#permanent ^.^ vs resting bitch face

[sonic-rebellion-official]

beepo alert

[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 1

Propaganda:

Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines:

lab "partners" who broke the laws of physics and nature together but it went horribly wrong and one of them got stranded in alternate dimensions and the other wiped his memory so hard he went mad. 30 years later and they were finally able to reunite during the apocalypse. even though both had changed so much they wanted to forgive each other and move forwards

if fiddauthor isn't real then why is there only one bed in the bunker. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they go stargazing and talk about wanting to start a family. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "my partner" and "my fiddleford". if fiddauthor isn't real then why does fiddleford subconsciously hang out around the shack decades after he stopped living there. if fiddauthor isn't real then why does ford have dreams about him every night. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford leave his son and his failing/failed marriage to go live alone in an isolated cottage in the woods with his best friend from college. if fiddauthor isn't real then why is ford's ideal world one where he gets to work with fiddleford for the rest of time. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "life would be a nightmare without them" and "it's the most meaningful thing in the world". if fiddauthor isn't real then why did alex hirsch change that one scene in the book to sound less gay. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did fiddleford make his laptop password ford's name. if fiddauthor isn't real then why did they hold hands while hugging. if fiddauthor isn't real then why "i could have sworn that as he joyfully played, i could see the age lift off his face, and see the fiddleford who had been my friend so many years ago". IF FIDDAUTHOR ISN'T REAL THEN WHY DID FORD'S MORE HONEST RETELLING OF THE PORTAL SCENE FEATURE HIM GENTLY CRADLING FIDDLEFORD IN HIS ARMS

Xehanort/Eraqus:

they had a divorce scene where xehanort blasted eraqus in the face with no remorse which permanently left a scar and in the novels when he sees xehanort again (who is literally lying and manipulating him in the given scene) eraqus like. tenderly and lovingly smiles and touches his scar like WHAT

First of all. Eraqus is going gray but doesn’t look insanely old but as proof of age I’d like to say that he’s very close to Xehanort in age in Dark Road, the prequel in which they are teenagers, and Xehanort in the main time frame is extremely visibly old and was included in Retirement Home Rumble so Eraqus probably just aged extremely well. They’re trauma bonded through all their friends getting brutally murdered back when they were teens and the two of them were the only survivors (Dark Road was MESSED UP). I’m not sure if they entirely qualify only because they’re like the super divorced elder gays here but they’re definitely old men and definitely yaoi (noncanon but their end in KH3 was so so gay) so I’m submitting them anyway. Anyways the plot of Birth By Sleep was a weird divorce struggle between these two estranged lovers in which Xehanort manipulates Eraqus’ kids in a weird darkness plot because he went evil mode without his husband around to stop him. They have a decent amount of material being gay as their younger selves but that’s not what’s important here WHAT’S IMPORTANT HERE IS THE END OF KH3 when Xehanort’s evil plans were almost finished and then Eraqus appeared out of his basically-son Terra’s hair as a ghost. And talked it out like some kind of mid-battle relationship counseling. Then they put their arms around each other and Xehanort accepted defeat/death/whatever and they just??? faded into sparkles??? smiling at each other??? after like 11 games of buildup to this final battle??? They’re so Divorced Old Men Yaoi your honor

I hate these bitches but nobody does old man yaoi divorce like them. Inseparable "pals" until the tragedy happened, eventually sending them on two separate paths. Eraqus worried that xehanort would fall to darkness, refusing to see that he already had. Xehanort pushed all his feelings away, trying to see eraqus only as a tool for his goals. Xehanort literally stabbed eraqus in the back, killing him. Eraqus forgives him.

in birth by sleep eraqus is voiced by mark hamill and xehanort is voiced by leonard nimoy so in a way their friendship turned enemyship turned always still cared abt each other represents the love/hate relationship between star wars and star trek fans

they’ve been best friends since they were young, Eraqus just pointedly ignores how blatantly evil and DarkTM Xehanort is and then Xehanort murders Eraqus, then later they just casually move on to the afterlife together??? listen I want to shred Xehanort apart with my teeth but these old men are so incredibly gay for each other it’s insane so I HAVE to submit them

[plounce]

thinking about yshtola (i am nearing the end of 5.0 so these are incomplete thoughts) and it’s like... ok imo there are two main character traits for her: seeking knowledge and being a mean blunt bitch. the first i think lends more toward “what is yshtola doing here now in the plot” activity which is important for  a character. the second is what im thinking more about because it’s almost entirely flavorful for her. i think that her being blunt in that way matches well with matoya’s own stubborn pursuit of doing her own thing and yshtola spent a large portion of her youth with matoya, who was stubbornly apart from the rest of the sharlayan elite and made no secret of her disdain for them! so i think being at least partially raised with that gave her a certain tendency for avoiding centralized authorities - see how she leaves sharlayan for eorzea, see how she goes to the rak’tika greatwood and away from the exarch (who she is suspicious of). it doesn’t matter if somebody’s A Good Guy: she is willing to doubt anything to ascertain the truth of it. she’s stubborn but she’s also very humble, because she’ll also doubt her own understanding or previous knowledge (but not to an extent that she’d be gullible - she’ll invite emet-selch to share information, but she still doesn’t trust him as far as she can throw him).

she doesn’t like tricksy machinations and doesn’t engage in them herself and will tell you that right to your face. she says “urianger what the FUCK are you lying about this time” “thancred get your STUPID ASS head on straight” “emet-selch say something USEFUL or shut the FUCK up” “sharlayan you are full of BITCHES and COWARDS” and it is just great every time. she has love for her companions (excluding mr squelch obv) but that love does not hold her back or preclude her from demanding better of them.

she’s not a rude person. she is very kind and has a solid heart in her chest and a great head on her shoulder. she is blunt. (urianger’s a really great foil to her as another scholarly character but as opposed to her, he will circle around something and keep things to himself and try to get everything to work out for the best without sharing anything. meanwhile she will say “alright here’s what i think needs to be done and i’m going to do it. and if i can’t, i need you to.” he’s kind of an enabler; she calls people out. passive vs active. healer vs caster dps.)

and that bluntness lends itself to her choosing to be really reckless! girls will jump into a bottomless pit to save a community of civilians and then do a really insanely risky spell, one that she has already permanently disabled herself (and thancred!) doing, rather than resigning herself to dying, because she will do everything in her power to move herself and the cause forward. she thinks things through, but she thinks fast, because she’s smart and decisive. she is reckless but not rash. and she will throw herself into danger if it’s the best thing to do to help save the day - in the english translation, using her aethervision drains her vitality, but she’s gotta do it to keep others alive and to save the world. it’s a sacrifice she’s choosing to make, even if her loved ones would rather she not do that to herself, please. but that’s a value judgment she’s making, and you probably couldn’t win the argument against her. she’s not infallible, but she’s usually right. she is the sort of person who is full of hope that can be more accurately described as stubbornness. she knows her loved ones for who their best self can be and she demands that of them - which can make her a great character to have around for other characters as well.

there’s also another secondary aspect to this that is kind of more depressing lmao but it is evident that in eorzea miqo’te women are often sexually objectified by the game and by characters within the world, so another reason she might have to have such high + spiky walls up is to like. deal with that. her more suggestive lines of dialogue are about her having sexual control (the lines about having you “over her knee” or putting you on a leash, for example). after the stormblood expac magnai fight:

she’s got it handled, but it does also suck that this is something she has needed to learn how to handle! 

and those are my current #catgirlthoughts

[anyoneseenadam]

Home: Chapter Seven

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing, 

word count: 3.9k

a/n: I’m entirely writing this to distract myself from the real world but honesty I’m having a great time, I think there will be one more chapter after this one and maybe an epilogue but asides from that, also feel free to message or ask if you want to be tagged :)) anyway enjoy and pls comment and shiz :)

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Azriel had once joked that you were like an actual flower, needing water and sunlight to use your powers. At the time you had laughed but now as you stood in front of the mirror, wiping the tears from under your eyes, and preparing to walk into the world of all things dead, you understood. The dress you wore was one of the few fancy ones you reserved for the dinners you were often dragged to before your fall. It was lavender, with tulle cascading down your legs from the waist, paired with a tight corset top and tulle off-the-shoulder sleeves. As you sat with a ‘humph’ and started applying your makeup, your stepbrother walked in.

“Well you look cheery,” Nico said, sitting on your bed.

“I look like an evil power puff girl,”

“You look like you are a princess, which you are so my dad is going to be pleased.”

“I really don’t care what he thinks,” you snapped, and Nico help up his hands. He was wearing all black as usual, simple dress pants and a loose black shirt tucked in, his belt matched his rings, and his dark hair and even darker eye bags made him look every bit the Underworld prince. “Sorry, I’m not mad at you,” you said turning back around to carry on with your makeup.

“I know, it’s stressful for you,” he moved to sit next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and you applied eyeliner.

“I don’t wanna get sick again, I have things to do. Plus I’ve got to convince your dad to let me ask for this favour. I just feel like it’s all going to go to shit.”

“I get it, you’ll be fine though. Also I’m pretty sure your mum is going to do anything for you if it means you’ll speak to her again, so she’ll be on your side at least. That’s three vs one.” He nudged you as you put down the eyeliner.

“That’s true.” You bit the inside of your lip and Nico, sensing your worry, changed topic.

“Tell me about Azriel,” He said, and you caught his eye in the mirror.

“Huh?”

“Well I gotta make sure that when you become his problem it will be permanent, I don’t want you coming back,” he joked.

“Fuck you,” you laughed shoving his shoulder and he giggled, rolling onto his back.

“I don’t want to do thisssss,” Nico said in a sing-song voice lying flat on the floor.

“Me neither but I’m not going in alone bitch,” you laughed, starting to feel slightly better. It was moments like this that made you regret pushing your friends away, the thought of seeing them was always scary but when you were with your brother again you remembered why you loved them so much. You assessed your outfit in the mirror and sighed.

“What?” Nico asked, sitting back up.

“This would look really nice with a dark red lip,” you said, biting your lip.

“Do you have one?” he asked, and you nodded. He was quiet for a second before reaching out and ruffling through your makeup, finding your favourite red lipstick. “Do you wanna try?”

“Yeah, but if I cry it’ll mess up my eyeliner.” You said with a shaky laugh. He laughed quietly handing you the lipstick and you looked at him in the mirror, taking in a shuddering breath. You were stronger than this and you could handle it. You closed your eyes for a minute, counting your breaths, before opening the lipstick.

Once it was applied you lifted your chin, staring down the girl in the mirror. Nico grabbed your hand softly and you tore your eyes away, standing and pulling on your shoes.

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

--

Azriel was in a shit mood. He was 90% sure that you had cast some sort of spell on him when he was with you, something that made him happy and relaxed, because now that you weren’t here he pretty much wanted to throttle everyone.

Amren had been helping him look for a way to get back to you. The first thing they had tried was winnowing, he pictured your face; your smile, the way your hands felt in his, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t reach you. So they had been scanning books since then, reading up on every theory and myth. Nesta had brought him to speak to Gwyn who had told him about the theory that there could be up to at least 20 other worlds. Amren had also made him talk through every detail about this world he could remember, writing diligent notes as Cassian gave him weird looks when he spoke about Bucky Barnes.

“He’s a character, it’s a simple concept.”

“Yeah but how do you get an emotional connection to a character?”

“Shut up both of you.”

The pain in his chest was only growing as well, and he came to the daunting realisation that if he failed this; if he couldn’t get back to you, or get you back to him, he would probably have to deal with it for the rest of his long, long life.

He felt bad for taking his frustrations out on his family who were just worried about him, but he had never felt this way before. All he could think of was the way your eyes cleared when the realisation dawned on you. The way you had gone from sobs to a different, all-consuming kind of pain, just for a second, your eyes clearing as you realised you might never see him again. He hated himself for not being strong enough to put up a fight, he knew he wasn’t a match for a god, but he should’ve tried, he was too shocked at the time, too heartbroken, but now he was terrified that you might think he gave up on you. He had to get back to you, he was afraid what you might do if you were alone again. If you were alone after having the bond dangled in front of you, only to have it ripped away moments later.

It was almost 3am and everyone else in the house had gone to bed, but Azriel didn’t sleep well normally, and he especially wouldn’t while he was apart from you. He looked up from his book when he heard someone clear their throat, his head whipped up an incredulous smile gracing his features when he saw you sitting there.

“Baby,” he started moving forward but you held your hand up, stopping him.

“Oh that’s just too sweet, you kids are giving me so much content,” you dabbed at your eyes, and Azriel frowned.

“(y/n)? what’s going on?”

“Oh I’m not (y/n) sweetie, but that’s just adorable. My name is Aphrodite, Goddess of love and beauty, I often appear as whoever you find most beautiful.” Azriel’s heart dropped, the brief happiness he felt seeing your face gone as the lady spoke.

“Aphrodite? Hermes mentioned you.” He said, tensing as he realised he was dealing with another god. “In fact he said it was your fault this all happened.”

“Oh Hermes, always blaming someone else. You should be thanking me.”

“And why would I do that.” Azriel knew the look on his face was deadly, but something about seeing a god cower under his gaze was feeding his ego.

“Haven’t you worked out why you can’t travel back to her.” She raised her eyebrows at him, her expressions may be on your face, but as he paid more attention she seemed like a completely different person. “I have the power to move through world’s, you do not. I just thought that poor, sweet girl had been through enough that she should get to meet her soulmate. I waited for you after your mission and then just made you forget and let the two of you fall in love naturally, I mean I get teary eyed thinking about it, you’re just too cute!”

Azriel’s shoulders relaxed slightly, “So why are you here? Are you going to bring her to me?”

“Hmm I could, but I’d get in so much trouble, plus she’s very smart and I want to see if her plan works. You people are so very entertaining.” Her face rippled for a second as she turned, and she briefly looked like Mor, then Elain, then back to you. “But you, poor boy,” He chose to ignore the condescending tone, “You were dealt a very bad hand love wise, so maybe if she doesn’t succeed I could pull a few strings, but I do have a holiday planned so it may be a few decades.”

Her laugh made him feel sick and he glared at her, “What did you say about her plan?”

“Oh yes! She’s going down to the underworld to try find a solution,” Aphrodite was moving around the room gracefully as Azriel sat back down, the weight of Aphrodite’s easy words hitting him. She picked up one of the books laying on the desk and made an unimpressed noise, throwing it back down carelessly.

“That’s where the dead go right?” he asked, silently praying he was wrong,

“Yup! Don’t worry though, her mother lives there too,” she said ‘mother’ with a slight snarl, but Azriel ignored her. “You know I get why she likes you, you’re very pretty aren’t you?” She walked over to him, swaying your hips and he had to remind himself it wasn’t you as she sat down in his lap, forcing his hands to stay clenched at his side. She ran your hand along his jaw, tilting her head with a smile as she stroked his face. Her thumb rested on his bottom lip as he glared at her with murderous rage, trying to reel it in as he remembered she was possibly the only one that could help him.

“Well I guess I better go,” She sighed dramatically then pressed a perfectly polished gold coin into his hand, “Flip this if you need me, emergencies and sex only.” She winked at him, before kissing his cheek and standing, waving seductively before vanishing. Azriel sat for a few minutes, reeling from the interaction he just had. Is this the world I’ve entered now? Gods who can do whatever they want? He wondered if that’s why you avoided talking about the Gods, if maybe growing up with this had made you bitter to them. He wanted to ask you and talk to you about it, or anything for that matter but instead he just pocketed the coin and stood, winnowing to his room, and collapsing on his bed.

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“Sweetie, you look beautiful,” Your mother cried out as you and Nico arrived, you were leaning heavily on his arm, while surrounded by death, the coldness of a lifeless place seeped into your bones and weakened you, you had learnt as much the first time you visited. You gave your mother a tight-lipped smile and hugged her awkwardly.

“Oh I missed you so much dear,” she stroked your hair, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“You could’ve visited.” It was hard to keep the bitterness out of your voice, after all you had gone through and she hadn’t visited once. A look of shock passed over her face but before she could reply Hades thundered in, his usual outfit, ‘the robes of death and despair’ as you fondly called them, were replaced by a dark suit, his hair slicked back from his face. He came to Persephone’s side and rested a hand around her waist pulling her in slightly, and despite yourself you felt a little jealous of their closeness as your mother looked up at him with doe eyes.

“Nico, my son, how are you?” Hades deep voice silenced the room, the very air seeming to stand still, and Nico flushed red as he was put on the spot. The four of you exchanged pleasantries as you made your way to the ridiculously long table, Hades sat at the head on one side, Persephone on the other, with Nico and you facing each other in the centre. The wood was dark, but the table was covered in all sorts of colourful food and you all helped yourselves while making small talk, only managing to hear your parents due to the eery silence of the room, dead guards not needing to make any noise.

After the first few courses and once you had consumed enough white wine to gain some courage you turned to face your mother.

“Mum, I think I need a favour if that’s okay?” you asked with great caution, extremely aware of the powerful forces surrounding you.

“Well that depends dear. What is it?”

“After the battle and the… fall, I never got my reward remember, I instead asked to be able to come get it when I needed it.”

“Yes of course, I thought that was very smart!” your mother spoke cheerfully but you could feel Hades’ gaze on your back, burning through your skin and bones to the very essence of your soul. “Let me guess, you need it now?”

“If that’s okay, some things have changed recently and I now know what I need,” you smiled at her, “I met a man, well actually he’s a faerie. Aphrodite wanted us to meet because we’re soulmates and after my fall she thought I deserved to see him, but since he’s from another world he had to go back, and we can’t be together.” You wiped away a few stray tears you forced out; this was your game. Your mother didn’t visit you often so she had never seen this side of you, the side that could manipulate even a god into giving you what you wanted. “So I thought, maybe for my reward I could become Fae and be permitted to live with Azriel in his world, and maybe come and visit my friends occasionally?”

“Oh that sounds lovely dear! That’s so alike me, I had to beg my mother and even then she didn’t let me stay here,” your mother rattled on and you smiled at her, but your shoulders were still tense as you knew you hadn’t won yet. You turned to where Hades sat, rubbing his temples.

“I get it. I do. But I really don’t think my brother would allow that, it’s too much.”

“Too much?” you asked, a bitter laugh escaping.

“I understand you went through a lot,”

“Do you?” you couldn’t stop the biting words, “Because the last I checked you both sat and did nothing while I was tortured down there. You could’ve done something, but you didn’t, you made a choice not to, and now I ask for ONE thing, and it’s too much?” Hades’ glare was murderous, but you weren’t going to back down.

“I mean if you really think about it, I’ll be out of your hair if you agree. One less demi-god always seems to be a win for you guys.” Nico said your name in warning, but you slowly stood. “I am not asking for much, I am asking to be allowed to live a life with the man I love and after all I have been through, fighting YOUR battles, I think it’s the least I deserve.”

You held Hades’ gaze for a few more seconds until he spoke. “Are you sure your not a child of Nyx?” he asked, and you grinned, cocking your head to the side.

“Why would that be?”

“You have a pure evil streak in you girl and uncharted power. You better learn to control it, before someone catches on.”

“We won’t have a problem I’m presuming?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said gruffly, going back to his meal and you relaxed, moving to hug your mother goodbye, whispering thanks to her, before linking arms with Nico and leaving.

--

The next day you awoke to a golden invitation to Olympus, and you smiled, soon. You’d be with him soon.

--

Olympus looked much nicer since Annabeth had gotten involved. You may have been biased but it seemed to hold a sense of home it never had before, the clinical cleanliness now feeling purer and more loving. The throne room however had remained much the same.

You stood alone in the middle surrounded by the arc of thrones, but you refused to take your eyes of Zeus. You had received a wink from Apollo and a smile from Aphrodite as you walked in but beside that it had been eye contact for at least five minutes. You knew better to speak before you were spoken to but the way they surrounded you and stared down on you was bringing up bad memories and you were really fighting a panic attack.

Seemingly sensing this Apollo cleared his throat, “Perhaps we should start father?” While you were grateful a part of you hated how well the flirtatious god knew you, he was the first to tend to your wounds when you first escaped, healing them enough so you wouldn’t die from blood loss but not enough for anyone to suggest he was picking favourites. His warm hands had provided a sense of comfort you thought you had lost entirely.

Zeus nodded slowly, a letter appearing in his hand, “So these are your terms? Transformation into high Fae, permission to live in a new world with visits back to this one twice a year?” you presumed Hades, or your mother had written the letter, neither of them present currently. You nodded clearly, not entirely trusting your voice.

“I guess it’s only fair, but a full transformation will hurt,”

“I’m sure I can take it.” you lifted your chin, holding your shaking hands tightly in an attempt to conceal them.

Zeus laughed, not taking his eyes of you, “I’m sure you can. Does anyone have any major oppositions?”

Aphrodite raised her hand, “I’d like to add that during her transformation, her womb changes shape so she may birth Illyrian children.” You shot her a grateful look, still not entirely sure why she was suddenly so invested in ensuring your happiness, but you wouldn’t complain.

Hera was the next to speak and you fought the urge to roll your eyes, “Why is she getting special treatment again? What did she do that was so different?”

“She was tortured for days!” Athena exclaimed,

“So?” Ares now.

“She was a child, it was brutal.” Apollo jumped to your aid and soon the chamber was filled with shouting voices as they argued over your fate.

“SILENCE.” Zeus quieted the room instantly and every eye turned to him, but he remained focused on you, “Well then? Answer the question girl, what makes you so special?”

You thought for a second before answering, “I don’t consider it special treatment. After the battles I’ve fought and the pain I’ve endured to help your causes, I’d consider it a form of retirement.” You kept Zeus’ gaze and let a streak of the evil Hades had warned you off show, smiling when his smug smile disappeared. He waved his hand, “Very well then, High Fae with altered womb and permission to live in their world and visit our occasionally, that is all?”

You nodded and he assessed you before holding out his hand, his gaze darkening. You furrowed your eyebrows as your limbs started to tingle before pain took over your entire body.

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You had felt pain so many times before, pain that left more than just physical trauma, but this was different. You felt as if your blood had become fire and every bone was breaking as new ones reformed. You didn’t have any sense of time or place, all you could feel was pain. At one point you thought it was over only to open your eyes, feeling impossibly soft sheets beneath you, and see Apollo hovering over you, sweat dripping from his brow as he took some of the pain away, even for just a moment.

When you finally awoke you were on the ground. You stood up quickly, almost knocking yourself over as your movement were much faster than usual. You were outside a glowing city, it didn’t have skyscrapers like New York, but it was so comforting to look at you felt yourself being drawn in. As you crossed the border however, a beautiful man with dark hair appeared, his eyes narrowing.

“Who are you and why are you trying to get in here?” A shot of fear went through you as you felt his magic, it was thick in the air and powerful.

“I’m not going to hurt anyone, I’m just looking for someone,” you explained, swallowing down the lump in your throat. The handsome man’s gaze turned vacant before softening after a moment.

“I apologise, I’m Rhysand. Let me help you find whoever it is, what’s their name?”

“That’s okay, really. His name is Azriel, but I don’t think he’s expecting me.” Rhysand stopped, his head turning towards you, “what is it?” you asked.

“(y/n)?”

“How do you know my name?” you stepped back but he held out his hands,

“No, no I’m Az’s brother, let me take you to him.” he grabbed your arm softly and suddenly you were standing in a warm room facing Azriel. You felt tears fill your eyes as you stared at him, he uttered your name in question and you nodded running into his arms, completely engulfed by his scent, tears of joy running down your face when you suddenly realised something, pulling away.

“Did you say brother?” you turned to Rhysand, feeling all the plants in the air respond to your calls, when Azriel tugged you back to him.

“Not biological don’t worry.” He whispered and Rhysand laughed.

“I like her.”

“Hmm I was two seconds away from castrating you,” His eyes widened slightly and you laughed, turning back to Azriel as he looked over you.

“How- you, you’re Fae?” His eyes were filled with worry again, afraid he was being tricked.

“I never got my reward remember, I knew I would need it in the future,” you smiled at him as he cupped your face and leaned down to kiss you. You pulled apart, Azriel growling when you heard catcalls, turning, and seeing the room had practically filled. A shot of fear went through you as your eyes landed on another man who had red siphons, and Azriel followed your gaze, a hand stroking your face in reassurance.

“So this must be (y/n), welcome to our home, I’m Feyre,” A beautiful woman stepped forward and clasped your hand in hers, which you noted were stained from paint. Everyone else soon made introductions and they urged you to sit as you found out about this makeshift family Azriel was in.

“Oh! That’ll be Nyx, I’ll go,” Feyre said when a baby started crying in the distance,

“Wait what did she say the babies name was?” You asked, holding in a laugh.

“Nyx?” Rhys said,

“Oh, course, cool cool cool,”

“What?” Azriel asked, looking at you strangely.

“I’ve kind of met her,”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, she’s like the evilest deity there is, and she did not like me,” Rhysand stared at you with a look of shock on his face, but before anyone said anything else, Amren was laughing loudly.

“You must tell me all about these Gods girl.”

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tags: @tastedlikedamnation

[mysterylover123]

BNHA Chapter 282: The OT3 is Back, Babies!

mysterylover123

DONT YOU FREAKING TEASE ME LIKE THAT

Yeah no shit Deku

Ahhh no no no no no here it comes

100%? Honey no you’re not supposed to do that anymore!

Oh shit it got Aizawa?! Did it get Aizawa I can’t tell it almost looks like Manual took the bullet for him but I think it hit him. I think we’ve finally had the Chekhov’s Gun fire!

No! Dammit. Or maybe not so much dammit, since Aizawa doesn’t need his quirk to be an OP badass anyway. Best person it could’ve happened to TBH. (I mean yeah, his quirk’s convenient and all, but as All Might has shown, you don’t need a quirk to be a UA teacher.)

Shiggy if you hurt my best boy permanently I swear to god

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

then

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TODOROKI! The OT3 is back bitches!!!!! Back in action! Together again! Reunited! (Ok they’re not all 3 together in this panel but I bet next chapter or so they will be)

So Todo ditched the rest of the Dekusquad to go save his reckless idiot boyfriends (and remind them that he’s supposed to be part of this rivalry trio thing too) and Ochako is like “but we’re main characters too, you guys. Shouldn’t we actually do something in this arc? It won’t be over until all Class A kids have done at least something, after all.”

NO TEAM MOMO FAILED Gigantomachia’s coming. (Go meteor fafrotskies this bitch TsuyuChako! And maybe kick and blast him, Iida and Hado. The girl squad has lots of experience fighting giant villains from the Internship arc, this should be right up their alley. Also please be OK KiriMinaMomoKamiJirou group!)

Ochako knows how fucked we are. She knows what’s what. 

TOGA IS ON THAT GUY’S BACK. Toga and Ochako are about to face off again. Let’s also get Spinner vs Iida and Compress vs Tsu and Dabi vs Shoto. The Dekusquad is back in action and I am so happy and the possibilities are endless and also PLEASE BE OK MOMOSQUAD. If any of ya’ll are dead so help me...

I’m so glad the Dekusquad is back in action. I get the idea that every major Class A member is meant to have a Big Moment in this arc. So far, Tokoyami, Kaminari, Momo, Jirou, Mina, Kirishima & the Wonder Duo have all had their moment. So that leaves the rest of the Dekusquad (Todoroki, Ochako, Iida and Asui) to have their scenes. I’m thinking based on this chapter that Todoroki/Deku/Kacchan will be at Ground Zero (not that one) while Ochako, Iida, Hado and Tsuyu will be dealing with Gigantomachia and the villains on his back, perhaps eventually spilling over into the Todobakudeku fight. Since Shoto is in the same place as Endeavor that means Dabi has to face off with them, so the rest of the Dekusquad will try valiantly but ultimately fail to stop Giganto from reaching Tomura. I think it’s possible they might get stuck with the non-Dabi LOV members in the city, though perhaps everyone will eventually show up at Shigaraki’s locale for one big showdown. Either way, it feels like we’re ramping up to this arc’s climax. GO DEKUSQUAD GO!

[synthes]

THE STUDIES ON YOONSU AND SEJONG.

who starts most fights? yoonsu, but then we have sejong who is deceptively a rebel at heart and sometimes goes to a certain length to disobey the plans, getting hurt in the process, so with that in mind sometimes... and i have to say sometimes since they basically might not fight as often when it comes to being yoonsu and sejong—which is quite a contrast with when they are reaper and sai—it has to be admitted that the fights ignited are called for. warranted, totally, from yoonsu’s end. but again, this is a sometimes situation because i believe in other times, when yoonsu is being an angry baby vs when sejong is being a clueless baby, their fights might be one-sided, with yoonsu irate... and sejong not even realising such thing is happening. so yes, yoonsu might start fights but sejong might remain clueless to the fact that well... the fight is a fight to begin with.

who surrenders at the end of most fights? if they’re on a full-blown fight with both of them realising that this is an actual argument? sejong. he’s not one to actually defy his lover in the storms of wrath, no matter what... even when he feels he’s not in the wrong. sejong believes that an unresolved fight means that they lose more quality time, as well as waste more energy. he is a true proponent of the notion that fights ever bring couples closer because in his mind, it can be solved without having to shout at each other. in the case where yoonsu gives him silent treatment, maybe, he will not apologise first per se if he doesn’t believe he’s in the wrong, but sejong is the type to let yoonsu know that he doesn’t want to continue fighting, either by gestures ( upon consent ), or by words if necessary, so it all depends on the form of fight.

who is more likely to cry during a fight? both? at this point since the fights haven’t pertained to anything other than missions, and in both instances sejong knows for sure that he’s at the wrong so it should be solved by a mediation as opposed to tears. so, in those cases, unless yoonsu is adamant on punishing him in ways that hurt his feelings instead of outright settling it right then and there with words and fists that would hurt as he knows he deserves it, sejong might cry. but in the case that both of them argue to the point of experiencing very deep emotional pain, i believe that both might cry, in the silence instead of in front of each other. sejong might occasionally cry in front of yoonsu, though, but i believe yoonsu isn’t the type to actually cry in front of sejong if he does.

who is more likely to storm out during a fight? well, yoonsu. needless to be discussed this one, really. sejong is the type to actually settle the fight until the end unless it really, really hurts him... which takes quite a lot, so it’s either yoonsu storming out of the room, sejong dropping some tears, or one of them apologises. but sejong, it’s basically near to impossible to make him stomp out of the room in anger.

who is louder in fights? also yoonsu, case closed. sejong is never the type to actually raise his voice in any occasion, unless he’s being sai, in which he’s very harsh when it comes down to having situations they cannot solve, but it’s not likely even against reaper since he respects yoonsu as reaper very much, and will pretty much not argue with the decisions that reaper makes unless they’re illogical or endangering yoonsu.

who is more likely to throw things in fights? hmmmmm, yoonsu?

who is more likely to bring up past mistakes? yoonsu.

who is more likely to give the silent treatment? yoonsu, but also sejong if sejong is very hurt. perhaps the number would favour yoonsu more as to how many times yoonsu actually ignores sejong during or after a fight, but if sejong ever gets very, very torn, he will leave yoonsu to ‘reflect’ for a long while, going as far as disappearing for weeks if he can afford that. so in terms of silent treatment, sejong is all about quality than quantity.

who is more likely to blame the other? yoonsu, because isn’t this pretty much implied... sejong might in the very rare case that he doesn’t want to take yoonsu’s shit, and when sejong believes fully that he’s not the one mistaken in this instance. otherwise, he’s more about blaming himself when it comes down to fights, so see below for ( another brief ) explanation.

who is more likely to blame themselves? sejong. not a saint, but he’s the type to both own up to his faults and blame himself severely after, especially if that hurts yoonsu in any way. also very gentle when it comes down to the relationship, so while sai is in a lot of capacity to blame others when the situation beckons, sejong is far from sai, and is likely to pin the blame on himself the way that he would put onto his own shoulders the weight of any risky situations in battles. this isn’t an exception when it comes down to his fights with yoonsu, especially since yoonsu is pretty much... easily the most important person in his life, so sometimes even when he’s innocent sejong would even take it upon himself the blame so that he doesn’t have to blame yoonsu.

who gets jealous more easily? both! haha, i think they both are easily ignited when it comes to jealousy but yoonsu might be more vocal and sejong might be in denial, yoonsu might sulk, if not being passive aggressive about it perhaps? i can totally see yoonsu being somewhat also more... into the probability of approaching the person that makes him feel jealous, outright facing the situation, while sejong is more roundabout when it comes to that. jealousy with sejong is tricky, sometimes he cannot even digest that it is /that/ feeling until he experiences it more to pinpoint the exact name of the feelings. when sejong is jealous, it is more likely for him to talk it out with yoonsu more than with the other party, but it might make him irritated too, which he won’t admit because he might be too soft, if not just too embarrassed, believing it might be just himself being childish.

who is angered more easily? yoonsu!

who is more likely to break off the relationship? yoonsu, perhaps, unless there’s any circumstance that compels sejong to actually even weigh that as an option. sejong is very hard to be instilled with vacillation when it comes down to his romantic relationship, especially since sejong finds it a rather... serious one. he believes that even when their status as boyfriends would likely never change, with the conservative country that they’re living in, he doesn’t believe in breaking up with yoonsu since he’s deadass serious about yoonsu. this isn’t even about how easy they can break up, but at this rate sejong loves yoonsu so whole-heartedly that even such a possibility is risible for him to ever consider unless a. ) he’s compelled by the situation that might put yoonsu at risk, or b. ) he’s incredibly hurt by yoonsu, which is unlikely unless there’s anything like infidelity involved. not saying that yoonsu doesn’t value this relationship as much as sejong, but definitely it takes true dedication of fate to actually make sejong sever a relationship that he’s very committed to.

who is more likely to threaten to leave? maybe yoonsu because sejong is such a baby, and sejong doesn’t like to threaten anyone, especially yoonsu, unless we’re talking about sejong being sai, again.

who is more likely to actually leave? aaaaaaaah, no. sejong, perhaps, if exhibit breaking things off due to certain circumstances happens. in any case, his leaving might be semi-permanent, highly dependent on the reasons behind the breaking up. as much as yoonsu seems to bark, i don’t think yoonsu actually would leave sejong, so while yoonsu might be able to say those words, it might be difficult for him to actually execute the conduct. sejong, however, might have this resolution if it means to keep yoonsu’s safety intact and ensured.

who is more likely to forget the other first? none in this case, sejong will remember yoonsu for the rest of his eternity if yoonsu dies first, which is very likely considering that yoonsu is not exactly immortal... unless if he is... so @ me anytime to correct me about this. yoonsu? if they’ve ever broken up, pretty sure this baby demon bitch called cha sejong would haunt his memory to the end of his mortality.

send me a ship and i’ll tell you... — from this, still accepting. ft. @2oners​: jang yoonsu.

[hitchell-mope]

The narrative vs Mal vs her flaws

People like to give Mal shit about being Mary Sue (when they’ve elevated Evie and Uma to the same position but that’s besides the point of this post) when they neglect to think that maybe perhaps she does have flaws and the narrative does punish her. To me her flaws are. Deference to who she considers an authority figure, inferiority complex and poor communication skills. Let’s look at each of them

Deference to who she considers an authority figure

The obvious is her mother. She wants so desperately to make Maleficent proud of her that she does whatever she says with hardly an argument. And the bitch has invaded her psyche if “evil like me” is anything to go by

Then there’s Evie. Personable. Sociable. “Emphatic” Evie. Mal holds her sister in high regard. So much so she does what she says in the talk that wasn’t. The thing is. Evie doesn’t know what’s going on in Mal’s head. Even Mal doesn’t know what’s going on in her own head 80% of the time. So Evie talked to her how she would’ve fixed the problem. Mal was so broken down already that she didn’t even put up a fight. It’s part of why I hate the idea of m*lvie

And again in film three that whole permanently closing the barrier thing I’ve seen people foam at her for. This time her future in laws and her ex principal. I want to punch those three nimrods sequentially in the throat. It’s not her job but they like the fandom make it her job and criminalise her for it

Inferiority complex

She said it herself “she doesn’t know who to be”. Her mother. Or her own person. Which is why she went full tilt Audrey wannabe in d2. And it caused her an ungodly amount of stress cause the pretty pink princess isn’t her. She tried to make better what was already fine. Ben didn’t fall for an Audrey duplicate. He fell for the biker wearing vk she is.

Poor communication skills

Both talks with her family during her blonde phase could’ve been solved if she had outright said that she was struggling with perceived pressure. And not how she did it. But trying to appeal to their worser nature like with jay in film one. Of course Carlos didn’t really help when he put the transcript back on him and asked for dating advice. And then there’s the arsehole commonly known as Chad interrupting and throwing everything off track with his illegal entering of Carlos’s room

The narrative punishing her

Contrary to popular belief it does. In each film I’ve seen so far

Straight from the off. She goes through a public embarrassment after she feeds Ben the cookie. You can see the “I deserve this” face scrunch she dies as he sings. Then she catches feelings for him. Makes a move to reverse the potion. And finds out he knew since the lake date. She truthfully says he makes her happy. But understands that he might not feel the same way and never forced him to be with her once she actually started to feel something

If I’ve said once I’ll say it a thousand times. Contrary to popular belief. She did not get away scott free with anything in the second movie. It was basically just a giant middle finger up at her. First she feels like she’s drowning in a sea of people all happy not knowing what she’s thinking. Then two of her best friends ignore her when she tries to talk to them (her poor wording with Carlos notwithstanding). Then she makes a colossal dick move, gets in an argument with her boyfriend thinks she ruined everything and runs away. Then her family goes after her to drag her back. She tells them to leave (verbatim her words) her boyfriend gets kidnapped by her teenage rival. They rescue him. He drops a truth bomb on her (saying she’s not so different then Uma). Get back home. Then she’s publicly humiliated when it’s revealed the rival spelled him like she did in film one. All this happens over the course of like barely 72 hours

Then from gifsets I’ve seen of d3 her sister calls her out on lying to her and I think she’s slowly dying or something from the embers influence

TL;DR. Just because nobody in the movie outright says “sit down shut up you did wrong now make it right” doesn’t mean she’s perfect. Like the rest of the vks she’s an abuse victim. And like everyone else she handles it her own way.

[dearmrsbitch]

January 15, 2020 - Brains vs Beauty?

I’m married to a gorgeous younger woman. When she appeared to have interest in me, I was flattered and shocked, and I decided to make it permanent if she would have me. We were married after a short romance. Now, a year into the relationship, I am having serious second thoughts. As it turns out (actually, I knew this from the beginning), she’s not particularly interesting or, and I hate to say this, bright. I’m no Einstein, but I have a degree in computer science and am knowledgeable about economics and other intellectual pursuits. She loves reality TV. Now here I am, barely able to have a conversation with the woman to whom I am married. I don’t want a divorce, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life watching The Bachelor. Is there a middle path that allows me to continue my marriage (the sex is incredible) while not forcing me to give up on having a stimulating partner with whom I can share my interests? Or am I forever condemned to being married to an incredibly hot woman for whom I have not an iota of intellectual respect?

Dear Idiot,

I mean, be glad you live in an age where there’s divorce? 

See, you know how when women say, “Men are stupid,” and then men get all up in arms and are like, “Not all men!” and women point to your scenario and go “example.”

Picking a life partner should be a meeting of intellect as much as body, so you’re not as bright as you think you are.

God help me I’m gonna quote Ron White here, “You can fix your face, your ass, your breasts, but you can’t fix stupid.”

And this is a direct result of patriarchy, believe it or not.  The valuing of women based solely on their looks and often the valuing of dumb women because they weren’t “threatening” and then you get these marriages out of that.  Also, you’re likely to get dumb kids too, so that might be on the horizon.  Every kid I knew who had a dad who married dumb and pretty had kids that were just dumb and dumber.  I clearly remember my mom berating a guy who was pissed off about having such a stupid son by saying, “You married the woman for her tits, what did you think was going to happen?”

Intellectual capability and genetic correlation/causation aside, you KNEW you weren’t having a meeting of the minds. 

But your “little” head called the shots and now you’re all sadface.  You’re her security, and she’s your fuckdoll, and you signed up for this willingly.  Why you got married, I don’t know, presumably because you were scared that she’d leave you for someone younger and more handsome, which was another stupid decision to make.  If you love someone, and if they love you, you don’t worry about them leaving.

Mr. Bitch and I were engaged for forever because college and money, but there was never “let’s pin this person down,” because you don’t have to when you have “it.” 

You never had “it.”

Either develop some shared interests, or get a divorce.  I mean, I have a few academic degrees and I binge Bridezillas when I need to let go, so you can likely get into a reality show or two, it won’t hurt your precious baby mind.  Or maybe she likes to workout, or swim, or something physical you can bond over that’s not sex.  If not, then get the damn divorce and go look for a mind you can connect with, and if you’re so damn smart - make the money and pay for her to get breast implants later.

Mrs. Bitch

[alrightinbed-betterwithapen]

Break up, Make up ~ Anon Request Pt. 2 ~ David Dobrik x Reader

A/N: You can find Part 1 here! I’m sticking to a bullet list format with this one as well cause I dont wanna fuck with punctuation and proper grammar rn. Hope y’all enjoy!

Masterlist

Summary: Anon requested a headcannon on (Y/N) and David’s first fight. I kinda turned it into your first big, serious fight with David and this is the make up part of that headcannon.

~~~

The logistics of it are fucked. You’ve spent the last four months at David’s place and you didn’t have access to your chargers, contact lenses, or toothbrush. (Like fine, you can buy most of that, but you were banished to use your glasses for the foreseeable future because your pride wasn’t allowing you to reach out to him.)

David is a wreck. Alone in LA with all his friends in Miami. He was loosing footage and, more importantly, the girl he was in love with. Natalie stayed behind and was his only outlet at this point, but he was trying not to bug her. He was an obvious mess though.

David asks Liza to come over when they all get back. He lets Natalie know to text everyone he needed the night and prepared for an uneasy conversation.

Yeah, (Y/N) was right. Liza was feeling just as bad as his gf said she was. His ex was actually stoked that he canceled, not maliciously, but to avoid the close quarters without his gf there. Liza said it was eating at her and it’s like she’s forcing herself to not move on.

David wanted to puke.

He’d hurt two of the people he’d loved the most and didn’t even realize it. He didn’t even stop to think about it. He can’t help sobbing.

Liza doesn’t hold him, he doesn’t want her to. He just wants to bury into himself and never leave. Liza cries too.

It’s shitty. Liza and him agree they need time apart. They need separation, at least she did. Not forever, not permanently. They would always share the core of their friends. But it was too fresh for one of them and too close for the other. Pretending everything was okay needed to stop.

Liza knows he’s in love with you. And she says she will never stand in the way or even let their old relationship be an option. She wants him to be happy. That’s all she’s ever wanted.

Then she’s gone. And David still wants to vomit.

He doesn’t want Liza back and he thinks there’s a good chance he won’t ever get you back. All because he couldn’t see outside of himself. He’s so good at that usually. At least he thought he was. The pain is enormous and all he wants is for you to hold him.

The VS are eerily quiet about the whole thing. Carly and Erin come over to your place a couple days after they get back. It’s weird having them there. It felt wrong, but you were glad for the company none the less.

They skirt around the topic for a while until Carly breaks. She outright asks what’s up and you begrudgingly tell them. They’d gathered the separation part, but not how or why.

The girls aren’t super shocked, apparently everybody saw it coming but David.

They tell you he looks like shit. He’s not himself. And Erin thinks it’s creepy how easily David can slip into his vlog voice while looking like utter misery behind the camera. Carly thinks it’s creepier that he’s stop playing music altogether through his house wide speakers. You can only shrug. They don’t press it.

It’s week four of solitude for you when you finally cave. You text Natalie asking when David will be gone so you can grab your stuff. The bitch leaves you on read. (You know she’s doing it on purpose so you have to talk to him.)

You send out a short text and he says he’ll be home editing all night. You definitely don’t put it off until way too late in the night. Nope, you’re actually very busy having multiple mental breakdowns on your couch until well after ten.

You try to not to look like hell, but you don’t think it works when you walk into his house and David spins in place in the kitchen, looking at you pitifully after he takes in your form.

But hey, he looks like garbage too, so you feel better. (Only a little though.)

You swallow around the lump in your throat and make your way into the master bedroom. You don’t want to wait for words. You want this to be done.

He watches you from the doorframe in his room. He stares sadly as you pull chargers together and go back and forth from the bathroom to the bed, collecting items.

He knows he’s crying, but he won’t acknowledge it, he just lets it happen and doesn’t even wipe at his face.

You can’t look at him. Tears on David’s face for any reason made you ache. You couldn’t look at him now.

“You were right.” He says once it seems you have neared the end of your search, stepping into the room fully. “About Liza. I talked to her when she got back and she said it’s killing her. I- we agreed to like, step back from the friendship. It’s hurting everybody... I didn’t mean to hurt anybody. I didn’t. And I’ll regret it the rest of my life.”

“I get it. I get why you can’t do it. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m really fucking sorry and I hope you know I do love you. I have never felt the way you make me feel before. I love you more than ex’s, more than revenue and ad sense, more than the fucking vlogs.”

He’s rambling.

“Which I didn’t think was possible, and I don’t know what that says about how fucked in the head I am... but, I do. I love you more than all of that. And I hope you know that. Even if it doesn’t mean anything to you and you do need to move on from this... from us... I think you should know you’re it for me. Even if it’s too late.”

He’s finally wiping at his eyes, not wanting to look at your torn face anymore. There’s not enough fabric in the world and his sleeves are getting soaked with tears.

“I don’t want you to have to choose between-,” you’re saying after several long moments of silence. He doesn’t let you finish.

“Well, fuck you, because I am! I choose you. You can dislike that all you fucking want, but it’s done! It’s you, you’re it! You’ve been chosen. Deal with it.”

You can’t help caving completely, not after seeing David lay everything out there, begging you to stay but giving you an out even though it killed him. He looks like the most broken boy in LA.

You also can’t help closing the distance between the two of you until you’re standing right before him. Gently, slowly, you lean your head forward onto his chest and just rest it there.

You can hear his sniffles still, even as he’s winding his arms around you, pulling you flush against him so you can bury your face into his chest and wrap your arms around his back, hands balling up in the hoodie he was wearing.

He’s pulling your face up and resting your forehead against his. Your tear stained faces match and you just stare into one another, finally back in the others embrace.

“Okay. I’ll deal with it.” You break the silence, kissing the chapped soft lips you’ve been so desperately missing.

[lionfanged]

IT IS US.

a little late to the party, but hopping in on the mun vs muse meme. #permanent resting bitch face squad

[drarry-with-a-side-of-harry]

Journey into the MCU XII

Avengers: Endgame

I just watched Endgame. Part of me doesn’t even know what to say. Some bits were brilliant and exactly what I wanted them to be and then some bits were just... a bit shit?

Don’t get me wrong. I loved it. Whenever something happened I was screaming ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT’ you know, in the best way :) ...But... I had to love it, you know what I mean? Seriously though, don’t really know what the shit I just watched (in a good way lol)

So, I love the fact that it started with Clint - that already got me crying (the first of the 41 instances of crying due to this film and probably the fact that I’m hormonal lmao). I adored Tony and Nebula’s interaction playing the game in space and I was like ‘Ah shit here we go again he’s adopting another one’ lol. I honestly had no idea how they were going to get back to Earth until That Bitch™ turns up - I actually waaaaay prefer Carol in this film to Captain Marvel!!!

STEVE RUNS TO TONY WHEN THE SHIP LANDS! I CAN’T! HE’S BY HIS SIDE BEFORE PEPPER EXCUSE YOU BITCH WHAT!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHH

I love them so much :’) sorry I’ll stop

Tony’s whole ‘zero zip nada no trust liar’ just. Wow. Very well done to both RDJ and Evans because that’s improvised right? I love!

I really like Thor, Protector of Lesbians and That Bitch’s interaction. Instantly a yes from me.

I enjoyed Thor’s desperation at just slicing that purple twat’s head off.

I’m trying to do this chronologically but I’m gonna start fucking up. Whatever.

I HATE what they did to Bruce. I wanted to see Bruce Banner being distraught and instead they wrote in all this unnecessary humour which personally I didn’t think was too funny maybe because I was too mad and made him permanently green?? Excuse me? The Russos have gotta be clowning right? The dared do THIS to the strongest avenger? Fuck off honestly. Think about what that man has been through - tried to kill himself and this is the treatment he gets?! No.

I like the fact that Thor is depressed because that was a natural decline. And I mean, he was depressed waaay before 2023 right? He has lost EVERYTHING and can’t really relate to anyone else because most of his loss was different, but he manages to maintain some of the humour we see from him in Ragnarok, HOWEVER I feel like the Russos were just trying too hard to make the humour happen and it just didn’t feel right?

LOVE THE FACT THAT THEY GOT OUT OF THE ‘OH SCOTT’S STUCK IN THE QUANTUM REALM’ PLOT HOLE WITH A RAT SCURRYING ACROSS THE CONTROLS. BITCH. I CAN’T EVEN BE MAD AT THAT. THAT’S JUST ICONIC.

Also, Tony Stark really is one of the best dads, huh? Along with Mr. Lang of course. AND NEITHER OF THEM GOT TO SEE THEIR KIDS GROW UP SORRY MORE ON THAT LATER.

I understand that Tony wasn’t on board at first, despite being a bit annoyed at him being selfish, I got it. And then bitch gets on board and everything’s happy for 20 minutes.

The Time Heist was ICONIC aND no one can tell me otherwise!!! Honestly just the fact that it was called the time heist and it was Scott’s plan and Scott is still tHE biggest fanboy - we stan.

I knew about the time travel shit before watching and thought they were gonna fuck it up because time travel is difficult with regard to not just going ‘so now we’re gonna go back and fix everything, job done’ but I actually think they did a pretty good job and did well explaining how *this version* of time travel was gonna work.

I really enjoyed Bruce’s interaction with the Ancient One and when she realises there must be a problem in the future if Stephen saved Tony’s life for the stone.

STEVE, TONY AND SCOTT WERE EVERYTHING AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THESE GUYS BACK IN 2012!!! I love Tony making Scott induce a heart attack. ICONIC. I live for the fact that we see all this sort of ‘behind the scenes’ action of The Avengers 2012 and the stuff that happened after the event and the ins and outs of everything. I will NEVER be over these whole shenanigans!!!!! I already knew about Cap V Cap but nOTHING could’ve prepared me for tHAT. This will be a continuing theme lol. I had no idea the whole ‘that is America’s ass’ thing actually happened jfc. SIDE NOTE: Tony really does say ‘I forgot that suit did nothing for your ass Cap’ bITCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA why you looking though you bi little shit lmao I’m not sorry. Steve whispering Hail Hydra was iconic and I was screaming ‘FUCK YEH BITCH FUCK EM UP NOW THEY DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCKS GOING ON HELL YEAH STEVE!!!!!!’ and at first I was like ‘wait, are they gonna recreate the CATWS elevator fight sequence?’ and then they did tHAT. ICONIC. And then I also knew that they go back further because I knew Tony met Howard and I knew about Dr. Potts and Capt. Stevens (lol) BUT NOTHING COULDVE PREPARED ME FOR THAT EITHER!!!! That shit got me FUCKED aND he hUGged him! He hugged his dad! I was! Not ready! For that!

Anyway so their time heist was really nice and I loved it so much it was everything I could’ve hoped for.

Thor and Frigga’s interaction I thought was really nice and she MUST know by the way he’s talking that in his future, the near future, she’s dead. I just find it so lovely and she completely restores Thor’s confidence in himself.

NOW

CLINT AND NAT

ABSOLUTELY NOT

That totally fucked me up. I knew Nat died at Vormir but turns out it didn’t matter that I already knew because nothing could’ve prepared me for that either.

For one, they hint at it quite a bit after they’ve finalised the plan - you know, that someone’s gonna go there and die. Nebula knows and we know that whoever’s going to Vormir ain’t coming back - well, one of them. oops

Secondly, I had no idea that they *playfully* fought it out to decide who it was gonna be and I was sOBBING from the moment they got to Vormir till- uhhh- well tbh it never stopped but you get the point. The whole fact that Nat realised that *this* was her purpose and after what Clint had been doing for the last five years, he thought he was too far gone and didn’t deserve his family anymore, even if they could get them back. It just totally fucked me up. That was one of my favourite scenes.

Sad Steve. AHHHH.

Then a whole load of shit happens and Thanos learns about the plan. I like the way Thanos talking about his future self is written, so kudos to the writers on that one!

I also appreciate the fact that there’s no delay between Thanos, Squidward and the rest of his crew coming to the future and the fight. That’s it. All of a sudden we’re straight into it! Great!

AHHHHHHH so now it’s time for The Big Three to confront Thanos and I just LOVE this sequence so much I honestly can’t express it and I was so so sooooo hoping that I would see these three on their own (plus purple numpty of course). At this point Thanos is just completely psycho because he wants to destroy the universe and create a new one which is an addition I really like - creates a new sense of urgency I suppose.

In other news, Steve Rogers is worthy! Which I love because somewhere around CATWS I started stanning this bitch!

Dr. Strange’s portals? ICONIC. Hotel? TRIVAGO.

Peter’s back and his and Tony’s whole interaction and hug had me in fucking tears jesus fUCKING christ nope. That shit hurt. THAT IS HIS SON RIGHT THERE. FUCK.

RIGHT.

TONY MOTHERFUCKING STARK.

The fact Stephen knows - has known for 5 years - what must happen.

The look on both their faces when Tony realises.

Nope.

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Made me wanna die.

Then he does it. Fuck. I’m completely fucked now. Thanks. And then Peter’s by his side and Peter’s whole speech while Tony’s just dYING!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY NOT. I DID NOT COME HERE TO BE HURT LIKE THIS. AND RHODEY. AND PEPPER. AND PEPPER HAS TO PULL PETER OFF. NOPE.

THEN they dare just cUT TO THE FUNERAL??!!?!

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Get the fuck out honestly.

Tony’s recording. No.

The placing of everyone at the funeral was just perfect. The funeral was just beautiful in general tbh. The Proof That Tony Stark Has A Heart on the flowers. HARLEY!!!!!!! NO.

AND MORGAN WANTED CHEESE BURGERS JFC HAPPY IS GOING TO BE THE BEST UNCLE WOW!!!

Did I know Tony Stark was gonna die? Yes I did. I would’ve had to leave Tumblr to not have found out. There’s only so much that tagging can hide and you see something that hints at it and then you see a quick gif and then you just know, you know?

Did it prepare me? Fuck no.

Now, Steve.

What tHE ACTUAL FUCK?

What was that?

I’m not buying it.

Love the fact he passed Cap onto Sam, but to spend the rest of his life with Peggy? Fuck no. Some girl he knew too seconds vs spending the rest of his life with his BEST FRIEND who was irreplaceable. Fuck off. Bucky’s face throughout the whole sequence. The poor man was fucking devastated. And I’m writing this from a canon perspective because I’m all for stucky you know? Then I asked my self: ‘How could Steve do that?’ Conclusion: he couldn’t and he wouldn’t - the writers were playing silly games and none of us, none of us are buying it.

Did I know all this was gonna go down? Yes. Was I prepared? No.

Not for Bucky’s fucking face jfc. All they got was a line and a quick hug. They were BEST FRIENDS. I honestly can’t stress that enough. Wow.

The deleted scenes. Of course I have watched them aND WHY IN THE SHIT WERE THEY DELETED??? Russos are fucking clowns!!!! They all fucking kneeled for him and that was cut? You having a laugh mate?! And Gerald the Alpaca was cut because??? The extra Howard and Tony didn’t make the cut? Excuse you? Tony’s talking about how he doesn’t think he’s done enough, and then he goes and does the aBSOLUTE MOST???? :’) fuck. And uhhh Rhodey having the ONLY brain cell in the avengers with the whole ‘well you coulda jumped out the plane beforehand Cap’ lmaooo brilliant!!!

So they may be deleted but let me tell you, they released them so now they’re fucking canon.

So in conclusion, did I know all the major spoilers before watching this film? Yes because I wasn’t going to be a tumblr hermit, but managed to pretty successfully ignore them until today. SO WAS I PREPARED? FUCK NO!

Surprisingly I LOVED Clint in Endgame - not that I didn’t like him before but I just really respect how broken he is in this. His family. Nat. It really adds up and I really enjoyed what they did with his character.

I did really love it generally but just wasn’t entirely happy with some of the character choices - because they seemed pretty damn out of character! There’s development over 5 years of not having seen them, and then... there’s... some other situations.

Would I have enjoyed it more not knowing any spoilers? Completely! But I wasn’t gonna stay clear of Tumblr for 4 months lol.

Main thing I will take away from watching this. I miss Tony Stark so much and love him so much. And no I will not shut up about it. And was I crying for a good hour after the film ended and then some whilst I was watching the extra content? Maybe.

Also I’m so emotional that this is IT for Downey and Chris. Wow. Ok I’m done :’)

[ncumenia-archived]

mun vs. muse!  

Tagged by: @caitstandsforcaitlyn Tagging: @whiteswarm​ and the person reading this. ♥ // You can consider this as a mun pic 2.0 (Behold my permanent resting bitch face)

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Small Fic

For @the-winter-dork-rp , @kitameguire , @frosthawkfantasy and @kudocookie with special mention to @verratenduo

A small fic split into two, the focus being on codewords. Part 1: Marvel Cinematic Universe, set during Civil War when Bucky’s codewords are activated by Zemo, an insight into Bucky’s thoughts and what it’s like for the Winter Soldier when the coding is active and Bucky’s desperate struggle to be free from the coding, watching from inside his own head as he hurts those he considers friends. He’s unaware of Zemo’s intent to use him to destroy the Avengers and is terrified that he can be reactivated so easily. Part 2: Yugioh 5Ds, set 20 years post end of series during a second Dark Signer vs Signer War after the seal between our dimension and the underworld is broken by a quantum experiment. Saburo Izayoi duels Chihiro Akagi, Chihiro has been manipulated by the Earthbound God that brought her back to life to hate Saburo, her memories being altered to believe that he killed her parents with his psychic powers. Saburo is unaware that his mentor is the leader of a dangerous cult and has installed programming into his head to make him a mindless killing machine with one sentence. The fic represents how both of them have been abused by a dangerous organization and turned into a living weapon. The 5Ds one is longer but that’s due to me knowing more about the series and needing to explain a lot more. Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe. Subject: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. Alias: The Winter Soldier. Location: [Classified], 2016. Codewords: Longing – Rusted – Furnace – Daybreak – Seventeen – Benign – Nine - Homecoming – One - Freight Car “You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop…” Zemo offered, wanting to manipulate the position to his advantage. He just needed them to open the box and soon he could have the revenge he sought. His wife was gone, his son too… They had to be destroyed from the inside, all of them. The so-called enhanced, the Avengers lacked any compassion for the lives they destroyed. The tablet nearby beeped, the delivery was successful and now it could begin. “Don’t worry… We only have to talk about one.” The man stated, giving Bucky the impression he wasn’t really a psychologist, there was an ulterior motive here. Would the others watching this be able to notice it like he did or were they too busy looking for a way to punish him to see the truth… Leaving would be nice but it would make life harder for Steve, who was important to him or at least from what he could remember. His memories were a scattered mess, incomplete fragments like puzzle pieces without a guide to show you how it all was supposed to fit together, it made the supersoldier so angry deep down. The lights were down, the show was about to begin. “Why don’t we discuss your home? Not Romania, and certainly not Brooklyn…” Zemo continued, going into the messenger bag and retrieving a red book with a black star on it. He’d obtained the code words to transform the man from the Brooklynite Farm Boy into Hydra’s fist, their homegrown killing machine.“Желание.” Zemo started reading the words to Bucky’s horror. “Stop…” He snapped, trying to break the restraints he was put into. “Семнадцать. Ржавый. Рассвет. Печь. Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на Родину. Один. Товарный вагон.” Zemo continued, his Russian was rusty to say the least and the threat of this man ripping his head off was a real possibility. Struggling hard to punch the door down and rip his vocal chords out before he could say the last words, the door flew from it’s hinges a few seconds too late as the logic programming in his head activated, his blue eyes going cold and dark like the cryogenics chamber he’d been locked in before to freeze him for further use. “Cолда́т?” Zemo asked, wondering if it had worked. He’d broken free of the mental conditioning before, was it taking a while to activate? “Я готов отвечать.” Came the reply, it had worked. “Mission Report, December 16th 1991.” The man asked. The rampage soon began as the coding worked, his memories flashing back as it continued operations, he knew what he had to do as he fought without emotion, taking down all resistance that would stop him reaching the helicopter as his thoughts became single-file, pure logic overriding all. Love, pride, hate, fear, anger. All emotions were suppressed along with all memories not relating to his orders, the Winter Soldier was laser-focused on his task at hand, unaware his activation had a more malevolent purpose than just to cause havoc as his metal fist slammed into Sam’s stomach without any remorse, concrete shattering from his punches. The sonic weapon fired at him caused the man brief pain but pain was ignored, adrenaline rising to 50% and increasing. His gun was disabled but a punch to the gut took Tony down, not that the Winter Soldier cared who he fought, all those who opposed him were to be destroyed. Sharon was soon put through a table and Natasha felt the cold metal grip around her throat, T’Challa was enhanced and had to be destroyed too. Perhaps he also had access to the serum, they could find out when autopsy came in. Not even Steve caused a disruption to the purity of his logic programming, it wasn’t breaking down yet due to being recently activated. The other personality, Bucky hadn’t struggled enough to cause errors in the coding just yet. Maybe one day, he’d be free. But for now, once again he was the songbird trapped in a lernaean cage. Universe: Yugioh 5D’s, set 20 years after the end of the series. Subject: Saburo Izayoi (十六夜三朗). Alias: Black Rose Witch. Location: Satellite, Neo Domino City, Japan. Year Unknown. Codewords: “The entrance to the underworld is on the witch’s island.” He hadn’t asked for this, to become a pawn of destiny. Servant to the Crimson Dragon, a god that didn’t seem to give much of a shit about what happened so long as it’s chosen people, the Signers fought for it. Their allegiance to the deity marked by the birthmarks on their arms, he’d gained the claw on his right forearm like his mother before him, having inherited her psychic powers and aptitude for medicine. His powers to make the cards he used inflict real damage upon their world made him a social pariah, feared and hated by the rest of society. They wanted him to be a monster, so he became one. A violent, destructive youth who was frequently abused by the people who feared him. Death threats in the mail, stalkers, he once had a bucket of pig’s blood dumped over him in reference to Carrie. All that fame and money did nothing to stop the cyberbullying and the letters saying that he deserved to be locked away. His parents were never home, they were too busy with their nice paying jobs to notice how hard life was beating him down. His mother Aki was a doctor, too busy treating other children to notice that her own was suffering mentally. His father was a particle physicist, he provided power to a city but not the power to his only son to rise up against the systemic oppression. His parents saved the city and anything he did was just attributed to them, his individuality was irrelevant to these people. He was an extension, an accessory like the cars they drove or the house they lived in. Something to look pretty. So when the man who used to run the Arcadia Movement, he called himself Divine since his real name has no meaning to him anymore soon found the son of his first figurehead of the movement, Saburo Izayoi. He hadn’t inherited his mother’s pretty red hair but his powers were just as strong as hers, he would do nicely… The Arcadia Movement is a cult for psychic duelists like himself who had been ostracized from society turned to him and gave him the affection and love he craved, Saburo became so easy to manipulate, to bend to his will. Aki had escaped him but since Yusei had taken her from him, he would take their only child. He had gained her immensely strong powers and was going to make a fine soldier for the new movement, to turn people like them into soldiers so that they would run this society and those without their gifts would feel what it was like to be hated and harmed. Saburo’s latent powers were far too strong so they had to be controlled, put into a level where he could control them. But, sealing them permanently was never the intention. One sentence whispered in his ear and his true strength would be displayed to everyone, turning the emotionally damaged sixteen year old into a weapon of mass destruction. Unlike what he did with Aki, Divine kept his distance from the boy, only pulling the strings when required. A slave wasn’t a slave if he didn’t know he was enslaved after all. It happened all over again, the war of the gods with their human emissaries. The Earthbound Gods and the Crimson Dragon, their constant war for this planet. He had gotten involved in the last one twenty years ago and it cost him. He had every intention of making that bitch pay for what she did to him, her stupid deity had resulted in massive scarring on his face and being sent to the tyrannical prison system once he was caught but considering his young protégé had been drafted in he intended to make use of that, to once again show the power of psychic duelling against the emissaries of the underworld. The Dark Signers were dead people resurrected through the dark powers of the Earthbound Gods, brought back to fight against the chosen warriors of the dragon with fabricated grudges although this girl’s one seemed quite real.  The loser of these Duels involving dark magic lost their soul, a high-stakes game indeed. “You’re a murderer, Izayoi Saburo… You took my parents from me during your rampage in the Daimon area!” Chihiro screeched, the sclera of her eyes were black and she had red markings on her face, the purple outline of Nazca lines of the lizard on her left forearm, the lines being bindings upon the gods. The lines disappeared once the Earthbound Gods had chosen the person to represent them in this fight. “You’re lying!” He shook his head, her dark magic forcing those memories into him was painful. “The Arcadia Movement covers up all sorts of inconvenient truths. Neo Domino’s Police won’t even touch your organization due to the blackmail you have. They had powers like yours, your rampages got them evicted so they went to your organization. Your desire for destruction killed them. So, I’m going to kill you, the Servant of the Crimson Dragon!” The dead woman snapped coldly. “Your parents might have encountered me, but I didn’t know who they were! I didn’t know that they were involved in that incident!” He pleaded, his memories unsure. He changed his last name to his mother’s maiden name to avoid being hounded constantly. “You involved them unwittingly, don’t you dare think that excuses you!” The girl shouted, tears falling down her face. “I can’t…” The boy mumbled, his glasses misty with his own tears. “After my parents died, I… couldn’t take it. The world without them was so wretched. So I jumped from Daedalus Bridge into the water. You killed me as well!” Chihiro shouted, shaking with anger as she made him relive it. “NO! STOP IT!” Saburo screamed in pain as she forced him to watch, stumbling back. “I can’t fight… She has good reason to hate me… It’s my fault that she and her parents…” He thought to himself, stumbling back and tumbling towards a large shard of metal that threatened to cut into his spine and paralyze him when he was suddenly caught. “Pull yourself together, Izayoi!” A voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter, a man in a police uniform, the hat covering his face. “Who are you…?” Saburo asked, trying to wipe his glasses. “I’m on your side.” The man explained. “My side?” He replied, confused and in pain “It’s me, Saburo.” Taking off his hat, the man revealed his identity as Divine, the cult leader who had bewitched him unknowingly. “Divine, you’re alive?” Saburo asked, happy that his “mentor” was still okay after the man faked his own death to get the police to back off. “Now Saburo, fight.” He stated, still holding him as he kicked the metal away. “I can’t…” The boy pleaded. “Yes, you can. Your original latent abilities was far too strong, so I sealed those powers without your knowledge. Now is the time to unseal them and release your true powers.” The redheaded cult leader explained, bending down to whisper in Saburo’s ear. “And the words to awaken them are…” He stated, his breath hot against the boy’s ear. “The entrance to the underworld is on the witch’s island.” He whispered with a smirk as Saburo stood obediently, a tornado of wind forming around him and whipping the shards of metal and glass from the abandoned funfair into the air like a rain of destruction. “Yes, that’s good! Now defeat her! Your true powers are far superior to that of the Dark Signers!” The man laughed as the tornado intensified around the boy whose glasses were torn off by the shockwave and landed in the dirt several feet away, after several seconds the storm emanating from him died down. “Have you finally revealed your true identity?” Chihiro asked, a cold look on her face. “I am the Black Rose Witch. The only one disappearing from this world… will be you.” Saburo stated, his voice cold and robotic as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of insanity and cold rage, his black irises boring into her like twin singularities, bringing destruction to whatever they gazed upon. “Battle. Sunvine Dragon attacks Bad End Queen Dragon! Poison Inferno!” He ordered, snapping his fingers as the huge tree-like dragon snarled and hissed, opening it’s mouth and blasting a gigantic stream of red-hot fire at the other dragon which burnt instantly, the flames blowing massive chunks of earth into the air and burning Chihiro’s clothing which she put out through dark magic, her arms and face showed third-degree burns, she screamed as she still felt pain due to the power of the Earthbound Gods although it was highly reduced. (Chihiro 3400 – 1800 LP) Chihiro’s scream of pain just made Saburo laugh, whatever the unsealing had done to him it had clearly given him a taste for sadism. “Let me hear more of it, your agony as I consign you back to the depths of hell.” Saburo mocked cruelly, the birthmark on his arm shone with a red light as his breathing became heavy. “That’s it Saburo, eliminate all in our way. You and I are going to resurrect the Arcadia Movement.” The man laughed coldly, having complete control over the boy at this point.

[justalittlelitnerd]

Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli

That has to be the best part of being in love--the feeling of having a home in someone else's brain.

After 3 weeks of thinking about it I have decided that I have a love-hate relationship with the sequel to Simon vs. the Homosapien’s Agenda aka Leah on the Offbeat. 

Something that was hinted at in the original was Leah’s social anxiety which is explored more in this novel since we are following her directly. However, it’s never really addressed or called to attention or handled in any sort of way. At times it felt like it was supposed to be just another characteristic of being a teenager that would go away with confidence and maturity. But that’s not really the case. 

That being said I would still recommend reading this book especially if you read the first one and just want some more of this world, but also so we can encourage more representation. More bi representation. More queer relationships (and characters in general). More lead queer characters (not just sidekicks). More representation of mental and mood disorders. More representation of plus-size characters. Support what we have so we can have more (unless what we have is really really terrible/problematic and should not be reproduced which is not the case here).

I love it because of the characters and the world they inhabit it. But I hate it because of how I relate to Leah. I know that’s such a weird thing to say because usually relating to characters is a good thing, but in this case it felt like the ugliest parts of myself on display.

This is what a mess I am. I can't write a two-word text without losing my shit. And I'm not even particularly attracted to this boy. If I were, I'd be dead. RIP Leah Burke. She died of acute awkwardosis.

Leah is mean if not downright hostile to most (if not all) of her friends. Even her mom isn’t spared her attitude. Now she is a teenager (not that that’s much of an excuse) and the book glosses over her issues with insecurity, change, intimacy, and really anything conducive to a healthy, functioning relationship, but it wasn’t enough to stop me from cringing sometimes when it felt she went a step too far. 

So, now I'm wondering how hard you can side-eye someone before your eyes stick that way. Permanent side-eye. It'll look great with my resting bitch face.

But I cringe because I relate. I’m guilty of the same damn behavior and I hate it. And maybe that’s the real problem is the book doesn’t make it sound like Leah’s just fun and quirky because while her friends clearly love her they do get tired of her shit from time to time. And while she acknowledges her bad behavior she doesn’t really do anything to change it. She doesn’t treat her mom or her mom’s boyfriend better, she doesn’t tell her bff that she’s bi, she doesn’t have a real conversation with Abby instead of just making it seem like she hates her. She doesn’t change. And that is supremely frustrating.

Now that I’m getting my thoughts out I’m coming to the conclusion that I loved the book, but I hated the ending. I wanted more. I wanted resolution and I wanted character growth. I am happy that Leah got the girl but only because I feel that is a relationship that deserves a presence, but I also feel like it could have been done better. 

And I’m the worst kind of Slytherin. I’m the kind who’s so stupidly in love with a Gryffindor, she can’t even function. I’m the Draco from some shitty Drarry fic that the author abandoned after four chapters.

I think there should have been more development with the relationship. This is one of those instances with romance/rom-coms that I have a lot of unanswered questions that really wouldn’t have taken much to answer. My main issue is with Nick, he’s Leah’s best friend which seems to stop her from going after Abby but then after one dick move at prom she thinks it’s suddenly okay? (Also the whole Taylor and Nick thing is seriously skeevy.) 

Can ambiguous social situations kindly go fuck themselves?

I guess I’m just disappointed because I expected so much more and the novel definitely could have done much more. I say that because we all know those novels that do as much as they could which you can respect even if it wasn’t enough. But I feel like this novel had the capacity and the characters and the world to do more. To expand and explore and change. But maybe I just missed something. Maybe I’m starting to forget what it was like to be a teenager. Let me know what you think! 

[jatpfanblog]

Issue #8 Rant

This is an opinion piece and just to let you all know, you might not agree with me and I could be completely wrong about all of this. I am biased because I love Alexandra, she’s my mean little baby that I have to protect. Also, I really hate “girl drama” that involves two female friends ruining each others’ lives over a guy. I had a group of boy-crazy friends throughout my schooling and they were constantly fighting with each other over some 14 year old dude who didn’t even know they existed. Imagine sitting at home, trying to play video games and do your homework and then the phone ringing non-stop with all your friends calling to gossip about one another and “how could she look at him when she knows that I like him?!!?” Every. Night. For hours.

(Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS, and lots of pictures)

Are we really doing this story in what was a really good, pro-woman, positive comic? I get that it has always been Alexandra vs. Josie for whatever boy was hanging around the group that Josie was kind-of dating - but that was different. The situation in the 2016 series makes Josie look petty and selfish. She is basically a jerk to Alexandra over some guy she supposedly got over issues ago.

The classic Alexandra vs. Josie feud was more comical and fun because it was basically Alexandra trying to seduce men away from Josie and failing miserably. Josie would get furious, Alexandra would be mean, but at the end of the day, it was Josie (who was obviously in the right) that won and Alexandra would (rightfully) lose. On top of that, they were never suppose to be good friends or even friends at all like Betty and Veronica (or 2016 Josie and Alexandra) were, so it was more like watching a game or a comedy sketch than something sad or frustrating.

In issue #8, this feud is not fun or entertaining at all to me. It is infuriating. Allow me to explain why. 2016 Alan is not a sympathetic character (to me). He played Josie, broke her heart, basically told her to get over herself, and then went on the sleep with any other available women he saw. He has basically been the Pussycats’ doormat because of this. He has spent the last issues trying to get them to take him seriously (and whining), but they refuse because they have banded against him.

Because of this, he has become an uninteresting and just spends his time moping around the story. In fact, I always thought he was the only really bad thing in this comic. I don’t care about Alan. They give us no reason to care about him either. Every time the guy speaks he gets shut down or ignored by the girls and the comic obviously wants us to cheer the girls on when they do so. JOSIE IS OBVIOUSLY NOT INTERESTED IN HIM ANY MORE BECAUSE SHE HAS TURNED HER BACK ON HIM SEVERAL TIMES SINCE ISSUE 4/5.

Speaking of which, Alexandra and Alan showed no interest in each other before now. There is zero reason why these two would ever be interested in each other. Alexandra is far too much of an interesting character and I just can’t see any spark between them. The two have a one night thing, pretend not to care about their one night thing, then Alan asks her to “see where this takes us” (with your track record? Nowhere.), and then they spend the rest of the issue worrying about Josie’s feelings.........even though Josie is obviously not concerned with anyone else’s feelings. You think this girl would change after learning her lesson over and over and over again...but no. (No wonder Valerie gave up.)

And then comes Josie who suddenly decides: “I’ve been over Alan for 4 or 5 issues BUT NOW THAT ALEXANDRA LIKES HIM I suddenly like him again!! He’s mine! I saw him first and slept with him first and omg Alexandra he is our manager how could you???? Because it’s OBVIOSULY your fault and not Alan’s and certainly not me OVER-REACTING and being a TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING. I’m gonna make you cry and hate you forever that’ll show you!!!”

And then she LITERALLY RUNS TO HER HUGBOX/SAFE SPACE…Valerie and Melody. They hug her and tell her how awesome and amazing she is and validate her bad behavior.

And then…then…it turns out that’s all she needed and she’s happy now! “Alan? Alan who? Oh, Alexandra is upset? Too bad bitch he was mine until I lost interest and then got interested when you came into the picture tee-hee!”

Look at that face. She basically winked at the audience like: “I’m okay now thank you all for supporting me while Alexandra has no one and I just hurt her emotionally again tee-heeee!”

Meanwhile, we have established multiple times in the series that Alexandra has huge trust issues because of what happened between her and Josie. Alexander revealed that she has NO FRIENDS because of it.

And we’re supposed to be all proud of Josie right now?? I refuse.

Even worse, when Alan and Alexandra discuss whether or not to tell Josie, Alexandra wanted to tell Josie the truth (and Alan didn’t because he’s a wimpy jerk as the comic established when he ran away from the armed robbers that attacked Josie and the gang....). In fact, Alexandra says she wants to tell Josie several times in this issue.

Alexandra is clearly the mature one out of all the characters in this issue and it’s frustrating to see Josie still acting like a spoiled brat.

Are we supposed to presume that Alexandra doesn’t deserve this relationship because of her character in the original comics? That she had this coming for trying to seduce all Josie’s sort-of boyfriends in the past? Alexandra has been the most sympathetic character in the series. The writers have made it clear (*many times*) that Josie basically ruined her life.  We’re supposed to be like “you go Josie lol you don’t need no man tell Alexandra off!!!111” because that’s not going to happen.

This kind of drama happens in real life between girls. It is so annoying and frustrating that women keep each other down because they have “dibs” on a guy who probably don’t know or don’t care they exist. This new series, up until now, has been an amazing pro-woman, female-positive, and girl power comic. It’s sad that it is ending on a typical woman vs. woman over some guy (more specifically, two strong female friends having a falling out because they like the same guy) “drama” story.

*cough*Wicked*cough*

Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s how I feel based on my own experiences and such. I feel Josie can’t block Alan from having a serious relationship because she had a crush on him and slept with him that one time. Yeah, it was a real shit move and I felt bad for Josie (somewhat – Alan has so little personality that he has no chemistry with her or Alexandra) but she has no right to treat Alexandra this way.

Alexandra is finally opening herself up to a connection after years of being afraid to because of Josie. And now Josie is trying to ruin that. As usual, Josie is only thinking of herself and I’m over it...much like Valerie.

Supposedly, the next issue is the last one (although we don’t know permanently or temporarily). If this series ends with Josie “winning” by being a selfish jerk to Alexandra AGAIN, it will leave a sour taste in my mouth to an otherwise well-written series.

[cbk1000]

I thought I was going to wait a couple more days to write this, but, well, I'm sick, I'm home alone, I'm bored, and as people have been trickling in to comment on this series, it feels right to add something characteristically long and meandering.

Much of this will be an overly long commentary on some of my all-time favorite characters, why I chose to tell their stories the way I told them, how I feel about Caroline in particular, and her journey in this series vs. what the show did to her. Also included: answers to several of your most burning questions, including What the Actual Fuck Is Wrong With You*, Are You a Robot, and my personal favorite, Are You Some Kind of Sick Person?

*I'm not actually going to answer this; sorry. I'm still sorting it out for myself. It's a long and murky journey that involves rummaging about in my subconscious, which is a dark place, full of an alarming parade of bizarre historical facts, serial killer case files, and helicopter/dinosaur porn.

As this will contain spoilers, I'll put the rest under a cut so those of you who have not yet finished the series don't accidentally stumble across something you're not ready to see.

So, first we'll address the elephant in the room. I know this series didn't go the way some of you expected it to; frankly, it didn't go the way I expected it to, either. First and foremost because it was supposed to be a goddamn trilogy (whoooooooops), and secondly because Christ on a goddamned pogo stick was TO so much worse than I ever could have imagined. I know for some of you there was too much history, not enough KC, that I gave too much time to Caroline's other relationships, that Klaus was too terrible, the Originals too fucked-up, Tim unsympathetic/boring, etc. etc. etc. (Let's all pause for a moment to appreciate the fact that not one negative comment ever said this series has gone on too fucking long. I can ramble for 600,000+ words and no one has an issue with that, but thousand-year-old vampires being terrible people is unendurable.) I won't talk about this for too long, mostly because I've addressed it before, and basically my response to all of this is that I wrote the series exactly how I needed to write it to deal with what happened to some of my favorite characters. I cut out characters and plotlines I originally intended to address, sometimes rather abruptly, because I could no longer look at them, even my own version of them (Stefan, buddy, I'm talking about you) without feeling enraged. It was a constant struggle to divorce myself from canon to such an extent that I could write freely, so that my muse wouldn't be cockblocked by Klaus' magical testicles and the reduction of Caroline to Stefan's penis pleaser. Mostly I was successful; sometimes I was not. So I did turn to the things that pleased me: I turned to lengthy flashbacks, I turned to Caroline as an individual character with her own plot and developments outside of Klaus, I turned to an original character who didn't force me to tiptoe around shitty canon.

Tl; dr: The series was long and rambling and there are child murders and an original character, and I'm genuinely sorry some people who enjoyed it in the beginning were eventually disappointed by it, but I'm not sorry I wrote it that way.

This series, as I have already said, was the longest, most complex writing project I have ever attempted. Previously, I've always written about humans: soft, breakable humans who can and often do die, whose stories are small, narrow things in the grand scheme of the world. Because that's who I am: a small, breakable human with a finite number of years and stories. And that's exactly what drew me to Klaus, who really was the catalyst for my TVD work--how do you write so far beyond a human's limited scope? How do you explore a perspective like that? How do you write about a thousand-year-old savant and somehow convince your readers that they actually are following the perspective of a man who has lived and evolved for ten centuries, who speaks hundreds of languages, who is an expert in most subjects, who is not only smarter than any reader can really comprehend, but smarter indeed than the writer herself? We're supposed to challenge ourselves as writers: we're supposed to confront the things that frighten us most, and that's what Klaus was for me. He was a character I could never be smart or skilled enough to fully capture. So, being a masochistic bitch, I waded right in.

I was never really opposed to a redemption storyline for Klaus. This may seem contrary to my many varied and colorful comments on the moist tampon that has usurped the rightful face and place of one of my favorite characters, but it's true: I just never wanted that redemption. Klaus is not a character who can be saved. He's not a character who should be saved. He's not human: that's what TO's writers have forgotten (along with the most basic tenets of good storytelling). He can never be 'good' by our standards. He's from a long-vanished world; he was never one of us even when he was human. He was from a time and culture we will never experience or fully understand. He was born into a society some of us would now consider barbaric, and then he was stabbed to death by his own father, turned into a monster he could not possibly comprehend, and sent off into the world with the only father figure he'd ever known hot on his heels. He killed his own mother. These are his origins: and from this we expect a man we can understand, a man who falls prey to dipshit psychology students and the miracle of childbirth. Klaus has seen plenty of births and plenty of dipshit humans: that's the whole fucking point. He's seen it all. He's seen just about every iteration of human bullshit there is, over and over again. We're cyclical, predictable creatures, and, what's more, we're a food source to him. Why should we be anything else? The depressing truth of it is, humans don't even give a shit about humans, as evidenced by our multiple wars and genocides. If humanity can't even treat itself with the proper respect and reverence for life, why would an immortal monster care about anything other than its most outstanding members (and, no, TO, Cami is not even remotely close to an example of a noteable human)?

Klaus' redemption, then, should have been a tiny, incremental thing. It should have been him slowly letting go of his father's shadow. It should have been him realizing that he does not deserve the loyalty he so desperately craves, and he never will if he continues in the same vein. It should have been him slowly learning to treat his family with more respect, to stop using even those closest to him as pawns, to step back and take a breath and sometimes just let things fucking go instead of lashing out. It should have been a long and difficult process that he had to fail at over and over again. And there shouldn't have been a goddamn baby in sight. This series was what I wanted for him. And ultimately, though I love him and I want him to be happy, I also want him to have to face permanent consequences. It's the only way he can grow. Letting go of Kol was his redemption. Having the dagger on him, knowing he could have repeated the cycle, knowing he could have stuck Kol in a box for three centuries to cool off, knowing he still had control, knowing that he could still puff his chest and exert his power and instead choosing not to do that was the best ending I can think of for him, bittersweet though it may be.

As this series continued, it became very important to me that I tell a story about breaking away when you need to, when a situation is not healthy anymore, when the people who are supposed to love and protect you treat you in a way that is detrimental to your emotional if not physical health. One of the things that most bothers me about TO and TVD is the persistent message that you must stick by your family, no matter what; I see this message perpetuated throughout media in general and real life itself, and I can tell you this: it's bullshit. It doesn't matter how long you've put up with it, you still have an obligation to yourself to get the fuck out. Because someone shares your blood does not mean they own your soul. None of the Originals' relationships are healthy: they're a bunch of thousand-year-old serial killers. I didn't write this series so people could enjoy, guilt-free, the white picket fences and 2.5 kids of your high school sweetheart neighbors who have been married for twenty happy years. But Kol felt so marginalized, so trapped, so lonely, and though I set up Klaus' narrative arc so that the natural conclusion can be drawn that he does improve, he does mellow out a bit, he will treat the people he loves better--that's not good enough. It's not enough for Kol to think that in future he'll feel more included, his siblings will love him in a way that, if not exactly healthy, at least will not destroy him. He didn't need to wait any longer for that: he says so himself. He acknowledges Klaus may well become less of a tit: it doesn't matter.

Though Kol may have left with Tim, it wasn't about giving a ship a happy ending. It was actually my original intention to kill off Tim (I'll go into that later, but for now, shout out to my sister for reminding me that LGBT romances never get a happy ending in media), but Kol's story was always going to have the same ending: he was always going to leave. I think he is, right now at least, the only family member capable of breaking away. Rebekah can't do it; she'll see it through to the bloody end. But I always approached Kol with the idea that, disturbing murder shenanigans aside, of them all he actually had the healthiest grasp of what it means to love someone.  He is, ironically, perhaps the most well-adjusted of them all. He isn't immune to the effects of time and the examples of his siblings, he isn't without his slips and fuck-ups, but ultimately the relationship between Kol and Tim, despite the fact that they are both bloodthirsty murderers who were mentored by Klaus, is one of mutual respect and gay murder. This too I have TO/TVD to thank for, because I could not fucking stand one more girl-gives-up-everything-she-is-for-a-boy-who-treats-her-like-shit relationship, nor was I down with the concept that all these ancient creatures with uber durable privates and raging hormones never strayed so much as a little toe outside the careful, heteronormative confines of the writers' extraordinarily limited notions of immortality. This graphic gay murder sex brought to you by my annoyance.

I'm going to leave off here, because this, like everything I write, is annoyingly long, and I've still got quite a bit I'd like to say. In my defense, this series is over 600,000 words and has consumed over three years of my life. Bit hard to summarize my thoughts and feelings in a few paragraphs.

Also, I have fucking nothing else to do anyway.