#love him but jesus fucking hell his fans. and I 100% blame super for this. genuinely I hate it more and more as time passes

[scalproie]

vegeta is genuinely a great character but if you encounter a vegeta fan its your moral duty to kill them as quickly as possible

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Australian GP 2024!

Mads' Race Recap!

Oh my jesus lord christ alive this was a goddamn good day. OK, I'll try to remain calm, but that is VERY difficult under the circumstances of my 3 best boys getting the podiums. But, I shall do this in order of constructors. Also, thanks to @lipringlrh for edging me through the entire bloody race cause she knew what happened, I swore I was going to be sick.

Red Bull - Nice qualis from Max, and I can't say I wasn't happy with Checo's three place penalty, just because I definitely think it helped the main race. Everything was all honky dory, then Carlos overtook and I was just like 'OK Carlitos, sure'. Then Max was slowing down... Then Lando and Charles passed, and the everyone else. The brakes were smoking, I was screaming out of pure joy. Now, don't take this the wrong way, I love Max. BUT, this provided my boys some very good opportunities. I reckon if Checo hadn't gotten the penalty, he could've tried to pip in front, but I won't dwell on what didn't happen.

Ferrari - WE GOT A FUCKING FERRARI 1-2 BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHEN I TELL YOU I LOST MY GODDAMN MIND IT IS UNPARALLELED! Anyway, I'll be constructive, for a moment, at least. Charles and Carlos had some mental quali pace, so how they didn't get pole is a little crazy to me. Alas, none of that matters now. The second I saw Max go, I was like 'oh fuck we've got it'. Carlos DOTD and race winner, barely 2 weeks after having his appendix out and he doesn't have a seat?! Absolutely diabolical. It was sweet how he went back to singing Smooth Operator, I was waiting for it. When I heard the commentators saying that they may swap the positions so that Charles could lead the WDC, I was shitting it. Yes, I wanted Charles to win, but I didn't want it to be because of something stupid like team orders. Charles can win without needing it handing to him, and it would've been so damn disrespectful to Carlos. Every year that a team has finished 1-2 in Melbourne, they've gone on to win both championships... It's our year, I'm telling you.

So happy to see them back at the top, both of them did incredibly, Charles was pulling pace out of God knows where for that fastest lap. And the strategy was good???? Like, bringing Charles in when he said he needed to? Listening??? Nice stuff. Hearing the Spanish and Italian anthems was absolutely amazing. Also, I feel like this really highlights how special Ferrari is. The team were screaming that Italian anthem like there was nothing more important to them, and they were all hugging and having a whale of a time. It was just so fucking nice to see Charlandos up there, so fucking good. So so so so so happy, Forza Ferrari. Everyone is a Ferrari fan.

McLaren - OK, so, quali wise, Lando kinda came out of nowhere. I feel like Oscar was just... There? We were racing, it was the 'rarri 1-2 with Oscar in P3 at his home race, it was lovely stuff. Then they swapped the positions. Can someone please tell me why they swapped the positions? Pretty sure it was something to do with either less pace or more recent pitting or something, but I'm not 100% sure. As much as I love Lando, I wanted him to stay down in P3 just for that Ferrari 1-2. I needed it. The last few laps, I was looking at the delta between Charles and Lando, and I was relieved to see that it wasn't changing. Super happy for Lando, Oscar did loads better at his home race, nice one for all.

Mercedes - What the hell is going on here? Like, Lewis' qualis weren't good, George's were fine, nothing bad but nothing spectacular. Now the race was something else. I can't really blame Lewis for his problem, since it was a mechanical issue obviously as opposed to driver error. From what I saw of George, he didn't even do anything that bad. One minute he was fine, the next he was turned on his side. I may not want Merc to get points, but I don't want a crash to be the reason why. He's OK, so that's all that really matters. But, as for the car in general, there's something wrong with it. It's not just a one week thing where it's a bit off, this has been consistent. Yes, George had a nice P3 in qualis the other week, but the pace just wasn't there at all in the race. I just don't know what's going on with them at the minute, and the fact that they're so behind the Ferraris and McLarens is concerning.

Aston Martin - Pretty mediocre all together, I've seen varied opinions on Fernando's 20 second pen. Some said he was kinda to blame for George's crash, from what I saw, he was just avoiding George after the fact. I don't really know, so I won't comment until I watch another replay. But yeah, nothing too special, but they do need to up their game.

VCARB/RB/REDBULLSHITTYEDITION - Yuki Tsunoda. Well bloody done babe. Got extra points thanks to the Fernando penalty, even if I didn't really see him during the race like... at all. But, he must've done a pretty damn good job to end up all the way in eighth before the end of the race. Now, Daniel. What is this man doing? 12th is not bad, but when your teammate with less experience in the same car is doing that much better than you in your home race, you know something's up. I love Danny Ric, but Carlos is more likely to get that Red Bull seat than he is at this rate. Slightly disappointed, I won't lie.

Haas - Both drivers getting points? OK, OK. I actually think Kevin could've gotten higher in qualis if Checo hadn't impeded, but I'm glad Checo was put down on the grid. Overall though, nice drive from both, nice to see them get points.

Williams - Right, realistically, what harm would it have done to let Logan drive? It wasn't his fault, Alex has fucked it at that circuit so many times at the same place, and Alex didn't even get points. It wasn't fair, and he took it like an absolute champ. #justiceforlogiebear #cancelwilliams

Kick Sauber - These guys need to fix their pitstops I swear to God. How many times are they going to get that wheel nut stuck on? They did 1 good one for Valtteri, but they screwed up all the others. Zhou's pitlane start was unfortunate after it looked like his front wing just... fell off. Someone said the car reminds them of a wheelie bin, I completely agree and can't see it any differently.

Alpine - Pierre 's fault for getting the 5 second penalty, but other than that, they were shit as usual. Pierre was running pretty high for a little while, then just kind of... fell back. I can't help but laugh at them, I know it's mean, I just find it so bloody comical. I think FC Versailles is just a distraction, but he has just invested in a Tier 3 league, unheard of French football team... Nice one, I guess.

[animecat33]

I’m in a mood, so here’s some an extremely long post with shit conflict that happened on deviantart when i was younger that i’m still petty about and i wanna vent about it because if i wasn’t so young i woldn’t have let people step on me like that

No one should read this, tbh, it’s a fucking horror show out here 

oc: Shinju

When i made her it was the first time one of my ocs had like effort put into it, i designed her, make her backstory, put her in kirigakure, and i spent a long time researching names for her, looking up japanese words that i think would fit her, Ren Takeo

One person commented saying that they had an with the same name, from the same village, though they didn’t mean any harm by saying that, and even said it was fine

Here’s where it gets tricky.

I then got comments and private messages from OTHER PEOPLE telling me to change the name

So, like the weak bitch i was, i changed her name 

Oc: Roxy

I’ve talked about this one before, but i have this sonic oc named Roxy, i loved her, she was a bit edgy but like, queen, 10 years ago we were ALL edgy

I really wanted Roxy to be a lesbian, but i didn’t like, put that in the info, at the time gay ocs we’re really taken very well by the community, plus a few of my art friends were very iffy anytime i implied that some of my ocs might not be 100% straight.

now, i WANTED Roxy to be a lesbian but i was guilt tripped by some dude to roleplay with him, no matter now many time i said i didn’t roleplay, he wouldn’t take no for an answer and I was very easily guilt tripped into eventually saying yes

A roleplay starts with Roxy and his Male wolf characer, John, when we started he assured that they were gonna be friends but one thing lead to another and he pressured me into role playing a sex scene, i was 14, i didn’t want to, didn’t even know how to write that. At that age i hadn’t really even seen porn before, but a few days of mowing down my boundries and he guilt trips me into saying yes.

At that point, he essencially took Roxy and did whatever the hell he wanted with her. Next thing i know, Roxy was married to this male character and they had a baby? I even ended up making some art of them because he kept saying how he was tired of making all the artwork himself.

Thank god, eventually he forgot about me and Roxy for a lot time. The last time i talked to him was on a pm where he warned me he was gonna delete all his ocs, including Roxy and Johns child, i think he wanted me to convince him not to do it but by that time i was older and just said “alright man, see ya”

Thank fuck, that problem solved itself, but i’d be better off not going through it in the first place

The cosplay hellhole

When i first started cosplaying, i posted my pictures to DA too, since there was a cosplay community there, didn’t think anything would happen

When i got my first Harley wig and makeup i was so excited i posted them on deviantart, and they did quite well, tbh. Some people asked for fansigns, and i didn’t even know who those were but, once it was explained to me, i did some for people who requested them, from there it was also fine, but stay tuned, cause it’s gonna bite me in the ass later down the line

I start getting wierd dms, very sexual in nature, which grossed me out, since i was already 20 it wasn’t like, illegal or anything, but there was a pattern of people asking for sexual content followed by “it’s okay if you say no, though” and when i said no, they would be pissed at me, calling me a whore, saying if i didn’t want attention, i wouldn’t cosplay Harley.... keep in mind, all of my photos where from the shoulder up at this point, i muscle through this time, i’ve been harrassed enough to have a lil bit thicker skin.

But over time, the pile up of messages from diferent accounts were getting to me, and i was starting to delete photos.

AND THEN

He said he was embarrassed of having to send me these things but if i wanted the photo taken down i’d have to report it myself, thankfully he also found the direct link to the report page so i didn’t have to dig through the website. Thankfully the report worked and the photo was taken down

I receive a pm from a friend that scared the shit out of me. He was going through this porn website called Xhamster, he recognises someone using one of my fansigns as a photo, now he KNOWS this isn’t me, because i’ve been vocal about not wanting to be sexualized while in cosplay. Someone took one of the fansigns, edited out the words, flipped the image, and photoshopped their own signature on to the sign in hopes of like... getting verified or something?. In short this person was using my photo as if it was a photo of them.

That mixed in with the still incoming pms from creeps made me delete every cosplay photo i’ve ever posted on deviantart.

Years later i did post new cosplay stuff again, now giving a warning right at the top of the description and being very okay with using the block button to my leisure.

I’m taking a long as fuck hiatus from posting on deviantart, it’s been over a year now, but i still go on a block spree when someone breaks the rules i’ve set 

The whole “Luís” saga

Sit down for this one, it’s the weirdest one

I had a friend named Luís, we weren’t super close, in fact he was mean to me a lot, making fun of my english, even though neither of us were native speakers, refering to my home country as “Spain’s bitch”. Sending me cartoon porn when i was underaged was a big red flag that i didn’t even think was a big deal until i was older and thought back on it, like that was fucked up.

One day, i had critiques open, Luís sends a super spammy message and then blocks me. I was like “okay, whatever, i’m tired anyway” and i blocked him back.

THAT is when shit hit the fan

He tries to unblock me and talk to me, when that doesn’t work he makes a secondary account and starts sending me very aggressive pms. I’m was tired of how he acted with me, plus something about him being so desperate to be unblocked didn’t sit right, so i just blocked the new accounts

He made 15 separate accounts, getting more and more angry with each one, i block all 15.

Suddenly i’m getting pms in english and spanish from people i’ve never interacted with, but aparently Luís had told them i was being some sort of monster, some of them backed off after seeing the full picture, the others got blocked

Luís girlfriend was friends with me.

He then threatned to leave her if she didn’t block me.... she left HIM, and now I’M being blamed for that

Someone shared some uuuuhhhh fanart he drew of her after that, it was super sus, it was a comic about him seducing her with a kiss in order to make her hate someone, girl you’re better off without him, jesus christ

Now shit starts moving off of deviantart

He finds my personal facebook, which was NOT disclosed to the public, and starts messaging me, from there he found my twitter, youtube, skype, starts messaging my irl friends, quite a lot of them did not even know english at the time.

In the few messages before i blocked him, i warned him to stop, i warned him he was stalking me online and that shit isn’t okay. THIS DUDE 

this dude replied with “it’s not stalking because i’m younger than you”

BOI

this happened over the course of a year, and it was the first time i ever reported someone, hell it’s the first time i’ve seen a report be successful, because i contact deviantart with a list of everything he’s done, screenshots to prove it, links to his separate accounts where all the comments are ONLY about me

a week later they DELETE THIS MAN’S WHOLE ACCOUNT

I have not heard from him in almost a decade

This is like, the ONE TIME i feel like i won

Aaand well, done, those are the most serious one, there’s some minor shit that’s not worth talking about, but looking back, wow, i used to get a lot of sexual harassment on deviantart huh?

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Boob Tape and Annoying Boyfriend

Pairing: Jenneel

Warnings: *points to the title* + flying remotes! Language. Implied sexual harassment.

Square Filled: Fighting for the remote

Word Count: 2500ish (this was supposed to be a drabble….)

A/N: I blame @becs-bunker for this! 100% her fault! Thanks to @saxxxology for giving me a few ideas that added to this too. This one is written for @spnfluffbingo

Thanks to my Baby Spice @percywinchester27 for betaing this for me on super short notice since I needed to q it before work.

I was actually super nervous about this one so thanks to the amazing @sillesworldofwriting for giving me a second opinion too - also on short notice.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

It had been a long afternoon and evening. Danneel had never been a huge fan of red carpet events. Sure they had been exciting at first, but she had quickly started feeling like she was a zoo animal on display. She loved a chance to get all dolled up, but she could think of a million different and better reasons to get her hair and makeup done, than to waltz around in front of a bunch of flashing lights, trying her best to ignore the crude comments that always came from some of the men.

Today had been especially bad though. Not so much because if the red carpet event itself. Sure the crude comments had happened from some of the male photographers, but she had gotten used to that over the years. It still affected her of course but not to the degree that running into Mark Schwahn had done. Nothing had happened but years of bad memories and auditions being asked to basically strip in front of 5 or more people had rushed to the the surface. Memories and traumas she just wanted to forget.   

She knew she hadn’t have had to go alone this time. Jensen was home and he had offered to come with her, but their relationship was still newish, even if they had been friends for years. She wanted them to have a chance to just be the two of them for a while before the rumor mill started. It wasn’t like they were careful to not be seen together. They were both tv actors and they weren’t recognized that often, plus they were friends. They had gone out to lunch and dinner before they started dating, so she wasn’t overly worried about people finding out before they were both ready. If he had gone with her today, it would have been like announcing their relationship to the world and Danneel was scared what that would mean to the two of them. They had both been in public relationships before, but they were both very private people. Actually one of Jensen’s relationships had ended because the woman he was with didn’t share his views on what the rest of the world needed to know.

Danneel loved Jensen, and she wanted what they had just started building together to last. She didn’t want him to think she needed or wanted him for anything else than the amazing, loving man she knew him to be.

Right now she wasn’t thinking about Jensen though. She just wanted to get out of her damn dress, wipe off her makeup and relax with him on the couch. Well, maybe she was thinking about Jensen a little bit, but her annoyance with the zipper on the back of her dress that she couldn’t reach, was winning the competition for her attention at the moment.

“UUURGH!” Danneel exclaimed, kicking her bed. Her body was aching from unsuccessfully trying reached the stuck zipper at the back of her dress.  

“Honey, are you okay?” Jensen’s footsteps sounded on the stairs. Great! She had wanted to shower and order pizza before he showed. Why did he have to always be annoyingly punctual?

She knew she could talk to him and she might have if they had still just been friends. She might have broken down in tears and told him about everything she hated about this town, but he wasn’t just her friend anymore. Their relationship was still new and she didn’t want to lay all of this on him. She didn’t want him to see her as some poor girl he needed to protect. It wasn’t who she was, so she pushed it all down and held it in. Maybe someday she would tell him, but not today.

“I can’t reach the stupid zipper,” she sulked, not even bothering to say ‘hi’ when Jensen showed at her bedroom door, a cheeky smile spreading across his stupid, handsome face.

“Well, sweetheart, I happen to be an expert in undressing you,” Jensen drawled, making Danneel roll her eyes at him, but she turned around allowing him to help her out anyway. It was easier than to get a crick in the neck trying to get it herself.

“I would have come with you, you know?” Jensen’s voice softened as he worked on unsticking the zipper.

“I know. You didn’t have to… I’d rather just have a movie night with you tonight,” she sighed. “I just want to get out of this dress and get this damn itchy tape off and curl up on the bed,” she grumbled, trying to scratch beneath her boob, which didn’t make Jensen’s job with the zipper any easier.

“You look amazing, if it helps,” Jensen tried, but for some reason it only added to her annoyance. He was the one person she wanted to impress wearing all of this, so she wasn’t sure why his words rubbed her the wrong way. Right now everything just seemed to get to her. She stepped away from him when she felt the zipper slid down her back and away from the kiss he was pressing to her shoulder.

“I’m not in the mood, Jensen,” she glared back at him, ignoring the confused look on his face. She barely heard his apologies, telling her he wasn’t trying to do anything. She was too busy worrying about the part that was bound to come next. Getting off the damn tape.

Danneel was comfortable around Jensen. And her little outburst aside, she knew that he wouldn’t mind her undressing in front of him. He never expected anything from her the way most other men she had dated did. She knew he loved her and that it wasn’t just about how she looked. Subconsciously, that stayed with her even if she was in a bad headspace at the moment, so she didn’t think twice about dropping her dress to the floor and stepping in front of the mirror.

She took a deep breath preparing herself, but before she could start removing the tape from hell, Jensen’s voice sounded again. “You need help with that too?”

Danneel’s head whirled around to see Jensen playfully wiggle his eyebrows at her. Had it been any other day, it would have made her smile. Blush even. But today his remarks and flirty behavior only seemed to anger her.

“Could you stop? You’re not actually Dean, you know?” Danneel hissed at him and Jensen’s face instantly fell.

“Dee are you okay?” He enquired, but she was still too worked up and caught up in her own head to hear the genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine. I just hate these fucking things,” she grimaced as she slowly started peeling at the side of the tape, not really paying attention to her boyfriend any longer.

“Come on. It can’t be that bad,” Jensen spoke, and Danneel practically felt like fumes were coming from her head now.

“How about I tape your balls and you tell me how it feels removing it, Jensen?!” Danneel snapped, as she stared him down through the mirror. The logical part of her knew he was trying to help and cheer her up, but it wasn’t the logical part of her that was in control at the moment. She was furious but not with him. It had just been a bad day and he was the nearest target. She wasn’t being fair and she knew it. She was simply too angry to care.

Jensen subconsciously covered his crotch with one hand as he stared at his girlfriend like she had been possessed by a demon. “You wouldn’t….” he started but was cut off by Danneel grabbing the roll that was still on the vanity.

“Try me, Ackles!” she warned, waving it at his face. The small smile that appeared on Jensen’s face only served to anger her more. She knew he found her cute when she was angry. He had told her time and time again, but right now she didn’t want to be found cute. She wanted him just stop trying to make her feel better and let her be pissed.

“Oh come on, honey. That’s not the same. I got hair down there,” Jensen grinned and Danneel rolled her eyes so hard they actually hurt.

“Yeah and I am just pulling my skin clean off here. Can you get out! Order a pizza or something,” she threw the roll back onto the table and went back to ignoring him. Jensen sighed, backing up towards the door but couldn’t help chuckling at her carefully peeling the tape.

“Just rip it off babe. It’s like a band aid. You’ll…” he started but was cut off when the remote that had been on the nightstand beside her vanity, crashed into the wall next to his face. For the first time, Jensen seemed to actually react. His face went from complete shock to anger in seconds. “Jesus Christ, Danneel!”

Danneel felt the tears press against her eyes and she wanted to run to him and apologize. She had no idea what had come over her. She hadn’t been thinking and she most certainly never wanted to do anything to hurt Jensen.

“Can you just leave?” Her voice was frail now and as much as she wanted to be alone she hoped he wouldn’t go. She hoped he would stay; pull her into his arms and promise her that everything was going to be alright between them. Only, he didn’t.

“Don’t worry. I’m going,” Jensen sent her a hard glare before he walked out the door and down the stairs.

By some miracle, Danneel managed to hold herself together long enough to get the damn tape off her body. Not without a few sobs escaping her, but at the very least she didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. Not until she stood under the hot stream of the shower and everything hit her. She had been such a bitch to Jensen, when all she had really needed all day was to be with him. She had taken her bad day out on him, when he had tried so hard to cheer her up. She couldn’t lose him. He was her best friend and the love of her life. Even in the few months the two of them had been dating she had come to not being able to picture a life without him anymore. She cried, no longer over the stares and crude comments at the red carpet event, but over the fact that she had taken everything out on the one person that never treated her or anyone else with anything other than complete respect.

Her eyes were still puffy and red when she emerged from the bathroom, only wearing panties and one of Jensen’s shirts he had left at her place. She was drying her hair not paying attention to anything in the room. The least thing she had expected was Jensen sitting on her bed waiting with her favorite beer and pizza on the table next to him. So when he spoke, she jumped and a small scream fell from her lips.

“This is my favorite look on you just so you know,” Jensen quickly held up his hands when she was startled by his voice. “Sorry.”

“Jay…” Danneel’s voice broke and she teared up again at the sight of him. She didn’t hesitate for one second to drop the towel she was holding and run across the room, jumping into the bed when he opened his arms inviting her to him.

“C’mere.”

Danneel wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder. Jensen held her tightly against him, running his fingers through her still moist hair, trying to soothe her. “I’m sorry,” she muttered.

She felt Jensen give her a small squeeze, before pulling back to stroke the hair away from her face. “Don’t worry about it,” he said honestly, before a teasing grin spread across his face, “you got terrible aim, Dee.”

“Shut up,” Danneel pouted and gave him a small shove, making Jensen laugh. This time it was contagious. She cuddled back up to Jensen, letting him pull her to lie down on the bed with him.

“Rough day, huh?” Jensen rubbed shooting circles on her back as she clung to him. She nodded quietly. She didn’t want to relive it right now. She just wanted to be with Jensen. She needed to be in his arms and to forget that the world outside her front door existed for the evening.

“I thought you left.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and tears pressed against her eyes once again as she spoke. The fear of losing him still lingering within her.

“I did. To get pizza and let you cool off,” Jensen answered, looking down at her to realise just exactly what she had meant. “Hey no,” Jensen wrapped his arms tightly around her again, resting his chin on top of her head, letting her sob against his chest. She needed to get it all out and he knew it. “I won’t leave you DeeDee. I love you. It was a stupid fight. Barely. You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” he spoke softly, while she cried. He tenderly pressed a kiss to the top of her head and one to her lips as she looked up at him.

“Jensen I am so sorry. I was way out of line. How I am feeling is not your fault. I know you tried to cheer me up and I… I could have hurt you,” she rambled, before Jensen shushed her, softly pressing his lips against hers.

“I know. It’s okay. We’re fine,” he said looking deep into her eyes, letting her know that he meant it. “Besides, a pretty girl promised me movie night and making out in bed,” Jensen teased trying to lighten the mood. He her blush like he often did and smile through her tears.

“Well she broke her remote,” Danneel muttered, playing with his shirt. Jensen chuckled, giving her another soft squeeze before pushing both into a half sit, so he could reach the remote on the bed stand next to him.

“Well her awesome boyfriend fixed it while she was in the shower,” Jensen winked, loving how she lit up.

“Really?”

“Really. Does this mean I get to pick the movie?” Jensen asked, playfully trying to keep the remote from her reach but she moved faster than he had expected, easily snapping it from his hand.

“Not a chance in hell, Ackles,” Danneel grinned, feeling better with the prospect of an evening in Jensen’s arms, watching chick flicks and eating pizza.

“That’s my girl,” Jensen grinned proudly, pressing a kiss to her cheek, before moving the pizza to rest between them and opening the beers as she started looking for movies. No matter what the world might throw at them, in that moment they both knew they would make it through. Their love and care for one another would always be there. Their love was one of a kind and they would do whatever it took to make it last forever.

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[careful-little-eyes-what-yo-blog]

Marriage: Lynn vs. Jessica headcanon

Lynn

Lynn is very by the book. She prefers minimalistic furniture and is very career oriented. Out of the two, Blake is the more passionate and cuddly. He tries to be romantic but she automatically assumes he's just aiming for sex when he just wants to romance his beautiful wife.

She doesn't smile a lot when she's busy. Or ever, really, but he absolutely loves the determined and hard driven expression on her face. He says she's gorgeous every day and she can't help but giggle a little and tell him to shut up. She doesn't like romance, but she enjoys sex -which he can't really get off without a little foreplay or romance; which of course she's really bad at. He doesn't tell her though, he just lets her ride him as she prefers to be the dominant one.

Their honeymoon was in New York City while she was working on a reporting job. Most of it was spent with her writing the story and focusing on work instead of celebrating her wedding.

She doesn't like flowers or nature, really. She has a cat who's eyes point off in different directions she doesn't 100% get along with -as she calls her Blake's cat. Lynn's not a huge fan of listening to music as it distracts her unless it's gospel, Christian country or classical.

Lynn's not a fan of sports, but she likes art. She doesn't like Blake watching football or other sports on the television in the living room and she hates the super bowl.

Blake wishes she'd be more romantic and decorate the house to look like something other than an expensive prison cell. He wishes she liked the outdoors or would at least watch television with him or listen to music.

He gets aggravated with her sometimes, but he knows that she's a very clean, very professional woman and he feels like he can't really complain. After all, he married her because he loves her and she gives him all the sex he wants -not that he really wants sex, just romance.

He feels like their relationship is lacking substance and he hates feeling more like her live in co-worker than her husband. He often feels that maybe he'd have been happier with Jessica.

He believes Lynn is very nature savvy for someone who hates the dirt even though she's not very good at wilderness survival.

Jessica

Jessica is a lot more laid back. Stylish home accommodations, hardwood floor instead of white tiles, colored glass wind chimes in the window and hanging plants in nearly every corner of the room. Her furniture doesn't match at all, having a burnt orange lazy boy, microfiber chair, a dark green microfiber sectional with a pull-out mattress covered in colorful blankets and a glass coffee table that's a fish tank full of plants.

They have two dogs and a cat who they both love to pieces. A corgi and a pug and a red Somali cat -a cat normally priced at 600$ but she got it for 50$ at a shelter.

Jessica is romantic to boot, but because of her traumatic childhood, she's not a fan of sex. She'd prefer to cuddle and kiss and just hold Blake -which is what he likes until he gets in the mood and she panics and locks herself in the bathroom. Which he finds annoying as hell and often thinks she's being dramatic when in reality, she just feels like shit because she got him all sorts of turned on and can't bring herself to have sex with him.

After their honeymoon, in the first 6 months, she had sex with him 3 times. The wedding night, the day after, and the following week. She apologized for being unable to do it any more than that, which he tells her it's ok.

Sometimes, when she's feeling the urges too, they'll masturbate together and watch each other. She just can't let him touch her.

She loves camping and hiking. She has a garden full of flowers and a small vegetable garden. She loves getting dirty and flirting with him in public. She enjoys taking him shopping for him and going places he likes to go and loves watching sports with him and movies on Netflix. They shower together regularly and talk about having children -which he semi-jokingly accuses her of not being able to do if she won't let his dick in her. She accepts it as a joke even though she feels guilty as hell about it.

She hosts SuperBowl parties and saves up money to go to games, the movies regularly and on vacations. She avoids anything religious and anything about priests or catholic schools which he's thankful for as well.

She regularly goes to the gym -which he hates- and does yoga at home -which he loves. She doesn't correct him when he calls her Lynn, but it hurts her. She doesn't blame him for what happened, but it still hurts. Part of the reason she doesn't like having sex with him is because he always calls her Lynn in bed and she can't take that sort of pain.

Blake likes how free spirited, artistic and supportive she is. He was the cameraman for an Emily Hagen -a reporter- but left when she refused to do any reports that were worth reporting. He managed to talk Jessica into being the reporter for his freelance journalism.

He hates that she sits in on his SuperBowl parties and talks about the games with his friends but he won't tell her. He wishes she was less romantic and liked sex more because he often feels like she teases him then won't help him relieve himself -although she tries to give him head and hand jobs against her comfort.

He describes her as being fruity and wishing he had someone who took his career more seriously instead of making the few jokes about it that she does.

He does love that she smiles all of the time. She's like his ray of sunshine, but because she smiles so much he thinks she's not taking anything seriously when he's talking to her.

He thinks she's clingy because they like to cuddle on the couch a lot and she likes to hold his hand in public.

He thinks her claims to be good at wilderness survival is funny and often jokes that if she were out in the woods for a day she'd twist her ankle and starve to death because her pain tolerance is so low and her survival skills aren't any better.

He openly talks about whether or not he wondered if Lynn and himself would have gotten married and what that would have been like in front of her. She hates those conversations.

Blake is a little more cruel to Jessica although he doesn't really see it. Most of the time he thinks he's joking but it actually hurts her a lot. He makes her cry but she waits till he goes to bed before removing herself to the living room to be with the dogs. She doesn't tell him that she's suicidal and has been seeing a therapist for 3 years. He doesn't see her medication until they're in the chopper just before the start of the game. The conversation is:   

Blake: What are these? Jessica: Nothing important. Blake: These are pills, Jessica. You're taking pills. Jessica: Antidepressants, they aren't important. Blake: Antidepressants? Jesus Christ Jessica, what the hell- why didn't you tell me! Jessica: Because it's not important. Blake: Do I make you that miserable? Jessica: That's not the subject tonight Blake, can we just figure out what's going on and get back home? I don't like it here at all. Blake: Not until you tell me why you think you need these- Jessica: Because I've been living up to Lynn for 20 years Blake! You said her name in your vows to me, you moan her name when you jerk off, or when you fuck me and you ask me what I think your marriage to her would be like! I feel bad enough she's dead because of me and you don't make me feel any god damn better about it so can we drop this and report on someone I envy like the Jane Doe?  

Temple Gate Comparisons

Lynn

Lynn doesn't get captured right away, she goes into town to find help and is taken hostage. She remains captured until the end of the game and the pregnancy wears on her really badly. Blake feels horrible because she's a strong woman and he believes she deserves better than that. Of course, Lynn dies.

Jessica

Jessica doesn't get captured right away, and when she is captured, she escapes again and remains on her own, off and on getting captured and escaping. There are a few times -while she's getting bigger- where she helps guide Blake certain ways with chalk or blood, marking places to hide indiscreetly. Planting any batteries she finds in places he'll see or unlocking doors or windows for him to sneak into places. When she's captured by Val and she's saved and has to run from Marta, she doesn't move slowly. She practically drags Blake behind her and helps push book shelves, shut doors, lead him down certain paths as she's trying to control her breathing and pain management by growling and swearing.

Jessica doesn't die when she gives birth, although she almost does. She passes out and Blake believes she's dead. When he wakes up and Knoth is talking to him, Jessica stabs Knoth in the back of the neck before slitting his throat. She tells him to stand up and follow but he refuses calling her crazy and a murderer.

He leaves her, locking her in the church and forcing her to find her own way as other people come in in a last ditch effort to kill the anti-christ. Blake assumes she dies but she doesn't.