.

(I actually love that, though it was part of her backstory, told in deuterocanonical sources, the show never felt the need to name drop Harvard for us, or to tell us that Sara was her high school valedictorian, emancipated herself at the age of 16, and went off there on a full scholarship; her brilliance shone through regardless.)

It’s the women who parallel Sara who ultimately break her—former foster child Natalie, child prodigy Hannah. So she finally breaks, and it’s so sad—so sad; so, so very sad—but it also feels like almost the logical culmination of everything that Sara’s been through, however sad it may be. And I’m glad the show didn’t try to sweep that consequences of all that trauma under the rug, because I think that would have been really unfortunate, really poor storytelling. I think it would have done a disservice to Sara and to her journey and to people out there everywhere who experience intense traumas and have to work through it, because it doesn’t just go away. The fact of being traumatized by some deeply traumatic events doesn’t make Sara not strong—it doesn’t make anyone not strong.

It’s what Sara fears—not being strong enough, not being good enough (not being good enough for Grissom, for sure), being broken—and I that makes the suggestion that she wasn’t strong enough in that moment in her life seem all the sadder. She’d been through so much, and she was trying so hard, and I think so many people would have broken long before she did, and still I would never want to suggest that those people weren’t strong.

Moreover, at the moment that she leaves in season 8, Sara is sadly doing what she has to do to survive in that moment. She has been through so much, she has had to survive so much, and we know how horrible she must have felt in leaving, how broken she must have felt to have to take that step, and it was still what she felt she had to do in that moment to survive.

So I guess I’d like to thank the show, during Sara Sidle’s initial run, for giving us an interesting and complex character who was brave and brilliant and struggled and yes had to deal, on an ongoing basis, with the consequences of her trauma. I’d like to thank the show for recognizing that this character—yes, this strong character—would still be affected by all this, would still have to deal with its repercussions. And obviously I’d like to thank the show for leaving space for rainforest reunions and sunset sails and roller coaster kisses. (My beloveds.)

Anyway, this was supposed to be a paragraph, but I had thoughts.* Your own thoughts may vary. Etc.

*I have more thoughts on whether Sara has to be a prototypical “strong female character” in order to be a good, interesting, complex, worthy character (spoiler alert: she doesn’t and isn’t and it’s better that way), but I’ll save those for another day.

[wangxianficfinder]

Hi! Thanks for all the work you do to help us find these. So the one I can't find is a modern fic, that still has cultivation, basically Wwx is kicked out of the Jiang sect after a night hunt goes wrong and JF dies and JC golden core is broken, MY forced Wwx to give his core to Jc through a contract with Wq, then after the surgery Wwx is banished from the sect. Wq takes him in and he lives with her and her family (note, the night hunt was recorded on a body cam and Wn finds it and is pissed)

Hello! Do you mean this one?

FOUND? 🧡🔒Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 179k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX, caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

- Mod C

[sir-griswold-of-macelwain]

re: possible storylines for Gladys and Buckingham in season 3:

A) Hector and Gladys actually get along pretty well, fall in love, get married, not necessarily in that order (à la Cobert)

B) Hector and Gladys get along pretty well, but then either realises that the other loves someone else (Gladys has another suitor, or Hector likes a girl back in England or a glamorous american theater actress but can't marry her because no money) or Gladys is repulsed by the idea he only started courting her because of her money, and they break things off despite Bertha's meddling.

C) Hector and Gladys don't get along at all but Gladys has no choice but to marry him or smth (i doubt it, with the emphasis put so far on George's wish for his daughter to make a lovematch) and, by becoming a british duchess, frees herself forever from her mother even if technically most of the money Hector and Gladys will live with would come from her dowry.

D) Hector and Gladys don't get along at all, their entire arc through the season is more and more drama as they have relationships with other people (the guy from S2E9 for Gladys, or John Adams, etc., literally any pretty girl introduced just for the sake of drama for Hector), argue, snub each other in public, avoid each other's company, argue again... (a bit like Sir Richard Carlisle and Lady Mary but with less blackmail I suppose). In the end they break it off after some good, cathartic, both-sides-are-equally-bad season long melodrama which brought some loud noise to the rest of the storylines. George might or might not throw Hector out (I'm thinking of either Hector cheating on Gladys, or threatening her, although so far he didn't seem the violent type).

Most probable I think is B), BUT depending on outside circumstances (remember that for Downton Abbey, multiple actors signed for only three seasons... Sybil, Matthew, O'Brien...) if for example the actress playing Gladys wishes to have a smaller role going forward or to quit altogether for better prospects outside of the show, it is entirely possible A) will come into play. C) might be just a bit too grim for a JF show, which tend to have a majority of happy endings (yeah yeah i know, Gosford Park was grim and half of Downton Abbey's characters died or left never to be seen again. let me cling to hope). D) is possible insofar that The Gilded Age has, mainly with Bertha, a lot of storylines which would have been unthinkable in DA (plus with the parallel i drew with DA already it's not like even in DA it would have been impossible).

thoughts?