#okay enough Official tags. i fucking love this show.

[thebrainrotsreal]

I don't even know what to caption, I just fucking adore this mf. I infused all my adoration into a screenshot re-draw. Watch this show please, please, please, please, please, please. It's incredible to me.

[thewispsings]

better streamer | max verstappen

pairing; max verstappen x streamer!reader

summary; after getting completely demolished on stream by user; fartsnifer max makes it his life purpose to win a game against her. to bad he never does and they fall in love instead.

— fartsnifer has posted new photos!

liked by, charlesleclerc, and 57,924 others!

fartsnifer: very nice stream tonight! thank you so much to all those who joined 🫶🫶 and thank you to all of my new followers! welcome, you are now all official fartsnifers 🔥

view comments below!

user1: i love your content but i will not be identified as a fartsnifer.

user2: i too did not want to identify as a fartsnifer. i am now proud to be one 😕

user3: being a fartsnifer is a PRIVILEGE. be proud

user4: i’m sorry but i can’t take you guys seriously while you’re calling yourself fartsnifers 😭😭

user5: this is the girl who embarrassed the f1 grid in cod?!?

user6: this is her!!!

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1, @/landonorris, @/georgerussell63, @/oscarpiastri @/logansargent, @/alex_albon, @/danielricciardo

user7: bro tagged the whole family 💀

user8: LMAO CHARLES???

user9: how did he find her so quick 😭

user10: basically all of f1twt is talking about her 😭😭

maxverstappen1: @/fartsnifer check dms.

user11: MAX WHATTT

user12: willing to bet he’s asking her for a rematch

user13: that’s so ominous “check dms.” LIKE DAMN OKAY

user14: max just accept that she is better than you. it’s okay.

georgerussell63: well well well, if it isn’t fartsnifer herself.

fartsnifer: well well well, if it isn’t the guy who scream like a girl

georgerussell63: um actually, that was @/landonorris, NOT me.

landonorris: why are you lying?

user15: y/n replying to george and not max is killing me 😭

maxverstappen1: check dms.

user16: this is embarrassing max, one comment was enough

user17: i think he wants y/n to check her dms?

oscarpiastri: good game tonight! 👊

fartsnifer: thanks piastri!

user18: thank you oscar for showing y/n that f1 drivers do in fact have decorum 🧍

logansargent: don’t fraternize with the enemy Oscar.

maxverstappen1: check dms please.

user19: oh max…

user20: it just got even more embarrassing

user21: the way y/n is very clearly ignoring him is SO FUCKING FUNNY

user22: i love your content pls don’t die

danielricciardo: please answer Max’s messages.

user23: daniel did max make you do this???

danielricciardo: yes.

maxverstappen1: check dms.

user24: OMG MAX WE GET ITTTT

user24: y/n please answer his dms this is getting sad to watch

— y/n l/n and max verstappen have shared a collaborated post!

liked by maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 392,839 others!

fartsnifer: join my stream tonight to watch me humiliate this 3x wdc!! 👊👊

view comments below!

user25: omg she actually answered his messages 😭

maxverstappen1: that is not the photo we agreed on.

fartsnifer: but this one was so much funnier!!

user26: oh i WILL be tuning in

user27: this is going to be the funniest thing ever

user28: strangers to lovers…

user29: OH BROTHERRR

landonorris: best buddy’s with the enemy now mate?

maxverstappen1: i must win.

user30: i love that photo of max

user30: the ways he’s just 🧍

charles_leclerc: woohoo!! go y/n 👏👏

georgerussell63: fake.

landonorris: she is the enemy charles!

logansargent: after she humiliated us on stream? i can’t believe this.

maxverstappen1: you sick traitor. after everything we’ve been through?

charles_leclerc: i like her videos guys 😕

user31: charles leclerc a official fartsnifer confirmed!!

user32: i was planning to sleep early today….but this seems more important

user33: oh but if i said enemies to friends to lovers…

user34: i would say you’re delusional!! 😝😝

— y/n has posted new photos!

liked by maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, and 583,826 others!

fartsnifer: life feels good when you don’t have to pay for your own dinners 🤤 @/maxverstappen1

view comments below!

user35: hasn’t it already been over a month 🤨

user36: i think they played again and if y/n won max had to pay her dinners for ANOTHER month

user37: they just want an excuse to keep in touch 😒😒

user36: oh most definitely LMAOOO

maxverstappen1: when did i get you sushi?

fartsnifer: like three days ago remember????

maxverstappen1: ah yes! i remember now

user37: max is literally traveling the world racing and still finds time to order y/n dinner online EVERY SINGLE DAY.

user38: he wants her so bad and you can’t convince me otherwise 😐

landonorris: can you play today?

fartsnifer: don’t you have quali today???!?!

landonorris: i mean after 😒

fartsnifer: yeah just tell me when

maxverstappen1: can i join?

user39: omg max no

user40: oh i just got the worst second hand embarrassment jesus christ

user41: that was the saddest sentence ever written

fartsnifer: ofc you can maximilian!!

charles_leclerc: you shouldn’t try this delicious italian restaurant! i’ll send max the address!!

fartsnifer: thank you charles 🫶🫶

maxverstappen1; don’t thank him 🙄 I’m the one buying it.

user42: don’t be jealous max…

liked by 273,827 others!

fartsniferupdates: queen fartsnifer herself was seen at the f1 austrian race today!! i think we ALL know who she was there for… 😉😉

view comments below!

user43: she flew to austria for a MAN ?? 🤨

user44: to be fairrrrr that man is MAX VERSTAPPEN so…

user45: they are so dating!! they literally left together and looked so happy

user46: i fucking knew it

user47: okay enemy’s to lovers…get it ig

user48: maybe y/n can let max win at COD now that they’re a…thing?

user49: y/n looks so good

user50: IKR!!! her hair is chefs kiss

liked by, landonorris, charles_leclerc, fartsnifer, and 763,825 others!

maxverstappen1: finally payed for her dinner in person 💪

view comments below!

user51: oh HE posted her?? yeah he’s in love

user52: he ruined his entire feed aesthetic to post a picture of her 🥹🥹🥹

fartsnifer: i don’t like that picture🧍delete please!

maxverstappen1: karma!

maxverstappen1: and you look cute 🙄

user53: OH!!!

user54: yeah they are definitely dating

landonorris: finally!! God you were getting to annoying with your “she’s so pretty.” “and she’s good at games.” “do you think if we started dating she’d let me win.”

maxverstappen1: delete this.

fartsnifer: too late!! i’ve seen it. no max just because we’re dating doesn’t mean i will let you win

maxverstappen1: 😕

user55: OMG SHE JUST CONFIRMED IT?? THEY ARE ACTUALLY DATING?? HOLY SHIT

user56: girl he literally flew her out to watch him race. ofc they were dating 😭😭

user33: I FUCKING KNEW IT!! FUCK YOU ALL WHO SAID I WAS DELUSIONAL!! WHAT NOW HUH??? YOU SEE THIS?? I WAS RIGHT!! AHAHAHAH

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️

charles_leclerc: that was for y/n, not max.

maxverstappen1: geez thanks mate!

fartsnifer: love you charles ‼️‼️

user57: LMAOOO

user58: the way charles became a full on fartsnifer fan is so crazy

user59: he literally talks about her all the time too 😭😭 when he was asked what he’s been watching recently he answered “i’ve been watching a streamer named fartsnifer! she’s funny.” he’s so proud about it

georgerussell63: you are all traitors!! after what she did to us that fateful day? i can’t believe this!

fartsnifer: you literally invited me for drinks tomorrow?? 🧍

georgerussell63: SHHHH 🤫🤫

user60: max is dating someone who gos by the name fartsnifer….yeah i didn’t see this coming

. . .

notes: thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed :))

[daisynik7]

Give You Blue

Chapter 2: First Impressions

Pairing: Eren x f!reader, Reiner x f!reader (past relationship)

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: explicit sexual content/smut (flashback), language, angst

Word Count: ~3.6k

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Summary: You move into your new dorm with your friend and roommate, Annie, where you update her on your current relationship status. That night, you meet Eren Jaeger, your new Resident Assistant. Author’s Notes: Thanks so much for all the love so far on Chapter 1! Very excited for you all to see where this series goes. Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated, so thank you so much for the support! If you want to be tagged in any future chapters, please let me know in the comments or interact with the Give You Blue Taglist post. Appreciate y’all!

The bedroom window is cracked open, the chirping of crickets loud and oddly comforting. There’s the distant bark of a dog down the block, and the drone of a car, the distinct sound of wheels spinning slowly on gravel. The TV is on, a random show playing on low volume, enough to fill the space with ambient noise. Altogether, it’s the familiar symphony of summer nights spent with Reiner. Sure, it’s mundane and insignificant. But it’s yours.

It's past midnight, the two of you in bed, snuggled together. Reiner kisses you, slow and deep, tongue slipping past your lips to graze against teeth. His hand slides from your back, then underneath the waistband of your pajamas, feeling your ass through your underwear. The laugh track from the sitcom in the background drowns the moan that escapes you as his fingers work their way beneath your panties, rubbing your clit.

“Reiner,” you whine, shifting beside him to spread your legs apart. He chuckles softly, kissing your cheek before making his way to your ear, whispering, “Let me take care of you, baby.”

It’s the summer before university starts, one month left of vacation before the two of you are college students. It seems like only yesterday you were kids, chasing each other on the playground in your own little game of tag. Even now, eighteen and officially adults, the two of you follow where the other goes, attending Stohess University together. Some things never change.

His finger dips between your folds, gathering slick from your arousal, circling your throbbing clit. You squirm from his touch, your grip on his hair tightening from the stimulation. “Let me eat you out.”

You swallow hard, nervous by his offer. “No, it’s okay. I…I haven’t shaved,” you admit, embarrassed.

He laughs quietly, tugging at your chin to face him, nuzzling his nose against yours. “You think I care? Come on, Coco.”

You smile, pressing your lips to his. “Fine.” 

He positions himself between your legs, pulling off your shorts and underwear simultaneously. Without hesitation, his lips latch onto your bud, licking and pushing his tongue against it. You grab his pillow, scented like him, covering your mouth to muffle your cries. You orgasm within minutes, knees wobbly from the pleasure, wet and loud smooches as he kisses along the inside of your thighs, suckling at your skin. Soon after, he’s on top of you, cock hard in his fist, stroking his shaft. He guides himself inside you, your pussy adjusting to his size until he bottoms out. You wrap yourself around him, legs coiled at his waist, arms draped over his shoulders. He kisses you on the lips before he starts thrusting. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” 

He makes love to you gently, his hips rutting into you at a steady pace, hands caressing your skin delicately. You whimper beneath him, your second climax approaching, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, his luscious words charming you into a daze.

I love you.

We were made for each other.

It’ll be like this for the rest of our lives.

You wake up in the dark, facing the blank wall. It takes you a moment to realize where you are: inside your dorm room, alone in your bed. Sighing, you reach behind for your phone, face-down on your nightstand. Clicking the lock button to illuminate the screen, you squint your eyes while they adjust to the light, checking the time: 9:54 PM. It’s been hours of you lying dormant, in and out of sleep, ignoring the grumble of hunger in your belly, the stiffness in your limbs. You unpacked haphazardly after Reiner left and immediately retreated under the covers, body curled in the fetal position, mind racing with memories of the past. Now, it even haunts your dreams; you can’t escape it. It’s all you think about, asleep or awake. Scenes of your life together playing like a movie in fast-forward, pausing on all the empty promises. A glaring reminder that he lied. In his defense, you’re certain he meant it at the time. But being angry at him is easier than the actual convoluted feelings you’re experiencing.  You want so badly to be mad at him, to hate him. After everything you’ve been through, it’s impossible. That’s the fucked-up part: you’ll always love him.

You unlock your phone, checking for any notifications, disappointed when you don’t see one from Reiner. Part of you hopes he would text you to check in with how you’re doing. After all, he said you are still his best friend. Does he really mean that? The last message he sent was from a few days ago, before he picked you up from your house. Heading over now. See you soon! He helped pack your belongings in his car, smiling and carefree, excited for the new semester. Everything was normal, and now, with a blink of an eye, it’s not. 

You force yourself to close out of his message, convinced that you would stare at it the rest of the night if you let yourself. Below are your texts with Annie, your roommate and long-time friend. She texted you earlier this week, informing you of her arrival tomorrow morning. You’re unsure how she’ll react when you break the news to her. She’s always been wary of Reiner, despite knowing him just as long as you have. Another classmate from the same kindergarten class, though she never trusted him. While they are cordial with each other, you know deep down she harbors some sort of ill feeling towards him. The reason remains a mystery. If you were to guess, it could be that she never felt comfortable with you being so attached to him. “You rely on him too much.” She’s told you this multiple times, always waving it off with a laugh and a, “I know.” As if it were endearing to be so dependent on one other person. 

And it wasn’t one-sided; Reiner relied on you too, especially during the lowest points of his life. When he was twelve, he attempted to reconnect with his estranged father. The asshole didn’t even want to look at him, immediately refusing the idea of reuniting. And when his mom chose to ignore the issue than face it, the only person he had left was you. From then on, you were everything to him. He held you on the highest pedestal, so naturally, you did the same with him. 

We rely on each other so much; we’ll never be able to explore the real world. He said that to you earlier this morning. This whole time, you thought what you and Reiner had was the real world. All along, you were in your own little bubble, shielding each other from harm, concealing what else the universe can offer. You were happy this way, and you thought he was too. Or maybe you didn’t know any better.

You stare up, still in darkness, barely making out the popcorn ceiling of your bedroom, contemplating. You’re beginning to understand the reasons behind Reiner’s decision. Still, heartbreak hurts, and you wished he had talked to you about it before completely blindsiding you. Would it have stung less? Who knows. No matter how it could have happened, this is pain you have to suffer through. And this time, you don’t have him to help you endure it.

~~~

The next morning, you wake up from the walls rattling as Annie drags two giant suitcases aggressively through the doorway. 

You turn to face her, still in the same state you were in last night. Empty stomach, body even stiffer from inactivity, eyes swollen. And Annie, being as observant as she is, doesn’t let this go unnoticed. 

“What the hell happened to you?” She smirks, amused by your awful appearance, most likely thinking you had a rough night’s sleep. Nothing serious. You’re used to her blunt personality; you’ve always respected it. However, right now, it’s all a little too much. 

You can’t hold back your tears, admitting, “Reiner broke up with me.”

It’s an instant switch in demeanor. She drops her bags to the floor, rushing to you, sitting at the edge. Her brows are knit with concern, mouth partly open in shock. “What?”

You briefly explain what happened, giving her all the most important bits. She listens to you without interrupting, expression unchanging. When you’re finished, she takes a deep breath and mutters, “I’m going to kill him.”

She stands up so abruptly that you’re actually convinced that she will, so you grab her by the wrist to stop her. “Annie, don’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I? He deserves it. How can he do this to you?” She crosses her arms over her chest, pacing the small space between your two beds.

“You’re the one who said we rely on each other too much!”

“I know, but still. This is vile, even for him. He could have handled it better. He’s an asshole for doing it the way he did.” You stay silent, unsure how else to respond. You don’t want to defend him; it’s not your job to do that anymore. 

She lets you off the hook for a while, leaving the room to fetch the rest of her belongings. You remain in bed, watching her slip in and out of the room, appreciating the fact that you are no longer alone. With her side of the room unpacked, she focuses her attention back to you, hands on her hips like she means business. “You’re going to get through this, okay? Baby steps. First, you need to shower and brush your teeth.”

“How’d you know – ”

“Your breath stinks and you look awful.”

This is when you’re more than thankful for Annie’s straightforward tendency. For the first time in what seems like forever, you let out a genuine laugh. “You’re right.”

“Then, we’ll get lunch. The old man got me on the platinum meal plan again, so we can feast all semester long. See? Baby steps.”

You give her a small grin, nodding, bones cracking as you sit up to hop off the bed. When you stand, your legs almost give way; Annie catches you, offering stability. After a well-needed shower and an extra-long brush of your teeth, you throw on an outfit, ready for daylight. 

On your way to the campus cafeteria and all throughout lunch, Annie distracts you with a detailed recap of her summer vacation. Normally, she doesn’t talk this much, more of a listener than a chatter herself, but you know she’s trying anything to help you in your current misery. That means keeping your mind off Reiner and learning more about the Leonhart’s trip to Spain and the Bahamas. 

With food and nutrients back in your belly, you’re already feeling better. This moment is fleeting, however, when you make your way back to the dorms. Walking in the opposite direction is Bertolt Hoover. You think there’s a chance he doesn’t notice, since he’s chatting with the girl beside him. Unfortunately, he does. When he spots you and Annie, he waves, facing his friend to say something. She parts ways with him, leaving him alone with the two of you. “Hey.”

You force a smile, while Annie glares at him. “Hi, Bertolt.”

Clearing his throat nervously, he stutters, “How are you?”

He knows, he has to. Bertolt is Reiner’s best friend, outside of you, and surely, he’s aware of it. You shrug, words not sufficient enough to explain what you’re feeling. He understands, nodding awkwardly. “I’m sorry. About you and Reiner.”

“Did you already know he wanted to break up with her?” Annie blurts out, unable to help herself.

He sputters, clearly uncomfortable. “I…I mean…He may have mentioned it, yeah.”

She scoffs. “Wow. Unbelievable.”

“What was I supposed to do, Annie?!” he asks, defensively. “Rat him out?”

“You could at least given her a warning. Or encouraged him to talk to her before dropping a fucking colossal bomb.” 

“You know how he is. Reiner isn’t good at dealing with this kind of stuff. He confuses himself about what he really wants.”

“There was definitely a better way to handle it, I’m sure you can agree with that, Bertie.”

They argue with each other for a while longer, Annie’s petty nickname for him triggering another angry response. You look down at your feet, wondering what Reiner told Bertolt that he didn’t have the guts to tell you. 

Heated discussion fizzling out, Bertolt utters your name softly, catching your attention. “Look, I know this is all still fresh. But I wanted to check on you. You’re still my friend. I hope you know that.”

It’s practically the same statement Reiner said yesterday morning. You’re still my best friend, Coco. I hope you know that. A throwaway sentiment that’s supposed to make it all okay. As if it justifies it. You could let it pass, be on your way without discussing it further. But you don’t. Instead, you say, “A friend would have warned me, or at least tried to. I got blindsided, Bertolt. And it fucking hurts.”

He’s silent, unable to think of a good response. There’s nothing else he can say to make the situation any better. “Well, I’ll let Reiner know that I saw you.”

“Why would you do that?”

“He’s worried about you. You haven’t texted him, so he doesn’t know how you’re doing.”

This sets you off. “He broke up with me and expects me to reach out to him? What the fuck is that kind of logic?”

“I know, I know. I’m just relaying what was mentioned to me, okay?”

Blowing up at Bertolt won’t solve anything. With a deep exhale, you calmly state, “If he wants to talk to me, then he’s more than welcome to. But I’m not going to reach out to him. He wanted this breakup. I’m trying my best to move on.”

~~~

Annie stays with you in the room as you crawl back under the covers, enough excitement for the day. You spend the afternoon watching sad movie clips on your phone, torturing yourself with even more pain. Around 5:00 PM, there’s a knock on the door. You remain still, facing the wall, uninterested in who’s there. Your roommate answers, chatting with whoever it is for a few minutes before they leave. She calls out your name, checking if you’re awake. You crane your neck to meet her eyes, listening. 

“That was Eren, our new RA. He’s inviting us into the common room at 8 for some cupcakes. He wants to formally introduce himself and meet everyone.”

“Okay.”

“You’re going.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I said so. You could use a cupcake.”

You don’t have the energy to argue with her, so you agree, focusing back on your phone to watch the rest of your video. You do love cupcakes. And it wouldn’t hurt to see who else is in the building. 

Annie steps out to eat dinner with her other friend Hitch, who’s living in the Mu Phi sorority house this year. When she returns, she hands you a box of food she ordered to-go, coaxing you into eating at least a couple of bites. By the time 8 o’clock rolls around, Annie pulls you out of bed, dragging you down the hall into the common room, where there are already people gathered. You recognize some faces, classmates and neighbors from your previous residence, waving at them with a tight smile. Praying that no one asks you about Reiner. You were the couple that everyone knew about; high school sweethearts, childhood friends, destined to be together forever. It makes you sick thinking about it, your relationship put on a spotlight like that. Out there in public for everyone to speculate now that it’s over.

A well-built brunette, clad in a hoodie and jeans, rushes into the room, two boxes stacked on top of each other in his hands. He sets it down on the table, smiling as he looks around the room. “Hi everyone. I’m Eren Jaeger, your RA for this year. Sorry I’m a little late; my brother just dropped these off for me, so I got a bit delayed. Anyways, thanks for joining me tonight. I promise this won’t take long. I know some of us have class tomorrow, so I’ll make this as short as possible.”

He asks everyone in the room to share their name, major, and a fun fact about themselves, starting with himself. “Like I said, I’m Eren Jaeger. I’m a pre-med biology major. And I have a massive sweet tooth.” He flashes a warm smile, then turns to the next person on his left, going clockwise. Each time someone shares, he has a polite follow-up comment. “Wow, that’s a tough major!” or “You’ll have to teach me how to hacky-sack one day!” When it gets to you, you introduce yourself, mention your major, and, without really thinking outside the box, you share, “I was born and raised in Marley.”

It's the most boring fact you can think of, but even at this, Eren manages to find something nice to add to it. “My dad and brother are originally from Marley, so I have that connection with it. Very cool.”

His enthusiasm for the most mundane things is endearing. He doesn’t look like the type to be this earnest; hair tied in a messy man-bun, baggy black sweatshirt with some obscure band name across the front, tour dates listed on the back. Jeans ripped at the knees, classic black high tops on his feet. He even has a chain around his neck with an old-fashioned key dangling from it. You’re not quite sure what you make of him yet, but upon the first impression, he seems nice. 

After everyone has had a chance to go, Eren announces, “Feel free to stick around and mingle for a bit. And please help yourself to these cupcakes. They’re all the way from Marley, and they’re amazing.”

This piques your interest. You nudge Annie, whispering, “Do you recognize where those are from?”

She leans closer to inspect the box, eyes widening at the familiar labeling. “Oh. They’re from Liberio’s Bakery.”

Upon hearing the name, your heart sinks, memories flooding your mind. This is yours and Reiner’s favorite bakery, the one you grew up with. Cakes made special for milestone birthday parties, like the triple layered chocolate volcano for Reiner’s tenth, complete with fire red buttercream frosting to mimic lava. Cookies as big as his head, soft and gooey in the middle, crispy on the edges, exactly the way he liked it. Or his favorite, red-velvet cupcakes, spelling out, “Prom?” in your senior year of high school, when you decided to ask him first before he asked you.  

You stand, rigid in place, throat tight, tears welling in your eyes. At the worst timing possible, Eren, oblivious to what’s happening by no fault of his own, walks over to you, a cupcake in his palm, smiling. “Would you like one?”

Unable to hold it in any longer, you burst into tears, burying your face in your hands. 

Eren, rightfully freaked out, panics, quickly glancing at Annie for guidance. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing you did, Eren, don’t worry,” she begins to explain. “She’s just…she’s going through a breakup right now. And Liberio’s is her and her ex’s favorite bakery, so…yeah.” 

He rubs the back of his neck. “Oh man. If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked Zeke to bring them. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It really is a great bakery.”

“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you’re from Marley too. Damn, what are the chances? The one place I pick to surprise you all with, it causes one of my residents to cry. Am I a shitty RA or what?” he chuckles. 

“I blame your brother, he’s the one who introduced you to it.”

“Yeah, if anything, let’s blame Zeke.”

They share a laugh as you sputter into your hands, wiping snot and tears away with your sleeves. “I’m going to grab some tissues for her from the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” Annie announces, leaving you alone with Eren.

He clears his throat, uttering your name before he apologizes again. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s-hic-not-hic-your-hic-fault,” you assure him, through choked sobs.

“Still, I feel terrible. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I know that breakups always suck.”

You nod, trying to collect yourself so you can apologize for putting him in this situation. Before you can, he says, “If you ever need anything, I’m just down the hall. Seriously. Don’t hesitate to knock on my door.” He offers you a gentle smile. It’s words that are often said in passing, but the way he looks at you, it feels genuine. Like he truly means it.

“Thank you,” you respond, taken aback by his kindness. 

Annie reappears with a bunch of tissues in her hands, handing them to you to wipe your face dry. “Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine now,” you answer, avoiding Eren’s gaze, still mortified about the whole situation. You ignore the wandering eyes from the other resident’s, saving further humiliation for another day. 

“Anyways, I’ll leave you two alone. Again, sorry about this. Let me know if you need anything. Like I said, I’m down the hall.” He turns on his heel to walk away, then backtracks, facing you again. “Here.” He thrusts his palm forward, presenting you the treat. “Cupcakes are always sweet, even after a breakup. You owe it to yourself to still enjoy the things you like. No one should ever change that for you.”

You take it into your hands, touched by his parting words and generosity. Back in the room, after careful contemplation, you decide to go for it. You peel back the liner and bring the cupcake to your lips, taking a bite. 

Eren’s right; it’s still just as sweet.

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[markantonys]

What is your ideal Gawyn show intro?

tick tock, it's gawynposting o'clock!!! i love being enabled, thank you :')

okay, so here's what i'm thinking. 3x01 focuses on catching up with our established characters and setting up the main storylines for the season. 3x02 is time for our caemlyn crew to make their grand entrance; the episode title seems to be "a question of crimson" (though this isn't guaranteed) which would be perfect for an andor & elaida intro episode.

3x02 cold open. scene: caemlyn palace nursery 20 years ago. baby elayne (there was allegedly a baby needed on the caemlyn palace set) is snoozing in her cradle with a nurse (lini cameo!) keeping an eye on her. 10ish-year-old galad is there playing with toddler gawyn. elaida enters the room and takes gawyn over to elayne's cradle and explains to him what it means to be her first prince of the sword, then makes him swear the oath we famously hear about in the books, the oath he swore over her cradle when he was just barely tall enough to look into it, "my blood shed before hers, my life given before hers". the audience goes "wow! this is a pretty fucked up thing to do to this 2-year-old" and thus we learn something about both gawyn (was psychologically fucked up at age 2 by being taught to see himself as a tool to protect other, more important people) and elaida (cares a lot about protecting the royal house of andor and has no problem psychologically fucking up 2-year-olds to do it). and there can be other stuff in the scene to tell us a bit about galad and morgase maybe, depending on how big of a role they're going to have in s3.

this is where i would put the opening credits IF I HAD THEM. (hashtag bring back the opening credits in every episode not just the finale you cowards.) now we go to present-day caemlyn, where the fam is discussing their worries that elayne is missing. gawyn in particular is upset about it and is blaming himself (and being blamed by elaida, and maybe even morgase makes some queenly Harsh But Fair remarks), and the audience goes "yep, sure enough, that 2-year-old has grown up to have Issues." and thus, right away, we've been given a point of connection with and sympathy for gawyn as well as an important insight into why he is Like That. this toddlerhood oath-swearing scene is buried in his narration in the books and i think a lot of people miss it or miss its importance, but it is THE formative moment for his character and the key to understanding why he is Like That, and i'd die if it was portrayed directly onscreen via flashback cold open.

meanwhile, elayne, nynaeve, and mat have set off for tanchico from falme, but the rest of the gang is headed for caemlyn (either as a stop on the way to the waste, or as their intended final destination but shenanigans later force them to flee and only then do they decide to go to the waste). perrin goes out and about in the city and hears rumors of trouble in the two rivers, setting him up to branch off from the group by the end of 3x02. egwene heads to the palace, having been tasked by elayne to deliver a letter to her family assuring them she's well, and rand tags along.

but the guards won't let these two hooligans in, so instead they go around back and break in over the garden wall, falling off the wall at gawyn's feet and setting off the biggest bi crisis of his life. egwene has a whole flirty meetcute with a handsome prince while rand, with whom she officially broke up in 3x01, has to bear witness to the whole thing (and this shows the audience that egwene is also moving on, thus soothing them about rand getting new love interests this season), but gawyn is friendly to rand too and defends both of them from galad's bitch ass and all the guards galad tattles on them to.

rand and egwene are hauled off to an audience with morgase and elaida, and gawyn defends them again but obediently shuts up when morgase and elaida tell him to (showing us that he has a good heart but is easily influenced by authority figures, especially elaida - seeing that gawyn tends to obey elaida is a surprise tool to help us later). whole tense convo here where egwene and rand both get to meet their mutual future mother-in-law as well as their mutual future kidnapper, and egwene delivers the letter but then elaida has her ominous foretelling of rand, which calls his and egwene's integrity and thus the veracity of the letter into question. morgase lets them go (against elaida's advice) but doesn't trust the letter (at elaida's advice) and continues to worry for elayne's safety. so, elaida sets off for the white tower to get answers, with gawyn in tow because, as we learned at the very start of the episode, protecting elayne is quite literally his life.

there we have it! a gawyn intro that sets up a ton of important stuff for him (his oaths to elayne, the way he ties his self-worth to his ability to protect people he deems more important than him, his fucked-up mentor/mentee relationship with elaida, his crush on egwene, his friends-to-onesided-homoerotic-rivals arc with rand, his relationships with morgase and galad), gets the audience to understand and sympathize with and maybe even feel fond of him right off the bat, AND doesn't violate any of the handful of tidbits we know about s3 so far. a win-win-win!

this is my ideal version. but there's a couple other possibilities, such as a) we meet gawyn in caemlyn, but rand & co don't go there, so gawyn does not meet egwene until a future season, or b) elaida and morgase have a one-on-one convo in caemlyn (both actresses were leaked to have been on that set, but no word on if the brothers were there) and gawyn isn't introduced until a later scene arriving at the white tower with elaida (and so doesn't meet egwene until a future season).

i'm leaving galad out of the white tower trip for now because i remember musing a while back how it could actually be more effective if it's an elaida-gawyn duo and galad stays home with morgase. both women are important to both brothers' stories, but elaida is more important to gawyn and morgase is more important to galad. gawyn can be alone with elaida doing all the coup stuff, and galad can be with morgase watching her start behaving strangely, not understanding why, and starting to turn to the whitecloaks (because he blames the aes sedai for elayne's disappearance, because he's afraid morgase is losing her grip and starting to do andor harm, and maybe because morgase was compelled to treat him cruelly and kick him out a la bryne* in the books and he feels he has nowhere else to turn to). gawyn/elaida/tower + galad/morgase/whitecloaks feels like two logical groupings, and in that regard keeping galad in caemlyn could allow for more efficient storytelling than sending him to tar valon. and the galad/morgase/whitecloaks storyline could be held until s4, leaving galad and morgase as just 1ish-episode characters in s3, or it could be another s3 subplot if they want to speed things along. there's also a chance galad could already be a whitecloak and is in the two rivers storyline with dain, but i would prefer that not be the case because my opinion is it's important to his character for us to see him start normal and then get radicalized into the whitecloaks. plus, galad has SO little content in the books that the show is absolutely fine to stretch his stuff out a bit, they don't need to rush to have him already be a whitecloak at the start of s3.

*i've also made these theories with bryne being cut, since i have elaida take his place in gawyn's oath-swearing and galad take his place as the big bridge burned by compelled!morgase. i have no idea whether he actually WILL be cut or not (though i'm 99% confident his romance with siuan is off the table even if he's in), but he feels like a character where it's easy to divvy their stuff up among other more important characters. mat and bashere have us covered for Great Generals, thom has us covered as morgase's ex with whom things ended badly, and egwene could get soldiers from another source (or could even have her army simply be aes sedai and warders).

[deedala]

🍃weekly tag wednesday🍃

hello yes do you remember me? shits been crazy but i think i can finally focus for enough consecutive minutes to complete WTW this week!! thank you Kat @mybrainismelted for the game and for tagging me!! + ty @suzy-queued @gallapiech @energievie @lingy910y @catgrassplantdad @spookygingerr @mmmichyyy @thepupperino

Name:  deanna

Location:  not chicago 😔

Age: noel~

You have an unexpected extra day off work or school!  What are you going to do? oohh maybe i can make some gifs!!

What is your favorite way to spend a summer day?  inside somewhere cool and out from under the sun 💀

What is your favorite way to spend a winter day?  uhhmm...also inside and somewhere warm but not too warm cuz i wanna be in fuzzy socks and a sweatshirt and maybe even my fuzzy robe

What do you do to unwind at the end of the day?  go the fuck to bed and read a fic until i pass out

Do you play any sports?  i do not

Other than fanfic, what is your favorite genre to read?  i dont understand the question 🤔 (i guess mainly i've read YA girl protag adventure series books other than fic... oh and some dragon age novels, but is that just official fanfic? 😆)

What is your comfort movie/tv show?  many and it depends on my mood but some of them would beeee... vampire academy, new girl, everybody wants some, shameless, gallavich scenes (its two different vibes okay? lol), bob's burgers, edgar wright movies, star trek voyager, palm springs, okay i gotta stop....

Do you write or draw?  i do like to draw

What other arts or crafts do you do?  uuhhh gifmaking?

Describe your perfect breakfast:  dunkin donuts coffee with french vanilla creamer and oatmilk and an omelette and hash browns (the food part of that happens maybe once a year tho i wish i could live such a life lolol)

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[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you-Chp.16

Pairing: Minchan (brief mention of OT8)

Word Count: 4943

Summary: Chan takes the news better than expected and they end up having a casual date night. The next day Chan has a little surprise for him, making things official for the two of them in private.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, hate comments, date night, they're just stupidly in love, fluffy shit, soft!insecure!minho, soft!protective!chan

Chp.15 | Chp. 17

"Why?" Chan asked, hesitantly.

"Why?" Minho repeated quietly. "Do I have to give you a profound reason so you'll allow me to?" he asked, a little sour.

Chan noticed the tension in his voice and quickly shook his head. "No, of course not. I just…wanted to know, I guess." Minho didn't answer and chewed on his lower lip nervously. "Do you want to tell me?" he added carefully.

"Because I still feel like shit, Chan, that's why," Minho finally said. "I can't just cover that up by playing a happy boyfriend, having amazing sex, and pretending in front of the kids."

Now, it was his turn to remain silent, unsure of how he should react to that. He opened his mouth but closed it again, feeling a little overwhelmed by the revelation. "Is it that bad that you're only pretending to be happy?" he asked hesitantly. Minho let go of his hands with a huff. "Minnie, don't get mad, I'm trying to understand you."

"Well, you're kind of fucking it up. Just forget I said anything," Minho said and tried to scoot away from him, wanting to get away from him. But Chan wrapped his arm around his torso, holding him close. "Chan."

"Don't run from me again. I mean it, I want to understand you. It's just the first time one of you approached me about something like this. I don't know what to say and I’m nervous. So if I seem insensitive, I'm sorry," he told him calmly. Minho groaned frustrated, but leaned his body against him once more. His mind screamed at him to distance himself. His body craved the warmth he’s just got back, after yearning for it for so long. "Please don’t shut me out. Tell me, Min."

"You act like something major has to happen for someone to go to therapy. You thought about ending your life, but backed out because you were scared. You decided not to go to therapy. Not everyone needs a drastic reason to get help," he told him more firmly than he had wanted to.

Chan swallowed hard but reminded himself to stay calm. Minho was on edge and may snap at any moment. "Okay let me put it differently then. I don’t mind if you went to therapy, Min. I know me staying up late and waking you when I finally come to bed annoys you. I wouldn't judge you for going to therapy because I know how much the kids asking where the fucking remote is bothers you. I don't care about the reason. I'd just like to know so I know how to support you."

"It's just a lot of minor things I have to work on. I let all the hate get to me. I feel like a complete fuck-up because my knee is injured and I can't do my job properly. I'm insecure about losing so much weight. I feel like I failed you all by letting myself get to this point and not caring about what it does to others. I'm scared I'll be depressed once you leave because honestly, the time we were fighting was awful. I’ve had you back for a day and I don’t want to lose this small moment of happiness," he rambled on. "I don't trust myself anymore. I lost my confidence on that stage I collapsed on. I feel like I have to function around you and not with you so you won't feel like I'm not good enough..which is totally on me," he continued, tears burning in his eyes. Chan grew very quiet behind him, letting him get his feelings off his chest. "I feel like I fucked up with Felix by showing him how broke I was. I always try to protect him, and yet he’s seen me at my worst. And having sex with him didn’t help. I snapped at Hannie when he asked me to eat after I had been skipping meals for days. I almost gave him a panic attack. I told Hyunjin to fuck off when he tried stopping me from the extra dance practices because of my knee. Seungmin's sassy comments and Changbin fooling around during practice completely pissed me off, and I let them have it afterwards. I completely neglected our baby when he asked for comfort after getting hate online because I was so caught up in my own head…I was awful to all of them, and still, they wrote those sweet letters. Which I feel like I don't deserve..and-."

"Okay, slow down," he said gently as Minho trembled in his arms, tears running down his cheeks. "None of the kids are judging you or have hard feelings about any of this. It was their idea to write the letters and make sure you know they love you no matter what. You saw how excited they were talking to you today and the possibility of visiting. So yes, you deserve every single word of affection they wrote in their letters," Chan told him very gently, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles. "You're right, I don't need you to avoid working with me because I don't do that around you. You're not a fuck-up. You just need some time off to get better before stealing the hearts of everyone at our shows again with those moves of yours."

Minho chuckled sadly and rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up."

Chan smiled and kissed his temple. "I mean it. You'll gain your confidence back soon enough once you can perform properly again. You're working on the weight aspect, and you know every one of us is willing to support you. I don't know what to tell you about the hate because that's something we all suck at dealing with."

"You really do," he nodded. He stopped counting how many times one of the members searched for comfort in him when it all became too much to bear. Minho felt safe to all the members, and he was always there.

"My point is you're not alone, Minho. You never are. I know you want to work on all the little things to function again. But I want you to do it for yourself. You deserve to be happy and comfortable because you want to be. And if therapy is what you need, you should definitely go for it," Chan told him encouragingly. "Maybe we can even search for someone together and make an appointment for you?"

Minho pressed his lips together tightly and swallowed down his tears. He didn't think Chan would take the news with this level of ease and care. "Thank you," he breathed out.

Chan shook his head. "Thank you for telling me," he said, squeezing him lovingly. "We'll get you through this, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded bravely and cuddled up against him.

-

Minho pulled the zipper up on his jacket and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Although he was tired after the bath, they decided to take a walk after dinner. The evening temperature brought chills down his spine, as goosebumps began to creep up due to the cold. He was walking next to Chan, who did his best to walk slowly without making it obvious to others who they were. Of course Minho noticed the attempt, but he thought it was rather sweet. They had spent the evening searching for a therapist who seemed fitting to Minho and had sooner availability for an appointment. Luckily, one of them had an open slot tomorrow morning due to a cancellation.

Chan let Minho take the lead. After all, it was his hometown. He was glad they found someone relatively quickly and hoped Minho would feel comfortable with them. She seemed very kind and professional on the phone, at least. He glanced at Minho as the wind blew his hair in his face. Giggling softly, he took off his beanie and put it on his head, gently brushing a few strands of hair beneath it. "Better?"

Minho felt a lot warmer almost immediately and nodded. "What about you?" he asked and gently fixed Chan's natural curls.

"I'm alright," he assured him with a smile and looked into his eyes, admiring the way they sparkled in the light. "I wish I could kiss you right now," he confessed quietly.

"What?" he giggled, surprised at the sudden outburst.

"You just look so adorable, baby." Chan smiled happily.

Minho blushed and punched his arm softly. "Stop it. You’re making me blush."

"Make me," Chan teased.

"You’re lucky we’re out in public, or I would," he smirked before turning a little to the side, noticing the street they were on. He pointed down the street. "There’s a shop that has really great ice cream a little further down the road if you'd like."

"I thought you were cold?" he giggled.

Minho pouted softly. "But it's so tasty, Channie hyung."

Chan giggled adoringly and rolled his eyes fondly. "Is it far away?" he asked. They've already been walking for a while after all.

"Not that far, no," he told him hopefully, and Chan agreed to take the journey. It was a little further away than Minho had thought, and Chan noticed the subtle limp in his steps before he spoke up. "Channie?" he asked at the pulsing pain radiating and grabbed his arm, lifting up his injured leg to take off some weight for a moment.

"You need to take a break?" he asked, and his boyfriend nodded. Chan looked around, but there wasn't a bench in sight. "I'll carry you the rest of the way. Hop on my back, baby."

"Channie, you really don't have to. We can go back the other direction. There's a bench about five minutes from here," he told him.

"You really wanted some ice cream, so we're getting it," Chan told him and turned around, crouching down a little. "Come on."

Minho playfully rolled his eyes before doing as he said and letting Chan carry him. He exhaled, relieved as the pain slowly subsided, and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Thank you, darling," he said softly.

"Of course, Min," he smiled. As they reached the small store, he let him down carefully. Minho’s face contorted slightly at the pressure back on his knee, but he adjusted to the pressure and stood tall. They went into the shop and to the counter to order their ice cream. Chan paid before lifting him up again and stepping close to the counter so Minho could hold them in his hands.

"Let's go find somewhere we can sit," Minho suggested and tried his ice cream, humming softly. "You want some?" he asked, and Chan nodded. Minho moved Chan's in front of his face, not really seeing what he was doing. Chan laughed as the ice cream met his nose. Minho started giggling and carefully wiped it off with his thumb, licking the ice cream off. "Yours is good as well."

"You could've just told me you wanted to try some instead of shoving it up my nose," Chan teased him. Minho chuckled as he held it up for him again. Chan was finally able to taste his own. "Oh, that's actually pretty good."

"Told you," he smiled, satisfied, and continued eating his own.

A few minutes later, Chan finally found a bench for them to sit and gently placed him down. He sat down next to him and giggled softly at the sight of Minho's hands. Due to holding both ice cream cones, he hadn't been able to keep them from melting. It was slowly dripping down his fingers, and they were surprised that none of it had dripped on their clothes. Chan pulled out a tissue from his pocket and jogged over to a small fountain, making it a little wet. He went back and lovingly cleaned his hands for him before taking his ice cream.

"Thank you, Channie love," he smiled and finished his own.

"You’re welcome, darling. Hey, do you wanna take a selfie and post it?" Chan suggested. "To show everyone you're okay after the incident on stage."

"Right, I haven't been online or anything since then," Minho nodded, agreeing, and took out his phone. After taking off the beanie, he took a few pictures, and they searched for their favorite. "What do I write as a caption?"

"No idea, honestly," Chan said.

"Date night with Channie love," Minho grinned, and Chan groaned softly.

"I wish," he admitted.

Minho gently patted his thigh for a moment. "I know, me too." He zoomed in a little and contorted his face at the dark patches beneath his eyes. "I still look like shit."

"You look tired, Minho, that's all. It's probably good if people see that and don't think we're dramatizing the whole situation," Chan reminded him kindly.

"Fair point," he sighed softly and started to write a caption for the picture they'd picked out. He added a second one of him and Felix at the hospital as well, where Felix hugged him and he smiled into the camera bravely. "Is that enough drama?"

"That's good," Chan laughed at Minho's theatrical sigh. Minho handed him his phone to let him read through it.

Slowly getting better and taking some time off. What better way to start your exile than a visit by the ones who are responsible for it 👀💕

"Always so dramatic," Chan giggled.

"You wanted drama, here you are," he smirked and took his phone back, uploading the post. Only seconds later, his phone lit up with several notifications of likes and comments. Minho unlocked his phone, scrolling through them, and smiled at his fans' sweet messages and encouragement. He leaned closer to Chan, letting him read along as some mentioned what a great leader he was, visiting him. "If they only knew what a visit from you actually meant," Minho smirked, and Chan laughed out loud.

"Came here for comfort, had great sex instead," Chan said, pretending to type a comment, and Minho started laughing.

"Channiee," he shook his head and looked back at the comments. His smile faltered seeing a few more comments rolled in.

You're back already? I was happy hearing I wouldn't have to see your stupid face for a month. Loved seeing you fall like that on stage, I hope it hurt.

Always knew they'd be better off without him. Should've stayed eliminated.

Chan had still been looking at him and frowned softly at the sudden change in his mood. He glanced back at the screen, and his heart sank as Minho didn't have a sassy reply in store but remained quiet. "Minnie…" Chan gently eased his phone out of his hand and blocked those users for him. “They don’t know what you’re going through.”

Minho swallowed down the lump forming in his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Can we go back?" he asked quietly, suddenly feeling sick.

"Wait a second. I'll send their account to our staff so they can keep track of their ID and-"

"Chan, please," Minho shook his head tiredly. "It's just a comment. I don't know how many more will show up. Telling staff won't make a difference. I love you for trying to help, but there's no use in chasing anonymous bullies," he told him quietly and could barely meet his eyes.

Chan handed him back his phone and nodded. "You're probably right…Listen, I know that's probably not what you want to hear right now, but don't focus too much on that one hate comment, okay? You received a lot more sweet and loving comments," he told him gently.

Minho had to smile at Chan, using his own words from a few months ago. "When did you get so smart, huh?"

"I learn fast," Chan smiled kindly. "I think it's time to take your own advice to heart, kitten."

Minho glanced up at him, and his face softened immensely. "I missed that one," he confessed.

"Oh, really?" Chan asked, knowing how much he could make him melt with just that one word.

"Too bad we're in public. It makes me really want to kiss you and snuggle up in your arms," he told him.

"Don't tease," he sighed softly. "Let's go back, I want my kiss," Chan jumped up, deciding to give them a better reason to return to Minho's home. Minho made grabby hands in his direction, and he pulled him up.

A low moan slipped from his lips once he stood, and he let go of Chan's hand, carefully reaching down to check his knee. "Fuck," he breathed out. "I think I really overdid it today."

Chan knew there was no way Minho would be able to walk the 15 minute journey back home. "I'll carry you. And tomorrow, we'll take a shorter route."

"Okay," he nodded and apologized as Chan lifted him up once again. "If you keep doing this, your back will be fucked up by the time my knee is healed."

"You're not that heavy," Chan chuckled. But not even a moment later, he corrected himself. "You never are, you know." He reminded himself about Minho’s insecurity about his weight.

Minho noticed the effort and smiled to himself. "If you say so." About five minutes into their journey, he was starting to feel sleepy and rested his head on his shoulder tiredly. Chan kept on rambling on about something, but Minho couldn't keep his attention on him. All he did was slowly get pulled into a deep sleep as Chan's voice softly reverberated through his body, softly rumbling against his chest.

Chan noticed the quietness and chuckled softly. "Are you tired, kitten?"

"Mhmm," Minho hummed quietly, already having trouble keeping his eyes open. "I think I'm gonna fall asleep."

"That's okay, I know the way back," he assured him and smiled softly as Minho buried his face partly in his neck. Minho planted a tiny kiss on his neck and giggled at Chan's pleased hum. Chan could tell he was asleep as he felt his breathing slow down against his back. He was glad he'd only have to walk for another two minutes as Minho’s body weight became heavier because he was asleep. Once he reached the house, he pressed the doorbell, knowing there was no chance he'd reach the keys in Minho's pocket.

Luckily, Minho’s parents were still up and opened the door. "Is he okay?" his father asked worriedly.

"He's fine. We walked a little too much, so I carried him back since he was in a bit of pain," he told them. "He fell asleep on the way back."

"Oh, did you carry him all the way back?" his mother asked, and Chan nodded. "Make sure to be careful with your back."

"That's what he said too" Chan giggled and carefully let Minho down, quickly turning around. Minho winced softly and slumped against him sleepily. "Shh, it's okay. I'm just taking off your jacket, alright?" he asked, and Minho hummed, letting him proceed. Chan took off the beanie as well and lovingly brushed back his hair before picking him up again, in the front this time.

Minho wrapped his legs and arms around him, burying his face in his neck comfortably, not even noticing his parents watching them.

"Let's get you to bed," Chan said, adjusting his weight slightly. "Hold on tight, okay?"

"Kay," Minho mumbled drowsily and locked his hands together behind his neck as Chan carried him up the stairs.

Chan kept talking to him quietly on the way up, trying to keep him awake long enough to get into bed. Minho chuckled sleepily at something he said and tightened the grip of his arms around his neck.

Minho's mother watched the two as they walked away, hoping that Chan and her son would be figuring things out together from now on. He seemed so much happier with him around. It usually was her son taking care of others. It was good to see someone who looked after him with so much care and consideration. With so much love. Exchanging a look with her husband told her he was having similar thoughts.

Chan sat Minho down at the edge of his bed and kneeled down in front of him, untying his shoes for him. He gently helped him out of his sweater and pulled a shirt of his own over his head, knowing Minho loved stealing his clothes. Once Minho was ready for bed, he made grabby hands in his direction.

"Channie, lovee," he whined cutely, already falling asleep again.

"I'll be there in a moment, baby. I promise," he chuckled and closed the bedroom curtains. He set an alarm for tomorrow morning and slipped into bed. Minho scooted closer to him, pushing his leg between Chan's, and buried his face in his chest. Chan cuddled him close and soothingly massaged his scalp.

Minho suddenly pulled back. "Wait, I promised you a kiss," he said, making Chan giggle and quickly connect their lips.

Chan couldn't help but smile at how slow and lazy the kiss was. "Night, baby," he said softly as he pulled back.

"Night, love," Minho smiled before cuddling into his embrace again.

-

The next day, he had his first therapy session. Originally, Chan was going to pick him up once it was over. But he got a text from Minho telling him to pick him up somewhere around the corner from the building. Chan made his way around the building, and found Minho about a half block away leaning against the wall. A quick glance told him that Minho had been crying, and he looked rather tired. Chan took a pair of sunglasses from his jacket and walked over to him, handing them over to him. "Hey there," he said softly.

"Hey," he smiled tiredly and put them on, thanking him quietly. In case they were surprised by the media trying to take photos, no one could see his teary eyes.

Chan walked closely next to him and didn't quite know where to start. "Do you want to grab something to eat and go back home?"

"No," he shook his head and chewed his lower lip. "I could really use a hug right now."

His face softened, and he opened his arms for him, welcoming him in a warm hug. "Do you want to talk about it?" he offered gently, lovingly rubbing his back.

"It was..a lot. I think I overwhelmed her for a moment, telling her roughly about what was happening in my life. She tried to organize my chaos a little so we can work on everything in the following sessions," Minho explained. "I also told her about us since she isn't allowed to talk to anyone about this. I hope that's okay."

"Of course it is," he nodded.

"She said, judging by my emotional state right now, combined with my knee injury that's taking a toll on me, it'll take a while to work this all out. I can see her once a week though, as long as my schedule allows," he continued.

"We'll make it work, and if it doesn't because we're on tour or something, you can still do it online," Chan assured him. "There'll always be a way to find time."

"I'll tell the others soon so they know, but…what about the staff and fans?" he asked. "I mean, I can't drive back home once a week without anyone noticing."

Chan hummed, agreeing. "I don't think our staff and management will support the idea of telling the fans. But it's your decision, so I wouldn't worry too much about that. We can still ask the others their opinion as well," he suggested, and Minho agreed before pulling back. Chan smiled and gently wiped away a tear from his cheek, handing him a tissue.

"Gosh, I hate this," Minho cursed softly before blowing his nose. "I'm so emotional, it’s embarrassing."

"I think it's adorable," Chan tried to cheer him up.

"Me crying all the time?" he asked, trying to be irritated, but unable to hold it together. "You're not serious. So far, you told me you have a thing for me being mad, and now this?" he giggled. “You’re such a weirdo.”

"Seeing you smile is worth being a weirdo," he said, and Minho gently punched his chest.

He sniffled softly and threw the tissue into a bin nearby. "Fine, let's go and get some cookies."

"Cookies?" he asked, and Minho nodded.

"Just wait and see," he said, walking beside him. They walked in a comfortable silence for a little bit, but then Minho quietly stopped in his tracks. "Channie?" he asked, a little timid.

"Yeah?" he glanced back at him as Minho stopped walking. "What's wrong?"

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked softly. "I'll come up with an excuse, don't worry. I could just use some emotional support." He hadn't quite finished his sentence when Chan was already beside him, taking his hand.

"You can hold my hand whenever you want to, kitten," he promised, and Minho smiled sweetly, intertwining their fingers and continuing their journey. They reached another small store a little later, and Chan let him pick out a few cookies for them.

Once they were back outside, Minho glanced at him. "You know you don't have to pay for everything. I'm not broke," he chuckled.

"You always spoil the kids. Let me spoil you," he grinned. "Should we eat them back at yours?"

"Why the hell do you want to get back so soon? I thought you wanted to see the town," Minho laughed at him and noticed Chan blushing.

"I don't know. I just thought you would want to get some rest," he spoke gently. He nervously glanced away as Minho leaned forward to see his face.

"Channie," he giggled. "Don't lie to me, you suck at it."

"Fine, I have a surprise for you. But I can't show you in public," he groaned.

Minho grabbed a cookie from the bag and took a bite, thinking about it. "It's not like no one has seen your abs before," he teased.

"Not like that, Min," he whined.

"Too bad," he smirked, and Chan blinked at him. "I'm teasing you, relax. I'd like to be able to walk properly again at the end of my break. Taking your dick every moment we’re alone won't help reach that goal...even though I haven't so far."

"You're so naughty sometimes," Chan groaned, a blush creeping up his neck and ears.

"You love it, so stop complaining," he grinned, handing him a cookie. "But okay, let's go back. Now I'm curious."

Chan laughed as Minho took his hand again, pulling him with him. He didn't stop trying to make him laugh all the way back, and Minho seemed a lot better than before. Minho handed him the bag with only a few cookies left and unlocked the door. Chan stepped inside and yelped in surprise as Minho threw the door closed and pushed him against it smoothly. He blinked at him and blushed at his loving gaze. "Hi?"

Minho smirked succeedingly before kissing him passionately. Chan dropped the bag and cupped his face, deepening the kiss. "Thank you for picking me up, love," he said softly before hugging him close and burying his face in his shoulder. “Needed you there.”

"Anytime," he told him and kissed his hair. "Ready for the surprise?" Minho pulled back and nodded excitedly. "It's not much."

"I don't care," he chuckled.

Chan giggled before taking his hands and searching his eyes. "Minho, I love you so much. You have no idea how much you truly mean to me. I'm so happy I got to meet you and get to know you the way I do today. I know things are a little complicated in our situation, and I wish we didn't have to hide it. But I wanted to ask you something," Chan said, lovingly fondling his knuckles with his thumbs. "I’ve wanted to since that dinner I've promised you."

"Go on," he encouraged him shyly, not quite knowing where this was heading. But he loved the way Chan was so nervous, like a little puppy.

"I know we've already kinda talked about this, but I never actually asked you. Do you want to be my secret boyfriend?" he asked with a sweet smile, eyes shimmering suspiciously.

Minho pressed his lips together as his own eyes brimmed with tears as well, and he nodded firmly. "I'd love to, Channie."

"Close your eyes, Minho baby," he said gently, and Minho did as he said. Chan took a small box from his pocket and opened it, taking out a delicate silver ring. He gently put it onto Minho's finger, whose lips parted in surprise. "Open up," he said, and Minho looked down at the ring amazed. "I want you to have this as a reminder that I love you no matter what happens or where I am."

Minho was speechless, he couldn’t believe it. He lunged forward, hugging him tightly. "It's beautiful," he whispered honestly, and Chan squeezed him tight. "I'll wear it proudly."

"If someone asks you about it, you can answer honestly. I don't mind people knowing that you mean the world to me," he told him.

"I love you, Channie," he said softly, kissing his cheek before burying his face in his shoulder.

"I love you too, Min," he answered just as softly. Chan's phone suddenly rang, and he groaned softly, pulling it from his pocket. "It's Changbin."

"Go on," Minho nodded.

Chan took the call and put him on speaker. "Yes?"

"You two lovebirds are all over the news!" he dropped the bomb on them immediately.

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[cleolinda]

Weekend links, June 2, 2024

My posts

My mom was in a car wreck this past week, but she’s okay and it looks like insurance will pay for the massive damage to the back third of her whole-ass car, and it won’t be totaled. Panic-inducing, and my mom’s a little spooked about getting back out on the road, but it’s going to be okay, I think. 

I was going back through my #pride posts to find things to seasonally reblog, and I remembered I’d written this post about Donna Summer and Disco Demolition Night.

Reblogs of interest

Politics: Felonies Georg is the first U.S. president to be convicted of a crime! in court! a lot!

Speaking of birdsrightsactivist, who is featured in that post, it turns out that she is a delightful evolutionary biologist who coined the word “birb.”

Hot Vintage Lady Poll finals: It’s Eartha Kitt vs. Hedy Lamarr. Be advised that it’s a 24-hour flash poll, as the men’s was. Bring it home, Eartha Nation. 

Kick off Pride Month with this massive To Wong Foo post that gets better and better every time someone adds to it.

Hozier Watch 2024: A ethereal white butterfly crashed the Noblesville show, presumably with an urgent message from the Faerie Queen (Florence Welch). 

More from hellenhighwater’s minotaur sculpture trilogy.

An extra hour in the brick pit: yet another scam event in Britain. Although I’m halfway to believing that’s just the Official DashCon Ball Pit LEGO Kit.®

I am truly truly sorry to inflict this on you, but you need to know about Ogtha, an important Reddit saga. Think Snapewives, but Kafka. And then telling your parents about it in the language of her people. 

Rooster Goncharov

How a budgie tells someone to get the fuck out

“Unbelievably huge dragon d[ISCOUNT]”

Calculus Made Easy

Wake up, babe, new cat color dropped

The Velocipastor is so much

Darth Maul, second worst nightmare

I cannot impress upon you enough what a cultural icon Winona Ryder was in the late ’80s.

That said, I now want you to read this in her deadpan Lydia Deetz voice.

“No one’s really buying AI”: I am filled with a very specific kind of joy to hear that teenagers are already calling AI-generated images “boomer art.”

Contemplating this Eurasian red squirrel and his delicious apple for a while is self care. I mean, I sure felt better. 

Video

If you have ever wanted to get in a time machine and go directly back to 1994, IMAGINE A WORLD WHERE TIME DRIFTS SLOWLY

Elephants love making music, and we don’t deserve them

Pallas cats in pumpkins, because Halloween is everyday

The sacred texts

The “Backrooms” image/location from the original 4chan thread has been found. Side note, I keep meaning to post something about Kane Parsons’ new video series, because it’s very different from Backrooms and yet the absolute terror of the liminal is still there. 

While we’re here, would you care for an heirloom dancing Spider-Man?

Personal tag of the week

#pride, since I enjoy posting things for Pride Month, although at the rate we’re going, I and/or my family might be struck by lightning any moment. Here’s hoping my tag flourishes.

[nathanielzalexandria]

You know what?

A big FUCK YOU to all those people who said My Hero Academia/ Boku no Hero Academia was straight and the canon ships will be straight and "of course Izuku and Uraraka are the end game ship and that we should get our "gay fanfic agenda" out of their hero show. (Sorry to the izuocha ship but they aren't ending the journey with cannon status)

The moment I found out that Magne and Tiger was trans i knew there would be gay romance. If the mangaka is okay with outright stating that Tiger is trans in his character description why in the fuck would he not be okay with putting his mc in a homosexual relationship.

And honestly, if Katsuki was a female he would have just been called a tsundere and all those "this is a bad pairing" peeps would mostly ship it. But that's neither here nor there because we aren't talking about the obvious main character ship. (You can hate it but don't pretend this is a crackpot ship fanfiction peeps/girls and gays pulled out of thir arse.

Secondly, Uraraka. While she may have started off "wanting" Izuku but after she meets Toga she starts to question his feelings for him. And nearly every conversation they have is about love and what it means to them. The pasta has been put to boil for so long, why is everyone surprised its bubbling? That the pasta is ready?

Okay, let's say you missed out on the subtext leading up to this story arc. On the official artwork that has them together. It happens but if you are following the manga from chapter 388 the cover has them interlocked with each other and close enough to kiss. The fucking tag is "THE CONCLUSION TO THEIR TALK ON LOVE...". And from around the end of 390 (and before but especially at this point), every chapter is about them, and Toga feeling alone and isolated and Ochaco trying to reach out and talk about love. And even if you did not catch that, this recent chapter has a reporter saying "A girl and her feelings can change the world" blatantly hinting at this outcome.

I'm just saying, that if by "You've got such a lovely smile!" You did not see what was coming there is no helping you. Your bias blinded you because there was nothing to be so shocked about. You should not have been so utterly blindsided by "I want to talk about romance, Himiko-chan!"

And if your argument is, "What about Izuku?" The boy has rejected one and is oblivious to the other. Also, this chapter has Ochaco talking about Toga's smile. Yeah, she calls it lovely but you know what else it's called, genuine and she tells Toga she should never hide her feelings while showing a flashback of Izuku smiling. You know, the guy who bottles up his feelings and pain until it hurts him a la the Vigilante arc? The line is clearly comparing Toga to Izuku and asking her not to be like him.

So take the fucking win Togarakas/togachacos your ship has been validated. It has been canonized for those with willing eyes to see. And if you honestly believe that Izuku and Ochaco are actually getting together in the end, and that "...then I'll give you my blood for the rest of my life!" Isn't akin to, "I love you. Most Ardently.", "I like you... very much. Just as you are." , "In another life, I would have really liked... Just doing laundry... and taxes with you.,", "I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible" and that these words were about Izuku and friendship then this is the biggest cope I've ever seen. You are being obtuse

[mymistakewriting]

Just a little PSA Reminder

Hi, I've noticed an influx of follwers lately (mostly thanks to my SalTommy dynamic headcanon posts, it seems, hello I hope you enjoy your stay on my blog!), and it's officially been long enough since the end of season that I feel comfortable in letting everyone know my stance on things. AKA things aren't calming down and I'm getting so tired.

As a reminder, I am a multishipper, just before anyone tries to step to me with anything. That's on my pinned post, I have been transparent about that since day one of this blog, long before I made that post.

So what I come to talk about is the... toxicity in some parts of the 911 fandom. It's making this fandom a place that I do not want to interact in, which sucks because I have some really fun things that I've been working hard on for months that I used to be excited to share - and I'm rethinking a good half of them because some fans can't act civilized.

So for anyone from the 911 fandom that is following more or who just so happens to stumble across my content, let me make my views VERY clear: I love Buddie. I love BuckTommy. I am here for the characters, for their development and for all of the stories that it's possible to tell through them. What I don't love is seeing people use Buddie as a jumping ground to threaten people, to harass them, and to spread false information about people who just want to enjoy a fan space and share work that they've put time and energy into.

I've been in a lot of toxic fandoms over the course of my life. And I really never thought 911 would be the most toxic one I'd be in.

I love these characters, I love their stories. And I appreciate the actors for all the love they put in. So I'll issue one warning: directed towards me or not, if I see threats or bullying or harassment? Not only am I good friends with my block button, I also will not hesitate to report your ass.

Most of us come to fandom to relax away from problems we're facing in real life. Making our safe space into a warzone is incredible cruel. And that doesn't even mention how people have been treating the actors and writers for the show itself.

I welcome any constructive conversation, always. And you're allowed to dislike a ship or character - but if you dislike it, block the tags and ignore it like a fucking adult, okay? You're not 4 years old anymore, please act like it. Because it's exhausting to wake up to another round of bullshit everyday.

And to any 911 fans that follow me: if you're part of the group that is acting so poorly? Unfollow me. Because if I look through your blogs later and find that sort of behavior, you've got reports and a block coming your way.

I'm just here to share headcanons and meta and write stupid little fics about characters that mean a lot to me. And I'll be damned if I let some bratty teenager fuck that up for me when I'm already struggling.

Thanks.

[alexbutrandomthoughts]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "alexbutrandomthoughts "?

"I was screaming your name through the radio" by ElectricSplatter a must-read for all soukoku fans, this shit is so good i reread it 20 times at least.

It's basically bsd retelling but they're all singers and it's focused on soukoku. Honestly writing is immaculate and i like the way it was told, format wise, like how we jump back in forth from present to past, and overall it has everything you could want from a story. I have this one saved on my phone and i reread my favorite chapters from time to time

"Time Speaks" by SmallMoon333 do not get fooled by that unassuming title, this fic made me physically incapable of reading any other Lawlight fic, bc this one is just too good. It's akin to trying a high quality steak and unable to eat any other meat anymore bc you know how heaven tastes (i obviously read other fics, they're pretty good too, but this one is just my personal favorite especially the characterization is so fucking good it's crazy)

"Electric touch" by bejeweledhaze okay so you know the feeling when you need something very specific, you go to store, and the stars align perfectly so you find that thing, just what you need it, almost feels like custom made. That's this fic.

So when Kaveh fans died (myself included) after that one official art with Kaveh as a mechanic, i just needed to fill the whole in my chest, after saving every single Mechanic Kaveh fanart known to men. I decided check out the tag, but i didn't really expect much, i mean it's been like what? Couple days since the official art was dropped. Sure there is probably couple of fics but not something i would like, right? Bejeweledhaze said "lemme cook" and turns out they were Gordon Ramsey in disguise. One chapter, 33k words of pure and unfiltered masterpiece.

"School watches Assassination Classroom" by TheSteinsGateFormula so I'm a sucker characters react to their show fics. What of it.

Yeah there are not many reaction fics that i like cuz personal preferences. But THISSSSSSSSSSSS ugh so good. And very much in character and i loved from start to finish.

"MSBY4's Lockdown Survival Guide" by mintberries

Okay so this was just good vibes. Social media aus fics for me is what Isekai is for Gigguk (but I'm also isekai trash person, their just fun) and this is ALSO a covid19 au???? With my favorite team????? This appeased my sakuatsu craving soul and it was just dumbasses having fun.

"Duo Heroes, Double Black" by Yellow_Canna

It's bsd&mha crossover and it's beast!soukoku isekai/sorta reincarnation/technically regression do i need to say more

"No Water Is Enough" by Boomchick

Hualian angst, my favorite type of angst. It's sorta memory loss and i knew the suffering would be glorious once Hua Cheng remembered and it did not disappoint

"Pick-Up and Chase" by SKayLanphear was laughing my ass off with this fic. Marinette just constantly flirting with Adrien as herself and as Ladybug was a wild and hilarious ride

"one step at a time" by OuterWilde (foreverraugust)

Honestly, this was just good old slice of life and overall nice fic. I was obsessed with Ace Attorney at the time, and well with all the crazy shit that was happening in the games, this was a nice break from it.

"A Century Between Us" by Dulllull dead ass my favorite jjk fic. It's not finished, not by a long shot but it's so GOOOOD SHIT SLAPS SO HARD and well it's reincarnation fic how can i not love it and written so WELLLLL PLEASE READ THIS IT'S VERY AAAAAAAAAAA-

As for my name, originally i migrated from Twitter cuz fuck Elon, and had another blog which had my name and this was a side blog for me to scream about my hyperfixations, whichever i would have at the time and i ended up using this one more lol. Hence the "random thoughts"

[nickblaine]

season 4 script summaries

previous script summaries: season 3, season 2, season 1, seasons 1/2 cont’d also, check my tht scripts tag for gifs, excerpts, and more details

good news! there are no deleted Nick/Osblaine scenes in season 4. i’ll just be summarizing the subtext that is written into the script and comparing differences to the onscreen version.

before i begin:

• everything described here is from the official scripts that are archived at the Writers Guild in Los Angeles. • the scripts i read are final drafts. there is no “writing in the margins.” everything described here is from dialogue and script direction that was used on set during filming. (you can see an example of what these scripts look like in the 4x07/4x10 links below.) • the library has strict no copies/photos rules in place which is why i can only summarize what i read. • anything in italics is a direct quote for the sake of clarity. • feel free to ask questions and i’ll answer to the best of my ability. my private notes are pretty detailed, but if i need to do more research i may save the answer for a future library visit. • please do not share this post without my permission. thank you in advance for respecting my wishes.

4x01

In prison, Nick is very aware of the Guardian in the room and can’t speak openly because of it. He speaks in code to warn Lawrence that he’s going to be executed and thank him for helping June. This establishes a pattern of Commander Blaine using Gilead code to communicate, as seen in several future scenes.

4x02

When June sees Nick at the farm, she knows immediately that he is there to arrest her.

It’s implied that Nick asking where the Handmaids are is code to June so she knows they are okay. (This is confirmed in the next episode when he does it again.)

June spends a good minute considering shooting the Eyes in a blaze of glory and making this her last stand. Nick “jerks her attention away from the decision” by saying “don’t” and telling her that he’s trying to keep her alive.

The scene ends with June saying “fuck you” before the Eyes swarm her, but this line wasn’t in the final cut.

4x03

In the van, June is “stung by [Nick’s] betrayal.”

Nick can’t speak freely to June because he assumes there are eavesdroppers. He uses code to “pass along news” to her that Mrs. Keyes is safe and the Handmaids are still free. June finds this news a relief.

Nick asks where the Handmaids are and when June doesn’t give him an answer, he actually warns her in a low voice (uncoded) that she isn’t strong enough to take what the Eyes will dish out if she doesn’t turn them in. This wasn’t in the show.

When Nick quotes the bible to her - “June hears this for what it is -- an honest wish for the woman he loves.” But Lydia “breaks the connection.”

Moving onto the Nick and Lawrence scene... I want to be clear, Nick does not expect Hannah to be used against June. This is not present in the script at all. All he asks of Lawrence is to get June to talk before the Eyes kill her, with no expectation of how it’s done. He is only thinking of keeping her alive.

Also, throughout the Nick/Lawrence scene, Lawrence thinks about Eleanor a lot. “Some women just don’t want to be saved” was a direct reference to her. Lawrence compares Nick’s love for June to his love for Eleanor, and is struck by “the simplicity of [Nick’s] wish [to keep June alive.]” But he really believes Nick needs to just let her go, like he had to let go of Eleanor. This is why he refuses to help until Nick threatens him.

Speaking of, Nick’s veiled threats are what makes Lawrence decide to take him a little more seriously.

The scene where Hannah doesn’t recognize June was written to be much shorter than what we saw onscreen. Hannah was actually supposed to be muzzled, and just the sight of her crying through the muzzle is enough to shake June into giving up the Handmaids.

The meeting on the bridge was scripted a little differently than what we see onscreen. Lizzie's directing softened the scene quite a bit.

June is muzzled, and being transferred to the Birthmobile on foot when Nick joins her side, whispering apologies as he walks with her. She ignores him until he says Hannah is safe at home. June stops and starts breaking down crying. Nick reaches out and touches her shoulder, “letting his finger trace the skin of her neck.” June reacts by embracing him. The guards try to pull them apart, but Nick just gives them a look. “He’s a Commander,” so the guards stop and let her go. Nick removes her muzzle and she cries about Hannah being scared of her. There’s a line here that I love, I have to quote in full—

“NICK: She loves you.

June tries to believe this.

NICK: I love you.

This, June believes.”

June then realizes she may never see Nick again and kisses him goodbye. Very little script direction here, it’s simply described as “just one long moment.” Then the guards lead her away.

Also, it says in the script that Alma and Brianna are hit by the train because one of the Handmaids was shot and they both reached back to help her as she was falling, causing them to miss the opening before the train hit. Janine was just dissociating and humming songs to herself the whole time, not as upset as we see her onscreen.

4x04

I just want to note here that the script confirms Janine’s current age is 23. After she changes out of her Handmaid uniform, “she looks like the 23-year-old kid she is.”

4x05

June spends this whole episode irritated at Janine and Stephen’s relationship because she feels like she failed to protect Janine, which is part of a recurring theme of June feeling like a failure throughout this season. Janine has to remind June by the end of the episode that she doesn’t need saving, and June is only trying to do so to make herself feel better.

There is no scripted response to Lawrence’s “would your heart glow” line. So Nick’s laugh was entirely unscripted lol.

The script specifically refers to Lorraine and Reese (the Marthas) as Nick’s “black market contacts.” As we know from s1, Nick has always had a connection to Gilead’s black market.

When Lorraine goes off on Nick about June, she and Reese expect a scolding from him because it’s “a suicidal way for a Martha to talk to a member of the Eyes.” But Nick just apologizes on June’s behalf, surprising them both.

In the show Nick says “I care about her” but in the script it was: “She’s all I care about. In the world.”

The Marthas are “surprised by his vulnerability, but Lorraine stays icy.” Her scripted response was actually supposed to be: “Swipe left. You’re better off without her.”

Reese hangs back and offers help to Nick because, as she says to him, “I loved someone in Gilead once, too.”

In regards to the council meeting - if I’m understanding correctly (because the scripts are kind of vague and more focused on the soapy aspects of the political standoff in this episode) - Lawrence’s goal is to get sanctions lifted, but when the council turns him down he shifts his plan to get on the council himself so he can pursue his reformation goals unopposed. This is why he agreed to bombing the ceasefire that he proposed in the first place.

Not much is said about Nick’s reaction to ordering the bombing, besides the fact that it catches him off guard and he “looks shaken by his orders to bomb June.“

4x06

When Moira confronts June trying to abandon ship and tells her that Luke never gave up on her after all those years, there was a cut part of that line where Moira said: “[Luke’s] a good guy. And he handled it pretty well when you had a baby with another man.“

4x07

Click here to read the full script that is available to the public.

4x09

When Luke suggested they ask Nick for help with Hannah, there’s not too much script direction, but there are a few interesting lines. When she says Nick would do anything for her and Holly, Luke finds that “both hurtful and hopeful.”

June is floored that Luke “is encouraging a meeting with her former lover? It’s incredibly strange. And also enticing.” It also says she had “put her relationship with Nick behind her. Locked it away. Now Luke has opened the door again.”

When she agrees to meet with Nick, Luke is described as “pleased, yet uneasy.”

As June heads off to see Nick, she and Luke are both “on edge.”

There was actually a cut moment between them and Mark before she leaves. After Mark tells her his officers will be nearby, he gives her a panic button FOB to call them if she needs help. This makes Luke freak out a little. He tells June she’s not going unless it’s safe. She doesn’t like that and insists she can take care of herself. Mark explains that while he has used this location for meetings before, he “can’t vouch for the party involved” because - in Mark’s words - “[Nick] does have a history of violence and allegiance to Gilead.” But June shuts both men down with: “He’d never hurt me or Nichole. I vouch for him. Completely.”

Once June is in the car, she exhales. “There’s no facade to put on for Luke, now that she’s alone.” She looks back at Holly and says, “Okay, we’re off. Excited to see your Dad? Yeah?“ then she smiles at Holly and says “me too.”

When she finally sees Nick, “their eyes lock. They’re both tentative. Unsure. It’s amazing to be together again, yet it doesn’t feel real.”

Nick is described as “almost overcome, so happy and relieved to see June alive and healthy.”

When they move inside, Nick tries to help June with the stroller and he’s described as “awkward” lol.

As we see in the episode, June is moved by Nick’s folder of Hannah intel. After this, “her official mission has been accomplished. She can leave. She doesn’t want to.”

The kiss has very little direction, as usual it’s all Max and Lizzie’s chemistry that makes it so good. “They can’t resist. They kiss, with longing and passion.” Then they move apart “both knowing they shouldn’t go any further.”

Nick was supposed to hold Holly “with love and wonder” per the script, but they couldn’t because of Covid protocols. It does say Holly loves her doll, though.

Their goodbye was also much different in the script. June simply buckles Holly up in the car, tells Nick she can’t thank him enough, and “tries to keep it together.” Nick tells her “keep yourself safe, and be happy.” They share a final look before she gets in the car and leaves.

On the drive home, June is just described as “[getting] emotional, but keeps moving on.”

Nick is described as “stoic, but drained by the experience” before he puts his wedding ring on.

When June returns home, Luke is “relieved” that she returned to him. June collects herself and “she has so many more steps to take, but she’s trying her best to move forward.”

4x10

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[zvtara-was-never-canon]

(Trigger Warning: CSA and grooming)

So, umm... Little vent incoming (Feel free to ignore)

About the new netflix series and Zvtara/K@t@@ng discourse (regarding if any of these ships will become canon)

I sincerely hope than neither will become canon and they will just stick to Svkka and maybe M@1ko (correct if I'm wrong and either of the actors is underage when the other is not, in which case I will take back what I said). Acting is acting, I get it, but the age difference between the actors rubs me the wrong way and feels extremely uncomfortable.

That said, seeing some Zvtara fans try and delude themselves into thinking, that their ship might just become canon in the series, citing that there are shows out there that had actors with a much bigger age gap play out romantic scenes feels so... fucking wrong.

Like... just because other shows had it (and even emphasizing that the other shows had a much bigger age gap, as if it would make the netflix one any better) doesn't automatically make it morally correct. Especially when it comes to real fucking people.

This goes not to just Zvtara/K@t@@ng fans, but all other fandoms - please for the love of everything holy, leave the authors/actors out of your shitty shipping wars. It's one thing when it's just fictional characters (still stupid, but, at least, no one is getting hurt), but when it comes to real people please have some respect and decency for these people.

Like, I'm a non-apologetic LoliSho fan. I shipped things that would make 80% of the entire atla/lok fandom pass away from just thinking about it (seriously, this fandom is vanilla af), but I keep things strictly fictional, obviously (was abused myself, lolisho is partially my coping mechanism). Yet still, seeing all of these posts that go "It's okay, zvtara still has a chance to become canon, because the age difference between two actors, despite one of them being underage, isn't that bad compared to these other shows!" make all of the alarms in my head go off. Because, as I've said it before, we're talking about real people here, not fictional characters. If that won't make some of the zvtara fans that are hate-stalking this tag/blog, step back and reconsider everything after reading this - then I have officially lost all hope for this shipping community, because the amount of red flags simply cannot be ignored anymore.

And to be clear - same thing goes towards K@t@@ng, because the age gap would still be creepy to me, but I've only seen this take with zvtarians, which is why I'm writing here.

Yeeaaah, so, that's that! Sorry for the vent/rant, lmao. Hope the trigger warnings were enough...

"Seriously, this fandom is vanilla af" Urgh, I felt that one in my soul. Truer words have never been said.

[theintrovertbean]

Tumblr now officially hates me, so I have to post this again AGAIN. I wonder who's tiddies I have to suck for my posts to show up in the tags.

Sorry for posting everything twice, but that's the only way @yourguyrai can simp for me.

Hello there 👀

I think it's pretty much canon that Nadia has like zero experience with romantic relationships. Not sure about sexual relationships, tho, but MC definitely isn't her first.

I tried to take on a more realistic approach, which means that it's not all sweet and cuddly, but instead, it includes some issues that could happen to anyone. Sexual incompatibility is a dealbreaker for many people, but I think Nadia and MC could make it work due to the wonderful love they share. (But please, correct me if I'm wrong at any point.)

I like this request a lot, and it is very inspiring! Thank you, and I hope you'll enjoy it!

Also, your MC seems very interesting and I'd love to learn more about her! I really wonder how her background would connect her to The Arcana's storyline.

Nadia with an MC who has low libido

Nadia is undeniably horny for MC, but she noticed that their sex drives might not be the same very early into their relationship. Still, she wanted to make sure, so she and MC had a conversation about it.

The Countess is a very understanding woman, and she takes the news calmly. MC's low libido is not a surprise to her. She asks MC if there are any things that she shouldn't do, if there are some things that might make them uncomfortable, etc. They needed to set some boundaries, and Nadia was okay with it. Boundaries are necessary for every relationship anyway.

At first, Nadia struggles a little. She knows that a low libido doesn't mean no sex, but she still feels nervous and frustrated. Nadia would never pressure MC into anything, and she is afraid that MC would agree to have sex only because of her and not because they want it, which would be no fun. The fear of rejection would also generate some anxiety in our favorite Countess, and that's a no no.

Nadia would feel insecure at some point, which led to another conversation. I must emphasize that Nadia is an insecure woman. She is aware of her outer beauty, but inside, she is someone who has gone through a lot. Her first marriage failed, and throughout her entire life, she felt like she was never enough. That does horrible things to a person.

Nadia needs reassurance to make this relationship work. She needs MC to tell her that they love her, they're attracted to her, and that none of this is because of her. Nadia needs to know that she is enough.

They would also have to find other ways to be intimate. Of course, sex isn't the only way, but with a libido as high as Nadia's, it can be very important to some, and that's valid. During the evenings, when they are both free, maybe they could read together or create something artistic.

Cuddles. There would be lots of cuddles and sweet kisses.

Eventually, it is not really that big of a deal for them. Nadia is a busy Countess, and a busy Countess is a tired Countess. Many times, she would be too exhausted to even think about sex, so it is nice that MC would not shake her awake in the middle of the night for a quickie.

If MC initiated having sex once in a while, Nadia would be over the moon. I imagine their sex would be a slow, passionate lovemaking rather than a quick fuck. Nadia would definitely want to savor the moment.

Also, Nadia would masturbate a lot. Even the sight of MC is enough to turn her on, and she would much rather take care of herself than pressure MC into anything. Needless to say, she thinks about MC whenever she touches herself, moaning their name as she comes.

In the end, no matter what happens, there is never any pressure. They'd find a way. I just know it. As long as both Nadia and MC love each other the same way, their relationship will work out.

[umemiyan]

HI DAHLIA!!!

🎟️ & ☔️ for dahlimegs

🪩 & 🥳 wild card/your choice! i can't remember who all is in your harem so i'll let you pick for a couple questions teehee

THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL!!! i love this little game you've created <33

w/ megs

🎟️ – do you go to live entertainment together (concerts, plays, etc.)?

sometimes, yes!!! i'm personally not big on the crowds and loudness of big concerts, but i do enjoy smaller things and outdoor music festivals and such. megumi will tag along if i ask. i also like plays/musicals! he'll go just to keep me company even if the event doesn't particularly catch his interest at first. but we often have similar tastes and he can be open-minded.

☔️ – who carries an umbrella everywhere & who splashes in puddles?

neither of us are puddle splashers really!! and megumi’s basically my personal adhd assistant. ‘don’t forget an umbrella’ and ‘don’t forget your wallet’ etc. etc. so if we’re going somewhere together, he’s the one in charge of the umbrella lest i leave it in the floor of an ihop while talking about the ethics of animal husbandry or some shit as we're leaving

w/ denki

🪩 – who’s the life of the party, and who seeks out the host’s pet to hang out with?

funnily enough, it really depends. my initial instinct is to seek out the family pet, but if i'm comfortable at the function, i can very easily become life of the party. denki is also very life of the party material. when put together, people probably pray that we just chill the fuck out (gotta love a pair of hyperactives). denki actually makes it easier for me to get over my anxiety and have fun in situations!! my social battery is still not as long-lasting as his tho, so i'm more prone to retreating after a while if the overwhelmed feeling starts to hit me.

alright i'm officially jumping on the tanjiro selfshipping train after abstaining for a while so i wanna talk about him for a sec alkjoiwaf

w/ tanjiro

🥳 – who makes a big deal out of every little anniversary?

tanjiro likes to make me feel loved, and he is very successful at it. this guy would be able to fix me fr actually. but anyways!!! early on, he likes to build trust and show me that he does genuinely think and care about me even if it's just via silly little anniversaries. it baffles me, and sometimes i feel bad for not being the one to initiate or act on certain things just because i'm on autopilot "no one cares" assumption mode. but he insists that it's okay and that he doesn't do it because he expects anything return. even if he just gets me a tiny little treat on our 6 month anniversary or something (he's probably the one who remembered it first), it nearly brings me to tears. his warmth makes me want to open up and do extra things for him too!!!

(wow that felt sappy. sorry bro he kinda makes me wanna cry)

selfship asks

[inkandbloodbound]

Mission Gone Wrong

Tony Stark (MCU)/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 944

Contains: slight bodyguard trope, mentions of violence

Tagged: @castle-of-ruin @margofioreore

“I need the restroom,” you demanded, lying. Maybe these goons were dumb enough to let you stand up. The blade strapped to your ankle was inches away from your grasp in the position you were in. Despite their foolishness in kidnapping you, they were decent at restraining a person.

“No,”

You sighed and continued metaphorically licking your wounds. Split skin on your lip stung and the bruise forming on your cheek was swelling nicely. You were also pretty certain you broke a rib if the difficulty breathing was any indication. You put two of their men down in the attack that got you captured but you had caught a few punches. Tony Stark had made you an Ironman suit but your activation bracelet was on your nightstand at home. You could kick yourself forever for taking it off.

You tried a different tactic, “You do realize that you pissed off the Avengers right? Like, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Those guys. They killed a titan, so what do you think they’ll do with you? Do you think they’ll go easy on you? You’re like an ant compared to their actual problems.”

The man across from you sneered, “If we are ants, then they won’t miss you much.”

You scoffed, but he had hit you right where it hurt. You didn’t have fancy abilities like Cap or Wanda, or even the super skill like Natasha. You were a SHIELD agent and painfully human. You and Tony were exclusive but you weren’t an official couple. He had never asked you to be his girlfriend despite all the time you spent together. You loved him with your whole heart but you hadn’t told him. And with the way things were going here, you suddenly weren’t even sure you’d get the chance to.

Then, another man burst into the room. You could hear faint yelling from somewhere across their hideout. He panted, “We’re under attack! Lots of robots!”

“Robots?” the man who had been watching over you jumped to his feet. They fled the room and slammed the door shut behind them.

“You couldn’t even come yourself,” you sighed, your heart feeling heavy in your chest despite the relief of being rescued.

The wait was excruciating. You could hear signs of fighting carry on for what felt like hours. You weren’t sure if Tony had ever lost a battle before and found yourself hoping that you didn’t find out today.

“Y/N!”

“Tony! I’m in here!” you yelled, eyes welling up as your joy grew even stronger. He came. He really showed up to save you.

The door was blasted off its hinges and the famous red and gold suit waltzed in. The helmet lifted and Tony rushed to your side. He blasted the chains apart and pulled you to your feet.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay?” he said in a rush, sliding the bangle he made for you over your wrist. He then placed a shiny-looking necklace around your head. No doubt it was another piece of a suit.

“I’m okay, just a bit banged up,” you nodded and winced. You clutched your side with your free hand. He noticed and frowned.

“I told you to never take this off,” he scolded as he led you both from the room.

“I know,”

“You could have been killed, Y/N,” he continued as he scanned the hall.

“I know, Tony,”

“And you-”

You cut him off, “Tony, please, I just want to go home. I know I fucked up, okay? I get it.”

He sighed but relented. The two of you escaped the compound in silence.

“I’m going to carry you, alright? It’s faster,” he stated before scooping you easily off the ground.

You didn’t get a chance to marvel at how strong the suit made him before the pair of you were suddenly airborne. You pressed the button on your new necklace and a helmet grew around your head. A soft mechanical click confirmed its closure around your head.

Finally feeling safe, your exhaustion won over and you passed into unconsciousness in Tony’s arms.

***

You woke to Tony arguing with the nurse, “But are you sure? They could have injected her with something or-”

“Mr. Stark, Y/N is fine. These were very amateur men who got lucky. All they did was rough her up a bit. She probably got most of those injuries in fighting back when they grabbed her. Besides, she had the Avengers rescue her,” she assured him.

“It was just me,”

“Well, she’s in good hands, sir,” the nurse said and left.

It was just Tony? you thought. You recalled the bodies you had seen on your way out of the compound. Did Tony fight them all off just to get to you?

You opened your eyes, “Hey.”

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” he asked, raising a glass of water with a straw to your lips. He looked like he hadn’t slept, which was most likely true.

“Sore, but I’ll live,” you answered and then took a drink. 

“The cuff has GPS in it, so I really need you to keep it on. Okay?”

You wanted to be annoyed at his insistence, but you felt warmed by his concern. You nodded, “I will. I just took it off to go to sleep, Tony.”

“But-”

“I don’t know what else I can tell you. I made one mistake and I already paid for it,”

He gave in, “I love you, Y/N, okay? I was scared shitless when I got to bed and you were gone.”

“I love you, too, you idiot,” you broke into a grin and pulled him in for a kiss.

[ilovemybarricadebabies]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Here’s my take on the Les Mis official posts about the queen’s death

WHY ARE YOU ALL SURPRISED??? They posted when the UK celebrated the Jubilee. They posted about the wedding of Harry and Meghan. They literally performed a concert at Windsor Castle for the Queen years ago!!!! They’ve posted, and done things, in support of the monarchy many times.

Like WTF were you expecting when the show is produced by grumpy, white, old, monarchy-loving British men???? Those men DO NOT CARE that the whole point of Les Mis was being anti-monarchist. Because at the end of the day, they only care about the MONEY that will line their pockets, which is exactly what the Jubilee and the wedding brought them. Money from the thousands of tourists and UK natives who were in the city those two weekends.

These people DO NOT CARE about Victor Hugo’s message when he wrote the book. They do not care about the people that died 190 years ago in attempt to make their country a better place. Just like they don’t care about the thousands of people who have suffered under the British Monarchy’s rule. These people DO NOT CARE because they are greedy MFers, who just want to have more money.

I mean, are we forgetting that this same producer literally called casting trans people in shows a fucking gimmick??? Or closed the original production in favor of the 25th because it would save him money??? Like it’s been proven time and time again that Cam Mack is an asshole, who doesn’t care about anyone other than himself and is more concerned about how he can earn himself more money.

Like yes, call them out on the posts. Remind them what the show is about. But if you don’t think it won’t happen again during Charles’s coronation or even after that, think again because it will.

67 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#4

“Happy” Barricade Day, everyone!!! 🇫🇷🚩🇫🇷🚩🇫🇷🚩🇫🇷🚩🇫🇷🚩🇫🇷🚩🇫🇷🚩🇫🇷🚩

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84 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#3

Since we are a little less than a month out from Barricade Day, and I know that lots of people are already working on their fics, fanart, fan edits, and everything in between.

I just wanted to send out this little reminder to the people who aren’t necessarily interested or don’t really have time to create something. Please do not feel pressured into creating fanfic, fanart, fan edits, whatever for Barricade Day. If you feel most comfortable just liking, reblogging/reposting other people’s posts, that’s okay. You can participate in this fandom on those days anyway that you want to.

89 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#2

I knew it was coming, especially since they started teasing a big cast change in January/February, and I tried to prepare myself for it, but no preparation was enough for how sad and painful this was/is going to be. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

98 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It’s that time again…

It’s June 1st (where I live) meaning General Lamarque died on this day and there’s only four days to go until we all hold hands (😉😉) and cry together over our beloved boys! Can’t wait to join in the sadness!

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135 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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